When we were living in Hollywood, Jan and Riley were walking down Vine Street one day when a man came out of the shadows and followed them. He began stroking Jan’s long brown hair. She bashed him with her purse and yelled “pervert!” “You didn’t have to hit me,” the pervert said over his shoulder as he ran off. Riley turned on Jan, he stood in the street, bellowing that she was going to get him in a fight. “He’ll do anything to stay out of trouble,” she said. Jan told me that

A man broke away from the group and came up close to me. He was tall, lanky, and his broad smile showed broken, yellow front teeth.