For gettin’ it on with a thirteen-year-old.
In June of 1996, thirteen-year-old Vili Fualaau was taken to the police station with his teacher, Mary Kay Letourneau, after a policeman thought something suspicious was going on with the two of them in Mary’s parked minivan. They were let go after the boy’s mother vouched for Mary. A few days later, for the first time, the teacher and pupil did the deed. Apparently, Vili won a $20 bet with his classmate for bangin’ teach. About eight months later, after having sex three hundred to four hundred times with the boy, Mary was ratted out by her husband’s cousin. Consequently, the mother of four was arrested. At that time, she was five months pregnant with Vili’s child. Since she was pregnant, the police gave her a reduced suspended sentence of six months in jail. A month after she was released, the statutory rapist got caught with Vili again in a car with the windows fogged up. Mary was sent back to prison with another bun in the oven. This time she spent six and a half years in the slammer. Now she is free and married to her youthful, but legal, beau. The licentious couple will have a great story for their grandkids!
A random mother says lovingly to her child, “Hurry up, Billy, it’s your first day of sixth grade, you don’t want to be late! Now remember: walk straight to school, don’t talk to strangers, just say no to drugs, and don’t let the teacher play with Mr. Pee Pee.”
Mary, you thought your sexual acts with your child soul mate were “fate,” but everyone else called it “rape.” There is no sugarcoating it—you’re a pedophile. Now parents have to suspect the intentions of female schoolteachers around their children.
Mary Kay, because of you, I hear Wal-Mart now sells chastity belts during the back-to-school rush.