Former Boston TV anchor Heather Unruh told a press conference today that Kevin Spacey sexually assaulted her then-18-year-old son in 2016 in Nantucket. From CBS Boston:

Fighting back tears, she said her son was a “star-struck, straight, 18-year-old young man, who had no idea that the famous actor was an alleged sexual predator or that he was about to become his next victim.”

Unruh claims Spacey bought her son several drinks and eventually stuck his hand in her son’s pants and grabbed his genitals without consent in the crowded, dimly lit club. “This was completely unexpected,” Unruh said, adding that her son panicked and froze.

When Spacey went to the men’s room, Unruh said a “concerned woman” approached her son and asked him if he was okay. “She told him to run,” Unruh said and her son left the restaurant and ran to his grandmother’s home. He woke his sister and the two of them called their mother, who came to Nantucket the next day.

“It harmed him and it cannot be undone,” Unruh said.

Her son chose not to file a police report with Nantucket police due to embarrassment and fear.” She spoke to the sheriff and he wanted her son to make the report.

He went to the police last week and filed a police report.

Believe it or not, Unruh was the first to make allegations against Spacey, not actor Anthony Rapp:

Rapp’s story did not come out until October 30 in Buzzfeed. Unruh responded afterwards:

Harry Dreyfuss, the son of Richard Dreyfuss, wrote at Buzzfeed that Spacey groped him in 2008 when he was only 18. Spacey allegedly did this while Dreyfuss’s dad was in the room:

Once again Kevin followed me, sat down, and with considerable effort, slid his hand between my right hand and my right leg. He’d snuck in. At this point I didn’t think there was anything I could do short of alerting my dad to what was happening. But I didn’t want to start a feud between them. I didn’t want the play to be threatened. This job really mattered to my dad, and Kevin was his boss. And besides, I thought, He isn’t really doing anything wrong…

And then he did. Over the course of about 20 seconds, centimeter by centimeter, Kevin crawled his hand from my thigh over toward my crotch. My mind went blank. Suddenly, he had completed his journey and now he had all of me in his hand. I stopped reading the script and my eyes went wide. I lifted up my head and faced him. Looking into his eyes, I gave the most meager shake of my head that I could manage. I was trying to warn him without alerting my dad, who still had his eyes glued to the page. I thought I was protecting everyone. I was protecting my dad’s career. I was protecting Kevin, who my dad surely would have tried to punch. I was protecting myself, because I thought one day I’d want to work with this man. Kevin had no reaction and kept his hand there. My eyes went back to the script and I kept reading.