Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Incest news report
Local News: Man allegedly raped 12-year-old relative in xxxxxx eight years ago
By Joe Johnson published Sunday, August 25, 2013 Criminal justice reporter
An xxxxxxxxxx man is facing incest, statutory rape, child molestation and other charges for allegedly having sex with a relative beginning in 2005, when the alleged victim was 12, according to recently filed court documents.
The alleged victim, now 20, did not come forward with allegations against the relative until late last year.
According to court documents, authorities apparently obtained enough evidence to arrest 36-year-old resident xxxxxxxxxxxxxx four months ago.
There is no statute of limitations for prosecuting child molestation cases.
The arrest on April 22 was not publicized at the time by police because it was made through warrants and there was no arrest report.
But on Aug. 12, the xxxxxx police Sex Crimes Unit detective filed the results of searches conducted on the Facebook accounts of xxxxxxx and his alleged victim.
The detective was looking for Facebook user profile information, photographs and messages, and the searches yielded nearly 10,000 pages of information, according to the search warrant property inventory sheet filed in xxxxxxx County Superior Court.
When applying for the search warrant, the detective submitted a sworn affidavit in which he outlines how he believes an incestuous relationship came to light.
In November 2012, the alleged victim’s mother found a list of names titled “My Regrets.”
XXXXXX’s name was at the top of the list, and when the mother asked her daughter about it she disclosed “details about the first time (she) and xxxxxxxx had sex when (she) was only 12 years old” and when xxxxxxx lived in xxxxxxx, according to the affidavit.
The alleged victim filed a report with police several days later.
When following up, the Sex Crimes Unit detective interviewed the alleged victim, who said she and xxxxxxx had numerous sexual encounters that continued after she turned 16, according to the affidavit.
The alleged victim’s mother in January told the detective about how several years earlier, a message regarding the sexual relationship between xxxxxxx and her daughter had been accidentally sent to the alleged victim’s boyfriend, according to the affidavit.
The mother told the investigator that “the family only knew of the adult sexual relationship between (her daughter) and xxxxxxx, and no one at the time knew that such a relationship began when (her daughter) was younger.”
The mother said that during the time frame her daughter claimed to have had sex with her older relative, she “did spend isolated time with xxxxxxx,” the detective states in his affidavit.
The detective then tracked down the alleged victim’s former boyfriend, who told about how between 2009-10 he found private messages from xxxxxxx on the alleged victim’s Facebook page that were “suggestive” and were about xxxxxxx and the woman “hooking up”, according to the affidavit.
Pretending to be the woman, the boyfriend sent messages to xxxxxxx asking what he was talking about, to which the suspect responded, “Bring some wine (and) condoms like we used to,” according to the affidavit.
Based on the affidavit, Western Judicial Circuit Chief Judge signed the search warrants and they were served on Facebook on Jan. 29.
XXXXXXX was arrested three months later on warrants charging him with two counts each of incest, statutory rape, child molestation, aggravated child molestation and one count of enticing a child for indecent purposes.
The suspect remained in jail for two weeks, until the judge granted him a $25,000 bond with the conditions he have no contact with the alleged victim, any female under 18, or his own children unless under the supervision of one of xxxxxxx’s parents.
The part of this story that got to me was that the mother stated the family knew of the adult sexual relationship that her daughter and the man was having. From the idea of the story, it seemed the man was her immediate cousin or uncle, at least, if not her brother. But the girl's mom knew her daughter was having sex with him????
Thursday, February 7, 2013
When my Sexuality began
For some reason I grew up with a vivid interest in sex, as it probably was one thing never shown or discussed during my childhood. I enjoyed playing with my tiny penis, and my butt. As I grew up, and spent some time with my cousins (all males) :( at their homes during sleepovers, some of the older teens cousins would share their bed with me, and fondle me at nights. I enjoyed the sensations these pettings gave me. I noticed sometimes the guy's penis would be sticky at times, and ocassionally, one or the other would vigorously jerk on their penis, and go into spasms, as thick white stuff came out.
