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[ashenmind]

i always think i’ve seen the wildest halimede tweet and am always wrong

[huatenglobal]

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[amsgpsdaily]

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The Benefits of Ankle Bracelet GPS Monitoring

In recent years, ankle bracelet GPS monitoring has gained significant popularity as a valuable tool in law enforcement and criminal justice systems. This innovative technology allows authorities to track and monitor individuals who are subject to house arrest, probation, or parole by using a GPS-enabled ankle bracelet. While some people may view ankle bracelet GPS monitoring as intrusive, there are several compelling reasons why it can be considered beneficial for both offenders and society as a whole.

1. Enhanced Public Safety:

Ankle bracelet GPS monitoring plays a crucial role in enhancing public safety. By tracking the movements of individuals under supervision, authorities can ensure that they are abiding by the terms of their sentence or supervision. This enables law enforcement agencies to monitor the whereabouts of high-risk offenders, preventing them from entering restricted areas or potentially dangerous zones. As a result, the technology acts as a deterrent, reducing the likelihood of re-offending and contributing to the overall safety of communities.

2. Alternative to Incarceration:

Ankle bracelet GPS monitoring provides an effective alternative to incarceration for certain non-violent offenders. By allowing offenders to serve their sentence in the comfort of their own homes, the technology helps alleviate the burden on overcrowded prisons and reduces the associated costs. This alternative approach also allows offenders to maintain their employment, support their families, and receive necessary treatment or counseling, facilitating their successful reintegration into society.

3. Increased Accountability and Compliance:

The use of ankle bracelet GPS monitoring promotes increased accountability and compliance among individuals under supervision. Knowing that their movements are being monitored, offenders are more likely to adhere to the conditions of their release or probation. This heightened level of accountability encourages responsible behavior, helps individuals maintain their commitments, and reduces the chances of engaging in criminal activities. Consequently, ankle bracelet GPS monitoring can contribute to the successful rehabilitation and reformation of offenders.

4. Quick Response to Violations:

Ankle bracelet GPS monitoring provides real-time tracking, enabling prompt response to any violations or breaches of conditions. If an individual deviates from their permitted zones or violates curfew restrictions, authorities can quickly address the situation. Timely intervention can prevent potential harm to the individual, victims, or the community at large. The ability to swiftly respond to violations ensures that appropriate actions are taken, such as providing warnings, adjusting conditions, or, if necessary, revoking probation or parole.

Ankle bracelet GPS monitoring, despite initial reservations, has proven to be a valuable tool in the criminal justice system. By enhancing public safety, providing an alternative to incarceration, promoting accountability, and enabling swift response to violations, this technology offers numerous benefits for both offenders and society as a whole. While it is essential to strike a balance between individual rights and societal needs, ankle bracelet GPS monitoring represents a significant step forward in the pursuit of a safer and more rehabilitative justice system.

[bunnys-kisses]

the dnf club (vol. 2)

franco colapinto

tags: smut/pwp, brazil gp '24, rough sex, frustration, rough sex, modified doggy style, semi-public/closet sex, quiet sex

a/n: this is a little series of one shot fics because these poor guys all got dnfs at the brazil gp! this one in particular was inspired by an ask i got in my inbox after the gp! so thank you lovely anon! <3

carlos edition // alex edition // lance edition // nico edition

franco knew that his seat was still hanging in the balance. it felt like formula one was going through drivers faster than anything. one wrong move and they were out, replaced with another hopeful, who may or may not yield the same results.

it left the argentinian in a state of anxiety. after talks with the team you came over to him with a frown on your face. you weren't upset that he had to sit out of the race. but rather upset that he was upset. and when you collided into him and wrapped your arms around him tightly.

he simply held onto you a little tighter.

you ended up in the supply closet close to the williams garage. you ended up up against a wall of shelves with your skirt pushed up to expose the roundness of your ass.

"franco." you swallowed as you heard the unzip of his uniform. you couldn't see him, but you could only imagine the look on his face. you knew he was riled up, beyond upset at his weekend.

you believed he was a future champion, a hopefully for 2025. you knew he beat himself up a little more than more established drivers. he was still a small fish in a big pond. any dnfs could hinder a promise of a career.

"please." he said, "let me." his hand grazed the roundness of your ass before he took your panties and pulled them down to your ankles, "nothing more i need right now than you, my love." he then kissed the center of your clothed back.

you were in a williams t-shirt tucked into your skirt, not to mention the bracelet you made from plastic beads that spelled out his name. you looked like a real fan girl, and in fairness, you were franco's number one fan. (on top of being his girlfriend).

he admired your backside, as much as he would've loved to get you full undressed and admire your naked beauty. you two had to be quick. he could admire you when you got back to the hotel room.

"you're so beautiful." he admired as he ran a hand up the side of your thigh, "i want you so badly. i always want you." he shuddered with want as he sank his cock into you with heated affection. fucking with his driver's suit still on was a bit of a challenge as his fireproofs stuck to his skin as he got hotter.

you replied, "you always have me, franco." you quickly covered your mouth with your hand as to not be too loud. you didn't want the team to find your boyfriend's cock inside of you.

franco felt better when he started to move against you. with the thump of his chest as he battered his cock against your sweet core. he pressed his cheek up against your back as he moved your foot up against a lower shelf to get the best angle of your sticky sweet cunt. he panted heavily against your clothed back as he continued to rut against you.

