Monica’s Autobiography (3) Love in the White House (3)

I. The Story of Granny Wolf

Some people say that life is like a play, which is not bad at all, and it is this play that has allowed me to see all kinds of people, and Inoue Him also gained a deep understanding of what human nature is all about.

Society is like a big laboratory in which all people are subjected to experiments. At that time, no one can know what the result of the experiment will be, but a few years later, or even a few months later, we will be able to see the faces of many people. Of course, at that time, we may regret to death for what we have done and what we have said, but the words have already been said, the deeds have already been done, everything has become history, and nothing can possibly change any more. The only thing we gain from it is a painful lesson that may affect us for the rest of our lives.

Next, I am going to talk about a character who played an extremely important role in my story, at one time, I trusted her so much, and then, I realized that what I trusted was not human, but by then it was too late, everything was irreparable, and this is the person I once trusted so much, pushed me to the edge of destruction.

This person is Linda B. Linda Tripp.

I clearly believe that if Tripp had done a psychoanalysis of herself, as I am doing now, I believe that her heart is full of selfish and nasty thoughts, and that she has been trying to wrap them up in a very glamorous way so that young boys or girls who are not yet in the world will fall into her trap. She is definitely one of those wolves who are still alive and deserving of the wrath of God but have yet to receive it.

Of course, I also believe that she would never dare to write a book like that, and if she is really prepared to write a book, she will certainly be like her carefully packaged appearance, trying to do everything possible to package her mind and her soul to be whitewashed. She is definitely that kind of person, the kind of person who can fool “Little Red Riding Hood” in a short period of time, but will reveal her tail a little longer.

When I was swept out of the White House, Keating tried to convince me that it was an opportunity for advancement, but I didn’t see it that way at all, and I felt that it would undoubtedly be a disaster for me. As it turned out later, my feelings were completely right.

My disaster was not because I went to the Pentagon, but because there was a wolf grandmother waiting for me there, and I fell into her trap because I was really too naive and did not have enough knowledge of the sinister nature of human nature. I think that if time could be reversed, I would not regret the time I spent in the White House, and if I were to leave the White House, I would not choose the Pentagon, even if I were to choose any other place, and I would not end up in such a tragic situation as today.

My contact with Tripp began almost as soon as I entered the Pentagon.

Tripp is that kind of woman, she always makes an excellent impression in the beginning and, she definitely has a way of capitalizing on the impression people have of her.

On my first day of work at the Pentagon, I had an unexpected encounter with this woman in the aisle, and she was very forthcoming in greeting me. At the time, I knew nothing about her, a stranger I had never met. Her first impression was quite good, she was very warm and welcoming, had blonde hair, and was indeed very beautiful for a woman approaching 50 years of age. I thought she knew exactly what to do with her sexy nose as well as her lips and was a woman who knew how to live.

“Hi there, I hear you’re from the White House?” She said to me.

I really didn’t want to bring up the White House because it didn’t make too good of an impression on me, especially the guys who kicked me out of the White House, who I simply hated. But now, immediately after I walked into the Pentagon, someone brought it up to me, and I thought it was an intentional attempt to humiliate me, and I almost wanted to use extremely harsh language back at her, but on the other hand, I knew that she had to be an official from the Department of Defense, and at her age, she should at least have been an official of a much higher rank than mine, and I had just gotten into the place, and I didn’t know how long I was going to be here yet, so I very much need to meet some of the people who work here. As you all know by now, I am a very warm person, and no warm person would ever refuse a friendly gesture from someone, and I am no different, and I will treat every friend who treats me sincerely.

“Hello, I’m Monica B. Lewinsky.” I said.

“I’ve heard of you.” She said, “I’m from the White House too, my name is Linda B. Tripp. I’m Linda Tripp, you can call me Linda.”

When I heard that she had also come from the White House, that curiosity of mine kicked in; at least, it was indeed a good thing for me to meet someone at the Pentagon who had also come from the White House. I needed some new, closer-knit coworkers, and it would definitely benefit me in my future work here, I believed that very clearly.

We chatted casually on the walkway.

She told me that her workplace was downstairs, and she offered to get together for a cup of coffee when it was convenient for us, two people from the White House getting together for a chat.

I agreed to her proposal, but I didn’t do it, because I was extremely depressed at that time, and all my friends who knew me said that I seemed to have changed completely, that I had become silent, that I seemed to have closed myself off, and that they thought that the lively and happy Monica Lewinsky had disappeared. They thought that the old Monica Lewinsky had disappeared. In fact, that’s exactly what happened, and I think I’m going through an extraordinary time.

At that time, I was indeed in great need of a friend, but not one whom I knew completely underhand. I needed to confide in a familiar friend, but I would not tell my secret to anyone unfamiliar with it, for the secret I possessed was too great, and if it were to be passed on by someone I did not trust outright, it would send shockwaves through the world, and even cause a great deal of confusion. Trip was not the object of my scruples, but merely a new colleague. Besides, I never intended to stay at the Pentagon for too long, and Clinton had assured me that I could soon return to the White House and to him. So I didn’t need a friend at the Pentagon with whom I could sit and drink coffee or talk on the phone.

I had no intention of befriending Tripp, but she evidently had an intention of befriending me, and, moreover, she harbored a very sinister purpose, which I could never have known at the time.

Remember, it was the second week at the Pentagon, the exact time I can’t remember now, Mr. Starr wasn’t looking into it, and Trip didn’t seem to be thinking of writing down her interactions with me in her damned notebook at the time. At the time, she was obviously just trying to get close to someone from the White House so she could hear some hearsay, and had absolutely no idea that she was meeting a woman who was harboring a huge secret that she could never have expected. It was during a break in the work questioning when I walked into the Pentagon lounge and saw Tripp sitting alone at a table, and she saw me and immediately waved me over.

I later learned that she was a shameful fellow who liked to pry into other people’s privacy, and she was always on the lookout for people around her. Her job was downstairs in the basement, but you could always see her elsewhere in the Pentagon, because one of her favorite things was to wander around with nothing to do. After getting to know her well, I asked her about it once, and she said that was exactly what she did, and that the department she was in, which was the very intelligence arm of the Pentagon, was the one that she had done this job in the early days, and she still does it now.

Before that, I had known some people who were engaged in secret intelligence work, and they were people with integrity and happy personalities, and I admired them very much. On the other hand, my job in the Pentagon was in fact related to the secret intelligence work, and a large part of the correspondence that I had to deal with came from some secret channels, and it was very closely related to the White House and the Pentagon’s intelligence services. In a sense, I can also be said to be a person working in the secret intelligence service. Because of this, I did not pay much attention to Tripp’s interest in collecting intelligence, and I even took it for granted that any U.S. citizen, for the sake of the country’s security as well as for other reasons, had the responsibility and obligation to collect all kinds of intelligence for the country, and this is what I thought at that time.

However, I didn’t realize that Tripp’s interest was far from limited to whether or not she was a threat to national security or otherwise, but more often than not, she had an extremely keen interest in people’s privacy. At the moment, she was sitting in the cafeteria at the Pentagon, practically keeping her eyes on everyone who came in and out of the place, as well as paying attention to the conversations between people. This is the reason why she noticed me as soon as I appeared here.

I just wanted to come and sit here for a few moments and take a little break, and I thought it wouldn’t be a bad thing if I could have someone to talk to for a few minutes. I just came to the Pentagon, and I also know that in this kind of government department, and it is the Defense Department this kind of militarized place, generally speaking, it is not so easy for people to communicate with each other, just as I once felt in the White House, therefore, although I have been in the Pentagon for a week already, except for a few supervisors who look familiar, basically I don’t know any other people, the only exception being this Woman.

Tripp was very welcoming to me, she offered to get me coffee, and she moved my chair for me, invited me to sit down, and offered to talk about herself.

She told me that she had been married to a soldier and lived with him in Germany for a while, and that her relationship with her husband had never been very good, so she later divorced. For several years.

She’s been living alone. She said she was a big fan of making friends, and since we all used to work in the White House, we should be good friends, or at least, we could look out for each other.

When we first met, she talked to me about some of her own life without hiding anything, which gave me the impression that she was a very sincere person. It was because of this impression that I handed over my public departure’s phone number to her. I think it was definitely a bad decision, and many of the nightmares that followed were caused by that phone number. I dare say that the truth of the matter is definitely not what she told the world, because she needed to prove herself, so inch thought of recording my phone calls, and I have absolute reason to believe that.

So the calls that were made to her or she made outgoing calls, all of them were recorded by her, and she just handed over some of those tapes that she thought were worth providing, while others, she still kept.

Yes, she’s that kind of person, she wants to get information out of anyone because that’s what she does.

Now, I had gotten to know this woman and considered her a friend in the beginning.

I think it is time for me to make all my friends more aware of what a predicament I have gotten myself into at this point and what a dangerous character I am associating with.

Some of everything about Tripp was told to me by her herself, while other elements were dug up by some media outlets.

I know that Trip was born into a very complicated family (definitely more complicated than mine), the kind of place she grew up in was part of an urban poor neighborhood, her mother was a German immigrant, and his father was a former soldier in the U.S. Army who went AWOL and deserted because he couldn’t stand the rigors of the training and didn’t get along well with other people, among other things, and spent a couple of years in prison as a result. .

The special living environment as well as the special family environment made Tripp very lonely, she was always good at pleasing the people around her because she always expected to be recognized and cared for, but the kids who had a bit of status or who were good in all aspects of the school didn’t want to get close to her at all, she had to hang out with the bad kids. According to the press, the bad kids did bad things, such as burglaries and such, and she had to run off and stick her nose in, which resulted in her being involved in a burglary at the age of nineteen and almost being sent to federal prison.