Some years later, as I entered into my teen years, I became more aware of girls and of course, myself, as I began to mature. It was the summer of 1978 when we were visiting my dad's aunt, when her son, about 30-35 years old, came into the bedroom where I was reading a book that I had found written by Oral Roberts, back when he was having visions to build the infamous tower of prayer at the Oral Roberts University in Tulsa OK, by a 900 foot Jesus. He sat by me, and began touching me on my bare legs, as I had on cut-off jean shorts. He told me of his new boat and asked me to come home with him and go fishing, all the while, he was caressing my thigh, and on the outside my shorts at my crotch. I loved to fish, so I jumped up and asked my mother if I could go.
Little did I know what his real intent was at the time, but I was to find out all too soon. At his home that night, it came up a thunderstorm and I was disappointed that we couldn't go night fishing as we had planned. Charles fixed up a pallet on the living room floor as the storm raged outside, and the home was plunged into darkness, as power failed. He wanted to go to bed early, as there was nothing else we could do in the dark, so he had me to undress, while he stripped too. I wanted my pajamas, and he told me my undershorts were fine, as he don't have pajamas. He laid by me on the pallet, and the now familiar fondling began again with my penis, as he eased my shorts off. Soon he took my penis into his mouth, and began to suck on it! I was amused and wondered what would happen if I peed....
I awoke the next morning nude, and saw him in his boxers as he prepared breakfast. He had put my clothes in the wash, and had me to take a shower while he finished cooking breakfast, then we'll go fishing! After the shower, I was bored, and found a stack of magazines upside down, so I picked one up, and was fascinated at the cover pic of a woman pulling her panties down, revealing her buttocks. I noted the title of the magazine, Hustler. I sat down and opened it, and was immediately enchanted by her bare breasts, with it's nipples. A few pages over, I grossed out, as the woman sat with her legs spread, and holding herself open for all the world to see. I thought she had suffered some horrible injury, as I saw her red, moist hole. I asked Charles why had she hurt herself, and he came to look, and began to laugh, really laugh. I didn't know what to make of his reaction to my innocent inquiry.
After some time, he got himself back under control and explained to me that's how all women looks down there, and showed me another one over in the magazine. He also explained how guys put their penis inside their hole and feel good. Oh. I never knew that. Over the next few days, he would suck on my penis whenever he could, even out in the boat while I fished, and in the evenings and mornings, I looked to my fill of the nudes in Hustler. I never was aware then what he, and I was doing was supposed to be wrong, against the law at the time. He never hurt me, and rather made me feel good, as I looked at the pictures of my first porn. My mother never found out that he did all that to me.
It was later that fall when he came to our home and took me squirrell hunting into the woods behind our home. Soon he had my pants down and sucking me off again, as I scanned the trees overhead for a squirrell to shoot. The end of my penis began to get really ticklish, and hot. I giggled and tried to pull out, but he squeezed my butt and began to suck more vigourously, until I felt a bit faint, and my penis exploded in his mouth, Hot and cold chills ran up and down my spine and even my scalp crawled as it squirted and squirted into his mouth. He smacked his lips and told me that I was a man now.
Some years later, as I entered into my teen years, I became more aware of girls and of course, myself, as I began to mature. It was the summer of 1978 when we were visiting my dad's aunt, when her son, about 30-35 years old, came into the bedroom where I was reading a book that I had found written by Oral Roberts, back when he was having visions to build the infamous tower of prayer at the Oral Roberts University in Tulsa OK, by a 900 foot Jesus. He sat by me, and began touching me on my bare legs, as I had on cut-off jean shorts. He told me of his new boat and asked me to come home with him and go fishing, all the while, he was caressing my thigh, and on the outside my shorts at my crotch. I loved to fish, so I jumped up and asked my mother if I could go.
Little did I know what his real intent was at the time, but I was to find out all too soon. At his home that night, it came up a thunderstorm and I was disappointed that we couldn't go night fishing as we had planned. Charles fixed up a pallet on the living room floor as the storm raged outside, and the home was plunged into darkness, as power failed. He wanted to go to bed early, as there was nothing else we could do in the dark, so he had me to undress, while he stripped too. I wanted my pajamas, and he told me my undershorts were fine, as he don't have pajamas. He laid by me on the pallet, and the now familiar fondling began again with my penis, as he eased my shorts off. Soon he took my penis into his mouth, and began to suck on it! I was amused and wondered what would happen if I peed....
