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AN 11-year-old girl has given birth to her 14-year-old brother's baby, it is claimed.
Cops investigating the child mother said they suspect the baby's dad is her sibling - and he was 13 when he got her pregnant.
The youngster gave birth at a hospital in Murcia, south east Spain, where consensual incest between adults is legal.
According to local reports, the child mum was rushed to hospital with stomach pains, with her parents believing she had an intestinal disorder.
But on arrival, the emergency department of La Arrixaca hospital quickly realised the girl was in the later stages of labour and about to give birth last Friday.
Police officers were called in to probe the identity of the dad and believe he was the older sibling of the child’s mum, a Bolivian immigrant.
Sources close to the case said the brother will not face any proceedings under Spanish law, even if it is proven, because he is under the age of criminal responsibility.
Spain raised the age of consent from 13 to 16 in 2013 but an exception is made if sex is consensual when the boy is of similar age or stage of development and maturity.
DNA tests will now take place to confirm the family claims about who the baby's dad is.
Regional Health authority boss Manuel Villegas described the case as "exceptional", adding: "We have to wait now.
"An investigation is still ongoing and when everything has been clarified, we'll see what has happened and if we can help in some way."
Local reports said there was no evidence to suggest the two siblings had not had consensual sex.
The pair were found out when a mum went through the diaries of her other children.
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Published: 11:23 GMT, 14 March 2016 | Updated: 12:26 GMT, 14 March 2016
A homeowner so fed up with couples having sex outside his property set up a number of surveillance cameras in an effort to deter them - with shocking results.
Disgruntled Camoit Mightyram posted the footage on YouTube accompanied by the caption: 'Once again people doing things in front of my house they won't do in there own place.
'When will they figure out the pole full of CCTV camera are real.'
Disgruntled Camoit Mightyram confronts one couple parked in front of his home, fed up with their antics
At least two couples were captured in the footage, which was posted online in an effort to deter others
The shocking CCTV footage, believed to have been taken in Sacramento, California, clearly shows amorous couples brazenly having sex in what appears to be a public area.
Shot over a period of several months, the video first shows homeowner Camoit Mightyram confronting a couple in the public space, fed up with their antics.
But they are not the first to be caught in the act - more footage shows other couples also using the space as a substitute bedroom.
The YouTube user set up several surveillance cameras outside his home - but it failed to dissuade amorous couples.
The footage on YouTube was accompanied by the caption: 'Once again people doing things in front of my house they won't do in there own place. When will they figure out the pole full of CCTV camera are real'
The footage, believed to have been taken in Sacramento, California, clearly shows amorous couples brazenly having sex in a public area
So he posted the catalogue of graphic footage on the internet for all to see.
In other videos, all capturing footage around the park bench in the residential area, a woman can be seen urinating behind a tree while another can be seen driving away in a car despite clearly being under the influence of alcohol.
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The day I went to this area of trees, to take photos, it was apparently a normal and calm day. When I got up, I looked out the window and saw that it was one of those foggy days, although it was not a very dense fog, it was enough to enjoy my passion ... to get to this place, I have to travel by car, if I don't, I can freeze to death on the way ... here when it's foggy and it's very early, you know, the wind chill can be very harsh. Once I got to the place I wanted ... you can imagine, this is quite a large area and it is full of trees, so for someone like me who loves this, here he goes crazy and starts shooting like there is no tomorrow ... I spent a lot of time here, walking and photographing among this beauty. My surprise came when I was already half freezing to death, I decided to keep my camera and go home, to take a good shower of hot water and a delicious coffee ... I reached into my jacket pocket, to get the keys from my car ... boom! Surprise! There is no key! What? What the heck is going on here and what a fucking joke is this? (Sorry, but that's how I felt) I started to get quite nervous about this, I think I had never lost my car key ... and less in a place like that, where I had gone more laps than a Ferris wheel ... shit! What do I do ... finding the key here is crazy! God, please take me with you! Well, after searching and searching, going up and down for a long time ... I called my wife ... look, this has happened to me ... Can you come get me please? You know that I love you very much, right? Can you bring me the second car key, please? My wife to the rescue ... she came and we looked for the key together, but no luck! We left because it was Sunday and we had things to do too ... my head wouldn't stop spinning because of what happened ... how was it possible? After a few hours, it was noon, I decided to go back to the crime scene, I had to find it ... the fog had disappeared and the sun was shining, perhaps now it would be possible ... I spent a long time again looking for the key and trying to follow the steps that I had traveled before ... when I had already decided to go home due to the lack of strength to continue there and because of the physical and mental exhaustion that I had ... for some incomprehensible reason, perhaps out of mercy or perhaps compassion, God left a key there, on the ground, in the grass ... my eyes and my pride couldn't believe it ... I didn't have enough teeth for my smile !!! I couldn't believe finding that when I was completely giving up! Luckily it was not the typical key that we all know, it was a card type key (like a credit card) and maybe that's why you could see it! I think that if it had been the classic key, I would not have found it in my life! Several days after this, right now, when I am writing these lines I keep thinking about how lucky I was to find her ... I promise you that right now I can see the fog from my window, it is 10:17 am on the morning of the first day of the year ... but this time I'm not going to leave my house ... I'm just going to get up from my chair to go find a good coffee!
