Women having sex sith boys

Court are cracking down on women, especially teachers, who have sex with under-age boys. In the past few months at least seven women, four of them teachers, have been charged or sentenced. The flurry of prosecutions follows the sex-abuse scandal in the Roman Catholic Church. Experts say that the trend reflects a growing recognition that sexual abuse of boys can be just as serious as that of girls. However, the courts are reluctant to punish women as harshly as men convicted of similar crimes. Whereas male abusers of girls routinely receive sentences of 15 to 20 years, women often avoid jail. “Many people in society feel boys should want sex and it’s not harmful, and girls should not want sex and it is harmful. “The reality is, in both cases it’s illegal, it’s harmful and it’s wrong.” The recent prosecutions of teachers follow the celebrated case of Mary Kay Letourneau, a primary school instructor whose affair with a boy she met when he was 12 produced two daughters. Letourneau, now 42, finally married the boy, who is now 21, after serving seven years in jail for child rape. This month Debra Lafave, 25, a middle-school teacher in Florida, avoided jail by striking a deal that will put her under house arrest for three years for having sex repeatedly with a 14-year-old pupil. Sandra Geisel, 42, was sentenced to six months in jail for having sex with a 16-year-old pupil in upstate New York. Margaret De Barraicua, 31, will spend a year in prison after being found with a 16-year-old remedial student in her parked car behind their school in Sacramento, California. A fourth teacher, Kimberly Ann Cordrey-McKinney, 32, was charged with having sex with a 16-year-old pupil after authorities discovered incriminating text messages. Nicole Barnhart, 36, a teacher from Colorado, is facing sexual assault charges after being discovered with a 16-year-old pupil she said had “begged” her to have sex with him. Move over, Mrs. Robinson. The new public enemy is the bespectacled babe who teaches our kids math in the classroom and sex in the parking lot. Dozens of female teachers have been caught with male students in recent years, and the airwaves are full of outrage that we're letting them off the hook. The statement of double standard" and "slap on the wrist" are common when dealing with woment having sex with boys. "Why is it when a man rapes a little girl, he goes to jail,""but when a woman rapes a boy, she had a breakdown?"

What does Family mean?

I ran into a stranger as he passed by, "Oh excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I. We went on our way and we said goodbye. But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down. "Move out of the way," I said with a frown. He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use, but the family you love, you seem to abuse. Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you. He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes." By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?" He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way." He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue." FAMILY Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think? So what is behind the story? Do you know what the word FAMILY means? FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE (Y)OU

Two Horses

Just up the road from my home is a field, with two horses in it.

From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing.... Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.

This alone is amazing. If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell. Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field. Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell. It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.
As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray. When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.

Like the owners of these two horses, God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. He watches over us and even brings others into our lives to help us when we are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way.... Good friends are like that... you may not always see them, but you know they are always there. Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours. (Thanks for already listening for my bell)And remember... be kinder than necessary - everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle. Live simply,Love generously,Care deeply,Speak kindly....Leave the rest to God

Sometimes when you put it in his hands, you just have to believe!

Don't Tell Martin

Please Don't Tell Martin by Bitter B.
Thank you Ms. Coretta for the grace, strength, and dignity that you displayed. Since your wonderful husband was assassinated by the bullets of fear and hate. You know they killed him because of their ignorance. Thank you for not allowing bitterness and anger to engulf your very existence.
Now that you are reunited with Martin tell him that they are stripping our rights away, day by day, but his fight was not in vain. Tell him that although my generation glorifies drugs, debases black women in song, and calls us vulgar names that his dream still remains. Our men no longer celebrate our natural black beauty. We have to have long weaves, small waists, and big ole booties.
The videos are so degrading, they mirror soft porn. Us Blacks own television stations now, but that's all that's shown. Tell Martin that my generation apologizes for its lack of respect for his legacy and the dormancy of our elders. We might as well call this the Civil Rights of Unmovement Era. Tell him that although we as black people make more than we've ever seen, that we squander it on diamond clad teeth, 24 inch rims, and designer clothes due to our sagging self-esteem.
Tell Martin that our babies are growing up without fathers, while the mothers are catching buses just like he remembers. Our children take to the streets in droves, not to march or proclaim the injustice of this nation, but to pledge their gang affiliation. I can't rhyme to this next line. On any night thugs hang out while bullets ring out - not freedom. And, yes, we continue to be judged by the color of our skin by America but I wonder most about the lack of the content of our character.
Advise him that the granddaughters of the Civil Rights Era are making their money as strippers. The Grandsons of the marchers are ignoring their sons and daughters and hanging and slanging on corners. They're going to jail in mass numbers, not for protesting, marching, or defying racism, but because they commit illegal acts to gain materialism.
Our children are making babies, ignoring education, committing felonious capers, I'd wish they'd read his Birmingham Jail Papers. Tell Martin that those in the ghetto are not the only ones forgetting his dream. There are those who've forgotten where they came from because of a little cream. Who refuse to give back to the community, because their motto is "More for me." They've forgotten how to lend a helping hand, to help their fellow man, all the while thinking, "If I can make it, they can." Looking down without offering a leg up, getting on elevators with their noses up. Some of us are even Republicans now, but that's a very exclusive black crowd striving to get to the top of the ladder, to make their pockets fatter instead of doing something that truly matters. Leaving the hood in droves and only moving back when Whites buy up all of the homes. Tell Martin that we still like to dance and sing, but not Negro spirituals cuz we've got Beyonce grinding and shaking her thing.
Ms. Coretta, this may hurt poor Martin the most. It just may seal the deal, we as a people don't attend church anymore. Cuz we've gotten a little education and found out that God wasn't real. For those of us who still believe, it makes us want to holla, we've got a pimp named Bishop and a Bishop named Dollar.
I don't know Ms. Coretta, maybe you'd better not tell Martin that for all that he's done to make us free, equal, and just that we still migrate to the back of the bus. I'll bet looking down he doesn't recognize us. We've forgotten how to march, protest, and vote - but be at the club, standing in line for hours in the freezing cold. sporting the latest gear; stilettos, hoochie clothes, teeth that's froze, and then driving cars with less tire more rim. Dying to get in so that we can shake it fast, drop it like it's hot, forgetting the respect and dignity that we were taught. I neva' thought I'd think this thought, but please don't eva' give Martin your report.
Ms. Coretta, maybe you should just avoid mentioning my generation all togetha'.
Bitter B. Released: January 31, 2008
"Bad planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part." Proverb