I awoke the next morning nude, and saw him in his boxers as he prepared breakfast. He had put my clothes in the wash, and had me to take a shower while he finished cooking breakfast, then we'll go fishing! After the shower, I was bored, and found a stack of magazines upside down, so I picked one up, and was fascinated at the cover pic of a woman pulling her panties down, revealing her buttocks. I noted the title of the magazine, Hustler. I sat down and opened it, and was immediately enchanted by her bare breasts, with it's nipples. A few pages over, I grossed out, as the woman sat with her legs spread, and holding herself open for all the world to see. I thought she had suffered some horrible injury, as I saw her red, moist hole. I asked Charles why had she hurt herself, and he came to look, and began to laugh, really laugh. I didn't know what to make of his reaction to my innocent inquiry.
After some time, he got himself back under control and explained to me that's how all women looks down there, and showed me another one over in the magazine. He also explained how guys put their penis inside their hole and feel good. Oh. I never knew that. Over the next few days, he would suck on my penis whenever he could, even out in the boat while I fished, and in the evenings and mornings, I looked to my fill of the nudes in Hustler. I never was aware then what he, and I was doing was supposed to be wrong, against the law at the time. He never hurt me, and rather made me feel good, as I looked at the pictures of my first porn. My mother never found out that he did all that to me.
It was later that fall when he came to our home and took me squirrell hunting into the woods behind our home. Soon he had my pants down and sucking me off again, as I scanned the trees overhead for a squirrell to shoot. The end of my penis began to get really ticklish, and hot. I giggled and tried to pull out, but he squeezed my butt and began to suck more vigourously, until I felt a bit faint, and my penis exploded in his mouth, Hot and cold chills ran up and down my spine and even my scalp crawled as it squirted and squirted into his mouth. He smacked his lips and told me that I was a man now.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Love Letter
City of Love
State of Kisses
19 Hugs 62 Misses
Dearest Daring,
I am not classifying myself
with you because I know you go
with other people who are not nice
I am not going with such people
as you. I have never loved
you. I shall always hate you and believe
anyone except you. You are the most
unforgiveable person and can never be a
loveable boy, a noble character
of a social family. You are not
a boy of pleasing disposition
Your conversation has never been true
I don't want you to ever
mention my name again and do not
think I did not
tell you the truth when I said I didn't
love you because you know that
everyone hates you and
I do. I shall always remain your
enemy and shall never be your
sweetheart.
P.S. Now I have changed my mind.
Please go back and read every other line.
State of Kisses
19 Hugs 62 Misses
Dearest Daring,
I am not classifying myself
with you because I know you go
with other people who are not nice
I am not going with such people
as you. I have never loved
you. I shall always hate you and believe
anyone except you. You are the most
unforgiveable person and can never be a
loveable boy, a noble character
of a social family. You are not
a boy of pleasing disposition
Your conversation has never been true
I don't want you to ever
mention my name again and do not
think I did not
tell you the truth when I said I didn't
love you because you know that
everyone hates you and
I do. I shall always remain your
enemy and shall never be your
sweetheart.
P.S. Now I have changed my mind.
Please go back and read every other line.
Friday, January 28, 2011
It was like death
Three weeks ago, I had my gall bladder surgery. It was supposed to be a simple outpatient procedure, but instead turned into a major abdominal surgery. As they prepped me for surgery, the anesthesiologist prepared my IV equipment and hung a bag next to the saline solution. He connected a line to the tubing already in my arm. "In a few moments, when everyone gets ready," he said, "I will release the anesthesia." Minutes later, he removed a clamp, and told me, "you're going to be out in a second."
I felt warm, and floated off into oblivion as a buzzing filled my ears. I awoke 5 hours later, aware of a throbbing sensation in the middle of my stomach, and realized that the surgeon had to open me, and now, my belly was riveted together. The nurses were struggling to slide my 225 pound body from one bed to another. Pain seized my abdomen as I slid from one bed to another. As I yelped, a nurse said, "Sorry about that." She placed an object in my hand. "Press this button, and you will get some Demerol, to stop the pain." I pressed it, and seconds later, I had the same curious sensation, as my ears buzzed again, and I drifted off.
