Make no mistake -- Christine Hubbs is a sex offender. She pled guilty to four felonies -- Unlawful Sexual Intercourse, Lewd Upon a Child (2 counts), Oral Copulation Person Under 16. She will have to register as a sex offender for life when she gets out of state prison -- that should be two years or so, and she'll probably have conditions for her parole that will limit her access to kids.
That said, she is technically not a pedophile. Pedophilia is a psychiatric disorder characterized by sexual interest in prepubescent children, usually age 13 or younger. Dr. Eric Woodard from SF General's Psychiatric Emergency Services explains Hubbs is an ephebophile, someone who has a sexual preference for mid-to-late adolescents, usually above fourteen.
The thousands of texts Hubbs sent her 14 year-old victims were an important factor in her taking the plea bargain. They were strong evidence. Many of them are incredibly graphic, triple x-rated. Here's a sampling of some of the tamer ones provided by Livermore Police:
Christine: "I love you so much, I wish I was in your room last night under your covers all warm and sexy, good night my sweetheart who has entirely too much love for me. I love you forever, I'm helpless, I love you."
Christine: "Hi you hunky boy, have a great day. By the way, you're fabulous. I loved being with you on Saturtday, we need to experiment with more positions."
Christine: "You are mine, mine, mine so tell all the other girls to fuck off. I miss your touch."
Christine: "My daughter just saw you making out with some dark-haired girl. I'm happy for you, so it's finally over. We can both move on. I'm driving over to the sprint store now to stop the phone. You can just go back to your brothers number through your grandfather. I'll go to the tennis club today, too. Bye."
Christine: "I know that you didn't want me. Just say it, you (expletive) I want you to move on. (expletive)"
Boy: "What are you freaking out about? I been working out at the gym since 8:30. I get these messages from you. I wasn't making out with anyone"
Christine: "Just be a man for once. Its fine. I want you to be a little boy, so go ahead, I want you to move on. I don't want to think about you anymore. Move on. I know you don't love me."
Boy: "I do love you, you're just crazy and you hate me. And I didn't make out with anyone last night. I told you not to go so you didn't get harassed by all the teenage boys."
Christine: "You can still have the phone. You don't need the tennis club. Go with your little slutty girlfriends and don't talk to me again. So, is my daughter lying? Boy: Stop. I love you. I don't know why you're doing this to me. Someone's lying."
Christine: "Whatever. I love you so much, but I want you to be a baby boy. You're not mature enough for me to deal with."
Boy: "Wait a minute. I love you. Please, if you weren't married, this woudn't be so damn hard."
Christine: "I love you. I really do love you. and I won't do anything."
Christine: "I love you, if you want it, come get it. I love you with all my heart, I want to kiss you, I want to look into your eyes. I want you to hold me tenderly. I want to kiss your neck. I love you, I miss you, you little stud muffin."
Boy: "Thank you baby, you're fabulous. Smooches forever. I love you. I'll tell you last night I had one really fast, I get turned on when you're mad at me."
Christine: "You're sexy, so sexy, I love it, I'm getting turned on right now."
Christine: "I'm still coming to your game today, I really love you, I do, no I do, really. I will forever no matter what, good luck, I'll be cheering for you."
Christine: "What's your problem? Why don't you text me, you freak? Where are you? You didn't text me all day, that's rude. I love you, I wish you'd text me, damn it. I know you're at football right now, but you didn't text me all day. You used to and you didn't text me all day."