"you'll win it next time, my love." you said with a bit of strain in your voice as he moved up against you. you felt a swirl of hear in your head as he moved up against you. you loved the feeling and the risk of being caught only added a rush to your system.

he kissed your back before he rested his cheek against your once more, he had you positioned in a way that allowed him to sink his cock into the deepest parts of you. he could feel your racing heartbeat against his back and it made his cock twitch. he needed you, he wanted you, every way he could have you. he was still wound up from the dnf, but being with you alleviated a bit of the emotional pain.

how could he upset when he had his lovely girlfriend's pussy to fuck?

you were trying to hold onto the shelves for some sort of leverage, you felt the hammering in your chest as the sounds of sex filled the small space. you felt heated, your hair stuck to places you didn't want it to. you covered your mouth once more to keep from being too loud. the waves of heat across your skin as the two of you fucked like rabbits in a supply closet.

you squeaked a little when you heard people walking by. their voiced muffled by the door, and you squeezed your eyes shut to keep yourself quiet. franco only fucked you harder, bouncing you up against his cock with a heated want. you felt the pleasure flood your brain and when the people on the other side of the door were further away, a stray moan left your lips.

franco groaned a little bit against your back, "when we get back to the hotel room." he whispered, "i want you screaming with how good i make you feel." and that only made you wetter.

you nodded and held onto the metal shelves a little tighter. you could feel something made of plastic dig into your skin. but there was little time to worry about that. franco decorated your neck with kisses, when his lips grazed the back of your neck you felt your nipples grow hard, they rubbed up against your bra which only fueled your pleasure.

while this wasn't the ideal place to fuck, it was something exciting. which only spurred you both on. franco's pace became brutal as he whispered in your ear, "all mine." he said, "you know that. no one else would let me take out all the anger out on them. all my frustration. that's why you're my number one. i love you more than anything." he wrapped his arms around your middle and bounced you onto his cock, "only you."

a few things clattered around on the shelves and you let out a moan, you almost made you lip bleed as you bit down on it as to not be painfully loud. even though there was more commotion outside, you didn't want to draw attention to your sexual escapade in the supply closet.

you prayed that no one needed an extra rag or a spare wrench while franco's cock was buried into you. at least your lover had the decency to lock the door. allowing a bit more privacy. regardless of it all, you felt the immense pleasure in your core. you felt the heat between you two.

your noises were muffled, and your breathing got heavier. franco's pace staggered and the two of you were rutting against one another with a frantic need for climax. you could find soft intimacy somewhere where curious eyes won't listen in.

his strong arms around you as he thrusted up into you made you feel protected. you felt the swim of pleasure in your core as the two of you continued to move against one another. it was a heated euphoria that soon found its climax.

you clamped a hand over your mouth once more and squeezed your eyes shut, your entire body tensed and you almost lost your balance as you came around his cock. franco could make out you saying his name which only encouraged him to keep fucking you.

his cock was slick with your wetness, sticky to the touch as it dripped down to the base of his cock. he knew the front of his driver's suit was a mess. he'd need to change before he got shoved in front of the press. with a few more heavy strokes he finished inside of you. his jaw tense as he tried to keep himself quiet from the gut punch of pleasure.

you rested further against the shelves and franco against your back. it wasn't long before he pulled out and tucked himself back into his suit. with your panties back on and your skirt straightened out. you turned to your lover and kissed him deeply on the lips.

"all better?" you asked softly.

he held you by the hips, his smiled bright as he said, "of course, you make everything better, my love." then kissed you once more. the frustration had melted off of his skin. he felt almost renewed, that the next race would be better.

you two kissed a little more before you both slinked out of the closet, thankful not to be caught. however franco would overhear later on about the smell in the supply closet. he grinned at the rim of his water bottle as he heard, "yeah, it smells like sex in that." <3

[lalunanymph]

𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐓 — i.rin

both of your lives take an unexpected turn

Rin's pretty sure he's never fucked up this badly before.

Besides the dried scabs on his knees, and a few litany of scars covering his arms from one too many dives on the verdant green fields, he's remained largely unscathed from any real harm (though emotionally, his history begs to differ).

Looking back at it, he supposes he should've manoeuvred this situation better—and that's what it is, he bitterly thinks—a fucking situation.

Too much champagne, not enough common sense; your bedroom eyes begging him to unravel the layers behind your double meaning, and two weeks later, he's staring at a text on his blurry screen telling him how your period was worryingly and undoubtedly late.

He steps down from the treadmill, grabs his water bottle and unscrews it with too much force. Chugging down the cold liquid, he remembers how you told him you were safe—that you could be trusted with this little... indiscretion.

One slip up and now he's done for life.