Later that evening, I awoke, and was informed that I was in the ICU for observation, but I'm doing great, and should be moved to a regular room the next morning if all goes well. During the course of my 3 nights stay in the hospital, I floated off in the haze of Demerol from time to time. This was the same hospital where my grandfather had passed away 45 years ago from prostate surgery. He never woke from anesthesia. Eleven years ago, my uncle also passed away in his sleep after surgery, in the same building. I did not pass away. I lived. I do not know how I survived the anesthesia while they didn't.
I could have passed as my relatives did, and never knew a thing. It would have been very painless, and not scary at all. As a young boy through my teen years, I was afraid of death. I repeated a litany over and over to God, during my sicknesses,"Please don't let me die." Death seemed to be painful. Scary. Frightening. I was not ready. I read with fascination of other people's death experiences, and what they experienced. The light. The meeting of loved ones or angels. The heavenly scenery. The flames. Pain. Fear. Looking down at their body at the death scene. Funeral. I read it all.
I know I did not die. I did not have any of the experiences others said they had. I simply went to sleep. It was not my time to go yet. I have a life to live. I have a job to work. I have a wife to love and cherish. I get to enjoy more sex and fun with my wife. I get to spend time with my relatives. It is not time. I do not know when or how long I have, but I still hope that it will be for many more years. Then when God is ready, I will go to Him willingly. I hope not in pain from some sickness or accident. Or in fear of my spiritual state. I hate the thought that I will leave an empty spot behind for my friends and family to miss. To remember. I hope and pray that it will not be too soon.
I felt warm, and floated off into oblivion as a buzzing filled my ears. I awoke 5 hours later, aware of a throbbing sensation in the middle of my stomach, and realized that the surgeon had to open me, and now, my belly was riveted together. The nurses were struggling to slide my 225 pound body from one bed to another. Pain seized my abdomen as I slid from one bed to another. As I yelped, a nurse said, "Sorry about that." She placed an object in my hand. "Press this button, and you will get some Demerol, to stop the pain." I pressed it, and seconds later, I had the same curious sensation, as my ears buzzed again, and I drifted off.
Later that evening, I awoke, and was informed that I was in the ICU for observation, but I'm doing great, and should be moved to a regular room the next morning if all goes well. During the course of my 3 nights stay in the hospital, I floated off in the haze of Demerol from time to time. This was the same hospital where my grandfather had passed away 45 years ago from prostate surgery. He never woke from anesthesia. Eleven years ago, my uncle also passed away in his sleep after surgery, in the same building. I did not pass away. I lived. I do not know how I survived the anesthesia while they didn't.
I could have passed as my relatives did, and never knew a thing. It would have been very painless, and not scary at all. As a young boy through my teen years, I was afraid of death. I repeated a litany over and over to God, during my sicknesses,"Please don't let me die." Death seemed to be painful. Scary. Frightening. I was not ready. I read with fascination of other people's death experiences, and what they experienced. The light. The meeting of loved ones or angels. The heavenly scenery. The flames. Pain. Fear. Looking down at their body at the death scene. Funeral. I read it all.
I know I did not die. I did not have any of the experiences others said they had. I simply went to sleep. It was not my time to go yet. I have a life to live. I have a job to work. I have a wife to love and cherish. I get to enjoy more sex and fun with my wife. I get to spend time with my relatives. It is not time. I do not know when or how long I have, but I still hope that it will be for many more years. Then when God is ready, I will go to Him willingly. I hope not in pain from some sickness or accident. Or in fear of my spiritual state. I hate the thought that I will leave an empty spot behind for my friends and family to miss. To remember. I hope and pray that it will not be too soon.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
No motivation
Since I've had my gall bladder surgery on the 5th of January and was hospitalized for 3 days, as it was worser than expected, resulting in an open abdomen surgery. They placed me in the ICU overnight so they can monitor my condition closely, and that seems to have scared a few people...I was extremely sore right after the surgery, and was given a pain pump that when I press a button, I release Demerol, but I could only give myself a dose every 30 minutes. The remainder of the 5th, and all of the 6th passed me by in a high stupor, but I was quite aware who my visitors were, except for one lady. I began to ween off on Demerol on the 7th, and was released from the hospital on the 8th.
