Jenny Jones: My
Story
Pages 19/20
(Jenny Jones talking about attending a
wrestling event with her father) I hated going to the wrestling
matches, and one night I balked. I twisted in my seat. I whined.
I sulked. Not a word was said on the way home, but I knew I was
in serious trouble. We went into the house, and I was instructed
to lie down on the floor in the middle of the living room.
Mother and Liz (sister) watched in
silence as father paced around me in a circle, around and around.
He talked to himself in Polish, contemplating my punishment. I
watched his feet circle me again and again, not knowing what was
going to happen to me for embarrassing him. Finally he took off
his belt and started hitting me. I don`t remember the actual
blows; Liz is the one who remembers that part. For me the more
fearful and humiliating time was the waiting. The belt was almost
a relief.