Until one balmy afternoon last April, Robert Snead Williams Jr., a 46-year-old widower, led an inconspicuous life in Washington, D.C. He had a good job with a woodworking company, was a trustee of All Souls' Unitarian Church.
Then, as he was driving home from work, a traffic cop arrested him, hauled him to the station. At first, the cops told Williams that there was something wrong with his automobile registration. "Then," said Williams, "I looked over my shoulder and a girl was standing there, looking me up and down." Finally, a police sergeant...
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