Please, when you go to take photos, close the pocket tightly where you leave the car key or the house key ... I do not recommend losing that in the forest to anyone, I really had a bad and stressful morning!
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Please read the hilarious true story. Names and some details have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals. This is not the actual building narrated in the story.
The sound of a four-wheeler engine could be heard faintly from a little distance away.
Now, the sound of the engine was within a disturbing distance.
Less than in seconds, the sound was pummeling my eardrums.
Can I help you? Asked the man on the four-wheeler.
Having had heard this question only God knows how many times in my life I knew what it meant: what are you doing in my property? Why are you taking picture of my house, boat, condo, barn, wife, horse, satellite dish, truck, junk, pet, lot, fence, door…and any million of things that exist under the sun whether they belonged to someone private, company, government, nature or God. In this case it was a million dollar castle-like house. My answer, though rarely varies, is always the same, after a long pause and, “not that damn question again! Can’t you people get a bit more creative, that is.
Not unless you know how to take pictures, I said casually.
Are you taking picture of my house?
Still adjusting the settings, looking for a different angle, I said, I take pictures of beautiful things. And…I pause, wearing a fake curious expression. “Are you the care-taker? The butler? The reason I’m asking cause even the caretaker or the maid use the expression ‘my house’, like they own the thing…this castle, or whatever.
I’m the owner and you’re trespassing.
That goddamn word hits me right between my eyes every time. That word, after 9/11, that replaced 'Amen' in a pious mind; replaced doubt to trust, love to hate, evil to good, friends to enemies, colors to faces and places...
And can you, please, turn that thing off? I’m not really enjoying this engine noise
Good. Uncle Sam must be proud of you.
Do you always go into people’s property and take pictures without asking permission?
Sharks begin swimming in my head. Yes, I said. But we don’t go knocking on people’s door, disrupting their privacy asking for permission.
Professionals! Law-abiding citizens who bear A-Wear-Ness of the law and the privacy of others . Where other’s privacy starts yours ends. The latter is my motto, not in the book.
The sharks transform into little harmless fish.
I’m not trespassing. See, I point at the white painted wooden fence. You’re on the other side of the fence and I’m on this side. If you’ve had owned this side, here, where I’m standing…hey! Look at where I’m pointing! Here! You’d have built your fence here and not here!
Does Terry know you’re in his property?
A shark tries to push or swallow the little fish in my head, but my brain stops it.
I sigh. Not ‘nless he is a psychic. And who the hell is Terry?
Terry is my brother. You could’ve asked him.
I turn around. I look at the ram-shackle, falling apart barn. Someone lives in there? Ter?—
Cute names. Terry and Trey Ratcliffe. And Terry, your brother. Lives. There. In that pig-stile and you live in that castle, right?