It snowed late Sunday night, probably begining right after we went to bed. I got up 2 hours later and walked the floor to work the pain and stiffness out, while waiting on the Lortab to take effect. We already had what looked to be 2 inches on the porch rail. A couple of hours later I got up again, and noticed that it was still snowing, doubling the thickness on the porch. Later that afternoon through the evening, we had light freezing rain icing over the snow. My wife and I prepared to go to my mom's should our power go out, as we live in a total electric home, and she had gas heat. The storm ended Tuesday, and we never lost our power. We had about 7 inches of snow and quarter of an inch of ice by freezing rain.
It was nice looking out the door and windows over the next few days at the iced snow, which is only halfway melted today, 6 days later. It should melt more qiuckly over the next two days as the temps warms a bit more before raining.
I had a follow up with the surgeon, and he removed the drainage tube and 15 clamps holding the incision together. I was cleared to go back to work the following Monday, as I have a desk job and doesn't lift anything over 20 pounds. I've missed a total of 8 days of work, and will have 25 hours of PTO time to fill it in. I should get a small short term disability insurance payment as well, but for only 1/2 of the pay I lost after 7 days. But we're not going to hurt financially too bad, as some of my co-workers took a collection at work and a few of my church friends gave some cash as well. Plus some other co-workers gave Rosie and I a bag of food, with microwave items and some snacks. Mom also gave us a bit of food too.
One would think I would take some time to write here during my recovery at home in the past week. I just didn't really have the motivation to write, possibly due to all that pain medication? I don't know.
These two photos shows what my abdomen looked like after the surgery:
It snowed late Sunday night, probably begining right after we went to bed. I got up 2 hours later and walked the floor to work the pain and stiffness out, while waiting on the Lortab to take effect. We already had what looked to be 2 inches on the porch rail. A couple of hours later I got up again, and noticed that it was still snowing, doubling the thickness on the porch. Later that afternoon through the evening, we had light freezing rain icing over the snow. My wife and I prepared to go to my mom's should our power go out, as we live in a total electric home, and she had gas heat. The storm ended Tuesday, and we never lost our power. We had about 7 inches of snow and quarter of an inch of ice by freezing rain.
It was nice looking out the door and windows over the next few days at the iced snow, which is only halfway melted today, 6 days later. It should melt more qiuckly over the next two days as the temps warms a bit more before raining.
I had a follow up with the surgeon, and he removed the drainage tube and 15 clamps holding the incision together. I was cleared to go back to work the following Monday, as I have a desk job and doesn't lift anything over 20 pounds. I've missed a total of 8 days of work, and will have 25 hours of PTO time to fill it in. I should get a small short term disability insurance payment as well, but for only 1/2 of the pay I lost after 7 days. But we're not going to hurt financially too bad, as some of my co-workers took a collection at work and a few of my church friends gave some cash as well. Plus some other co-workers gave Rosie and I a bag of food, with microwave items and some snacks. Mom also gave us a bit of food too.
One would think I would take some time to write here during my recovery at home in the past week. I just didn't really have the motivation to write, possibly due to all that pain medication? I don't know.
These two photos shows what my abdomen looked like after the surgery:
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Winter time-out
I keep thinking back to 1995 when I and a few others from the church went to Atlanta to the AYC (Atlanta Youth Convention) a few days after Christmas. I was tired, and sick with pnuemonia from working 12 hours days at the newspapers since Thanksgiving, as the mailroom was learning to operate their new 18-1 inserter equipment and working bugs out of the system.
I drove the sedan to Atlanta, as the pastor and parents requested, as I was the oldest one, and have the most experience. It was quite a trip with 4 teen girls ranging in ages 15 to 17 years and my brother. I was recovering from pnuemonia, but a fierce headache was setting in during the drive from the sinus problems and stress of dealing with the Atlanta traffic. By the time I got us to the Westin Peachtree Plaza Hotel, I was quite nauseated from the headache and went to the bathroom.
We got checked in and was assigned rooms. There were supposed to be 4 guys to the room, but two guys from elsewhere didn't show for some reason, so my brother and I had a large bed apeice. I was so ill that I took a good swallow of the codiene based cough syrup that I had and some tylenol, and went to bed. My brother attended the orientation program and recieved the convention packets with tickets to meals, etc. as the fee we paid took care of everything, including food.
