World: Autoeroticism

It was a crime of passion, argued the defense. Paul Wacker, 43, a burly Frankfurt garage owner, had wheeled up to a curbside stand one hot summer evening for a glass of chilled Apfelsaft (apple juice). He left his newly acquired sweetheart at the roadside, but kept an admiring eye on her sleek curves while he sipped. Next to Wacker stood Josef Beinert, 35, a balding, bull-necked gas-station attendant, who soon made it clear that he had nothing but contempt for Wacker's beloved. Words led to shoves, shoves to disaster: Wacker whipped out a...