ATLANTA -- Lisa Robinson nestles in an easy chair in her living room, one bare foot dangling above the floor, the other propped up on the seat. Resting on her lap is her 7-month-old son, Adrian, who gurgles as she strokes his stomach and explains to a reporter how his daddy, Washington Redskins quarterback Doug Williams, publicly and privately hurt and humiliated her, and betrayed her with "dozens" of women. Today, with her T-shirt, makeup-free face and curly nest of auburn hair, Robinson, 26, looks like a TV-commercial prototype for a young mother busy with bottles, bibs and keeping inedible objects from her baby's mouth. She does not remotely resemble a heartless gold digger -- the "con artist" and "thrill-seeker" who gave Williams "the worst sack I ever had in my life," as he told The Washington Post six weeks ago. She does not look like a thief who, as he told the judge who issued a warrant for her arrest, forged his signature on a $75,000 check and stole "his" white 1989 Mercedes. In fact, during the Baton Rouge, La., court proceeding in which the couple's two-year marriage was dissolved last week, Doug Williams, 33, acknowledged that the theft charges were untrue. Lisa was awarded custody of Adrian, and Williams withdrew the warrant for arrest and later admitted that the negative portrait he painted of Lisa was "improper" and resulted from anger. His attorney distributed his prepared statement to the press. It read: "Very often during emotionally difficult situations such as I have recently experienced, occasionally improper things are said and done. ... Any allegations concerning my wife since we separated were said in anger, and to her, her family and friends, I apologize." Williams also admitted in court to having committed adultery "throughout the course of the marriage." According to Lisa, her lawyer Lewis Unglesby and court record, when Lisa discovered what she now calls "irrefutable, unmistakable" evidence of Doug's adulteries with many women -- evidence that she has agreed not to reveal as part of the divorce settlement -- she stopped having marital relations and made plans to move out of their home. Now that the union is over, her name cleared and arrest no longer imminent, Robinson spends her days scanning the Atlanta Journal and Constitution for leads on marketing jobs and getting settled in her modest two-bedroom, $585-per-month apartment in this Southern city she chose for its "nice atmosphere for kids, reasonable cost of living and opportunities for black women." An aspiring lawyer, she just signed up for a prep course for the LSAT law school entrance exam. And though she previously refused to comment on Williams and his accusations, she says part of getting her house in order is telling her side of what happened between her and one of the city's most respected sports heroes. Doug Williams, asked to comment for this story, suggested that Robinson leave him alone and get on with her life. "I want you to print one thing, because I want Lisa to read this," said Williams in a phone interview on the opening day of Redskins training camp in Carlisle, Pa. "Tell Lisa and all the people in Washington, the best thing is for Lisa to be quiet. There are a lot of things in her closet that could come out that are not going to make Lisa look like the mommy she wants to be. I admitted the infidelities, it's over with, through. ... It looks to me she should go on about her life. Leave Doug Williams alone. If she didn't marry me for the money, if she loved Doug Williams, she would know he is a role model and would leave Doug Williams alone." Robinson, who says Williams's threats don't bother her because she has nothing to hide, insists that she would have been glad to leave Williams alone. She says all she wanted after she learned about his infidelities was a quiet divorce and a new life with Adrian in Atlanta. But she feels compelled to comment on the unjustified warrant he initiated, to defend herself against his accusations about her character. She resents that Williams "acted badly and then pointed an accusing finger at me," and is frustrated that she has yet to see a newspaper account of her divorce that mentions Williams's infidelities, or his apology. The press, she feels, was so blinded by its image of the courtly, modest football hero that it chose not to deal with Williams's flaws -- even when they were documented in court. "That he's this slow-talking, home-grown country boy who doesn't know nothin' but bein' nice to people is the furthest thing from the truth," she says, "like my saying I'm a 50-year-old Jewish woman." So Robinson is talking it out. Mostly she's asking questions. Like how could the respectful man who called her "ma'am" during the first two months of their courtship, whose sweet, Southern-gentleman manners made him seem like a "breath of fresh air compared to other D.C. guys," turn into the "domineering, hostile, adulterous" man she says he became? How could he arrange for her to become a fugitive from the law, accuse her of being an indifferent stepmother to Ashley, Williams's daughter by a previous marriage, or tell a reporter that neither of them wanted their baby? "Even if he didn't want him -- and he never told me that -- how could he say it?" she asks. "That's a great thing to have in print so Adrian can stumble upon it one day, that his father didn't want him. And how dare he say that I didn't want him ... my own little love baby? Poor Adrian. According to that article, nobody wanted him." How could a man whose on-field feats and off-field humility -- who, as the first black quarterback in Super Bowl history, led the Redskins to a 42-10 triumph over the Denver Broncos -- made him a bona fide national hero behave so badly? "When I found