That's eighteen years of payments and court visits and in-laws breathing down his neck and Sae's disappointment and his entire football career shooting up in flames. He can already see the headlines.

Breaking news: Blue Lock's ace, Itoshi Rin, trades cleats for diapers.

Fuck. He's furious.

If he'd known how much you had fucked up, he wouldn't even take the risk. Wouldn't even bother going along with your lame attempts at flirting or wandering away from the club to sneak behind the back of his Range Rover with your lips glued to his.

He wouldn't have caved to Shidou's egging in the first place or tried to show off his prowess by giving into the other boys making fun of his sparse sex life.

Rin had proven their point by taking you home and now, he was reaping the consequences.

Scowling and seeing red, he furiously brings up your name, reads through your text at least four times.

I think I'm pregnant and you're the last man I was with. Please, call me when you have the time, Rin. It's an emergency.

He swears under his breath, slams his locker door shut. The dark-haired man should've never given you his number. He should've never even locked eyes with you across the smoky, crowded room from the very beginning.

A part of him, that sick, twisted part, wonders if he could get away with it: block your number, forget you ever existed and call for a restraining order if you decided to push him for a heftier child support bill.

After all, everything's fair in disputes and disloyalties.

But, he decides to see you; to pay you off and buy your silence before it gets out of hand.

Rin doesn't bother to shower, getting into his car and driving to your apartment still saved under his GPS app. He drives like a man possessed, slamming the brakes right in front of your decent condo and barking out your unit name to the poor, old guard.

He finds your place soon enough, retraces the steps he took on that drunken night with his surprisingly sharp memory to find himself right in front of your door. Ringing the door bell, it doesn't take long for his keen ears to catch your footsteps, every muscle in his body tensing when you slide the door open and he catches the first sight of your red-rimmed eyes.

"I'm not taking responsibility for it."

The harsh words tumble out of his mouth and right onto your unsuspecting threshold, stunning you into an awkward silence.

You look tired, dressed in a ratty old band t-shirt he remembers vaguely listening to in his teenage years and nothing else. Your hair is sticking out in odd ends and you're in a pair of socks a size too big, the bands sagging around your ankles.

Though you don't say a word, he knows you're reeling from his callous statement, lashes fluttering against your cheek as you blink, once—twice. Trying to chase off the tears smarting in the corners of your eyes.

He notices a gold bracelet around your wrist—Cartier, or some other shitty brand the rest of the guys were always clamouring to get for their side pieces. Rin crosses his arms, the compression black shirt he's wearing stretches tightly over his chest, and he hopes his heart isn't beating too fast to be seen past the flimsy material.

"Okay," you eventually croak, bobbing your head once in an clumsy nod. "Thank you for letting me know... I guess."

You make to close the door, but in a fit of rage, he stops you with a foot wedged between the door and its frame.

"Don't tell me you're planning to keep it?" You don't dare look into those stormy teal eyes, shaking your head.

"I don't know what to do with the baby yet, Rin. I'll keep you posted if I change my mind."

Something despairing drags its talons right into his chest, and he drops his arms, scrutinises you from head to toe.

"You're not financially stable enough to make that choice."

Deep hurt flashes behind your eyes, and it translates to an insurmountable anger exploding across your face, almost blinding him with your fury.

"And who are you to make that decision for me, huh?"

Nudging his foot off the frame, you mimic his stance, crossing your arms and shooting him a terrifying scowl. Rin almost feels the heat of your glare burning into his skin—almost.

"What if I wanted to keep it? You will have no say in what I do or do not do with this baby, Itoshi. So, I suggest you shut the fuck up."

His nostrils flare, and he leans forward, towering over you with his bigger and muscular build. "So, you're admitting it. You wanted to trap me. This was your plan all along, huh? What was in it for you? The child support money? The clout?"

Every piercing accusation results in one step forward until you have no choice but to unwittingly let him into your home. He backs you up to the wall, overpowering you with his intangible wrath, like he was about to make the game play that would ruin you for life.

"All you sluts are the same. Parading around in miniskirts, trying to shackle up with footballers because no real man would ever pay you a lick of attention—"

His head snaps to the side, the force of your slap ricocheting off the walls. You gasp, as if you hadn't meant to do it, palms flying right to your mouth.

"Rin—"

He lunges at you, trapping you with his bigger build, and you swear he's about to kill you with how those teal eyes are gouging right into your soul. But, he grips your cheeks, forcing you to look him square in the eyes...

... and devour your lips with a harsh kiss.

Your soft squeak is lost in the throes of his moan, hot and sticky hands sliding underneath your shirt to grip your naked hips, driving you right against his pelvis where you feel his insistence and need poking you on the thigh.

Rin stuffs his tongue down your throat, kneads your fleshy hips in his much, much bigger palms.

You can't resist him, not when you're already weak from the heartbreak and carrying a piece of him deep in your body.

"Rin," you whine, and he feverishly suckles more kisses and bites down your lower lip, your jaw, your chin.

"Fuck you," he hisses, reaching your pulse point and sloppily painting more biting kisses on the sensitive strip of skin. "You're such a fucking lukewarm problem."

