Kristin Anderson was deep in conversation with acquaintances at a crowded Manhattan nightspot and did not notice the figure to her right on a red velvet couch — until, she recalls, his fingers slid under her miniskirt, moved up her inner thigh, and touched her vagina through her underwear.
“It wasn’t a sexual come-on. I don’t know why he did it. It was like just to prove that he could do it." - Washington Post