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Esposas Calientes

Un carpintero de Taiwan compró un DVD XXX para pasar el rato y para su sorpresa se encontro que su esposa era la estrella del video, una camara de un motel grabo en secreto de su esposa cuando esta tenia relaciones sexuales con el mejor amigo de su esposo. El marido, identificado sólo por su apellido Lee, descubrió este video en el año 2002.

Los actos sexuales al parecer habían sido grabados con una cámara oculta y para una pelicula en DVD, con el título de “Affairs con mujeres casadas”, Lee compró el video de un vendedor en la calle para disfrutarlo en su casa.

Lee, que vive en el Condado de Taoyuan, cerca de Taipei, se divorcio de su esposa después de ver el DVD. Su amigo, un carnicero como el, huyó de su aldea. Sin embargo en agosto de 2008, Lee vio el carnicero en la ciudad de Chungli, regresó con un cuchillo y apuñaló a su ex amigo en el muslo.

El carnicero Lee demandó por lesiones corporales. Lee intento pero no pudo contra demandar al otro carnicero por adulterio, pero el delito ya había expirado. Los fiscales instaron a los hombres para resolver el caso fuera de los tribunales, pero se negaron. Con el fracaso para resolver el caso fuera de los tribunales, Lee fue acusado el martes de un cargo de causar daño corporal a otra persona, Liberty Times informó. Los fiscales buscaban una pena de menos de seis meses de prisión, que puede convertirse en una multa.

Chaaale dicen que venden de esos videos en la pulga...

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Former exotic dancer gets jail in videotape sex-death cas

A former exotic dancer from Pleasanton was sentenced to a year in jail today after she was caught on videotape doing drugs and having sex with a Pacifica man who died of a heart attack during their romp at his home.

The video camera, which the pair had set up to record their escapades, taped the 43-year-old man's death and then captured Nicole Lynn Faller, 31, moving his body around, including dragging it out of the room, before calling 911 about five minutes later, prosecutors said.

As she waited for paramedics, Faller, on parole for a felony drunken-driving conviction, was videotaped pocketing the man's remaining drugs, prosecutors said -- about 5 grams of methamphetamine.

The incident March 18, 2006, was the latest legal problem for Faller, who was convicted of twice driving under the influence in 2001 and had her parental rights stripped before being sentenced to prison in April 2002 on the second DUI, San Mateo County prosecutors said.

"I'd really like to get some help," Faller told Judge John Grandsaert during her sentencing today in Superior Court. "This almost cost me my marriage. I've pretty much lost everything."

Faller pleaded no contest in January to one felony count of drug possession in the videotape case. Under the plea deal, she faced a maximum of 32 months in prison. Prosecutors dropped two other minor drug-related counts, and Faller was not charged with causing the man's death.

Faller had initially faced up to six years in prison under California's "three strikes" law because she had a previous strike for her second DUI conviction, in which she struck a Caltrans worker with her car in September 2001, breaking his leg, prosecutor Ivan Nightengale said.

"Simply put, she's a dangerous, reckless individual," Nightengale told the judge.

Defense attorney Raymond Buenaventura argued that Faller needed psychiatric and substance abuse treatment, not prison time.

"She has a history of mental health problems that have compounded her issues," Buenaventura said. "She has nightmares about what happened."

Grandsaert agreed to not consider the previous strike conviction in Faller's current case, noting the rehabilitation steps she had taken since being released on $10,000 bail.

"She has clearly wreaked havoc on people around her," Grandsaert said, but her "efforts prove she is amenable to probation."

The judge sentenced Faller to one year in county jail and three years' probation and required her to complete a residential drug treatment program.

Faller was handcuffed and taken into custody in the courtroom, turning to mouth "bye" to a man who had accompanied her.

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Inner Monologue Of A 12-Year-Old Moments After His First Wet Dream

What the-? What’s going – am I awake? Why is my crotch cold? Oh no, I pissed myself. Jesus, I thought I was done with that. Wait a - hmm, this is sticky. Did I forget that I hid chocolate in the bed or some- OH SHIT. WET DREAM WET DREAM. Okay, don’t panic. Just have to think this out. I’m on my back, so that means none of it have touched the bed. This is strictly an underwear problem. No, wait, my back is wet. Maybe it’s sweat. Ew, not sweat. Okay, what time is it? 3 a.m. Hmmm, maybe I can wash it off the sheets, and by the time I wake up in the morning it’ll be dry and my parents will never know. Does it dry? Tommy says it gets crunchy like a cheeto. Cheetos don’t dry. I should pack cheetos in my lunch tomorrow, they’re delicious. Focus dammit! Alright, first things first, I need to find a place I can hide these underwear, where no one will ever find them. Ever. Outside in behind the bushes in the backyard.

Yes. I’ll just wad them into a ball, and then I’ll throw them there. Okay, here we go. Underwear off, very veeeeery quietly lifting my body out of bed and shit! My bed creaked! Lie back in bed still! Lie back in bed still! Holy shit that was close. My parents easily could have heard my bed slightly creak from down the hall. Okay, let’s try this again. Slowly out of bed, light on the toes, light on the toes. Geeeeently open my door, remember not to breath loud. Down the hall, and yes, to the back door. Wait, did I hear something? Was that coming from my parents room? Shit! It’s gone now. I’m just hearing things. Man, it’s dark in the back yard. I’m not going out there. I could be killed by several things out there.

Okay, in one motion, I’m going to take my underwear off, open the back door, and then hurl the underwear out there, then close the door. If I pull this off, holy shit. This will be something else. On the count of three. One, two, three! Underwear off, back door open and – OH FUCK IT’S DAD HE WASN”T ASLEEP. This is very very awkward.

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