the evidence {of Williams's adultery}, what made it doubly hard was that I knew nobody except me and his closest associates knew him as this person. Everyone else saw this nice, sweet guy whose first wife had died. No one would believe me. I wouldn't have believed it -- for a long time I thought of him the way the world did. I finally had to decide for myself and Adrian that it didn't matter if everyone else thought Doug was a saint. "I was the one who was his wife, the only one who had to have a personal relationship based on trust." Even if Robinson can't figure out Doug Williams, she thinks she has grasped a key piece to the puzzle of their marriage. "The major, fundamental problem is that Doug ... wanted an old-fashioned, traditional wife who stays home, raises the babies and doesn't ask any questions. That's not what I was when he married me. I had a career, friends, a life in Washington." She sighs. "Doug is basically a good person whose ego got the best of him," she says. "He really thought he was invincible." As Robinson tells the story, the young widower she met in September 1986 seemed anything but invincible. He phoned Robinson, then a Xerox Corp. marketing representative in Northern Virginia, after seeing her present a business proposal for a music video to a group of Redskins players. Robinson, a Howard University graduate, says she was intrigued by his shy manner when he asked if she would show him, a newcomer, around town. "I'd never been a football fan so I didn't even know who Doug Williams was," she says now. In late fall of 1986, Williams wasn't even a starter; he was, as the backup quarterback to Jay Schroeder, an athlete in his thirties facing what most people thought would be a dwindling career as a second-stringer. "Big, rich Doug Williams the football star didn't exist when Lisa married him," says Unglesby, Robinson's Baton Rouge lawyer. "He was no catch. If she was looking for a catch, she wouldn't have married a second-string quarterback playing out the end of his career who only had two snaps that year. ... The idea that she was a pretty woman who enticed him is bull." Robinson says her reason for marrying Williams was simple: She fell in love. "He was warm, kind, one of the kindest men I'd ever met, so different from the other men I'd dated," she says now. "He was so gentle, I couldn't resist. ... For me, he was a catch because he was so sweet. I was in heaven." The couple dated steadily until the season ended in January. Then Williams returned to his hometown of Zachary, La., to join his parents and Ashley, his then 3-year-old daughter from his marriage to Janice Goss, his Grambling State University sweetheart who died after brain surgery in 1983. Robinson says Williams asked her to consider getting her job transferred to nearby Baton Rouge. In February, she says, she learned she was pregnant. Williams assured her that he had already planned to ask her to marry him. Robinson agreed, but late that month her car was sideswiped by a U.S. Postal Service truck. Two weeks later, her physician told her that the fetus had died. Robinson had a D&C at Fairfax Hospital. Afterward, she says, Williams insisted that he still wanted to marry her in June. Williams told a different story in anger when he talked to The Post six weeks ago. By his account then, he proposed after she said she wouldn't have the baby unless they were married. He said he questioned whether Robinson had been pregnant at all, suggesting that she tried to trick him into marriage with the claim. In March 1987, Robinson left her Northeast apartment and moved into Williams's home as his fiancee. Xerox transferred her to its Baton Rouge office, and she started planning for a June wedding. "I was happy," she says now -- except for one of her girlfriends' persistent claims that Williams was dating another woman. "But Doug said she was jealous and that she was intentionally trying to break us up." One other thing gave her pause. At her bridal shower, her friend Karen Kaufman, wife of retired Redskins linebacker Mel Kaufman, pulled her aside and asked if she and Doug had discussed their "expectations" of each other. "She said that Doug had told her that in one year I would be a different person. ... He said he was going to make a country girl out of me. I didn't take it seriously because he knew I was a city girl, that I'd been a single woman in Washington for several years. ... I never thought he expected this magical transformation." On June 5, Robinson and Williams signed a prenuptial agreement in which they agreed that all assets in his name prior to their wedding would remain his or Ashley's in the event of a divorce or his death. The next day, in a lavish ceremony -- by Zachary standards -- Lisa and Doug were wed. The groom wore a black tuxedo; the bride a white silk-and-lace gown that had been sewn by her godmother, and a small frown when a short drizzle prompted one of her attendants to comment, "When it rains on the wedding day, the bride will cry every day of her marriage." From the beginning, says Lisa, Doug made it clear that her place, as his wife, was in Zachary, next door to his parents. "After we got married, I was basically uninvited {to Washington}. Whenever I'd make plans to visit, it was never the right time." Six weeks after the marriage, she says, her husband was back in Pennsylvania for training camp. Williams's infidelities began during that separation, says Lisa. Every week, it seemed, a different friend was calling her, telling her Doug had been seen at this party with one woman, at some club with another. She didn't believe them. "Doug had reiterated to me before he left for camp not to listen to what people would tell me. He said, 'You're the one who married me