Friendly, conspiratorial tone. Listen, Mr Ratcliffe. Don’t get all cute and smart ass with me. I don’t know what’s your stash in that shack or in your castle. I’m not a cop. . Excuse the pun Mr Ratcliffe but I couldn’t care a rat’s ass. In this town if you own a house worth a million dollar, you’re stinking-dirty motherfucker. In LA if you own a house worth five mil. And you’re not a celeb actor or sports legend-Tiger-Fucking-woods or the likes, you’re stinking-dirty just the same. What do you do for living? How could you afford this house?
Silence. Mr Ratcliffe only stares, perplexed. Not expecting such an encounter in his present life.
Now, Ima gonna go. I’m losing light. I’m losing the sun.
You’re weird. You’re talking about the sun. What’s your name?
Take the license plate and call the sheriff, Mr Ratcliffe”.
As I drive away, I glance at the side mirror. Mr Ratcliffe driving his four-wheeler like a mad man toward his castle. Good. Call the Sherriff, I mutter to myself.
As I look through the view finder, I hear screeching, breaking noise behind me. Then the sound of slamming door of a vehicle.
You’re not going anywhere! barks Mr Ratcliffe, holding a cell phone in his hand. He flips it open and punches the obvious three digits that will be answered by a practiced voice, "911. How can I help you?" routine.
Oh, you again, I say in an indifferent tone. Mr Ratcliffe.
The Chevy truck parked face to face with my Audi, blocking my escaping, so to speak. Mr Ratcliffe is now talking with the Sherriff’s dispatcher, walking back and forth. All I Think is, ‘Finally, you dumb-ass-hillbilly-rat-fuck”.
There is a gentleman here, Mr Ratcliffe’s voice trails off. “Acting very evasive…”
After a few more clicks of another modern-gothic architecture, I walk toward Mr Ratcliffe and I lean closer to the cell phone, making sure the dispatcher on the other end will hear me.
“Stop following me!” I shout. “Stop F....wasting my time!”. He walks away from me and says, “He’s telling me to stop f….waste his time….”
I’m back behind the camera. Several minutes later Mr Ratcliffe finishes his sweet chat, his face ash pale.
The expression on Mr Ratcliffe turned into crimson red and read, “How the hell did he know that? Who’s this guy?”.
Suddenly, he makes a dart to the truck, yanks the door open and grabs a weapon.
“Didja know that this is a cowboy town, boy?” he snaps, pointing a .44 caliber Winchester rifle at me, his nostrils widens . “Didja?”
“Well, now you should, pretty boy! You’re talking to a cowboy!”
“Where’re your boots? Your cowboy outfit. You look like one them UPS delivery guys with that stupid shorts”
“Well, that don’t’ madder, cause I have the gun now” a stupid, childish-Billy The Kid smirk.
‘OK” I say in a firm tone, pushing the barrel aside, looking Mr Ratcliffe in the eye. Mr Ratcliffe who turned this whole incident into a personal vendetta; who wanted me on my knees pleading, “I’m sorry, sir. Please don’t hurt me,” and him yelling, “Who’s the bitch now? Who? Who’s the rat?”
“Easy now, Mary,” I say as calm as they come. “Put The rifle away. I don’t have time to play cowboys with you”
A lost, confused, and totally flabbergasted Mr Ratcliffe pivots on his sandaled feet and screams, “Ima shoot your tire!”
I let out a deep sigh. Sharks are taking over small fish rapidly.
I launch at Mr Ratcliffe, pushing him against his truck and press my elbow against his neck, pressing CWP Badge over his face.
I take control of my mind and tell the sharks to go swim and hunt somewhere else. Woosharks!
“What’re you doing, man? A friend giving advice to a friend. “There is penal code for this: felony! You can’t follow people, point guns at them. You do serious time for this. Get a grip of your wits you twit! See, I was minding my own business, treating you like a man. But, you couldn’t let it go, could you? You had to pull that territorial-cowboy shit with me”
“You said you ain’t a cop” comes the garbled voice.
“I’m not. This is a protection tool from mindless-rat-fucks like you. It’s a permit to carry gun. See, people get nervous when a gun pointed at them. They reach to their gun and fire back at your miserable-cowboy-ass. You can’t point a gun at anybody. You do at least a year in a pen, that is if you have n
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