“Hey Mr. Pravity,” I said, pausing on all fours, Chuck still on my back. “What fun!” he said, “But Chuck, you’re doing it wrong.”I was surprised that Mr. Pravity knew how to play bucking broncos since I had made it up. We sat on the floor in my bedroom telling funny stories when someone mentioned Mr. Pravity. One by one, all eight of us shared our Mr. Pravity story — we had all been sexually harassed or molested by him. At the sentencing, the judge asked those affected by Mr. Pravity directly or indirectly to stand.