Kresge knew Fred's wife. He remembered how she had once belittled Fred in front of Harry and one of Fred's other friends. I picked him up and made him into something. She was too cunning not to catch on. And when she did, she would take him to the proverbial cleaners.
Men think with their dicks.
Anything else would have been superfluous. It's so different with my little cellist. We rent a motel room and I howl like a dog. In two hours I'm ready to go again. I feel so free.