She herself has talked to me about that incident and said that it was because she had been set up, that the guys had planted the evidence against her because she had disagreed with everything and had been trying to stop the guys. As a result, she paid a heavy price for it, not only in the form of many beatings from the guys, but also in the form of some of her neighbors thinking that she was a bad kid, someone who couldn’t be trusted. In order to escape that predicament, she had to leave her home town after graduating from high school to earn a living.

Tripp talked to me many times about how difficult it was for her to enter the society at first, and she said that it would be too difficult for a young person to enter a society like the United States without any financial foundation and without any social connections. She said that at that time, her greatest wish was to become a stewardess, so she sent her resume to several airlines, but none of them ever heard back, they simply did not need a poor factory head like her. So she had to go to a hotel restaurant, where she met her husband, who was sent to Europe a few years later, and she followed him. There, her husband’s superiors discovered Tripp’s “talent” and realized that she was a woman who liked to “find out what’s going on,” so she was absorbed into the army as an intelligence officer, and from then on her “talent” was really fully realized. From that point on, her “talent” was truly utilized to the fullest.

Tripp was a typical woman who had climbed up the ladder on her husband, but a couple of years ago, she had gotten totally fed up with her already aging husband and abandoned the aging retired colonel, of course, she wouldn’t tell me that she had abandoned him, in fact, she told me a very compelling story about how her husband had hooked up with a chick who was younger and more beautiful than she was and had given away his pension as well as a A portion of it went to that fucking woman, and she felt like she had been cheated on by that asshole, and that her whole life was ruined at the hands of that man.

At the time of her divorce, Tripp was just over forty, and when I once asked her why she hadn’t remarried since then, she said that she had dated a few men, but found that they didn’t get along and broke up again. Now, on the contrary, she finds it better to live alone, and if she does need to, she goes to some special place to find a man to settle down without any emotional repercussions.

I have reason to believe that her habit of recording every phone call was formed during her time in Europe, because any phone call made to her could be used to claim credit from her superiors. And, in the years that followed, she never changed this bad habit, and even “developed” it.

At the time when things were getting so heated in the media about Clinton and me, I had received a letter from a man that had been forwarded to me through my father’s clinic. In the letter, the man said that he had dated Tripp for a while, and had even talked about marriage, and that at that time, he thought that Tripp would indeed be a great person to marry. But then he discovered one of her vices; she liked to make recordings of all her phone calls, and she liked to inquire about things that didn’t have anything to do with her in the least, and she would very carefully write those things down in her notepad. The man said that he felt terrible for this woman and thought that he was living with a kind of secret agent, that everything was being watched, that he had become a completely transparent person with no privacy whatsoever. Even a joke with someone on the phone could be taken up by her and analyzed in great detail. He said, “Just thinking about it makes me feel fearful, and I am worried that if I say a word in my sleep, she will report it to a special department and I will end up in a lawsuit that I can’t fight.

In his letter, this gentleman was very sympathetic to my situation, and he said that he could well understand how I had ended up in the situation I was in now, because he had once almost fallen into it as well, and fortunately, he had discovered it in time. He even consoled me by saying that none of this was my fault because it was very difficult for me to discover her true colors, and that although she had no formal training as an agent, she was really a gifted one, and that she was better suited and more enthusiastic than anyone else to do that sort of thing. He thinks he’s lucky just because unlike me, I’m a woman and he’s a man. As a woman I only had access to one side of Trip, and it was the side she was willing to let me see, but unlike him, he had slept with her and had access to the other side of her, and even if she had intended to try to hide it, she couldn’t have done it without a drop of water. That’s why he may have escaped that trap.

Whether everything he said in his letter is true or not, I am not too sure, but I did fall into the hands of this woman, which is currently recognized by the whole world.

According to Tripp herself, she entered the White House in 1991, after returning from Germany, and worked as a secretary in the Counselor’s Office. Of course, there were people in the Counselor’s Office who did intelligence-gathering work, but Tripp didn’t need to do this work at all, and the only thing she needed to do well was her job as a secretary. According to later sources, she seems to have been overly enthusiastic about things she wasn’t supposed to know about, especially the secret affairs of the White House, which she was extremely passionate about. She even said she wanted to write a best-selling book on the secret history of life in the White House, so from now on, she would have to do some preparatory work in this regard. These things reached her boss, and, that boss also felt that she was indeed a person like that, so the idea of transferring her was already in his mind, and, as a result, the Pentagon said that it had a vacancy for a roving investigator or something like that, and it hoped that the White House would be able to recommend a person like that. So Tripp was sent to the Pentagon.

But Tripp himself is saying something completely different about the transfer out of the White House.

Tripp says the key reason she was moved out of the White House was because of the first lady, Hillary, because Hillary decided that Tripp’s presence was a potential threat to her own reputation. And Hillary got that idea because of Vincent. Foster.

This topic, indeed, is of great interest to me because the matter involves Clinton, who I care about. And, I know that this matter is not just involved, it even involves Clinton’s reputation and his and Hillary’s privacy. It’s an absolutely super-private matter, and there are many different versions in the community about it, and it’s always been an open-and-shut case, and it’s never been confirmed. Now, with Tripp saying that she was transferred out of the White House because Hillary considered her a possible threat to her reputation and that the matter was connected to Foster, could Tripp really know something inside?

To my question, Tripp’s answer was very affirmative, she said: “Of course I know, I really know too well, the night Foster died, the last person he saw was me. This was later confirmed by the agents who investigated the incident, so Hillary is so afraid of me. Must get me out of the White House, she’s absolutely worried that I’ll shake that whole thing out about her and Foster.”

At the time, I never seriously considered what Tripp had to say in this statement, but was only interested in the events she recounted.

The whole of America knows about the Hillary vs. Foster rumors.

This incident originated in Arkansas, at that time, Foster was the principal partner of the Rose Law Firm in Little Rock, Arkansas, and after Hillary married Clinton, in order to realize her political ambitions, Clinton decided to start from the bottom, so she accepted her friend’s advice and returned to Little Rock to become a law professor. It is said that the advantage of being a professor is that you can reach many students who will be an asset to the campaign. On the one hand, the parents of certain wealthy students can provide financial assistance, and on the other hand, there are students who can do some volunteer work for the campaign and save in terms of funding. But Hillary’s aspirations were in Washington, D.C. So, although the two lived together for many years, they went their separate ways after graduation. It was only later, when Clinton lost his first bid for state attorney general, that Hillary decided to come to Little Rock to help Clinton, and brought the extensive connections she had made in Washington, D.C., to Little Rock as well, organizing a strong campaign team for Clinton.

On the other hand, she also joined Rose Law Firm as a listed partner.

However, it was said that Clinton was seeing a large number of women before and after he became governor, which broke Hillary’s heart. She thought that her marriage with Clinton was probably not going to last, and that she had to make some plans for the future, so she put all her energy into her job at the law firm, which paid as much as 100,000 dollars a year, while Clinton’s salary as governor was only 35,000 dollars a year.

One of the big reasons Hillary got into the Rose Law Firm was still back for Clinton, because Clinton was good friends with Foster. Little Rock isn’t that big, and Clinton, having been a law professor and a one-term attorney general, certainly has some friends in the legal profession, and Foster is one of them. And Hillary is also a big name in the legal profession. Back then, when Clinton was attorney general, Tillary had worked for a while in a small plaintiff’s town as a professor at the University of Arkansas, earning eighteen thousand dollars a year, while Clinton’s salary as attorney general was only five thousand dollars a year. However, Hillary is not satisfied to stay in this remote small town, her political ambitions are in Washington, D.C. Soon after, the Democratic presidential candidate ten special is organizing the campaign team, he was impressed with Hillary’s talent, so call live to ask her to take the post of deputy director of the campaign office of the state of Indiana. When Carter became president, he appointed Hillary to a “legal services” committee and allowed her to live in Arkansas and travel to Washington a few times a year for meetings. As a result, Hillary soon returned to Clinton. At this time, Hillary, once listed in the National Law Journal of one hundred famous lawyers, but also the Carter administration’s legal adviser, can be said to be a big name, so when Clinton asked Foster to let her into the Rose Law Firm, the other partners of the firm unanimously agreed.

Clinton became governor at the age of thirty-one, which of course had a great deal to do with Hillary’s electioneering ability and political connections, and the Rose Law Firm was so eager to have such a big name on its side that she was always a salaried partner who didn’t do much. She has been a paid partner, not a big player, and has been traveling between Arkansas and Washington, D.C., with her main focus on her social connections.

Later, Clinton served three terms as governor, setting a record of three terms after setting the record of being the youngest governor in U.S. history. Hillary originally wanted Clinton to run for president, but because of the lingering Hart affair, Wright, Clinton’s electioneering backbone, urged Clinton to abandon the campaign.

Wright and Hillary, is a very capable woman, she is Hillary from Washington to serve Clinton’s “campaign strategist”, first Hillary’s good friend, and later became a loyal supporter of Clinton.

Because Wright has always followed Clinton, so he has a lot of women’s things, mouth finger palm, this matter in Clinton’s staff can be said to be known to everyone, the only one being hidden is Hillary alone. Because Hart has just been kicked out of the presidential marquee because of an affair case, Wright is worried that people will strike while the iron is hot, digging out Clinton’s sexual secrets, in that case, Clinton not only can not be the president, even the governor’s position, I’m afraid that can not be kept.

