Jill met Gary one night in late 1980 at a country-western dance hall near Seattle’s airport. She was 18; he was 29. At least that’s what he told her. She didn’t feel a creepy vibe or anything, and the two saw each other here and there for several weeks. They danced, he bought her drinks, but he never tried to sneak a feel or a kiss.
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One night, Gary gave Jill a ride home in his old pickup truck, and although her two roommates were usually home in the evenings, on this night her apartment was empty.