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This data is also used to help improve our program. 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. 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.If convicted, the 39-year-old man faces 25 years to life in prison.According to FBI Agent Sarah Deamron, O'Kimosh began interacting with the girl last January through Facebook Messenger; in April he asked if he could contact her on Snapchat. At first O'Kimosh did not know the girl was only 15, but continued to discuss sexual topics with her after learning her age, "repeatedly requesting through the Snapchat application" that they meet for sexual activity. 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.
His response to what my friend christened The DTF Method was a simple ‘sure’ followed by an exchange of numbers and a Whatsapp chat.
The feds didn't step in, for instance, when dozens of cops were under investigation for sexting and having sex with an underage girl in Oakland, California. prosecutors have been big lately on exercising jurisdiction over both social media and sexting, and these have also been the subject of much attention in Congress lately.
Or when a Chicago cop was arrested for trafficking a 14-year-old. All of this helps suggest the decision to make this a federal matter is based more on opportunism and political agendas than the severity of O'Kimosh's crime or his threat to the public.
‘The lobby is cool to start with.’ That way I could leg it if he seemed like he was hiding a hammer in his jacket. I can get you a cab if you want.’ ‘Sure,’ I said, pulling on some decent clothes. Fortunately, the journey was short, and Rob said he was waiting outside the hotel having a smoke. ‘200 and something,’ he said, walking to the minibar.
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.