However, Clinton still insisted, because he could not pass Hillary, Hillary is no matter how to give up this opportunity. As a result, Wright had to find Clinton showdown, she put a large list in front of Clinton, let Clinton for her to explain, which of the women on it really do not have a “special relationship” with him. And emphasized that if the media will be any of these lists of women thrown out, Clinton has the ability and the way to make this clear, or, Clinton has no way to make the woman shut up, if not, then, give up the campaign to wait for another four years, is a courageous and wise choice. They talked in secret for a good seven hours, and in the end, Clinton was convinced. Decided to give up.

However, Hillary is not clear about many of the relationships here, he asked Clinton, Clinton of course will not tell the truth, as a result, the two people time and time again a big fight, still not the slightest result. After all, Hillary is a smart and capable woman, she more or less thought of some of the reasons, at the same time, she may also have heard some of the arguments, at this time combined with Clinton gave up the campaign but refused to tell her the truth this, she has come to realize. She did a little digging, only to discover that even her own secretary at the Rose Law Firm had become Clinton’s mistress.

The blow was too much for her.

During that time, Hillary decided to calm down and think things over between herself and Clinton.

So she began to turn her full stint. energies to the work of the Rose Law Firm.

According to verifiable sources, she and her principal partner, Foster, worked very well together and were very happy. About the relationship between the two of them, about many kinds of rumors, but we all agree that they are a kind of lover relationship, not to mention those tabloid newspaper about it, even the serious newspaper “Washington Post” has published an article reported that: Foster and Hillary’s relationship is more than a professional lawyer’s partnership. The newspaper said: “a month after Foster’s suicide, justice officials produced Foster’s diary, Foster’s lawyers and his family had tried to prevent the judicial officers to check the diary.” In this intermittent records of the diary, Foster wrote a lot of relationship Hillary words. In 1992, after Clinton became president, Hillary was very happy because she would have the opportunity to realize her ideal of transforming the world, and Foster wrote in his diary, “I am very happy because Hillary is happy.”

According to a senior attorney at Rose & Soul, Mr. John B. Phillip Carroll. Carroll told FBI agents that Foster said before Clinton was going to run for president that he was concerned about rumors circulating that Hillary had a sexual relationship with him being exposed by the media. Foster told Carroll that he changed his home phone number several times for that reason to keep reporters from finding him. And, when Clinton was about to announce her candidacy, he told ten Carroll that he was going to leave his law firm to hide somewhere else for a few days to keep the press from reaching him. Carroll recalls that Foster appeared nervous at the time, as if he was terrified.

Clinton as governor of the agent revealed that if Foster to come to Hillary, each time in the Clinton left the governor’s mansion, apparently because Hillary secretly with him through the phone, will be in the timing of so “coincidental”. The agent also revealed that there have been many times, Hillary asked him to drive her to Foster’s villa in the countryside, the two stayed together for a few hours, he can rest assured that the car boldly sleep a lot of sleep, after waking up, Hillary will not necessarily come out.

There is also media analysis, although Foster and Clinton is a friend, but he is not a political ambition as well as political ability, and, Clinton has also said several times will not consider him to serve in the government. But in fact, he was later appointed to force the White House economic adviser. Some analysts believe that this is a ploy by Clinton to place Foster on the side. It was actually a pressure on Hillary, who therefore could not be blamed for what happened to Clinton, as she was the same same person herself.

Sources say that the reason for Foster’s suicide was that Hillary was ready to end their relationship, thus ending Clinton’s own mouth when he made time, and that Foster had always worshipped Hillary as a goddess and as his lucky charm. Hillary’s sudden offer to end their relationship was completely too much for him to bear, which is why he committed suicide in the White House in July 1993, six months after Clinton became president.

Now, according to Tripp, Foster was good friends with her and they even slept together, but not to be considered lovers. Tripp said that when Foster wanted Hilary, but couldn’t get her, he thought of Tripp and got sexual satisfaction from her. This doesn’t bother Tripp in the least because she never wanted to possess a particular man’s affections, it wasn’t something he was interested in, much less take away Hilary’s lover. She said that he and Foster, purely as friends, slept together, “It would be like a friend visiting and you happen to be getting ready to eat, at which point you ask him if he’s already eaten, and if he hasn’t, you invite him to eat with you.”

She said that after they made love, they would sometimes lie in bed and talk for a while, and that’s when the subject was mostly about Hillary. He adores Hillary to an almost insane degree.

Tripp also made a point of talking about the long conversation Foster had with her before he killed himself, and she said that Foster talked about Hillary all the time, about the beginning of his [engagement] relationship, and why Hillary ended up breaking it off with him. He said that it was not because of a woman, as had been rumored, that Hillary wanted to break it off. The fact that Hillary had a same-sex sexual partner was also a big news story in the US, but was never confirmed, and was just as much of an uproar. Tripp said that at the time, Foster didn’t indicate that he was ready to kill himself, he just repeatedly told Tripp that he couldn’t watch Hillary destroy herself, that she was a very capable woman and that she deserved more. But now, she seems to have lost herself, and has even begun to indulge herself; she is on a path of self-destruction.

Foster said that he must help Hilary so that she can recognize herself and find herself again. He said that he would give his life for Hilary.

According to what Tripp told me, she said at that point she sensed that Foster might do something special, but she definitely didn’t expect him to come in the form of death. “help” Hillary.

I can’t tell if what Tripp said was the truth or not, but at the time, I believed her so much that I believed even every word.

But later on, after I did some serious analysis of what she said, I realized that there should really be a question mark over how much truth there was in it.

First of all, there are a few things to be sure of, first, she is a woman who likes to pry into other people’s privacy, and since there is a lot of buzz about Foster having a sexual relationship with Hillary, and there is a chance to get close to Foster, of course she will not let it go, so her statement that she has a certain relationship with Foster should be true; and second, the last person Foster saw before his death has an FBI investigation, and she does not dare to tell a lie so easily.

But something else, precisely because of these true things mixed in between, even if she added a whole bunch of falsehoods, in the ears of others, they would be taken as true. The most crucial problem was that everything she said was all rumors from the outside world, and those rumors had always been taken as true.

First of all, the first thing that is doubtful is that if Hillary really knew that Tripp was a person in the know, would she really kick the other person out of the White House? Letting a person in the know stay in the world is surely a big hidden danger, and Hillary is not a kind of ordinary woman, there is absolutely no way that she didn’t think of this point. So, if what Tripp said was true, then there could only be two ways for Hillary to dispose of her, one was to bribe Tripp to keep her mouth shut, and the other was to kill her, so that she would never have the chance to speak again. And kicking Tripp out of the White House is actually forcing her to tell the truth, and would a savvy woman like Hillary do something so stupid that she would push herself into a corner? As you can see, what Tripp said deserves a big question mark.

The second area of doubt is her relationship with Foster. If it was true, as she claimed, that Foster’s feelings for Hilary ran that deep, would he have gone to another woman at a time when he was extremely emotionally overwhelmed?

I am not trying to make a point about the faithfulness of men; indeed, if these men were faithful, how could they have relationships with other women? And, American women believe that any man is faithful, but, after all, Ran Hilary is not an ordinary woman, and Foster, being a lawyer, surely he knows that such a relationship is not to be mentioned to anyone. Would a veteran lawyer like him, who was certainly not as naive as I was, and who had worked together for as long as they had, trust a woman like Tripp so much?

The third is the facts that Tripp mentioned, and it’s safe to say that none of the stuff she said is really secret, all of it can be found in the media reports. It’s just that it’s easier for her to confuse some people by drawing out a dead Forsyth line.

However, I have to admit that at that time, it was absolutely impossible for me to think about these issues as calmly and comprehensively as I do now. At that time, I believed her almost immediately. I think that apart from the fact that there was some element of truth in what she said, there was also the most crucial factor, which was that I actually hoped for that kind of answer.

Only I knew in my own heart that I had an extremely special relationship with Clinton, and as that vector system developed, it became very clear to me that I was really stuck in this relationship. In the previous, I repeatedly emphasized that between me and Clinton, I never wanted to have a good end, such as eventually towards marriage, etc., I know that I am not Hillary’s opponent (even a Tripp can not deal with, and how dare I hope to deal with the first lady?) , so it never occurred to me that we might have a chance to live together.

But again, a number of things prevented me from thinking about this, the first of which was of course my feelings for him, feelings which I absolutely wanted to move towards an end; and the second was the hints he had given me at one time, and he had already referred to the question of what his life would be like after he came down from the presidency, and I think he was hinting at the possibility of divorcing Hilary at that time. That’s not really hard to imagine.

Hillary and Clinton together, mainly to see that he is a political talent, absolutely when the president of the material, he can make her realize their political ambitions. However, after he has been the president for one, two or three terms, his role has completely disappeared, then if Hillary has any other ambitions to live, Clinton can help her what? So she’s likely to go for another man. And on Clinton’s part, the reason why he can put up with Hillary for many years, the key is also because she will provide great help for himself in the election, when this kind of help relationship is over, the political relationship between them is over, then, their marriage will rely on what to maintain it?

So the possibility of divorce is not non-existent.

If Hillary has another man in mind, or if it is true, as the media claims, that she likes women instead of men, will this incident, in any way, lead to changes in her marriage? If that’s the case, of course I’d be most happy.

In any case, if it confirms everything Tripp has said, then at least one thing is clear: Clinton and Hillary’s marriage is in crisis, and while I’m not the kind of person who gets particularly happy when I see someone else’s family in crisis, this family is, after all, a special relationship with me, so I make no secret of my concern for that family, or for its spousal relationship, and for where it’s headed in the future.

Because of the expectation of this relationship, it deepened the process of my relationship with Tripp.

