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When investigators impersonated the girl on November 1, O'Kibosh asked "her" to send an explicit photo. Sickel ordered O'Kimosh be held in a federal corrections facility pending trial, based on his "potential risk of flight due to the significant sentence that may be imposed if convicted" and on the fact that the alleged offenses happened while he was on duty as a Menominee Tribal Police officer."The Court finds the information set forth by the defense is not sufficient to rebut the presumption of detention and no set or combination of conditions would assure the safety of the community," wrote Sickel.He also asked to meet for oral sex and, when "she" agreed, showed up at place they had arranged. While it's refreshing to see a cop get held accountable for a change, calling O'Kimosh a threat to community safety seems a bit melodramatic. I wasn’t going to rush off to meet a stranger and lock myself in a room with him. OK so I’ll message you when I’m there and when I get home.’ I mean, I wasn’t about to let myself get abducted. Ten minutes later, I slid into the cab and we were off. Besides, the lobby was super dark with random lamps scattered around. Luxury shower gels and conditioners lined the wall alongside plush towels. And all this took was asking a few strangers if they were down to fuck. I threw some things into a bag and ran out the door. I legged it down the street with Google Maps as my aide, while the cab driver spammed me with calls to ask if I was there. Before too long, I decided we were probably safe to move up to a room. Much easier than waiting for someone to send a dodgy GIF on Tinder then unmatch you for no reason. Without turning this into erotica, we moved from kissing to pretty much everything else. ‘Sec, I’ve gotta get this.’ I stared after him as he wandered into the bathroom and started shouting down the phone. ‘I can leave if you’ve got stuff to deal with,’ I said, trying not to laugh. I sat motionless for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. Hang on, he’s calling you.’ He was round the back of the high school I’d asked to meet outside. ‘The cab driver is here already, but my flight isn’t until 9.30,’ he said, looking annoyed. ‘Plus my cousin has turned up with him, I’d better go and sit him in front of Netflix or something,’ he said, pulling his trousers on. ‘It’s fine, I’ll be back in five minutes, and I’ll bring you another drink to say sorry,’ he said, running out of the room. I scrolled through my Twitter and Facebook feeds – although there wasn’t much going on at 4am. ’ ‘I can leave,’ I said again, increasingly feeling that it might be best to just do that regardless. Sure, this guy might have come up with the worst excuse to leg it – literally MID SEX – but maybe he genuinely did have some random crazy life he couldn’t get a handle on and was being shipped off to another country. I told him he’d disrespected me and I wasn’t down with that, then blocked him. ‘Apparently my flight is in an hour – what the hell? Or, if this was an excuse, it was the worst one ever. ‘Apparently I can’t get the next plane so I might even be missing this one! I looked at the posh bathroom and briefly considered trashing the joint in an act of rebellious defiance, then thought better of it. Regardless, I wasn’t about to hang around on Whatsapp – or Tinder – and wait for him to message me whenever he was back. I was about to pay for my ride home, but that was it.
What if he tied me to the bed, Christian Grey style, then ran away and left me there? ‘Your uh, friend has been texting me,’ the driver said, smirking. For God’s sake man, did I have ‘I’m down to fuck’ written on my forehead or something? They might have called it ‘ambience’ but I felt like I was in a Dickens novel.
Notably, O'Kibosh doesn't face child pornography charges.
Instead, he's charged under lesser-used federal statutes related to sexual exploitation of children, obscenity, and immoral travel (the Mann Act)—offenses related to recent congressional bills on warrantless email snooping, police wiretapping, and online publishing, among other things.
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The quality of chat is just so low, I’m bored within like, a day. After one particularly nauseating IM exchange, where I sighed and tapped ‘unmatch’ yet again, I sat gazing at the blank screen for a minute.