January 1997: I remember it like it was yesterday. My publicist had recently restricted me from going to strip clubs, for fear of my attained fame drawing too much attention. I had been a married man for 11 years. I was worth millions of dollars that could ruin my name if I spent it all on high-priced hookers and cocaine. I needed other outlets; my accent and fame had always allowed me to have my way with women, even if I just wanted to caress them.
It was two months after I finished shooting "Batman & Robin", which was to be released that following June. So, that means it had been a whole two months since I was able to put my hands on the random movie extras and young actress’ with not nearly enough experience to know better. I was bottled up!
I found myself in my mansion, making eyes at the housekeeper in ways I never had before. My wife was at the grocery store, and the kids were away (I don’t remember where). But, as my housekeeper Mildred was in between her daily duties, I came up behind her and kissed her neck, like I had always done to let women know they had caught my eye.