He grasps your hips, hitches you up in his arms so you're forced to wrap your legs around his narrow waist.

"How could you do this to me?" he moans, ecstatic and in pain, the tips of his eyelashes prickling your cheek when he nibbles on your lobe. His hot breath sends ripples of pleasure down your spine, and you cry out when he slaps your ass with both hands. "Thought I could fuck you with no consequences... you're too damn sexy for your own good... had to put a fucking baby in you—fuck!"

He yelps when you tug on his hair, the pinch of pain going straight to his throbbing length.

"Go away," you gasp, pressing your palms flush to his broad chest and giving a good push. He loses his grip on you and you tumble right to the floor, landing on your ass.

"Ow—!"

You swear, rubbing your aching hip bone and scramble to stand with the last of your dignity intact. Still buzzing and thrumming with lust, Rin sweeps his glacial gaze over you, noting the hurt bleeding all over your sweet face; how you're close to tears and your lower lip is wobbling.

He can't keep his eyes off your bare thighs, or your nipples poking past the thin fabric of your old shirt.

Wrapping your arms around your torso, you back away from him, putting a good few feet between your cold body and his painfully aroused one.

"Get out of my home," you gasp, trying hard not to give into the flurry of tears desperately clogging the back of your throat. "Get out, Itoshi. You're fucking confusing me. I need you to leave."

The anger overshadows his urges, and he takes one step forward, only for you to flinch hard and take one hard step back, as if...

He comes to a stop, teal eyes wide and flashing.

As if you thought he was going to hurt you.

Rin senses what he must look like to you now—emotionally charged, spewing words of hate only to turn around and kiss you like he was a starved man...

You couldn't predict his next move.

Worst, you were afraid of him.

His shoulders droop, eyes falling to the ground. He senses more than notices that you're shaking, your instincts telling you to protect yourself from any perceived harm in your way... going as far to protect the child you were carrying from its unstable father with your arms wrapped around your torso.

Rin straightens, about to apologize when you're tugging his arm, pushing him out of your home.

"I-I'll deal with it myself," you promise in a thick voice. "I won't ask you for money or help. Just g-go, Rin. Please."

Despite weighing more in muscle than your entire frame, you succeed in pushing the famous footballer out of your home, slamming the door close right in front of his stunned face.

Rin doesn't even have time to compute what had just happened, staring at the chipped wood of the barrier right in front of him.

Despite the harsh exit you bestowed to him, he can't find the capacity to be understanding of your needs, arms folded, glare stuck on his handsome face.

I'm gonna get her back for this, he seethes. No matter how long it takes. I'll make you pay, Y/N.

Rin spends the rest of the week lingering outside your apartment when he has a spare moment after practice. He watches your back like a hawk, keeping his eyes steadfast on your belly. You had taken to wearing looser clothing, no more skin tight skirts and tank tops, but modest knee length skirts and flowy blouses.

He shadows your shadow in grocery stores, and observes in displeasure how you're struggling with the heavy bags. When you least expects it, he strides over to you, lifting the bundle you were holding with barely a grimace.

"Rin—!" you double back, unsure if you're seeing things.

Those icy teal eyes appraise you, and in his black windbreaker and windswept hair, he takes your breath away like he did all those weeks ago in the club.

"Get in. I'm driving."

"Were you following me?" you almost screech, glancing around as if you expect a swarm of cameras and someone to yell gotcha!

There was no way he would be here on his own choice.

It didn't make any sense, but he doesn't stop to say another word, marching towards your old sedan.

You hurry after him, tugging on his sleeve. "Hey! You can't just pop out of nowhere and boss me around!"

Rin pauses, stares you down the line of his nose. "I can. I just did. Now, are you going to continue putting the baby in danger or are you going to do as I say and get in the car?"

He's insane. You're fuming, wondering who exactly this asshole thought he was.

"I—"

"Don't argue with me. Not now. Let's just go home." Scrutinizing you from head to toe, he sets down the bags and shrugs off his jacket, slinging it around your shoulders without paying any attention to your protests.

"Put this on. Your blouse is too thin."

Without another word, he trudges back to the car, and you hesitantly follow after him.

Seeing Rin after what had happened all those days ago feels like the world's strongest whiplash; like you had stepped out from a rollercoaster only to be greeted by an entirely different reality.

He drives your car in a stony silence, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn't told you to fend for yourself after renouncing his responsibility for you and the baby.

Perturbed, you touch your stomach absentmindedly and he notices.

"Have you been eating enough?" he murmurs tersely.

You nod, unsure why you were conceding so easily to his questions. Perhaps, it was the novelty of having someone as gorgeous and willing as Rin to take care of you. You feel both elated and disgruntled; confused and brimming with happiness.

"Why're you here?" you finally ask, a tremble in your question.

Rin expertly navigates his way back to your apartment, and you're thrown off by how easily he recognizes where to park; how seamlessly he gets out and gestures for you to do the same.

The star striker doesn't answer your question, and you mutely trail behind him. Once the groceries were set on your table, you quickly unload them, an awkward 6'4 statue of a man standing in the middle of your living room watching your every move.