It was about the third, maybe the fourth day after coffee that day that Tripp called me, and then we talked on the phone, and she told me that she was staying home alone now, and felt so lonely and uninterested in doing anything, that she wanted to make a phone call and talk to someone.

If Tripp approached me with an agenda when she initiated it, then I have to admit that this person is a real genius, and she used psychological tactics that easily fooled a master’s degree in psychology, successfully sported a takedown technique, and easily gained my trust. I think if she had gone into being a psychologist instead of trying to do such a deplorable thing, I think she would have been very successful. It is very unfortunate, however, that a person can choose their path in life, but not their character as well as their qualities, because these things, sunk into their lives by time, are absolutely difficult to change by ordinary forces.

On the phone, Tripp initially told me that she felt very lonely, so she wanted to talk to someone, and after getting my permission, she then began to talk about herself, her marriage, and the men she’d had contact with. She said that she had always wanted to find something through marriage or through men, but after decades of searching, she was not even sure what she was looking for. Initially, she thought that what she was looking for was the kind of relationship that cared for and loved and valued her, and she thought that she had found someone like that, so she fell in love with that man and slept with him. But then she realized that there were other men who cared for and valued her more than the one she had chosen, and the one she had chosen would piss her off at some very special times. But then she realizes that, in fact, she will never find what she wants because no man in the world can give it to her.

She had traveled the road of life for decades, and her final conclusion was that all people are selfish, no one is not living for themselves, some men will tell a woman that everything he does is all for her, and on the surface, that seems to be right, he will do a lot of things for her, he will do everything to make her feel happy. But as a result, she discovers another truth, that everything that man does for her turns out to be for himself, for his own self-esteem, for the fulfillment of his sexual desires and for other purposes.

With this realization, she thought she no longer needed a man. But now, she felt that without a man by her side, a person would be even more empty and helpless. A person is really inscrutable, after living for decades, it is surprising that they really don’t know what they need.

I was really moved by the story she told, because the things she said were actually things I had thought about or experienced at one time or another, and I really did feel that we were very close and that we should have more to talk about with each other. Very naturally, I had a desire to confide in her, because I was probably even more miserable and despondent than she was at this point, because I was in love with someone and it was never going to work out. No, it wasn’t simply that it was fruitless, even the brief possession of it now seemed a complete impossibility. I always felt like there was a piece of me stuffed tightly in my chest, and I wanted very desperately to remove this piece, and I knew that if I could painfully explain everything to someone, it wouldn’t necessarily solve my current state of affairs, but it would at least make it easier for me.

While hesitating whether or not she should more or less exchange a little bit of her inner secrets with her, she suddenly let out a long sigh and said, “People, they just need to talk. Really, Monica, just now I felt so bad about myself, but now that I’ve said these words to you, I feel much better. Really thank you very much, thank you for helping me, I was not wrong, you will become my best friend.”

I really cried and laughed a little, she thanked me for helping her, but I didn’t even say a word, so where did I help her in any way, besides, I am all a most needy person, always hoping that someone will help me, how can a seriously ill person be capable of healing others?

“No, you helped me.” She said, “You know, I just needed someone to talk to, and you’re really the best listener. Forget it, why am I saying these unpleasant things to you? There’s no reason for you to have to endure this. Let’s just talk about something happy!”

Therein lies the truth of my saying that she is a marvelous psychologist, and she initially said something that made me feel that she trusted me a great deal, and at the same time felt that she might be a trustworthy person. Then she changed the subject, and started to talk about some happy things, although the things she talked about may not have any practical significance in life, but it is these things that can make people laugh, can make people feel relaxed, and at this time I immediately knew that she is really a very good friend, at least, talk to her on the phone, do not feel that I will feel very heavy heart, and even know that the interaction with her, will bring myself a good friend, and even know that she is a very good friend. I even knew that her interactions would bring me joy.

That period was the most unhappy period for me. So, a friend who can make me happy is so important to me.

If it was before, I might have been able to find some other people, such as after many years of interaction, truly trusting friends, the kind of friendship that has passed the test of time, and will never betray itself at any time. However, those bright friends, now all are not in my side, they are really too far away from me, even on the phone, will feel that very far away, but Tripp is different, although our place of residence is also very far away from each other, but we are colleagues, every day can be in the same building to see, so even if it is a distance of two places to talk on the phone, but also a kind of face-to-face conversation feeling, I think! I think that’s how the initial trust between Tripp and I was created.

In the future interaction, we do not realize that we are getting closer and closer. Sometimes, encountered a bad time, I will tell her, and she has been like his closest relatives in the world in general, in addition to persuade me, but also will come up with some ways to make me happy.

During that time, for example, I waited for a call from Clinton and didn’t get one for another couple weeks.

She seemed to recognize that I was unhappy, so she took the initiative to ask me about it. Of course I couldn’t explain this to her, so I said, with a bit of perfunctoriness, that I was feeling unhappy because I was waiting for a friend to call, but that friend had missed his appointments for several weeks in a row.

“So it’s like this,” she said, “That’s good, I’ll call you a few more times a day from now on, and you’ll be happy.”

Next, she really called me every day, or when in the unit, as far as possible to take the time to chat with me a few words. At that time, I really had a feeling that she was like a big sister, but also like my own mother, and I felt a sense of intimacy when I saw her. It wasn’t long before I had a sense of trust and dependence on her, and talking to her seemed to be an essential part of my life, and a very important part. Sometimes if she didn’t call me, I would take the initiative to call her and talk to her about my inner sorrows. Without realizing it, the initial roles between us changed, and I took the initiative to call her and tell her about myself.

It seemed to start out the same way every time. I’d ask, “Linda, do you think it’s annoying that I keep calling?”

“Not at all” she said, “you know, I’m getting to feel very much in touch with you, we’re like mother and daughter, and the fact that you took the initiative to call me shows that you trust me, and I’m very grateful for that, it at least makes me feel like I still look like an important person. “

It was around September/October 1996 that I did not receive a call from Clinton for several weeks in a row and was so annoyed that I mentioned it to Tripp for the first time. As I had done before, I did not explain to her who this person was, I just told her that I had a special relationship with a married man, but that I had not heard from him for several weeks now, and that I did not know what was going on; therefore, I felt very anxious and did not know if our relationship was over, and at the same time, I felt very upset because our relationship seemed to be so good. At the same time, I felt very upset because our relationship seemed so good. I was totally caught up in the situation, and I didn’t know what I would do if he really broke it off with me.

“Is it someone from the White House?” She asked.

I didn’t tell her the truth, I said, “It’s someone with a special connection to the White House.”

That answer can be interpreted in at least a number of different ways, one of which is that this person is not a White House dignitary, but rather a special person who has a very special relationship with the White House. But I am not actually telling a lie, because Clinton certainly had a special relationship with the White House.

After saying these words, I felt very regretful, because the secret between Clinton and I is a super secret, which can never be easily told to others, and now, I even said it, that would be the same as I have betrayed myself and Clinton, and become a person who is unfaithful to our feelings. This matter is a challenge to my conscience, or a severe test of my character. At the same time, I will make some excuse for myself, for after all, I did not say the most crucial thing, but merely mentioned that there was such a thing. Neither did I elaborate on the details of this matter, nor did I mention to whom this matter was related, which perhaps should not be regarded as divulging the secret between us, at least I thought so.

At that time I secretly resolved that I should never speak to Tripp about it again, for I knew that I often could not keep my mouth shut when I was in a state of extreme emotion, and that when I was not paying attention, I was likely to blurt out something of the utmost importance. I know that this is an unforgivable vice, and I have thought of changing it, but in reality, I have never changed it. This time, however, I was determined, and secretly warned myself that I could never talk about it with Trip again.

However, I was too naïve to realize that a secret is no longer a secret after it is made public to anyone, even if the part that is made public is small, it is still public.

In fact, that’s exactly what happened, and sometimes, when Trip saw me moping, he’d ask, “What’s the matter, Monica, you look preoccupied, did our friend in the White House forget to call you again?”

I didn’t correct her because she was correct and, on the other hand, it was good to understand that I did tell her that. The other reason I didn’t correct her was that I was in such a terrible mood that I had no interest in correcting anything, or rather, I had no interest in even saying more than a few words. During that time, I felt uninterested and desperate.

She then said again, “Can I help you? Monica, honey, I’m really worried about you.”

Or they may say: “Monica, cheer up, you should forget about that guy. Believe me, he won’t bring you any joy, he’ll only make you suffer, and he’ll never share that with you. You’re right to take my word for it, forget about him.”

Yes, I was not going to talk to her about Clinton again, but more conversations like that created the mental illusion that we were all very familiar with that incident between us, that it wasn’t a secret for me alone, but a secret shared with Tripp. Especially in those times of extreme emotional depression, the vigilance about keeping secrets is very weak, and sometimes I even felt that Trip was a friend who knew everything.

Only now do I truly understand that telling the secrets of my heart to those around me is really a very dangerous thing to do, because we see each other too often, and as time goes by, this mental illusion is inevitable, and later on, one may even mistake this illusion for the real existence. Because of this, later on even I was not sure how much I had told Tripp, or what I had told her and what she had guessed. The fact that she kept mentioning “our friend in the White House” in front of me eventually created a mental suggestion that she knew the whole story.

Because of this change in psychology, I may talk to her more at some later time. These parts of my conversation became the basis for her further psychologizing me. It never occurred to me that she was actually practicing a special kind of social engineering on me, which is absolutely a hundred percent secret service.

Without realizing it, I got caught up in this and I told her more and more.

