Oh found these lovelies, awesome pictures. This is the pirates I wanna see onscreen instead of Johnny Depp (nothing wrong with him really but…).
The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great-grandfather was a pirate.
He was charming and single, she was bored and stuck in a sterile marriage, and their encounter in the aisles of a local supermarket seemed like a chance for them to change their lives for the better.
But the affair ended in betrayal, recrimination and death after a sequence of events as lurid as the plot of a pulp novel.
Prosecutors in Tokyo called yesterday for a 17-year sentence for Takeshi Kuwabara for murdering his lover, Rie Isohata, last year.
But the most extraordinary thing about the case was not the killing — by strangulation, after a bitter argument last April — but the circumstances in which the couple met.
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[A "love hotel": Rie Isohata was photographed entering one with Takashi Kuwabara to provide grounds for divorce]
Although Kuwabara inadvertently fell in love with Mrs Isohata, he had been paid to track her down and seduce her as a professional wakaresaseya — or “splitter upper” — hired by her husband to provide him with grounds for a divorce.
The case is raising questions about the ethics and legality of “splitter uppers” — shady, but seemingly widespread operatives to whom a surprising number of Japanese turn.
As Mrs Isohata’s father said during the trial: “I can never forgive a business that toys with the emotions of human beings.”
Wakaresaseya perform a variety of functions, but all of them arise from the Japanese dislike of direct confrontation. Rather than pleading with him face to face, a woman whose husband is having an affair may hire a splitter-upper to seduce his mistress away from him. Parents may engage their services to prise off the unsuitable lover of a son or daughter. Dozens of wakaresaseya companies advertise on the internet, under names such as Lady’s Secret Service and Office Shadow. They employ models, actors and personable people of different backgrounds first to trail and then to seduce their quarry. The classic wakaresaseya operation was the one commissioned by Mrs Isohata’s husband.
Kuwabara approached the 32-year-old mother in a supermarket in Tochigi Prefecture, north of Tokyo, in the guise of a chatty stranger, and asked her if she could recommend a place that sold good cheesecake.
Before long they were lovers. He used the false identity “Hajime” and made no mention of his own wife and children. By arrangement, a colleague photographed them covertly as they entered a “love hotel” where rooms are rented by the hour — and Mrs Isohata’s husband used this as evidence to divorce her in November 2007. By this time, however, she and Kuwabara were in love.
But when the truth came out in April 2009 the couple had a furious row and she announced that she was leaving him. It ended with her being strangled with a piece of household string. Kuwabara surrendered to the police that same night. “At the beginning, I thought of it as just a job,” he told the court. “But I came to really love her. I told lie after lie out of fear that she would hate me. I was driven into a corner. I still love her.”
Mrs Isohata’s father told reporters: “For the rest of my life, I will never forgive the defendant, or my daughter’s ex-husband who hired him, or the wakaresaseya business itself.
“This has devastated not just my daughter’s life, but those of my grandchildren and me.”
Parting shots
Wakaresaseya (pronounced Wack-Array-Sass-Sayer) are private detectives who bring to an end relationships of all kinds
As well as breaking up couples, entrapping someone into an affair can be useful to an employer who wants to secure the “resignation” of an employee or a businessman seeking “favourable terms”
Five years ago there were about a dozen companies, but there are now many more on the internet. The industry relies upon the power of shame and is unregulated
Cost is a question of time and complexity. An initial consultation might be Y10,000 (£71), but the average case takes three months and costs can easily mount
The wakaresaseya say that men are the easiest targets. “They never seem to smell a rat when, despite the fact they’re middle-aged, a beautiful young woman falls for them,” one said.
bron: www.timesonline.co.uk [10-2-2010]
As I had caught up with the other ex-s, I thought it was only fair that I had lunch with my freshest ungirlfriend. Naturally, I was putting it off as humanly possible because. no matter how many girls you put between you and the last one to make a mark, the first time is always awkward and bound to screw with your head more than hard liquor and dirty blondes.
When she walked up to the café table she looked good, a calculated move to make me feel like shit for ending it. And of course I had to tell her she looked good, and she replied that I did too. She asked what I was up to these last few months and I just couldn’t help but laugh. She didn’t get what was so funny, and I brushed it off. In my head I convinced myself that because she was behind the origin of this whole thing, she would be my greatest villain in the hundred days, but she was just another girl. Another girl who I went through the motions with, another girl who sure, I love to spend time with, but she didn’t give me that amazing teenage feeling. You can laugh and smile and have all the amazing sex you want with a person, but there are so few out there that you just want their breath on the side of your neck, and the twitch of their arm before they pass out.
She also asked if I was seeing anybody, and I immediately mentioned Nicole, and she brought up a couple of the girls she thought were into me (several of the hundred girls chronicled here), but we only really had an hour together, and I promised to call her, and to reestablish the lines of communication, more hollow words that we knew wouldn’t be fulfilled.
In September I embarked on a new venture in my life, Adult Sex Toy Parties. If you have been reading my blog for a while, you may remember my “I Have No Life” post when I announced my new career. Since I began consulting men and women on ways to improve their sex life, I have heard some interesting stories.
One fun toy that I show at my parties is a set of jelly anal beads. Now if you have been to one of my parties or are knowledgeable about the proper use of such beads you would know to insert and remove the beads one by one, and not like a lawnmower!
So you would understand me being in hysterics when I saw this post:
FAIL
I finally got around to picking up a copy of the explicit nude mens magazine I’m in. I got a standard 6 page spread with an interview, personally I was hoping for more, but my boobs aren’t really big enough for magazines to go crazy over =(
I’m hoping to change that though, I’m taking a herb supplement called Pueraria Mirifica which claims to have permanent breast enlargement by use of phyto-estrogens which develop breast tissue and stimulate growth of the mammory tissue. Permanent enlargement results are expected to be seen by 3 months and onwards. I’ll let you know how that goes and if it really works…
Anyway, back to the magazine… My cuck is now cuckolded nationally because in my interview it mentions our relationship dynamic. Not necessarily the word “cuckold”, but that we are in an open relationship on MY end and that he enjoys the idea of me being with other men! I will post some of the interview another post or maybe edit this one with some excerpts. Meantime, here are some pics that featured:
What do you think?
XOX
I have not decided if the mirrors in my house are a blessing or a curse in my attempt to lose weight. It goes both ways actually. If I am feeling like I have been productive during the day and I catch a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror at just the right angle, it might help me stay focused for the rest of the day. On the other hand, almost every time I get out of the shower, I startle myself. I’ve debated stopping taking showers all together to avoid the naked man in the mirror, but my wife said she would divorce me if I did. So, I’ve added extra towels to wrap myself after I get out. Sounds ridiculous, but its true.
It must be mental, because I should be using the naked man in the mirror as motivation to lose more weight, but most of the time it seems to go against me. Whenever I feel as if I have made significant progress I always find a way to beat myself up. That’s probably why diets have never worked for me in the past. I last for a week or two and then the junk food and guilt get the best of me and I go back to my old habits.
It’s been even more difficult since having kids. The past five years have been wonderful crazy! I love my kids with everything that I am, but the craziness that come with raising three kids has allowed me to be lazy and make excuses to not work out or watch what I eat. The funny thing is, I feed my kids good healthy food. They love veggies and fruit, but I never follow in line and eat the same stuff. I should be leading by example.
What I really need to do is clean out my pantry. There are still plenty of processed foods in there just waiting to sabotage my efforts. If it’s out of sight, it will be out of mind. Right?
I’m just rambling. Any suggestions?
