It’s hard to know who to count on these days. As a child molester you rely on your wife to keep her gums from flapping to the neighbors, certainly the cops. Look at Jerry Sandusky’s wife. A role model. You hear the boys screaming in the basement, you turn up the Helen Reddy and you go to a happy place of knickknack stores in your mind. If only the arch-villainously named Faye Grant was similarly old school. When she decided it was time to split from Stephen Collins she got him on tape confessing his predatory sex crimes. Now Collins attorney is claiming Grant used the tape primarily to blackmail Collins into more cash than was due in the divorce settlement.
Over the course of my representation of Stephen in the divorce case, Faye has repeatedly threatened to give this audiotape to the media unless Stephen agreed to pay her millions of dollars more than that to which she was legally entitled
Do people still use the term ‘no fucking duh?’. Sure, there’s concern that holding onto the tape for extortion rather than sending your sexual predator husband straight to jail may cause more kids to be molested. But compare that to several million dollars stuffed into a small Hermes travel bag. That’s really something. It’s not like kids die from having a creepy old man placing their hands on his cock. Still, I wouldn’t cry if they gave her the electric chair. Not the high voltage one. The carbon neutral solar powered chair that gives you about 60 volts while you die from starvation some three weeks later. Collins can do prison. I hear it’s super fun for guys who mess with middle school girls. Get your Helen Reddy records ready, Mrs. Sandusky.
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