If she had been one of those former friends of mine, there would not have been the slightest danger even if I had told her these things, for I have always been wary of this, and I feel that I have been very judicious in what I have said to her.

However, I overlooked one extremely important fact, that is, she had been in the White House much longer than I had, and she was familiar with everything there, almost everyone in the White House, knew many hearsay things about them, and knew very well each of their personalities and hobbies, and even their way of speaking. On the other hand, she was a very good, though not formally trained, agent, who knew exactly how to lead people to reveal their innermost secrets, and was very familiar with how to organize these conversations, to find out the most essential things from them, and to make use of them.

I thought I was telling her nothing about the substance of the problem, but in fact, she had already guessed what the substance was, based on her professional sensitivities. I think she must have spent a great deal of time analyzing each of our phone calls (I always believed that she kept the recordings of those calls), and then found the exact understanding of “our friend in the White House”, and from other conversations that I am still not very clear, grabbed a few key points for a synthesis, and finally came to a conclusion that even I could not have expected: I would never expect: I told her everything without getting into the essence of the matter. I came to a conclusion that even I could never have anticipated: the person I was talking about was President Clinton.

I think the man who discovered Tripp’s special potential would be pleased to know the whole truth, for he had a good eye for discovering an agent’s talent. And Tripp didn’t disappoint his mentor, she did a very good job, the synthesizing, the de-factoring, can be said to have reached the point of perfection. It is a shame that the Soviet Union collapsed, otherwise our Ms. Tripp could have been sent to Moscow and become a heroine of the United States of America in a battle of wits with specially trained KGB agents. It is a shame that her talents were not utilized on the battlefield.

Tripp herself apparently doesn’t realize that she’s a bit of a misfit; she’s very happy with her current role and is very committed to it.

It was probably after she realized that the man I was talking about was Clinton that something changed in our conversation, and it’s hard for me to say who caused that change, but I have some other evidence that she was the problem, because I never mentioned Clinton to anyone, much less discussed anything Clinton related on my own accord. If I had to bring up that bad boy in any context, I would either say “our big boss” or “our handsome man” and never mention him directly by name, but there was a time when Tripp and I talked about Clinton a lot.

At the time, it seemed normal to mention Clinton because the quadrennial election campaign was in full swing and Clinton’s future seemed uncertain, while at the same time a lot of the American people were crazy about him. During those months, you could feel his presence at almost any time, whether you were walking down the street, coming home and turning on the TV, or even talking to a friend, the conversation led to the election, and the presidential candidates were virtually everywhere. Clinton, in particular, is both the last (and at this point still not out of office) president and the hottest candidate, with all kinds of news in his favor or against him filling every space of people’s lives.

Since Clinton is everywhere, there is nothing remotely abnormal about talking about Clinton, that’s exactly what the entire American people are currently interested in.

And Tripp chose this topic for a purpose that was clearly different from the others; she was employing a special means of spying on my level of interest in Clinton, and at the same time, she was attempting to use the topic to provide her with the information she needed at a time when I was completely off my guard. Her purpose was evidently quickly accomplished, as she soon confirmed from my attitude when I spoke of Clinton. Her action was an unprecedented success, and she decided to take one more step forward to finally confirm that judgment.

After Clinton won his campaign and was reelected as President, what I expected did not happen; he neither offered me a position in the White House, as he had once promised, nor did he invite me to meet him at the White House, and even the phone calls were few and far between. At the time, I was in a terrible mood, which I have talked about in great detail earlier. Tripp took advantage of this, and she became even more concerned about me, while at the same time, she was constantly leading me to talk about Clinton.

There were times when she asked, very suddenly and with feigned surprise, “Oh my God, I think you’re in love with Clinton, is that true?” or “Monica, what’s going on here? I think you’re in love not with your friend in the White House, but with the Commander-in-Chief of our armed forces, is that true?” There were other times when she would volunteer to me that she had had a couple of encounters with Clinton while she was in the White House, and she admitted to me that Clinton was just so fascinating that when she saw him up close, she simply had the feeling that she would immediately pass out. She said she had a strong desire at that point to have sex with Clinton. She would then say, “Who in all of America doesn’t think about that kind of thing? He’s just so fascinating.” Or, “Thank goodness we’ve elected ourselves a president who looks sexy and glamorous, and American women finally have an idol to worship and obsess over.”

At that time, I really think she is in the infatuation Clinton, therefore, I will feel a special kind of happiness and complacency, because there are so many into the infatuation of my lover, which fully proves that my luck is better than others, but also shows that I am happier than others. At that time, I would secretly say in my heart: “Where do you know, he is already mine, if others want to get him, it is not an easy thing.”

I had to admit that between us. There were so many such conversations that I am not quite sure myself whether I told her much about myself and Clinton, or whether I ever hinted that that lover of mine was Clinton. As a matter of fact, things began to make sense later on, and whenever we talked about it, we both knew who was being referred to. It is difficult for me now to recall exactly how this change took place, and I have always seemed to be in a state of stupor, as if hypnotized. It was in this state that the secret between me and Clinton became the secret between me and Tripp, and she became the only person in the world who knew the most detailed information about it, other than me and Clinton herself.

The year 1997 was a year of disaster, both for me and for Clinton, at the beginning of which Clinton’s lawyers had appealed to the Supreme Court over the question of whether the Jones case would be tried during the presidency, while the mainstream media clung to the matter in an attempt to influence the ruling opinions of the nine justices of the Supreme Court, and independent prosecutor Starr went to great lengths to spend a great deal of manpower and resources to gather all the evidence against Clinton.

It was at this point that Isikoff, the famous scandal-digging genius reporter, got a tip, and that tip stated that former White House Secretary Kathleen. Ms. Wiley had been molested in the Oval Office of the White House by Clinton, who hugged Wiley, grabbed her breasts, kissed her on the lips, and grabbed her hand and pressed it against his already fully erect genitals. In response Isikoff began his investigation into the matter.

Isikoff soon came up with a list of potential informants, and on that list, Tripp’s name was included, the fundamental reason being that it had happened more than three years earlier, at the end of L993, and at that time, Tripp was none other than a secretary in the White House’s General Services Office, and there was a possibility that she had seen something.

None of the other respondents said anything substantive about Isikoff’s investigative interviews, and only Tripp provided some evidence that looked convincing.

She told Isikoff that on that day, she did see Ms. Wiley go in and out of the Oval Office, and she’s pretty sure he said that Wiley walked into the Oval Office depressed and seemingly preoccupied, but she came out with “lipstick faded from her lips, her hair disheveled, but her expression was one of excitement.”

Overnight, Willie and Tripp became national celebrities, with many media outlets clamoring to interview them, and the Clinton sex scandal made waves once again. I spoke to Tripp on the phone the night the story was published, and she told me that the paper had misquoted her, and that she had sent a letter to the paper asking them to correct the story and publicly apologize to her, but the paper hadn’t done so. She said she really didn’t want to say anything about it because she really didn’t want to do anything to hurt Clinton, especially not knowing that I had an unusual relationship with Clinton. But at the time, it was very difficult for her, and she said that she had always been a very honest person, and she didn’t want to lie to anyone. She said that after that reporter left, she simply regretted it, and she simply didn’t know what she had said to him, and she didn’t know what kind of consequences it would cause, and for that reason, she felt very helpless.

At that time, I lacked a proper estimation of the whole incident, and I thought that there was no way that that incident could have constituted a threat to Clinton at all, because the facts were very obvious, and it was well known throughout the country that Clinton had a very special relationship with Willie, and that Mr. and Mrs. Willie had been Clinton’s contributors when Clinton first ran for the presidency, and that Mrs. Willie had even volunteered to be a vote-booster for Clinton’s campaign, thus forming a very deep friendship with Clinton. formed a deep friendship with Clinton. If anything was going to happen between them, it would have happened years ago, and, if Mrs. Wiley wanted to make it public, she would have done so years ago.

Especially since I had mentioned this to Clinton almost ten days prior to this, telling him to be careful so as not to create a second Jones case. It appeared that Clinton was sure and aware of this. Next, even the day before Sung Lee recounted the incident on his television program, I discussed the matter with Clinton once again, and he indicated to me with great certainty that the incident was ridiculous and that Day for he would not have been at all attracted to a woman with small breasts like Willie’s. At this point, I believe Clinton is telling the truth, and the many sexual rumors about him, if they are all true, prove that he is a man who prefers women with large and sexy breasts. He has revealed this many times when he was with me, so it is clear that there is really nothing going on between him and Willie.

Because of this, I also advised Tripp not to take it too seriously; Clinton had just become president, and there would always be some unfavorable comments about him, but the way things were going, they weren’t necessarily going to affect him in any very special way.

Tripp said to me, almost in tears, “Be that as it may, the fact is that I stabbed Clinton in the back, and I know that he would never forgive me if he knew that I had done it. I was so sad, I absolutely do not want to hurt him. You know, I was very enamored of him, very much admired him, and I definitely didn’t mean to do that. God, I really don’t know what I’ve done.”

At that time, I really sympathized with Tripp very much because I know that people sometimes appear to be in a state of being out of their depth, and some words that they were not going to say will be said in a very special state, and afterwards, they regret themselves so much that they almost want to commit suicide. I’m sure I’ve felt pretty much the same way at one time or another, so I sympathize very much with Tripp’s situation at this point.