Wifes hearing test

A man feared his wife was not hearing as well as she used to, and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach 20 her, he called the family doctor to discuss the problem.

The doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the doctor a better idea about her hearing loss. "Here's what you do," said the doctor. "Stand about 40 feet away from 20 her and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you.

If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response." That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was 20 in the den. He says to himself, "I'm about 40 feet away. Let's see what happens." In a normal tone he asks, Honey, what's for dinner?"

No response. So the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his 20 wife, and repeats, "Honey, what's for dinner?" Still no response. Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks,

"Honey, What's for dinner?" Again, no response. So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away."Honey, What's
for dinner?" Again, there is no response. So he walks right up behind her. "Honey, what's for dinner?" (I just love this.) "Earl, for the 5th time, CHICKEN."

Booty Call Agreement

This pre-booty call agreement (hereinafter referred to herein as the>("Agreement") is entered into as of the _____ day of__________, 2008, by>and>between ____________ and ____________.>>
THIS AGREEMENT SHALL COVER THE FOLLOWING RULES AND PRINCIPLES:>>1. No sleeping over - UNLESS IT IS VERY GOOD AND WE NEED TO>REPEAT IT IN THE MORNING.>2. No meeting in public except for dinner or drinks before the events>of the evening.>3. No calls before 9pm -- (we don't have shit to talk about)>4. None of that "lovemaking" shit -- strictly mind blowing-sex allowed.>5. No emotional discussions...(ex. Where are we heading with this?>Do you love me - Hell naw- so don't ask stupid shit.)>6. No plans made in advance ... that is why you are called the "backup">unless you are from out of town-then its only a one time advanced>arrangement.>7. All gifts excepted -- (money and diamonds are always good).>8. No baby talk (however, dirty talk is encouraged).>9. No asking for comparisons with former lovers (its really non of your>damn>business).>10. No kissing (too intimate except to other body parts -- no mouth>kissing-yuck).>11. No calling each other "friends with benefits"(we are not friends just>sex buddies).>12. Calling out the wrong name during sex is OK -don't be offended.>13. No extra clothing (I don't want your ass leaving anything behind when>you leave.)>14. No falling asleep right after sex -- get your azz up and go home-its>over damn.>15. Don't be offended if I don't ask if you enjoyed it (I don't care).>16. You cannot borrow my car for any reason.>17. If anyone asks who you are, the standard response will be, "My>roommate's girlfriend/boyfriend.">18. Doggie style preferred (just hit it hard and right or get the hell>out).>19. Reason for doggie style: the less eye contact the better.(don't want to>look at your azz -just want to fuck you)>20. We hook up absolutely whenever the mood strikes -ME (so don't keep>calling dammit).>21. The most important one -- no condoms-nofucking-carry your azz home.>22. Bring your own drink -- I am not your liquor store.>23. No phone use please -- don't want anyone calling>back looking for your azz.>>*
EXTRA TIP FOR SUCCESSFUL BOOTY CALLS:>>The aforementioned rules may only be altered by the holder of the>agreement.>If the other party attempts to change or alter any terms of this>Agreement, this Agreement will automatically become null and void>and you will then be removed from the BOOTY CALL LIST and>deleted from phone memory and email list. BLOCKED from>all communications until your silly azz understand the rules.>>Participating Party Signature:>_______________________________________>Date:________________>>Participating Party>Signature_______________________________________>Date:________________

Being alone should does not have to mean your lonely

The ideal of being alone is something that I have live with all my life! As an only child my title only included "me introductions". The hidden pain that I experience was so intense for me as a child at 4 years old being left in a car all day while my grandfather was working at the factory. I remembered crying for hours. That fear has followed me throughout my life, never realizing the connection from my childhood. Our past has a lot to do with our future we create.

I never realized why I was so obsessed with getting attention from women, one was never enough. Truth be told told they would never last, I always had a reason why they were never good enough. Don't get me wrong, some were good women, but they could never satisfy me. They only had three qualifications to meet. 1) Physcally attractive to me. 2) Could carry on meaningful conversation. 3) Satisfy my body. Now believe it or not I could always find atleast 2 of the three qualties but never all three, so they could never live up to my expectations. Who am I fooling, my expectation were I did not want to be left alone, so I would never allow myself to care.

Being alone didn't make me lonely, it was when I did not have any one to turn too, that made me feel lonely! I never knew about being insecure until I quit running. So many emotions to deal with is hard to say, the realization of my dysfunctional life has lead me down a long and winding road... You see so many doors that I want to open and I must share. Although I am so afraid of Pandora's Box!