The Storyteller

by D. P. Adamov

ISBN:978-1-942331-24-7

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Introduction

Though on the surface, the meeting seemed like little more than a rendezvous at a local coffee house where business associates assembled to discuss strategy for such things as a big insurance policy sale, the gathering in question held a distinct air of foreboding. New Philadelphia, Ohio, was not your average Midwestern city and the participants at this encounter were anything but friends.

Carla Craig was thirty, with long brown hair and eyes of matching tone that burned when agitated. At this particular moment, they were a virtual forest fire.

Across from her sat a man who could have been her father, though he was not. In fact, the diversity between these two people would have provoked contemptuous laughter from either, had a third party asked if they were related.

This was Troy Vanderford, and while he was not a pastor, he was a prominent church member in an overly-evangelical town. He was one of the good people of New Philadelphia and did not mind letting those ignorant of his social standing know the same. He was also a crusader, taking up his cross when the opportunity arose, which led to this confrontation. His ancestors had been some of the original settlers in the area, and the cemetery up the street had more than its share of tombstones carrying the names of relatives gone on to their eternal reward.

Carla on the other hand, was his antithesis. She was much younger and had moved down from Cleveland to escape the pollution, inflation, and crime. She had brought her business interests and what some would deem questionable morals to this new location with her. Thoughts of a quiet life in a more tranquil community, while conducting international affairs through delegates or traveling northward when needed were quickly derailed when she learned how locals in a town like this failed to mind their own business.

No one thought too much of someone writing erotic novels up in Cleveland. Nor did they consider the formation of a production company to create DVDs depicting fetishes such as sexual spankings to be an ordeal that could possibly usher in the end of the world. New Philadelphia, however, was the proverbial different ballgame.

When Carla sought to bring an adult book and video store to this town, she was suddenly quite high-profile. Though her actions were perfectly legal, others in her immediate locale questioned the morality of the same. The pickets and petitions circulated by Vanderford had helped, rather than hindered her efforts, and the store was thriving. She had no doubt some of Vanderford’s friends were her best customers. Her efforts to pull New Philadelphia into the current century, kicking and screaming in protest all the way, or at least it would seem so on the surface, had attracted national attention. This had been a boon rather than bane for her, but there were still issues to be resolved.

The fact of the matter was Carla liked Vanderford even less than he liked her, and there was more to this meeting than a mere effort to resolve the friction. How little he knew.

Vanderford failed to notice Carla’s lack of comfort sitting on the hard wooden chair, yet erroneously attributed this to nervousness. He didn’t see the bruised buttocks hidden by her pants. Tha