On the other hand, it also occurred to me that Clinton had mentioned Trip in my presence a couple of times, and that he seemed to have some suspicion that it was Trip who had given the information about Willie to Isikoff. At that point, I was more than a little concerned that if Clinton’s suspicions were correct, then I faced a major threat, so I asked Tripp about this, and she immediately denied having anything to do with it. Finally, I repeated that she knew far too much about us, and that if she could not keep this a secret, then I would probably be in an unprecedented predicament, and I wanted her to keep it a secret no matter what. She swore before me that she was not the kind of woman to betray her friends, and swore in the name of God that if she would tell anything about us, then she would be willing to accept the severest punishment, which would send her soul to hell after death.

After all that had happened, I still had no suspicion of her character, and I think there were two other reasons for this; firstly, she did conceal her appearance so well that I did not find out for a moment that she actually harbored sinister intentions, and when Iscove found her, she was the first to tell me the news, which made me feel that she was perfectly trustworthy, and after that, whatever news she got, she always kept me informed; secondly, although I myself was a man who often told lies, I respected those who told the truth, and supported them very much. me; secondly, although I myself was a frequent teller of lies, I respected those who told the truth and was very supportive of them, and at that time I felt that Tripp was such a person, and that I could not break off my friendship with her just because she had told the truth. I instinctively felt that there was nothing wrong with telling the truth, and that I should not be punished in any way for it, and that, as yet, she hadn’t actually said anything bingeworthy.

But the facts seemed to take an unexpected turn when, a few days later, on July 15th, Ms. Wiley appeared on CBS’s “60 Minutes” on Sunday night. On Sunday night, Ms. Wiley appeared on CBS’s “60 Minutes.”

The program has had a huge impact in the United States, with 30 million people watching the program, a figure that is one-tenth of the population of the United States. Back then, Clinton’s first presidential campaign, Jennifer put forward on Clinton’s “note allegations”, Clinton and Hillary had been on this TV program, refute this allegation, and husband and wife, in the TV staged a loyal love comedy, for Clinton in the campaign to win played a great role.

This time, however, the “60 Minutes Program” seems to be ready to push Clinton’s back, in this program, Kathleen. Willie told viewers in detail about her “encounter” in the White House. She accused the American people: November 29, 1993, Ms. Wiley went to the White House to Clinton, hoping that Clinton to help her get a full-time paid position in the government sector, because at that time her husband’s real estate brokerage encountered unprecedented difficulties, and therefore owed more than 300,000 in debt, she had to help her husband to tide over the difficult times. Clinton invited Willie into a private study room to talk, and as he was leaving, in a secluded part of the White House, Clinton suddenly embraced her, grabbed her breasts, and kissed her on the lips, all the while placing Willie’s hand on his already erect genitals.

The same night that this happened, the police found Mrs. Wiley, and, as a result, she found her husband had committed suicide in his car. She hated herself for this, believing that it was an insult to her husband that she had been with Clinton when he committed suicide.

She also alleges that she helped out on Clinton’s campaign team as a volunteer campaign helper back when Clinton was running for president for the first time. One night, Clinton called her and invited her to his place and made a point of saying that if she went, he would get rid of all those security people around him, meaning alone with Willie. At the time, Willie even joked with Clinton, “You need some chicken soup.” Because he made a lot of campaign speeches, his voice was hoarse. But Willie said she declined Clinton’s invitation, she told reporters: “At that time, my intuition told me that Clinton’s interest is obviously not in chicken soup.”

On the authenticity of Ms. Wiley’s allegations, all Americans have all put a question mark in their hearts, this is definitely not a three-man tiger problem, because all Americans are clear, Jones sued Clinton sexual harassment case is in the never-before-seen hilarity, this time jumped out of the fire to add a barrel of oil, can definitely make their own great scenery back.

On the other hand, the White House made public the letters that Ms. Wiley had written to Clinton in the years before and after, and those letters appeared to be sentimental and deeply felt. After seeing those letters, people will come to a conclusion: there are only two possibilities, one is that there has always been a relationship between them, and Willie did not make things completely clear; the second is that there is no relationship between Clinton and Ms. Willie, or else that kind of thing should have happened long before, and, according to her letter to Clinton, even if Clinton did do that, she should not have any objections to it, but only deeper. It could only have gone deeper.

It’s really a very, very simple game of reasoning; if Willie had known that Clinton needed more than chicken soup, and that she wasn’t prepared to provide Clinton with what he needed, then she would have left him, or at least kept him at a considerable distance, rather than continuing to serve as an unpaid volunteer (in fact, Willie volunteered at the White House for a while after Clinton was elected President), and definitely wouldn’t have written those heartfelt letters to Clinton thereafter. and would she have dedicated herself to Clinton’s White House if she had known that Clinton had other plans for her and that she herself was not living voluntarily), and definitely would not have written those affectionate letters to Clinton thereafter. So it’s possible that Willie told a lie.

In this way, the key to whether what Willie says is true or not is Trip’s agreement.

The White House understands this so well that Clinton’s attorney went on television and publicly stated that Tripp “is a woman who cannot be trusted” while listing numerous pieces of evidence to prove it. In this public affirmation, Tripp was portrayed as an inveterate liar and a woman whose intentions were so evil that everything she said and did didn’t necessarily require any truthfulness, but only what she thought was required.

At the time, I was outraged by this affirmation, which I considered to be a low blow and a slur against Tripp, so when Tripp talked to me about it, I repeatedly reassured her that I trusted her completely, and I told her that I knew it was very unfair to her. At the same time, I tried to speak up for Clinton, and I argued that none of that was Clinton’s intention, but that it was simply his lawyers who had taken it upon themselves to say that in order to help Clinton out of his predicament.

Tripp told me that she also believes this to be the case, and that if she didn’t take Clinton at his word, she would have taken Clinton to court, as Jones did, to be convicted of maliciously undermining him.

It was because of this thought that she decided to let it go and not to bother about it anymore. However, she said she was also a little worried that maybe Jones’ lawyer would ask her to testify in court, and at that point, she really didn’t know what to do.

At the time, I really thought Trip was telling the truth, and I trusted her so much that I never even considered her ulterior motives, and even after all that had happened, I still didn’t have the slightest doubt and trusted her as I always had.

II. Tribute from the President

During that unusually frustrating period, I made many efforts to see Clinton again, which included sending him many gifts through Currie to express my thoughts about Clinton, as well as some very randomly written notes. These notes were written on the spur of the moment, some of which I kept because I didn’t think it was appropriate to give them to Clinton, and others, which I thought he should see, I slipped in among those gifts or sent to Clinton by mail.

I knew Clinton would receive them because he once told me that he asked Currie to take everything given to him all into his own hands.

With Valentine’s Day fast approaching, I had been thinking about what kind of Valentine’s Day gift I should give to Clinton, when, quite by chance, I saw that the Washington Post was doing some work on public opinion campaigns for Valentine’s Day, and immediately had an idea.

I then drafted a Valentine’s Day advertisement: ‘Handsome Prince: I fly over the walls with the light wings of love, for the walls of masonry cannot keep love out, and what the power of love can do, it will venture to try.’

Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene II.

Happy Valentine’s Day! Lay.’

After that, I contacted the Washington Post by phone and they said they could run the ad. I sent the manuscript and the advertisement fee on the same day, and, as a result, the advertisement did appear in the Love Notes column on February 14, and I bought many copies of that day’s paper and made many copies of it, sending one of them to Clinton. I had thought that on Valentine’s Day I might receive a gift from Clinton, but in fact I did not.

I knew that Clinton was visiting England at that time, and I knew that he would be reading the daily Washington Post, so I hoped very much that before I sent him a copy of the advertisement, he would see it and give me a little indication. I once told a friend that I was expecting a letter from England, in which I hoped he would say to me, “Thank you for my valentine, I love you, and will you run away with me like that beautiful Juliet? Do you think that will happen between us?” But the result was very disappointing, I did not wait for his letter, and did not receive a phone call.

On that damn Valentine’s Day, he forgot his lover.

Perhaps this Valentine’s Day ad did the trick; on Wednesday, February 27, I suddenly received a phone call from Cory, in which she told me that tomorrow, Clinton would be taping a weekly radio address, and that I had been invited to participate in the event.

When I first heard the news, I was just about crazy with joy, thinking that this time, there would be a chance to be alone with Clinton, that it might be the first time we’d been alone in almost ten months, and that it would be a new beginning for our relationship in the future.

Before getting ready to head to the White House, I once again dressed myself well and wore the blue sheath dress once again. I thought that after such a long time this dress would bring back some memories for Clinton and that would help us to have fun when we were together.

The taping of the speech took place in the Roosevelt Room, and I did not stay there too long, for I met Clinton and gave him a photograph that I had prepared, and he, in turn, told me to go to Currie and to wait for him there because he had something that he wanted to give me. All of this was discussed over the phone that night, and he was merely reading the lines. I also knew that there would be more contact between Currie and me in the future, because I thought that some of the officials around Clinton didn’t seem to like the idea of Clinton flirting too much, and had tried to thwart him on a number of occasions, but Ms. Currie seemed to be able to do essentially what Clinton wanted in that regard, and I had to get on good terms with her, and Clinton told me that our future dealings would be through Currie.

I had been in Currie’s office for about ten minutes when Clinton returned to the Oval Office and immediately went into Currie’s side of the room, spoke to me for a few minutes, and then said to me, “Come here a minute, I have something for you.” So the two of us went into the Oval Office together, and it wasn’t long before Clinton invited me into his private study, and Currie stepped back. I thought that perhaps she had heard something about our relationship, or did she actually have a different view of it than the rest of the White House?

It had been a long time since Clinton and I had been alone together, and I’ll admit that at the time I felt a little nervous, not even knowing what was going to happen next or what I was supposed to do. I wasn’t sure if Clinton still needed me, or if we had gotten to the point where it was just friendship and no more love? I was really not too sure about that.