and they'll do what they can to break us up.' I believed him." Not for long. Four months after her wedding, she says, she started getting calls from women who said they were involved with her husband. She started badgering him; though he continued to deny knowing the women, he became increasingly hostile. A month later, she says, Williams confessed to having had a longtime affair with one of the callers. Robinson says she was crushed, completely disheartened. "I'd heard that a lot of athletes were unfaithful, but Doug wasn't like the average anything to me. I knew {Redskins} wives, and still do, whose husbands seem very devoted. Doug had presented to me the image of a family man. ... I was so disillusioned that he had so little interest in being with me and then was playing around. And all the time telling me that the reason he wanted me in Zachary was to care for Ashley." Robinson accepted a new, demanding job as a Xerox account manager for Wayne County, Mich., and in December moved to Detroit, her hometown. In the interview for which he has since apologized, Williams told The Post that his then-wife "unexpectedly" showed up at the Super Bowl because she "had to come back for the hoopla." But she says Williams called frequently, insisting that he'd learned his lesson and asking her to go to San Diego for the game. "He said it was a mistake. ... I missed him very, very much. I was so lovesick. ... When he invited me down for the Super Bowl, we were talking about getting reconciled. Doug said he wanted me at the most important event of his life." Despite her two-year commitment to stay with her Xerox job in Detroit, Robinson moved back to Zachary on Feb. 13. Though she was unable to get her Baton Rouge job back, she recalls the reconciliation as one of the happiest times of her marriage. "I think Doug really was trying to make it work. He had a sense of elation after the Super Bowl. ... Before then, he never got self-actualized, never got the credit or the glory. During the Super Bowl, he rose to the occasion, broke every record and could say, 'I have done it.' He could finally relax." A month later Robinson was pregnant. In the ensuing months, she says, she threw herself into the good-wife role, arranging silk flowers for herself and friends, hosting a Halloween party for Ashley ("I sewed matching costumes -- we were both witches"), making Christmas decorations. She says she adored Ashley, "a very loving child" who she says called her Mommy. "Ashley was my company, my entertainment, my friend," says Robinson, who has three framed pictures of her in her Atlanta home. "One of the best things about my marriage was her unconditional love. Most of the love I got in the relationship came from her. ... I miss her." Williams, meanwhile, had begun the '88-89 season, an up-and-down year for him and ultimately a losing one for the Redskins. He returned home for Adrian Michael's birth on Dec. 2, 1988, but was back with the team for that Sunday's game two days later. For Christmas, Robinson says, he gave her the Mercedes 420 SEL. Though it was ostensibly a company car for Ashmo (short for Ashley Monique), the business the couple formed in March 1988 to handle Williams's endorsements, she says he told relatives and friends it was his gift to her for "Christmas and for Adrian." In February, Robinson was visiting Washington for a board meeting of the Doug Williams Foundation, a nonprofit youth organization founded in April 1988 of which she was president. Williams was in Zachary for the off-season. Robinson says she was cleaning out the bedroom closet in their Herndon house when she found unmistakable evidence of Williams's unfaithfulness. "I was floored, totally confused, but I couldn't not believe it. I had the evidence right there. Next I was infuriated, felt violated, humiliated, deceived." Williams tearfully confronted him with the evidence, expecting an apology, some recognition of the impact of her discovery. But she says he wasn't penitent. "He said I was an ungrateful city bitch. That if I wasn't so nosy, I wouldn't have known. ... He said he didn't think anything was wrong with it, that everybody plays around. He told me if I made a big stink about money, that he'd take Adrian from me. He was going to use Adrian as a bargaining chip. ... If I really wanted money, I could have taken the evidence I had and sold it to some sleazy publication. "For me, that's when the marriage ended," she says, her voice shaky. "I stopped bothering him about coming in late, stopped bugging him. It didn't mattter. I felt like I didn't know him. And like I didn't want to know him." She decided to take the baby and leave, but needed time to prepare. On May 16, she was ready. She signed Williams's name on a $75,000 check that was made out to him, but was payment for work done by both of them, a joint appearance in a TV commercial for hair products. (Evidence was produced in court that she had previously signed his name to business and financial documents.) Robinson used $34,000 of the money to pay off the Mercedes, deposited $10,000 in the Ashmo account and kept $31,000 to get settled, buy furniture and pay attorneys' fees. She then packed Adrian, their clothes and some of her flower arrangements into the Mercedes and drove to Atlanta. She phoned Williams in Herndon when she arrived. His comment, she says: "You really did it, you really left." The next day, Williams's New Orleans attorney, Eddie Sapir, called Robinson's attorney, Richard B. Levin of New Orleans, on Williams's behalf, asking her to put off filing for divorce. Sapir asked to set up a meeting for later that week. At the meeting, Williams's attorneys suggested that the couple cite "irreconcilable differences" as the cause for the split, and