I rested quite well that evening alone in the nice, upscale hotel room, as such luxury accomodations were often unaffordable due to our income levels. It was nicely warm too. I was in euporia from the codiene and watched television after having a pleasant nap. I slipped out later and picked up a snack at the snack bar, using one of my meal tickets, and watched other friends from churches around the Atlanta area fellowship and cut-up, then I went back to the room and crawled into bed for a long sleep.
I really didn't attend any of the convention's classes and sessions, but showed for the meals, and retired back to the room afterwards as I took more medication and slept periodically. It was one of the most restful retreat or vacation I ever had.
I'd love to do that again, with my wife this time.
I drove the sedan to Atlanta, as the pastor and parents requested, as I was the oldest one, and have the most experience. It was quite a trip with 4 teen girls ranging in ages 15 to 17 years and my brother. I was recovering from pnuemonia, but a fierce headache was setting in during the drive from the sinus problems and stress of dealing with the Atlanta traffic. By the time I got us to the Westin Peachtree Plaza Hotel, I was quite nauseated from the headache and went to the bathroom.
We got checked in and was assigned rooms. There were supposed to be 4 guys to the room, but two guys from elsewhere didn't show for some reason, so my brother and I had a large bed apeice. I was so ill that I took a good swallow of the codiene based cough syrup that I had and some tylenol, and went to bed. My brother attended the orientation program and recieved the convention packets with tickets to meals, etc. as the fee we paid took care of everything, including food.
I rested quite well that evening alone in the nice, upscale hotel room, as such luxury accomodations were often unaffordable due to our income levels. It was nicely warm too. I was in euporia from the codiene and watched television after having a pleasant nap. I slipped out later and picked up a snack at the snack bar, using one of my meal tickets, and watched other friends from churches around the Atlanta area fellowship and cut-up, then I went back to the room and crawled into bed for a long sleep.
I really didn't attend any of the convention's classes and sessions, but showed for the meals, and retired back to the room afterwards as I took more medication and slept periodically. It was one of the most restful retreat or vacation I ever had.
I'd love to do that again, with my wife this time.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Dear Empty Head
Here I sit with a typewriter in my hands ready to write you a letter in pen and ink. We don't live where we used to because we moved where we live now. When you come to see me, you ask someone where I live because nobody knows.
I'm sorry to say we live so close together that I wish we could live closer apart. We are having more weather this year than we had last year.
My Aunt Betty died, and is doing fine. Hope you are the same. Her health leaked out and the Doctor gave up when she died. My brother has the mumps and is doing nicely. He is at death's door and is hoping it will pull him through.
Our neighbor's baby swallowed some pins, but we fed her a pin cushion and everything is okay.
I started to London to see you, but on my way, I saw a sign that said "this sign takes you to London." I climbed upon it and sat there for three hours, but the thing didn't budge.
My grandmother got her wooden leg caught in the washing machine and grandpa had to cut it off to keep her from bleeding to death.
I am mailing you a coat by express. I cut off the buttons so that it would not weigh so much. In case you are wondering where the buttons are, they are in the coat pocket.
By the way, if you don't get this letter, let me know, and I will mail it to you.
Always,
Nutty Nut.
P.S. In case of fire, fan it with this letter.
I'm sorry to say we live so close together that I wish we could live closer apart. We are having more weather this year than we had last year.
My Aunt Betty died, and is doing fine. Hope you are the same. Her health leaked out and the Doctor gave up when she died. My brother has the mumps and is doing nicely. He is at death's door and is hoping it will pull him through.
Our neighbor's baby swallowed some pins, but we fed her a pin cushion and everything is okay.
I started to London to see you, but on my way, I saw a sign that said "this sign takes you to London." I climbed upon it and sat there for three hours, but the thing didn't budge.
My grandmother got her wooden leg caught in the washing machine and grandpa had to cut it off to keep her from bleeding to death.
I am mailing you a coat by express. I cut off the buttons so that it would not weigh so much. In case you are wondering where the buttons are, they are in the coat pocket.
By the way, if you don't get this letter, let me know, and I will mail it to you.
Always,
Nutty Nut.
P.S. In case of fire, fan it with this letter.
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