I don’t know if Clinton was a little nervous too, but anyway, there was no kissing between us before we walked into the study, and he didn’t seem that way after we walked in. I thought, this is the only chance I’ve had in over ten months, and I’m not going to give it up just like that, for over three hundred days I’ve been thinking about him day and night, truly haunted by him, and for what? Isn’t this the time to see each other? How can I let the opportunity slip away from me so easily? No, I must take the initiative, I want to let him dispel the concerns in his heart, I want to let him know that I am still the same person I was before, that heart for him, will never change, and it is simply impossible to change, I will always be so infatuated with him.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me?” I said, “It’s been a long time since we’ve been alone together, and I think we’re going to become strangers if we keep this up.”

“Wait, first look at the gift I have for you.” He said.

He went behind the desk, picked up a gift box, handed it over to me, and said to me, “These were prepared before Christmas, but I’m very sorry to say that I was just too busy at that time. So, I didn’t have a chance to give it to you until now. This is a belated Christmas gift, please accept it.”

I immediately opened the gift box in front of him and saw that it contained two very special items, the hat pin and a special edition of Whitman’s poetry. I loved the novelty shaped hat pin and Whitman, America’s most famous poet, who is the American Shakespeare.

At that moment, I squealed in surprise and voluntarily threw my arms around Clinton’s neck and thanked him for his gift with a kiss.

It wasn’t a hypocritical cop out, I really, really loved both gifts, in fact, I loved any gift he gave me, both before and after, I loved it so much that I loved saving all the memories he gave me, even the messages that I wasn’t there when he called looking for me, I kept them all. In my mind, that was my memory of this wonderful process, but I didn’t anticipate that they would all end up as bullets shot at him.

Many of the Americans hated me for ruining their President, and one of the reasons for this was that they hated me for not leaving so many things. I know, myself, how wronged I am, for every one of those who hated me for it, I think they would have been furious if their lovers had thrown away their gifts as soon as they received them.

In fact, I did nothing more than what they would do if they were a person in my situation, and as a result, that became one of the reasons people hated me.

The following is a letter I wrote to Clinton after receiving this gift, and I hope it will help those who are willing to understand me, to understand all my motives: In my life, everyone has said that I’m a person who is difficult for others to stop me from doing things, but you have managed to choose two perfect gifts, and a simple “thank you” cannot express how I feel. A simple “thank you” cannot express my feelings, art and ceramics are gifts to my soul.

I have to tell you, I absolutely love that hat pin, it looks so vibrant and a flawless work of art! I only wish I had a hat to go with it (ha, another reason for me to buy something). I am set on receiving compliments.

And has it ever occurred to you that this praise was given to me by you, that you made my life beautiful? Do you realize that I am enjoying the bounty that you have given me?

I had only read excerpts from Leaves of Grass–never in their entirety or in so fine a version, like Shakespeare’s, and Whitman’s writings are not limited by time, and I took comfort in these works, in the profound and sentimental past. Whitman was rich, and one reads his books like tasting a glass of wine or a cigar–drink it. Or put it in your mouth and savor it!

I hope you know how much I appreciate these gifts, especially the gift of friendship, and I will cherish them forever.

They, along with the other gifts you have given me, will be the most precious things I will ever have in my life, and I ask you to be sure of this Later on, I gave this letter, along with a necktie, to Clinton, and I wanted him to know how excited and thrilled I was when I received his gift. At that time, I felt very happy and I wanted very desperately to throw myself into his arms and melt in his chest.

Clinton did gently put his arm around me and placed the gift I was holding next on the couch behind me, and then we walked together to the credenza that led to the bathroom, and in the meantime, Clinton told me that he had seen the valentine I had given him, and that he said it was nice because he liked Romeo and Juliet.

Then we started kissing.

I felt infinite pleasure when his lips met mine, not only because of the thrill his lips gave me, but also because after eleven long months we were together again, we were in intimate physical contact again, and that was definitely a good start.

It made me think that everything I had thought of before was all my paranoia, that he was still him, the bad boy in my mind, and that, as he had said, he was always missing me, always looking for a chance to meet.

Yes, I’m sure he didn’t lie to me, I’m sure everything he said to me was true.

“It was the first kiss in over three hundred days.” I said, “Except for the ones in my dreams.”

“You dreamed about me?” He asked as he kissed me.

I replied, “Yes, once I dreamed that you inserted your penis into my vagina and I had an orgasm in my dream.”

“That must have felt wonderful.” He said as he moved to undress me.

I didn’t realize until much later that it was a big mistake for me to wear this dress that day, because I was expecting Clinton to not only undo my blouse, but also to take off my skirt, leaving my complete body naked in front of him.

But in reality, he still hasn’t changed his mind, even after eleven months of our separation, he still refuses to undress me as well as himself. He just undid my blouse, exposing my breasts and chest, with the skirt still on my body. I wondered how it would have turned out if this time I had worn one of those long skirts with a row of buttons open in the front. He might have unbuttoned all my buttons, as we had done before, leaving my whole body naked to him. Really, in that case, his semen would not have stayed on my skirt, but on my body. Then there were a lot of things that could have turned out differently later on, and at least, Clinton would not have been that embarrassed in front of all the American people, or even the world’s people, and would not have been left with the impression of a child caught stealing from his mouth.

But history is history and can never be changed again.

As a matter of fact, I was wearing that very same navy blue sheath dress that day, and, as he had done on any previous occasion, Clinton refused to let go of all his restraints, and I knew why that was, because at any moment someone could break in, and when that did happen he had to be in the office as fast as he could.

My blouse was undone by him, and one of his hands had begun to caress the bra there before he officially undid it. He said they were his little babies, that he hadn’t touched them in a long time, that he longed for them, loved them, and then it was either me or him who undid the clasp of the bra, which he took away from my face and set aside, and then rubbed one of the little babies with one hand and mouthed the other as he had done before.

His hand was very gentle, but not the kind of gentleness that is completely devoid of power; it was strong, but mastered the power so well that I felt a sense of pressure without feeling pain at the same time. His fingers were fully extended and he pressed my nipple against his hand first.

Slowly, he rubbed, and then his fingers began to clench, scratching and squeezing gently around the breast. More gentle of course was his tongue, which slid over my other nipple as his lips took it in. He ran his tongue over my nipple and then licked the skin around the breast. More than once he commented that my breasts were very beautiful, especially when they were aroused by sexual desire and began to swell, they were fuller than ever, and if there was a light shining on them, they had a very attractive reflection, like porcelain. But when I touched them with my hands or kissed them with my mouth, they felt completely different from porcelain, because they were so soft and elastic, and that showed a kind of power of life.

I could feel my sexual desire growing as he kissed my breasts, and I had to jam one finger in my mouth to keep from screaming out, because I distinctly heard him tell Currie as she was leaving that he wanted to talk to me alone, and that he wanted Currie to wait for me in the dining room for a moment. I thought that by this time Corrie must be sitting in the dining-room, which was not too far from this place, and that she must be able to hear me if I called out.

Of course, my other hand was busy, and I grabbed his cock through his pants.

It was very stiff and I think that was indicative of his intense need. I undid his blouse and kissed his chest while also undoing the chain of his pants, pulling his cock out and caressing it with my hand.

He made an extremely suppressed sound, that seemed to be a long breath.

I knew his need was getting even stronger, so I bowed down and took his cock in my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth, letting it throb inside my mouth, and I could feel it pulsing gently inside my mouth.

I was so focused while doing this that I didn’t notice any movement around me at all, but Clinton seemed to notice something and he was so alert that he immediately pulled his genitals out of my mouth.

Confused, I looked up at him, and he raised a finger to me, wiggled it gently in a silencing motion, and then pointed inside the bathroom. I immediately understood what he meant and moved after him towards the bathroom.

There, I leaned back and posed to receive me as I had done before. As he walked and posed, his penis was partially exposed on the outside of his pants, standing tall. When he was in position, he glanced over at the oddly erect part.

I immediately understood what he meant and crouched down to start continuing what I had just left unfinished.

He pushed me away once more before ejaculating.

Almost enraged by the repetition, I looked up from underneath him and asked him with a bit of annoyance, “Why? Why don’t you ever let me finish it?”

He said, “No, it’s better not to.”

I argued, “You know what’s really important to me? Because I always feel like there’s something really important that I’m not doing, and I’m never done, and it just seems so weird, and I don’t mean anything by it, I just want to get it over with, and make you cum, and that’s what makes it feel complete.”

Clinton seemed touched by my comment, and he offered to hug me, then told me, “Baby, not that I don’t want that, but I really don’t want to let myself get obsessed with you, or you get obsessed with me. You know, that’s not good.”

I lifted my own head from his arms and met his gaze, and I saw that a hesitation showed in it. I knew that he was trying to convince himself that he was either agreeing with me, or rejecting me, and that it would come to fruition if I just put a little more effort into it, and I was very conscious of that, so I made up my mind that I would make sure that he agreed to let me do the whole thing today.

“I’m not a halfway person, and I want my memories to be left perfect. I said. He visibly softened and full of emotion he said, “Baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea, but I can’t convince myself because I really don’t want to disappoint you that’s a yes. I was so happy that I gave him a passionate kiss and then started to move down to his waist and once again took his cock in my mouth. Since I hadn’t ejaculated, it was still erect and mighty, and I grabbed it by the root with one hand and kept pumping it in my mouth.

His arousal was growing stronger and he was being aggressive as well. He held my head in both hands and mastered the frequency of my head bobbing, which was getting faster and faster. I knew, of course, that he was intensifying the excitement this process was giving himself.

