"It's just bruised. I pulled the kick," I said. "It's time for a chat. I'll ask some questions. You answer them. If you don't, I'll hurt you some more... Okay?" Fuck you!" Butch huffed.I said, "I'm naïve, but not so naïve that I can't recognize a setup, especially one as blatant as this one. Someone either paid you or made some kind of deal like a get-of-jail-free card to teach me a lesson. Question number one: who paid you or made a deal with you to hurt me?"Neither said anything.I stood up and. Girls came at me like crazy, and I was smart enough to detect a few glances from the guys as well, 'specially in the locker room. Pussy was easy---I got my first piece last year, at 13. Started jackin my dick at 12—dad taught me several 'techniques' , but more on that later. So---PONY, if ur not a sports nut, is an acronym for Protect Our Neighborhood Youth. It was organized in 1951 at Washington, PA. Probably mostly Italians at that time period. It served as a transition league from tykes, or. He gives me the standard, "license and registration" crap and I immediately comply. I look at his badge and it says, HARLTON, Joshua. Have you been drinking, sir? he asks. Well, I said, I just had a glass of wine at the Kro-bar, but I'm not drunk. I see a smirkish smile on his face. The Kro-bar? he asks. Yeah, I said. Well sir, if you've been drinking, I'm going to have to ask you to get out of the car. Damn!, I think to myself. But I guess he would have figured it out... even if I had. I told her that Connie and I had been master and mistress for the past four years and that he was not a cruel lover and that he had been very generous to me and to my son. I urged her to cooperate. I felt I had no choice at the time and I didn't know anything about you or how you might react to those pictures. I hoped that Polly would be able to keep you unaware of her actions.Conrad informed Polly then that he would increase her weekly sum from the original $150 to $500. He also said that if.