A 21 year old sleazebag was sending explicit text messages and pictures to a 12 year old Amish girl.
As sick as this is, I can't help but laugh at the end of this story... 'Police took Yoder into custody and contacted his parents so they could retrieve the horse and buggy, which Yoder secured behind the restaurant.'
Having grown up and lived among the largest Amish community in the world, Holmes and Wayne Counties in Ohio, it doesn't surprise me in the least. They are more like the "English" world than the "English" world knows, especially before they officially join the church. I remember as a child hanging around by the liquor store in downtown Wooster on Saturdays fifty years ago. They would buggy into town, tie up by the blacksmith (yes blacksmith) and go into the store and come out with a flask or two. Dealing with them as an adult, I was surprised by what would best be called a rather bawdy sense of humor.
While I understand your FPS skepticism, that game was so much more than an FPS. To give it a wrestling analogy, it was like Austin/Angle, but with the buildup of Flair/UT. Hell, it was Savage/Steamboat with the markout value of Hogan/Warrior.