Only when you perch your knee on the counter to reach the highest cabinet to stow your cans of tomato soup did he move to action, grunting in displeasure and gently easing you back to the ground; taking over your task.

"Rin," you hiss, shooting him a glare.

Not one to back down, he returns your glare tenfold, an expression that quells any further protests. Rin quickly attends to your groceries, and then, much to your fury, settles himself on your couch.

"Um," you start, "Not to be an ass or anything, but aren't you going to leave?"

He shrugs. "Do you need me to leave?"

You open your mouth, close it. Feeling like he had got the better of you.

But, two can play at this game.

Approaching him, you trap him to the sofa with your hands clawed on the plush velvet, glaring down at him with every drop of anger and disgust you could muster.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Itoshi Rin?"

This close, you notice how long his lashes are—how they cast shadows over his perfect cheekbones. The tip of his nose is red from the cold, and the corners of his lips were slightly chapped.

"Listen here, Itoshi," you snarl, and he tilts his head up, calmly appraising your anger.

She's like a kitten, hissing and chomping at any sign of affection.

It's amusing that he almost reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from your face—almost.

"I don't know what's gotten into that stupid head of yours, but need I remind you that you were the one who told me you hated me and wanted nothing to do with me or the baby? Or, did you conveniently forget?"

Rin cocks a brow, unfazed by your accusations or your proxomity.

"I never did say I hated you."

Your eyes widen, taken off guard by his admittance. Rin uses this opportunity to strike, folding his larger hands around your waist and twisting you onto the couch so he was looming over you.

The navy cashmere sweater he's wearing rides up a bit, showing off a sliver of his pale waist. You flush, remembering the compromising position he once put you in those nights ago; how he's relieving it together with you now.

Those teal eyes... I never knew such a shade of icy blue could look like twin flames.

There's no sound in the room except for both of your heavy breathing.

Rin can't stop himself from his impulses this time, pushing back a loose lock from your forehead, his touch searing every inch of skin he inadvertently caresses.

You feel like your cheeks are on fire, but Rin doesn't even look fazed. That calm and collectedness he contains behind such a monster on the field plays with your mind, and you don't know how else to react but to turn your face away.

"I changed my mind," he simply says. "I want to be here for you."

"What about your career?" you finally muster up the courage to ask. "I can't sit around and wait for you to toss me aside again. I... I won't let you play with my emotions like that, Rin."

He doesn't apologize, and he never will. Itoshi Rin is infuriatingly stubborn that way.

We don't even know each other that well. He finds himself falling into your gaze, how they enraptured and trapped him all those nights ago. The taste of your lips and how soft they felt pressed against his own.

Fuck it. Fuck everything. I want this. I want her.

He wishes he could say all that. But, what comes out of his mouth is something else entirely.

"Shut up and stop whining," he mumbles, those teal eyes searing through every doubt you had.

"I won't leave you. I'm here for good."

©️ all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy, repost or claim as your own.

[unroxyfication]

Puts an ankle bracelet with a gps chip on you while you're sleeping. I'll take it off once I know you'll behave.

half measure. whats that even meant to do. so you can confirm im at the right postcode? icould be doing anything in there. pushes you over. please surveil me better next time

[namehere-ro]

I know I’m reading too much into it

but when phil fit and the eggs talking to bob and they commented about his haircut and make over Q!Phil is first to point out the ankle bracelet (gps) and telling him about it that he being located all the time and saying “srry I didn’t how to tell you that” , that reminded me to c!Philza when he was put under house arrest he was given kinda the same thing ankle monitor , I think it’s was the first thing he noticed other than ofc bob hair(lol)

[n4talia-chaparro]

question, will George and Harold be friends again after the betrayal? (Please tell me that they're friends)

Well, you see it may take time for Hutchins (Harold) to accept George because of his trust issues and what happened at that time (especially the lies that GP has told him ofc). Hutchins, being missing and hostage for so long in Gp's place, doesn't even know how to interact with another person because the man himself managed to separate them in a worse way after witnessing George and the others pushing him in the hallway and leaving him behind.

And had to have Hutchins hostage and raise him in his OWN WAY.

Yea, this means it's against the ORG to interact with someone who isn't part of the organization. Hutchins still has those ankle bracelets (or trackers) to prevent him from escaping or getting near the other students.

As for George....

He is aware of what he did and he regrets it but he doesn't know how to approach Hutchins despite all the shit he did.

It was Jessica's idea to betray Hutchins and it did convince George about it and it was BEFORE they decided to push him under the bus and leave fast to avoid encountering GP. But he doesn't know how to convince Hutchins to be friends again, he tried many ways by making comics, letters, or talking. EVEN MAKING A APOLOGY LETTER, but GP, being strict as FUCK, has to get rid of the letters and shiit because he doesn't wanna let him out.

Will they?

The answer: possibly (or eventually....) if George ever apologized or Hutchins gets set free for once from that org. After all the whole MISFARTS (well the group) betrayed him too so it may take time for them to reflect on what happened and have a civil conversation. Hutchins is still unstable to this day and he just needs space.

