Bradley's, sometime around 1989-1992:
I've finished a set with my trio, during which I had played "I'll Remember April" as a slow ballad. Dorothy calls me over to her table. After I sat down next to her, she puts her hand on my thigh and compliments me on the performance, all the time slowly moving her hand further up my thigh and squeezing. She says "I love the way you played I'll Remember April. You were strokin' it!"
Maybe she needed a piano lesson.