Lulu and I had been invited to a party at Edgar Kaiser's home – actually, more like a country club with a full orchestra and many people we didn't know.
I'd been dancing; and when the music stopped, I looked for Lulu. I found her with a group of total strangers. When I approached, a nice fellow introduced himself and asked if I knew Mrs. Jackson. "Yes," I said. "In fact, we've had intercourse."