suggested an out-of-court settlement. "I said fine -- I didn't want to make a big, public mess out of this," says Robinson. Williams had other plans. On May 24 he told the East Baton Rouge sheriff's office that she'd swiped the check, forged his signature on it and stolen his car -- despite the fact that the car's title listed its owner as Ashmo, that she owned 90 percent of the company and that the car note was guaranteed only by her. Ten days after Lisa's departure, a warrant was issued for her arrest. When a friend later called Robinson and read the Post story to her, she found his accusations "outrageous," but says they didn't worry her overmuch. "I didn't like it but I didn't lose any sleep about that. I lost sleep when I didn't know what he was doing, when I realized I didn't have a marriage, when I was dealing with his cruelty. I didn't lose sleep because people thought I was Robin Givens." Also, she had more important things to worry about. "My lawyer said that if I were arrested with Adrian, he would be temporarily put in a foster facility. ... And I knew that if I were arrested, I could lose custody of my child. Losing Adrian would be the worst thing that could happen." Levin suggested that she hire Baton Rouge criminal attorney Unglesby, who filed a motion to cancel Williams's warrant, saying that an arrest could do "irreparable harm" to Robinson. A day later, a judge stopped the execution of the warrant pending a hearing. Despite a restraining order barring him from "disposing of, alienating or otherwise encumbering assets" belonging to Robinson, and from any form of harassment, Williams stranded her and Adrian at the Atlanta airport. According to court record, Williams or one of his friends went to the airport when he knew she was in Baton Rouge for a hearing, found the parked Mercedes -- the only car Robinson had -- and drove it away without her knowledge. When Robinson arrived back in Atlanta, she assumed she'd forgotten where she parked and wandered for more than an hour around the airport parking lot, her 27-pound baby and luggage in tow. It wasn't until four days later, after she'd rented a car and reported the Mercedes stolen, that she learned what Williams had done. "If I was the most horrible person in the world," she says wonderingly, "you don't do that to a woman with a baby." After nearly a month of maneuvering between the couple's lawyers, Williams admitted that he had committed adultery throughout his marriage and agreed that having the Mercedes taken from the Atlanta Airport showed a "callous disregard" for Adrian's well-being and his mother's dignity. The court found that Lisa Robinson was "free from fault" in the divorce proceedings. Williams agreed to pay Robinson $1,200 per month for child support, was granted at least three weeks visitation per year and was ordered to establish a college trust fund for his son. Robinson waived alimony in exchange for a two-part, undisclosed lump-sum community settlement. She got the Mercedes and was allowed to keep the $31,000 from the check she'd endorsed. She relinquished all her rights and interest in Ashmo; in Williams's employment and endorsement contracts, life insurance policies, banking, checking and saving accounts; and jointly owned property and accounts. However Williams see his ex-wife, Unglesby says, the settlement shows that by going on the offensive, the quarterback basically sacked himself. "What this case proves is that you don't violate the code by picking on women and children. And when you do, whether you're a quarterback or a politician or anything else, people won't tolerate it. I don't find it very noble to get caught by your wife committing adultery and, in response to that, try to have her arrested, steal her car and strand your baby at the airport." Williams says he's just glad this mess is over. And, he adds, he's wiser for the experience. "Lisa's small, it's small, {the press} makes it big. You know what sums it up better than anything I can think of? When I lost my wife in '83, it makes me realize how much more of a good woman I had in life. If you've got a good woman, you keep that woman. The good Lord didn't let me keep that one. She was more of a woman than I could even imagine." Robinson isn't buying that. "I know him -- Doug is basically motivated by his ego," she says. "Ego doesn't just manifest itself as cocky, obnoxious. Outwardly he's modest, plays up the bluejeans and cowboy boots, takes great pains to look humble. He never says that he has 20 Giorgio Armani suits in his closet, that his cowboy boots cost $700. He makes you remember that his wife died. ... When you play 'poor pitiful me' and you're also doing something positive, people love that." One thing that bothers Robinson is that some people may always see her as the user who married famous Redskins quarterback Doug Williams for his name and money. The truth, she says, is, "I looked forward to his retirement, wanted him out of whatever it was that made his ego like it was. I think he believed that having tender feelings about a woman, to be affected by her, to do anything except to have her be controlled by you, was sissified. This Neanderthal, macho thing, it's sad." Now, she says, she's not sure if Williams ever loved her, if he was touched at all by the positive things in their relationship. She does feel sure that for him, "the most important thing is the sport." When she left him, "it immediately became a competition for him that he had to win at any cost. ... If that meant sending me to jail, making me look like a con artist, once he started, the goal became to win." In the end, she says, "He wasn't even attacking me. The goal was to destroy ... whoever, whatever was in the way. You play to win. Period."