It's one thing to work in a massage parlor in Oakland and jerk off customers for money. It happens. And, if that's indeed your job, and you've got a wealthy little computer progammer as a frequent customer, maybe you end up going to his house every week for five years to jerk him off there. Saves his commute. Okay. Fine. Maybe tell the guy to get a life, or to do the job himself. But okay. I get it.
But please, please, please: Don't decide that it'd be even more fun -- and more profitable -- to bring your eight-year old daughter with you to work. Don't let her watch as you pump this dude's pud. And, for God's sake, if you have anything at all resembling a soul, please don't, after a couple of weeks of what basically amounts to on-the-job training, encourage your eight year old daughter to participate, and ultimately "convince" her to engage in weekly mother/daughter jerk off sessions with this pervert that go on for five straight years. And, as if that's not bad enough, don't also successfully solicit your daughter's 13-year-old friend -- and some other minors as well -- to do the same thing.
It's your daughter, for Christ's sake. How can a mother trade her daughter's life and dignity for $300 a week from a child molester? I just don't get it. At all.
Anyway, as you can probably tell, the facts of this case just boggle my mind.
