“We need you to do this, Larry.”

In the dark room you could barely see the man with the downturned face nod. “I understand that, Revered, and I honestly wish I could help you. But, it’s been done before. Up in New York. They couldn’t make it stick. If we try it again down here, the same thing’ll happen.”

Larry Parrish’s eyes darted from one man of God to another. The room was full of them. Packed in like sardines. Incredibly well connected sardines, though. These were the sort of men that you couldn’t say no to. They could make his career, or sink it.

“Pornography is the worst kind of pabulum for the masses.” Started another one, a priest this time. “It corrupts the mind, ruins the values of a community. We can’t – won’t – have it in ours, Larry. You understand?”

He nodded in response. “But that still doesn’t change – ”

Another priest cut him off before he could finish.

“You could try a different route than New York did. Go after the actors. Make an example. Show them that they aren’t free of sin for their debauched actions.”

Then the Reverend spoke again.

“Ruin them, Larry. Ruin them all.”

Memphis Note
The Larry Parrish in this story is real. He’s the prosecutor that went after the actors in the movie DEEP THROAT, the first time anyone had tried that avenue of attack. And it worked. Well, for a bit, at least. The conviction was later over turned for the main actor.