[neuropsyche]

Ex-prosecutor calls for James Comer and Jim Jordan to be investigated criminally - Raw Story

[meandmybigmouth]

Ankle monitors for pregnant women? Sure, Trump says, why not? In Margaret Atwood’s dystopian novel The Handmaid’s Tale, the state has taken total control of the reproductive capacity of women; now Donald Trump has endorsed a similar view for America, should he be re-elected this fall. When TIME reporter Eric Cortellessa asked Trump if he’d object to states monitoring the pregnancies of women across the country, the Republican candidate for president essentially said that it was fine with him. Multiple GOP-controlled states are already moving in that direction. Idaho has already passed a law outlawing women leaving the state to obtain an abortion, and in Texas this week we learned the ex-boyfriend of a woman in that state is suing her and her friends for helping her getting an abortion under Texas’ $10,000 bounty law. The technology already exists to continuously monitor the bloodstreams of women for hormonal changes — it’s used right now to monitor blood sugar levels — and it appears it’ll just be a matter of time before Red states will mandate that women are fitted with the devices as soon as a physician determines they’re pregnant. Add an ankle bracelet with a GPS tracker and the dream of many Republican, Catholic, and white evangelical men across the nation will soon become a reality.

[functionbydesign]

Arrested again in Part 36

(With apologies to cuffedstories deactivated 202211)

 

Two days had passed since the parole hearing. I was sitting by myself in the recreation area during free time when Scott turned up beside me.

“Hey inmate” he quipped.“I hear you’re finally getting out of this place. Where you going to stay?”

“For starters I think I might try one of the boarding houses downtown. When I get a bit more established I’ll look into finding an apartment”.

“you don't want to shack up with me?” Scott asked.

 “The parole Nazis insisted upon electronic monitoring” I replied. “I don’t think the parole officer would think it appropriate for me to be shacked up with a CO.  He would know where I was at all times”.

“That’s a pity” Scott answered. y“A boarding house would be a bit too public for what I have in mind. I guess we’ll have to try and find a quiet room in the jail after your teaching sessions. I’ll catch up with you later”.

Another CO soon approached me and advised that my parole officer was here to see me. He escorted me to an interview room where a mountain of a man was waiting.

“William, isn’t it?” the parole officer said as he got up to meet me. He was easily 6 foot 6, and broad across the shoulders. I shook his proffered hand, his firm grip leaving me in no doubt that messing with him was not a good idea.

“Yes Sir” I replied.

“My name is Mitch Evans. I will be handling your parole over the next year. You play ball with me during that time things will go smoothly. Step out of line and you’ll be back here before you know what’s hit you. Understood?”

“Yes Sir” I answered.

“You will be discharged tomorrow and delivered to special transit accommodation, where you may stay for a week until you find your own accommodation. Prior to your discharge you will be fitted with an electronic monitoring ankle bracelet. It will be your responsibility to ensure that it always remains charged, and should you believe it to be malfunctioning in any way, it is your responsibility to notify the monitoring center. Should a GPS signal fail to be constantly received you will, once located, be returned to this jail, no questions asked. Is that clear?”

“Perfectly Sir” I replied.

“I would also remind you of your curfew requirements – 6pm to 6am. If for any reason you can not meet these, you will contact me in advance. Failure to do so will land you back here” he continued. “Should I turn up at your place of residence at any time you are provide me full access, and submit to any breathalyzer or drug tests I ask you to undertake. You will be allowed use of one mobile phone,  which is to be unlocked and presented to me for inspection on request. As detailed by the panel you are not to approach in any way any member of the Allen family, nor fraternize with any former inmate of any prison within the State. You are also not to enter any establishment where alcohol is served. You are to travel to and from work, or any place  for purchase of necessities by the shortest practical route. Understood?”

“Yes Sir” I answered.

“Here are my contact details” he said, offering me his business card.  “I hope we can have a mutually co-operative relationship”

“Yes Sir” I mutely replied.

“Any questions?” he asked.

“No Sir” I replied. I had done parole before, so I knew it involved doing exactly what you were instructed to do by your parole officer. From my past experience provided you co-operated parole officers loosened up a bit. But initially they were total Nazis.

“I will check on you in the transit accommodation. See you then” he stated. With that the CO escorted me back to the cell block.

I then got summoned to the Warden’s office. We made arrangements that I would continue my teaching role next week. I was given a staff identity card and instructions on how to enter the jail as a staff member. Judging by the security checks, it wasn’t much removed from being an inmate.

At dinner that night I said farewell to several inmates I had got to know over the years. It wasn’t a total farewell as I would still be teaching some of hi them next week.

The following morning Scott arrived at my cell. “Time to leave civilian” he joked. He escorted me to the discharge area. I signed the discharge paperwork, acknowledging all the parole conditions. After that I went to the property department where I was given the clothes I had been arrested in 6 years ago. They fitted loosely – I had clearly lost weight in the intervening years. They felt strange. I had worn little but prison uniforms for the past 6 years, but it was liberating to now be wearing civilian clothing again. My mobile phone and other items were also returned. I was advised my parents had sold my car when I was convicted, and the funds had been deposited into a trust account at a local bank. The jail also provided me a check for the balance of my inmate account – largely Scott’s money.

