she raped him four times in one day

Here's some interesting news:

Glamorous heiress, 45, charged with having sex with 14-year-old boy four times in one day

An Australian horse heiress is saddled with charges after being accused of having sex with a 14-year-old boy four times in a single day.

Savannah Daisley, 45, faced Waverley Local Court in Sydney on Tuesday on child sex abuse allegations, with Judge Jaqueline Milledge denying her bail over the “quite disturbing” allegations.

The glamorous mother of two, who is the daughter of famed Aussie horse breeder Ross Daisley, strongly denies the accusations and intends to plead not guilty.

Cops claim an unbridled Daisley molested the minor four times before 5 p.m. on May 20 last year. It’s unclear whether the pair were known to each other prior to the alleged acts.

Daisley’s defense lawyer cried neigh — arguing that the accusations against his socialite client were made “in spite,” and that it was an “oath vs. oath” case.

However, prosecutor Daniel Richardson claims evidence, straight from the horse’s mouth, exists: He said a police officer told him about a recording of a tawdry phone call made by the heiress, in which she allegedly admits to kissing the teen.

There's a double standard, of course: we'd all be absolutely horrified if the sexes were swapped, but since a decent-looking older lady did it with a teenaged boy, I suspect a lot of us guys are wishing we could have had an experience like that when we were that age. 

I remember being in high school and having mild crushes on one or two of my teachers: my French 2 teacher, Mrs. W, comes to mind. Of course it's horrible that the kid had been taken advantage of (assuming the accusations are true; Ms. Daisley is innocent until proven guilty, although it's not looking good for her), and with the perspective of years, I have to wonder at what dissatisfaction would drive a successful mother of two—with plenty of money and high social status, i.e., lots to lose—to dip into the kiddie pool to have her fun. I guess some married people really do just get that bored. 

Or, hey, charitably speaking, maybe she developed some sort of odd brain lesion in her frontal lobe that impaired her judgment, lowered her inhibitions, and made her give in to horny impulses that would have otherwise stayed hidden. Who knows? Maybe Daisley will write a memoir some years hence.

As for the boy—well, depending on how you look at it, he's either scarred for life or blessed for the rest of his time on Earth. One of these days, I'll have to visit Australia.