“And she just had that one little drinky-winky of beer.”
One beer and what else? No one remembers the early Eighties? How many ludes?
You're probably right, and, in spite of the woozily impaired state she was in, she said she remembered the guy she encountered there very well, and the FBI sketch artist drew this sketch from the detailed description she provided of the touchy-feely guy with roving hands who approached her at that house:
