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If there was anything that convinced me that these stories were real early on, it was the interview with Elizabeth Ward Gracen in the Toronto Sun Times. A number of the details such as biting the victim's lips were so similar it was stunning. Gracen claims to have been involved in a one night stand, while friends of hers claim she was in hysterics at he time and had clearly been raped. She started getting good acting parts at about that time...

The Toronto Times interview has totally disappeared from the internet for whatever reason. Nonetheless, I saved it. Here it is:

EX-LOVER TELLS OF HER FEAR OF CLINTON

Toronto Sun via Grabbe
September 17, 1998

"people were being staked out"

To millions, Elizabeth Gracen will forever be linked to the
fall of a powerful man.

"He died in my arms," she says, speaking, of course, of her
role in the 1990 TV movie, The Death Of The Incredible
Hulk.

You were thinking of someone else? Then-Arkansas Governor,
now pig-boy U.S. President Bill Clinton, perhaps, with whom
Gracen had a one-time sexual encounter?

Fifteen years ago. Everyone who hasn't fooled with a loser
or three, step forward. Now get over it.

Gracen is starting to.

Living here helps. Her syndicated series Highlander: The
Raven, premiering on VR Wednesday and inducting her into
TV's Buffy-Xena kick-ass heroine club, shoots half its
episodes here, half in Paris. None in Washington.

Clinton's unfolding free-fall and waning power bring her
new peace of mind.

Remember that this is a woman who wanted nothing to do with
him ever again, wanted nothing from him now or then. She
rebuffed the tabloids' dirty money and went public this
spring only when she says she had to correct a lie, a
former friend's deposition in the Paula Jones case that
claimed Clinton had forced himself on Gracen. She found
herself a piece of what she calls "this horrible chess
game."

Speaking at the gracious Annex mansion she shares with her
boyfriend, New York-born investment banker Pat Augustus,
and her doted-on Great Dane, Bronte, Gracen expresses
relief.

"I think Clinton is a very dangerous, manipulative man and
I've had to be very careful," she says.

"There was a lot of pressure on my family and friends,
people were being staked out. I was a little bit afraid for
my own safety at one point. It's just not an area where
you're safe."

She pauses, then says, "I would never have said what I just
told you a month ago."

This month, karma has caught Clinton by the tail and life
is looking up.

On Highlander, life lasts forever. Gracen plays Amanda, an
immortal thief finally learning from 1,200 years of
experience. She takes pleasure in the character's fearless
persona, "because that's the way I see women if they ever
owned the power that they have, and truly listened to their
own voices."

As well as a good job and relative sanctuary from the
ruckus in Washington, Highlander has offered her the gift
of friendship, something she was hungry for. She's pals
with co-star Patricia Gage and the heavily-female crew.
They hang out, call each other The Chinchilla Social Club.

"It's something that I needed so badly. I lost so many
friends this year in terms of betrayal," says Gracen.
"These women have been such a resting place for me. We sit
in the trailer and just gossip and laugh our heads off and
talk about important things and just really bond."

Before decamping for Paris, she's hoping the London film
festival will screen her first effort as a director, The
Damn Deal, a moving, entertaining documentary about three
female impersonators. In her film, the men metamorphose
into their stage selves, finishing up looking for all the
world like prototypical Clinton girls -- big-haired,
lipsticked pageant queens.

Gracen roars with laughter at the thought.

"He'll be after them," she says. "No one's safe."

Toronto Sun, September 17, 1998