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Is That Massage Oil, or Are You Just Happy to See Me?
Euch. Ewww. Shudder. Blech. Ech. Blah. Agh. Guh.
Forty-nine year old former professional football player and current substitute teacher and track coach, Tom Porras, set the mood with soft music in his loft. Then he invited a 17-year-old student to his house to watch videos of other people doing the long jump.
Euch. Ewww. Shudder. Blech. Ech. Blah. Agh. Guh.
He then asked if he could give the girl an athletic massage. She said “sure,” knowing that Porras was a personal trainer and believing that such a massage might make her a better athlete. Besides, she reasoned, other students had gone to his home for personal massages.
Euch. Ewww. Shudder. Blech. Ech. Blah. Agh. Guh.
He asked her to change into a two piece. He told her to sit on a massage ball. And then the massage began. He rubbed her shoulders. Then he asked her to roll over on her stomach. Then he fondled her buttocks.
Euch. Ewww. Shudder. Blech. Ech. Blah. Agh. Guh.
Then he kissed her neck, cheeks, and buttocks. He asked her if she had any questions about sex. She said no.
And then he ejaculated on her. He told her it was massage oil.
Euch. Ewww. Shudder. Blech. Ech. Blah. Agh. Guh.
Porras has been charged with sexual indecency and assault.