Then came the hard part. A representative from a company supplying ankle bracelets appeared. The guy was devoid of personality, and methodically pulled the item out of its box snapped it open, then equally quickly snapped it closed around my left ankle. He turned a key in it, which locked it on. He presented me with a charger and explained how to use it, and advised how any attempt to remove it would trigger an alarm at the monitoring center. He also provided me with contact details to report any malfunctions. Then came a bill for $50 for the first month’s hire. I hadn’t  expected that I would have to pay to have the contraption locked on my ankle. I was frankly glad to see him depart once he had finished.

In due course I was escorted to the prison entrance. Scott had his cruiser out the front, and drove me to the transit accommodation. “I suppose we’ll see you next week for your next teaching lesson” he said as he dropped me off.

“Sure thing” I replied. “And I’ll arrange to transfer the inmate account balance to your bank account“.

“Thanks. See you Monday” he responded.

I walked into the transit accommodation, where a knarled old man stood behind front desk. “I expect that you might be William Beck?” he queried.

“Indeed I might” I replied.

“Room 24, to the right” he said, handing me a set of keys.”Make sure you’re out by this time next week” he added.

The room was fairly basic. It had a single bed and a small table. A second room in one corner had a toilet, washbasin and shower. Attached to the wall was a small television, however slightly larger than the one I’d purchased in State Prisons that I had with me.

A sound I hadn’t heard in years suddenly perforated the silence. It was my mobile phone ringing. The staff at County had kindly charged it, and arranged for some minutes on it. I pressed the “Accept call” button.

“Hi Dad” I answered, then listened to his reply. “Sure thing. Would love to do lunch. Just not anywhere that serves alcohol.”

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Bail Conditions for Specific Offenses: What to Expect?

When you or a loved one has just been arrested, the immediate question on your mind would be, “What happens next?” Among the many concerns that swing in a defendant’s mind, the concerns associated with bail tops the list. Especially when the bail is granted, what would be the conditions? Yes, when you cannot afford bail, bail bond services in Charlotte, NC,can help you avoid financial constraints.

Minor Offenses

Minor offenses constitute offenses, such as misdemeanors, and the bail conditions are generally lenient. Courts often consider these offenses to pose a lower risk to public safety and a minimal flight risk, and the conditions of bail for these offenses include:

Personal Recognizance: The defendant is released based on their promise to appear in court, without the need for monetary bail.

Minimal Supervision: Periodic check-ins with a bail officer.

Travel Restrictions: Limitations on travel outside the jurisdiction

The bail conditions for these offenses are specified to ensure court attendance without imposing any undue hardship on the defendant.

Moderate Offenses

These include offenses like drug-related offenses and domestic violence. Bail conditions for drug-related offenses vary widely depending on the nature of the drug, the quantity involved, and whether the offense is a first-time or repeat occurrence. Typical conditions include:

Monetary Bail: Setting a bail amount to be posted as a financial guarantee.

Drug Testing: Regular drug testing to ensure the defendant is not using illegal substances.

Treatment Programs: Mandatory enrollment in a substance abuse treatment program.

Curfew: Restrictions on movement during certain hours.

For domestic violence, the bail conditions are often stringent due to the potential risk to the victim. These include:

No-Contact Orders: Prohibition of any contact with the victim.

Restraining Orders: Legal orders to stay away from the victim’s residence and place of work.

Electronic Monitoring: Use of GPS ankle bracelets to track the defendant’s movements.

Surrender of Firearms: Requirement to surrender any firearms the defendant may own.

The conditions in drug offenses are to ensure the defendant’s appearance in court while preventing further drug use. Whereas the measures in domestic violence bail are to ensure the safety of the victim while balancing the defendant’s right to bail.

Serious Offenses

For high-risk offenses such as violent crimes, the bail conditions are extremely stringent, and financial crimes, such as fraud or embezzlement, also come under serious offenses. The conditions of the bail can include:

High monetary bail

House arrest

Regular reporting

Prohibition of alcohol and drugs

Asset freezes

Travel restrictions and more

Conclusion

The criminal justice system balances the presumption of innocence with the need to ensure the defendants appear in court and don’t become a risk to society. Bail conditions are specified to be tailored to reflect this balance, taking into account the specifics of the alleged offense, the defendant’s criminal history, and other pertinent factors. If you are granted bail, it’s a huge deal. Don’t miss this opportunity, and instead consult professional bail bond agents in Charlotte, NC,for financial assistance for a 5-10% premium of the entire bail amount.

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Life Beyond Incarceration: Navigating Probation and Parole

In the complex web of the criminal justice system, the concepts of probation and parole are pivotal for reintegrating offenders back into society, yet they are often misunderstood. This article delves into the intricacies of probation and parole, highlighting their roles, differences, and challenges. It aims to provide a clearer understanding of these mechanisms as they operate beyond the confines of prison bars.

