"Baby, I loved what we did!" begins the mash note written on the back of suspect Tammy Imre's bank statement, which was obtained by The New York Post.
"Behind the tree, that shows me you love me. You know I love you!"
For the most part I like the idea of an older woman showing a kid the ropes sexually, so to speak.
I won’t lie, there were times when I was a kid where I had wished I had been kept after school by a few of my teachers and college professors over the years.
But I draw the line on this latest case, where this divorced mother of a seven-year-old daughter had sex with her daughter’s eight-year-old friend.
The boy’s mother found a letter that Tammy Imre had written her son suggesting that he could come over and “we can do the you-know-what.”
I draw the line there because “you-know-what” to me when I was eight-year-old was playing with Buck Rogers action figures or my Mego Spider-man.
Fucking wasn’t even in my universe.
Sex wasn’t anything that I even cared about until puberty hit. I can only tell you what pre-puberty was like by contrasting it with what post-puberty was like.
Post-puberty was as if all of a sudden, without any warning, girls were better than my GI JOE, comic books or cartoons.
Suddenly I gave a shit what they thought about me and what I was wearing to school and how I smelled.
Inadvertently they changed everything about me. I start bathing with regularity and my best performances on the playground, the sandlot and the hoop court were always when a girl was in the general vicinity.
Before that, with the exception of my mother or my grandmothers, women had absolutely no discernable value to my existence whatsoever.
Puberty was the single biggest paradigm shift in my life up to that time or since for that matter.
The last time my world was rocked that hard I was being squeezed out of the only home I had known after nine months.
When I talk about an older woman messing around with me I am always talking about when I would have been sexually aware of what was going on.
I feel bad for this kid. He thinks he is coming over to the house to play, Play Station and this bitch is riding him like a horse.
People, this woman had him shave her vagina.
She gave him a key to her apartment.
She told police that she considered him her boyfriend.
She wrote a note to the boy stating: 'OK, I'm glad you finally told me why you don't want me to take those pills. I hope it's the truth because I don't want anyone but you! Now tomorrow, it's supposed to rain. You can come over and do you know what. Love ya! I want you!'
She apparently attends church every Sunday. Didn’t help.
Maybe that is where she got the idea for this in the first place.
Her own daughter told police 'My mother does disgusting things with [him].'
Which implies maybe her daughter actually saw what was going on.
No one should ever be that horny.
He can’t even cum at 8-years-old why is she glad that she doesn’t have to take birth control. He can’t even shoot, fuck shooting blanks.
What the hell is he getting out of this relationship but a bunch of smelly, wet sticky shit all over his pubeless, barely functioning dick?
That is a damn shame if you aren’t old enough to appreciate it.
Tammy Imre is being charged with first-degree sexual assault, fourth-degree sexual assault, and risk of injury to a minor.
The risk of injury to a minor is probably from her bouncing her big ass down on an eight year old.