Foley: "I am not a sicko"
The Washington Post got ahold of some of the Mark Foley instant messages to Congressional pages out there that haven't been dumped by ABC News (which is obviously planning a TV special to unveil the entire story told by the correspondence).
The story is interesting. First it indicates that Foley had physical contact with at least one of the pages. Here's highlights from the article: -------------------- There is no clear evidence that Foley and the boys had sexual contact. But they frequently talked about getting together.
At one point Foley wrote: "i miss you lots since san diego."
"ya i cant wait till
dc," the former page replied. "did you pick a night for the dinner"?
"not yet," Foley said, "but likely friday."
In another sequence, Foley suggested that a page meet him at his house a few blocks from the Capitol.
"I could give you a massage here . . . just a block and a half," he wrote. Later in the online conversation, Foley asked, "so you do see us palyin around"?
"sure," the page responded. "weve gone over this before . . . havent we"? "i excuse your memory when you are drinking [bold added by Pulp] . . . cause i dont remember much when i drink," the page continues.
Foley then wrote: "I wish i would have jumped you after dinner in san diego, but I was good."
In another particularly lurid conversation, Foley and the teenager engaged in graphic Internet sex, with the boy apparently masturbating as time was running out on a vote the lawmaker had to cast on the House floor. ... Often implicit in the chats is an exchange of professional advancement in exchange for sex that plays on the allure of power that Foley used to entice one of the teenagers. Foley at one point promised to help him become the "stylish elite type" person the teenager said he wanted to be.
"We will make you successful," Foley promised, "as long as you don't mind me grabbing your [deleted] once in a while."
Such conversations occurred under the noses of parents who clearly took interest in their children but knew little about their online life.
"sorry my mom walked in," a page wrote after an interruption.
"whta did she want"? Foley asked.
"to spend time with me . . . she just came in and sat down . . . apparently she doesnt see enough of me or something," he replied.
"thats a good mom," Foley said. ... He fished for compliments on his looks, flattered them on theirs, frequently brought up the subject of sex, encouraged their attractions and frowned on girlfriends. He was impervious to the misgivings of his online chat mates.
"so . . . where does that leave us"? Foley asked once, after he seemed to encourage a sexual encounter, to no avail.
"i dunno . . . same as we are now," the boy replied, ". . . just saying that im not sure what im totaly comfortable with . . . we will still have fun."
Moreover, Foley appeared aware that he was behaving badly, chastising himself but unable to stop. It was that behavior that his former chief of staff, Kirk Fordham, seemed to allude to when he said yesterday that he turned to the most senior House leadership officials to intervene when his own efforts to stop Foley's actions had failed.
"to be honest I am a little to interested in you," Foley said to one page, "so thats why I need to back off a little."
"ya slow things down a little im still young . . . like under 18 dont want to do anything illegal," the teenager cautioned.
"nothing will happen . . . just dreaming," Foley assured him. "i was good in SD."
"I am not a sicko," he concluded.
There is also a reference to Foley's drinking, But at times, Foley seemed to be "nothing will happen . . . just dreaming," Foley assured him. "i was good in SD."
"I am not a sicko," he concluded.
No. Of course not.
As the pornographic discussion concluded, the youth said, "ya go vote . . . i dont want to keep you from doing your job."
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