Defining Probation and Parole

Probation and parole are both alternatives to incarceration but serve at different stages of the criminal justice process. Probation is a court-ordered period of supervision in the community, given instead of a prison sentence or following a short jail term. It often comes with conditions that restrict the offender's behavior in the interest of public safety and rehabilitation. Parole, on the other hand, is granted after the offender has served part of their prison sentence, based on factors like good behavior, the nature of the offense, and the perceived likelihood of reintegrating into society.

Purpose and Goals

The primary goal of both probation and parole is to rehabilitate offenders and prevent future crimes, thus reducing the overall crime rate and easing the burden on overpopulated prison systems. They are vital for helping individuals rebuild their lives, providing them with support structures that were perhaps absent prior to their incarceration.

Conditions and Supervision

Those on probation or parole are required to comply with specific conditions, failing which they may be sent back to prison. Standard stipulations include meeting regularly with a probation officer, maintaining employment, residing at an approved location, not associating with other criminals, and abstaining from illegal substances. Some may be required to undergo regular drug testing, attend counseling, or participate in community service. The strictness of these conditions often depends on the original crime and the individual’s past criminal history.

Differences Between Probation and Parole

While both terms often appear interchangeably, significant differences exist:

Probation is part of the initial sentencing, avoiding prison altogether or reducing the time spent in jail. It's decided by a judge at sentencing.

Parole is granted after one has served time, with decisions made by a parole board that assesses the inmate’s behavior and rehabilitation progress while incarcerated.

The Role of Probation and Parole Officers

Probation and parole officers play a critical role in this system. They supervise offenders in the community, help them access rehabilitation services, and ensure they adhere to the conditions of their release. The officers are part enforcement and part counselor, often providing the first line of support in helping reintegrate individuals into society.

Challenges Faced by Offenders

Reentry into society can be daunting for individuals on probation or parole. They often encounter difficulties such as finding employment, securing housing, and rebuilding relationships with family and friends. The stigma of a criminal record adds significant barriers, sometimes leading to social isolation and economic instability, which can increase the risk of recidivism.

Technological Advances in Monitoring

Technological advancements have introduced new methods of monitoring and supporting offenders on probation and parole. Electronic monitoring, GPS ankle bracelets, and mobile apps help keep track of the individual's movements and activities, ensuring they comply with geographic restrictions and curfews.

The Impact of Probation and Parole on Society

Probation and parole systems significantly impact society by allowing offenders to serve time outside of prison cells, thereby reducing the cost burden on the state and mitigating the social consequences of mass incarceration. However, for these systems to be effective, they must be part of a broader strategy that includes education, vocational training, and mental health support.

The Future of Probation and Parole

As society evolves, so too does the approach to probation and parole. There is a growing recognition of the need for more humane and effective methods of criminal rehabilitation that support rather than punish. Future reforms may include more personalized rehabilitation programs, increased support services, and policies aimed at reducing the stigma that follows former offenders.

Probation and parole are essential yet complex parts of the criminal justice system, providing critical pathways back into society for those who have served their time. Understanding these concepts is essential to fostering more effective rehabilitation and integration strategies, as well as reducing recidivism and helping individuals lead productive lives post-incarceration. As we continue to navigate these mechanisms, it is vital to balance enforcement with empathy, ensuring that justice serves not just as punishment but as a platform for genuine change.

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How do electronic monitoring devices for prisoners balance security with human rights?

Electronic monitoring devices for prisoners and offenders are a testament to the evolving landscape of criminal justice, aiming to strike a balance between ensuring public safety and upholding the human rights of those being monitored. These devices, which track the movements and activities of individuals under house arrest or probation, are designed with the dual purpose of preventing recidivism and facilitating rehabilitation in a manner that respects individual freedoms and dignity.

The core of balancing security with human rights lies in the use of technology that is both effective in monitoring and minimally intrusive. GPS ankle bracelets, for example, allow for real-time location tracking, enabling authorities to ensure that individuals comply with their movement restrictions without necessitating physical confinement. This approach not only reduces the strain on prison systems but also allows individuals to maintain employment, family connections, and access to rehabilitative services, crucial factors in reducing the likelihood of reoffending.

Moreover, modern electronic monitoring systems incorporate features designed to respect privacy and dignity. Data encryption and strict access controls ensure that sensitive information is only available to authorized personnel. Additionally, the design of the devices themselves focuses on being discreet and comfortable to wear, minimizing the stigma associated with their use.

Transparency in the use of electronic monitoring and clear communication with the monitored individuals about their rights and obligations also play a critical role in upholding human rights. It's essential that those under monitoring understand the extent of the surveillance, the reasons behind it, and their rights to appeal or question the monitoring conditions.

Laipac is at the forefront of developing electronic monitoring solutions that carefully consider the balance between security needs and human rights. Our devices are designed with the highest standards of ethics and compliance in mind, ensuring that monitoring is both effective and respectful. To learn more about our commitment to advancing electronic monitoring technology in a humane and responsible manner, visit Laipac's Electronic Monitoring for House Arrest.