Carrie's Caprice

About the Book

Social networking and on-line gaming can be hazardous to your health, even when you’re fully clothed. Carrie’s predicament begins when she hooks up with a slick scoundrel. He turns out to be a drug dealer, and that makes him more exciting and desirable to an impressionable sixteen-year-old sophomore. Hungry for thrills and wild with innocence, she dives headlong into a situation she can’t control. Her little trolly gets derailed, when she discovers that she is being used as a bargaining chip to satisfy a debt to a sex-starved ex-convict. Carrie’s mother goes berserk on finding out that her daughter has become intimate with a college student: On weekends when he comes home from SUNY Brockport, the youngsters engage in a relationship that most married couples would envy. Carrie also seduces two of her teachers to wangle passing grades in their courses.

About the Author

George Kalabry grew up in a working-class neighborhood on the west side of Rochester, N. Y. what used to be Hy’s Delicatessen is now Ortiz’s Deli. Gone are the shade trees, pulverized by the growth of a city flexing its muscles. Only Holy Apostles Church stands intact against the ravages of time. The residents were hard-working and law-abiding, content to live in peace and conformity. Neighbors were vigilant and they kept an eye on each other’s children and property. The file on lawbreakers in this community was very thin. Melancholy and introspective, George preferred to read adventure stories instead of playing baseball. He practically devoured the Hardy Boy Mysteries in junior high school. A female acquaintance had once compared him to a brooding Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights. He became a Spanish teacher, and his career was defined by pique and contention. His conventional values flew in the face of the politically correct and limp-wristed administrators, who were the bane of his existence. As a young man, he’d adapted a set of absolute values derived from his Christian education. “He was so scrupulous that he couldn’t steal cheese from a rat”, one of his colleagues had once quipped. Permissiveness and mediocrity were never in his lesson plan. Having seen how the world was turning, he never rolled over with it. He still believes that political correctness is for spineless sycophants and mindless conformists.