Mom Sentenced For Prostituting Daughters

 

POSTED: 1:10 pm EST November 10, 2004

UPDATED: 7:31 am EST November 11, 2004

 

A 34-year-old woman convicted of prostituting her two teenage daughters was sentenced to three years in state prison Wednesday, according to WKMG-TV in Orlando.

 

 

 

Authorities said Carrie Espergen sold her daughters for sex to help pay family bills, according to the report.

 

She pleaded no contest Sept. 28 to felony charges of procuring a minor for prostitution and child abuse and was sentenced on the charges Wednesday, said Linda Pruitt, a spokeswoman for the State Attorney's Office.

 

Espergen will spend three years behind bars and another six years on probation for the crime.

 

Sheriff's investigators said the woman used threats of violence and the loss of things the girls liked to force them to have sex with men for money.

 

The girls told investigators they were taken to homes in DeLand and Crescent City to have sex with men, workers in the area's floral fern industry, for $50 to $65 for each session.

 

The woman's daughters are in Department of Children and Families custody.

 

Espergen is not allowed to contact her daughters, according to the report

Only 3 years? That's abominable.

Only 3 years?  That's abominable.

She'll be out in less than that. Likely to get custody of the kids back, also. :headshake

Only 3 years?  That's abominable.

No kidding :fyou

She'll be out in less than that. Likely to get custody of the kids back, also.  :headshake

Being they are teenagers, they should have some say in where they live. Hopefully anyway....

I wonder if she received more time for being a pimp or being an unfit mother? :headshake

 

Well, maybe in prison she'll have an opportunity to continue her career as a worker . . .

She could have blamed Reba McEntire:

 

I remember it all very well lookin' back

It was the summer I turned eighteen

We lived in a one room, rundown shack

On the outskirts of New Orleans

We didn't have money for food or rent

To say the least we were hard pressed

Then Mama spent every last penny we had

To buy me a dancin' dress

 

Mama washed and combed and curled my hair

And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satin

dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip

It was red velvet trim and it fit me good

Standin' back from the lookin' glass

There stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood

 

She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

 

Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck

And she kissed my cheek

Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes

When she started to speak

She looked at a pitiful shack

And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath

She said your Pa's run off and I'm real sick

And the baby's gonna starve to death

 

She handed me a heart shaped locket that said

"To thine own self be true"

And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across

The tow of my high heel shoe

It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'

Askin' Mama what do I do

She said just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy

And they'll be nice to you

She could have blamed Reba McEntire:

 

I remember it all very well lookin' back

It was the summer I turned eighteen

We lived in a one room, rundown shack

On the outskirts of New Orleans

We didn't have money for food or rent

To say the least we were hard pressed

Then Mama spent every last penny we had

To buy me a dancin' dress

 

Mama washed and combed and curled my hair

And she painted my eyes and lips then I stepped into a satin

dancin' dress that had a split on the side clean up to my hip

It was red velvet trim and it fit me good

Standin' back from the lookin' glass

There stood a woman where a half gown kid had stood

 

She said here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

Here's your one chance Fancy don't let me down

 

Mama dabbed a little bit of perfume on my neck

And she kissed my cheek

Then I saw the tears wellin' up in her troubled eyes

When she started to speak

She looked at a pitiful shack

And then she looked at me and took a ragged breath

She said your Pa's run off and I'm real sick

And the baby's gonna starve to death

 

She handed me a heart shaped locket that said

"To thine own self be true"

And I shivered as I watched a roach crawl across

The tow of my high heel shoe

It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'

Askin' Mama what do I do

She said just be nice to the gentlemen Fancy

And they'll be nice to you

Welcome to the "I'm going to Hell Club" for ST posts