Lime
Moon
- Joined
- Nov 18, 2010
Evan had married a true innocent, Suki Takashi, a third generation Japanese-American. When Suki surrendered her virginity to her new husband, she could not have been more in love with him. Unfortunately, someone had inserted video cameras strategically in the honeymoon suite and her tender initiation had been captured in full HD video and then streamed over the Internet. When Suki's brother found himself watching his sister and her husband fucking, he exploded at Suki. He blamed Evan and called the police, the attorney general's office, and the FBI. He dragged Suki home to her parent's house. The shame was too much and she killed herself.
Three month's later, all charges against Evan Black for invasion of privacy, pornography, unlawful videotaping were dropped on the three month anniversary of his wife Suki’s death by suicide. The newspapers screamed out voyeuristic headlines like “Lack of Evidence Frees Honeymoon Pornographer Evan Black.” Oh sure, Evan might sue, but it would be expensive and the tabloids and newspapers would simply say he was a public figure and they had no malice when they printed their bilious crap.
When tall, black-haired man walked down the Los Angeles county courtroom steps for the final time a free man, his former best friend watched from across the street. Lyle Peterson had once been a stand up cop and later a decent private investigator. But a love of online video poker and other forms of gambling had lead him deep into bankruptcy and the kind of debt where you end up with broken bones if you didn’t pay your markers. He hadn’t shaved in three days and was hung over from a week long debt. Guilt at what he had done when he installed those private video cameras into Evan Black’s honeymoon suite was slowly killing him. But what was done and done.
As he watched, Suki’s older brother Kevin appeared and began to scream obscenities at Evan. Kevin was another man consumed with guilt. He had discovered the pornographic scheme and instead of handling it quietly, he had exploded in rage, making it a public and humiliating event. When his sister killed herself, he could either turn his anger inward or blame her husband. He had chosen the latter. Maybe one day, he would learn that Evan Black was entirely innocent of all charges.
Three month's later, all charges against Evan Black for invasion of privacy, pornography, unlawful videotaping were dropped on the three month anniversary of his wife Suki’s death by suicide. The newspapers screamed out voyeuristic headlines like “Lack of Evidence Frees Honeymoon Pornographer Evan Black.” Oh sure, Evan might sue, but it would be expensive and the tabloids and newspapers would simply say he was a public figure and they had no malice when they printed their bilious crap.
When tall, black-haired man walked down the Los Angeles county courtroom steps for the final time a free man, his former best friend watched from across the street. Lyle Peterson had once been a stand up cop and later a decent private investigator. But a love of online video poker and other forms of gambling had lead him deep into bankruptcy and the kind of debt where you end up with broken bones if you didn’t pay your markers. He hadn’t shaved in three days and was hung over from a week long debt. Guilt at what he had done when he installed those private video cameras into Evan Black’s honeymoon suite was slowly killing him. But what was done and done.
As he watched, Suki’s older brother Kevin appeared and began to scream obscenities at Evan. Kevin was another man consumed with guilt. He had discovered the pornographic scheme and instead of handling it quietly, he had exploded in rage, making it a public and humiliating event. When his sister killed herself, he could either turn his anger inward or blame her husband. He had chosen the latter. Maybe one day, he would learn that Evan Black was entirely innocent of all charges.