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I first heard about Andrea Constance allegations against Bill Cosby when I was standing in my kitchen,

ready to go for the start of my day.

That's Tamara Green. She's 58 and living in a beach house in Ventura, California with a stunning view of the Pacific when she first hears the news about Cosby. It's January 2005. I heard a news flash that said that Bill Cosby had been accused of drugging and sexually assaulting a woman in Pennsylvania.

And I thought, really, at his age, he's still doing that?

I recognized the MO because the same thing happened to me.

Tomorrow's been a trial lawyer for the past 20 years.

In 1967, she had just moved to L.A. from Texas.

After making the long-haul drive and her yellow Chevy nomad,

she was eating at a diner on Sunset Boulevard called Tiny Nailers. A guy walked up to me and said, can I be your agent? We're shooting Coca-Cola commercial tomorrow in Malibu. Can you be there? And I said, where's Malibu? And he said, just stay on sunset until you get to the beach and we'll be there. And I said, great. And I went and that's how I got my first Coca-Cola commercial. So I thought, this is good. That one commercial leads to many modeling gigs for Tamara,

including being cast in ads for Pontiac and Mabelene.

One day, Tamara's doctor, a guy named L.A.M.R. introduces her to his friend, Bill Cosby.

Amar is a gynecologist for many of the Playboy

bunnies in L.A. Cosby would later say in a deposition that Amar prescribed him quailudes for back pain.

When they meet, Tamara and Cosby talk. And Tamara mentions that while she likes modeling,

it's singing she's most passionate about. Cosby offers to help further her singing career and invites her to audition for him.

He was going to take me to Tetragamathon, which was the studio that recorded his comedy albums.

But before that, he said, I have to pick up something from my house, and we drove over to Beverly Hills. I sort of stood at the front door, and he said, no, come on in. I said, no, I'll wait. He said, no, you can come in. Would you like a glass of wine or something? I said, no, no, no. Because I was anxious to get to the studio, see. So he came back out, and we went to Tetragamathon and there was nobody there.

There were stools and mic stands and music stands and stuff, but the place was deserted.

He went back into the booth and came out with a glass of wine. And he said, okay, you sing into this

mic. I'll never forget I was singing, Cry Me a River. And he said, sing that and drink this wine.

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