Finally, he suddenly pushed my head outward, whereupon I saw a white liquid jet out of its head.

I can’t deny that the moment I saw him ejaculate, I was very excited because it was the first time he had ejaculated since we had been dating for over a year, or the first time I had made the whole thing complete. It was as if I felt like I was walking a very difficult journey, a journey that until now, had only taken its first step, and my foot, which had been lifted up in the air for so long, had only stepped on solid ground for the first time.

Maybe I was so overcome with victory that I didn’t even notice that his cum would shoot down on top of my dress, even after I left the White House later.

I have a habit of wearing dirty clothes that usually sit around until I’m ready to wear them again and then I remember to wash them. This dress had been sitting after it was taken off that night. It was about a week later, or a little longer, that I retrieved it and was about to wash it when I noticed some stains on it. I thought it was strange at the time and thought back to the last time I had worn it, and, as a result, I thought of my most recent meeting with Clinton.

At that point, I thought about the possibility of it being semen, but couldn’t be sure because after I left the White House. Having once eaten out, I wondered if it could have been an accidental splash of spinach juice or some other saucy substance.

I admit that I sat alone with my skirt for a long time, carefully reflecting on that meeting with Clinton, and of course thinking about the possibility that it might have been semen. It would have been so much fun, I thought, if it had been semen. We had had nine encounters, and for the previous eight, he had refused to ejaculate, except for this one, where he ejaculated onto my skirt, as if God wanted me to have a little memory of him.

It was also very coincidental that it was at this time that Tripp called, in which she asked me what I was doing, and I said that I was about to take a couple of dresses that I was going to wear to the wash.

She asked me why I didn’t go, and I told her that I had found a little problem, but that there was something special on one of the dresses. She joked and said, “It’s not the semen you left behind when you had sex with that big boss, is it?”

“I hope not.” I said.

She seemed very surprised: “You met again?”

I said that I hadn’t had a chance to tell her because she had taken a vacation the other day, and that we had met again, and that we had made out together, and that he had ejaculated for the first time, and that he had done so with my help, and that I felt very smug about that.

While congratulating us on the further development of our relationship, she told me not to dispose of the dress for the time being, saying that she was curious to see if it was the Big Boss’s semen or not, that she was very curious about it and that, moreover, she thought it would give her an unexpected thrill.

The next night, she came with me to my apartment and then looked at the dress.

She was pretty sure that he said that it was semen, and since she was exposed to that kind of stuff more than I was, there was no way she could be wrong. She then asked for details of what happened when I was with Clinton.

Without even realizing it, I had begun to share my privacy with her, so it didn’t even occur to me that she might be harboring other agendas, and when she asked, I told her everything I could remember, including the last-minute moment when Clinton once again pulled his cock out of my mouth and the conversation that had taken place between us.

Tripp looked unusually excited while listening to all this, as if she was kissing Clinton’s sexual organs. It was then that I made some secret analysis of her with the eyes of a psychology graduate, and I felt that she was probably the kind of person who had been denied the pleasure of sexual intercourse for a long period of time, and thus had to rely on some auditory as well as visual stimulation plus her own imagination to satisfy herself. I even thought that she was a very sympathetic person, so when she heard those very erotic details and showed unusual excitement, I thought that I was actually doing her a favor, doing her a favor.

After listening to the whole process, she even held the dress under her nose and sniffed it, as if trying to smell the particular odor of the semen on it, and she suggested that I should not wash the dress or wear it any more, and that it should be preserved as a souvenir.

I would never have thought of keeping such a thing as a souvenir, but her words did remind me that it was something that could be kept as a souvenir, but nonetheless, I still thought that it looked a bit ridiculous, like an act of erotomania.

Tripp tried his best to persuade me that this was not an ordinary dress after all, it was a testament to our love.

She had seen many of the gifts Clinton had given me and listened to the phone messages, and she was as familiar with those things as I was. She said that those things could only show that there had been a friendship between Clinton and me, but not that we had interacted beyond that, and that there was nothing more than this dress to prove it. Yes, she said, it seemed absurd, even crazy, but there are so many things that you don’t always realize the importance of at the time, and it’s only when you look back on it many years later that you think it’s worth regretting not having a souvenir of any of it.

In order to persuade me to keep the dress, she told me many stories, both her own and others’, including one about a night she had with a minister of a certain country when she was in Europe. She said that she remembered that night for the rest of her life, but regretted that she didn’t have any souvenirs of it, which made the whole thing seem unreal, as if it had never happened at all, so that sometimes she wondered if it had even existed, or if she had dreamed it all up.

I don’t know if the story she told was true or not, but I guess I did let her convince me for the time being him, and I thought, well, it’s not like I’m short of clothes anyway, so I’ll just keep them for now.

It was also this time that I listened to her Clinton’s messages on my answering machine, in fact, Clinton had warned me to make sure that I washed those tapes in order to authorize them, and I told him outwardly that I had done that, but in fact I hadn’t. Because I felt that it was a proof that I was with Clinton, a cozy memory, especially when looking to miss him and could not contact him, I usually played those messages over and over again. Hearing his voice made me feel very happy, as if I were meeting him in person, and I admit that it was these messages that accompanied me during those extremely frustrating days, enabling me to believe that everything between me and Clinton was all real and developing, and not just a nice dream that I had had.

As soon as Tripp heard those messages, she was immediately sure she had heard that it was Clinton’s voice. Clinton called me baby and made kissing and sucking noises, then told me, “I’m sorry I kissed you.” Tripp was all red in the face when he heard it and said to me with great excitement, “That’s so exciting, he’s having phone sex with you!”

I know that afterward many Americans blamed me for leaving such important physical evidence as the dress and the phone messages, and they concluded that I had been premeditated in the whole affair, and that I had been preparing to use them to confirm the story and to make a name for myself. So they decided that Monica Lewinsky was a horrible, horrible, horrible person. Monica Lewinsky was a horrible, vicious woman.

In fact, that’s how I left the tape and the dress.

Later, one of the strongest pieces of evidence that Tripp had when she betrayed me was that she knew I had a dress like that, and she also knew that it had Clinton’s semen on it. So much so that I ended up having to turn the dress over to Starr, the independent prosecutor. It turned out to be confirmed that it was indeed semen on there, and a sample of Clinton’s blood was taken by a White House drug tester in the White House Map Room, and it was confirmed by DNA matching experiments at the FBI lab, as well as an even more precise RELP assay, that the semen on the dress matched Clinton’s DNA, and that the likelihood of a coincidence was only 7.87 parts per hundred billion in the white race. That means it would take adding up all the white people who have existed on the planet in a few hundred years to find an analogous one.

It is because of this evidence that Clinton has been thrust into a very awkward position.

I know very well that if it weren’t for Tripp, there wouldn’t have been so many people put in a very awkward position, and Clinton and I would still have a strong friendship, and in fact, we’re working toward that.

III. Last fling with the President

The last one-time contact I can recall with Clinton was in late March, or early April, but White House records make it very clear that day was Saturday, March 29th.

Like the previous one, this meeting was arranged by Clinton informing Currie.

All I can remember is that after lunch that day, I got a call from Currie saying that the President needed to see me immediately on an important matter.

I was very excited when I got the call, I had managed to make Clinton cum on the previous occasion so I thought I should try to finish fucking him this time. On that day, I was wearing pants instead of a skirt, which would have been an inconvenience. So, after putting down the phone, I immediately went into the hand washing ask and removed my underwear, wearing just my pants, and then rushed towards the White House.

Prior to this, I knew that Clinton had been on vacation to Florida, where he had broken his leg in a fall and at this point did not seem to have fully recovered. I had been so worried about him that I called Currie several times to ask her to set up a meeting for me; I had to see him and make sure he wasn’t in any serious trouble before I could let go. Meanwhile, it had been more than four months since his reelection as president, and there was still no word on my return to the White House. I had told some of my friends that I would be returning to the White House, and now, when they ask, I don’t know how I should answer them. Some of them still thought I was bragging, so I had to have a chance to ask Clinton what he really thought about that one, or what steps he was going to take.

It seemed to be exactly two o’clock when I arrived at the White House. Now, I don’t have to hide, because the person I came to see is Corrie, not Clinton, and anyone who asks, I can tell them so, and Corrie will also cover up this matter. With such an accomplice as Currie, what kind of complicated things have become unusually simple, no wonder Clinton would trust her so much, I’m sure, in this world, I’m afraid there is no one more loyal to Clinton than her.

In Corrie’s office, we talked casually, without any substance, all women’s greetings. I had the feeling that Currie was a very good secretary, that she knew what she was doing, and at the same time, she knew how she was supposed to do it and how to stay out of it as much as possible. Whether we were talking in person or on the phone, she tried as much as possible not to get into any personal matters between Clinton and me, and whenever that might come up, she was very skillful at getting out of the way.

Cory took me to Clinton’s study, and she told me to wait here for a while while she went to inform Clinton to meet me.

Soon Clinton came in on crutches.

When I saw him, I immediately stood up, went forward to support him, and asked him about his injuries. He replied that there was no longer any problem, and that he just needed a little time to recover.

So, I figured I had to get to the point, and before our sexual encounter, I should say what I’ve been holding in my heart and expect a clear answer from him.

But just as I had opened my mouth, he very suddenly listened to me. This was the second time that he had blocked my mouth with a kiss when I had wanted to say something; the previous time had been at the beginning of last year when we had first come into contact, when I had wished to talk to him about something, when I had hoped that he would give me a clearer statement about my existence. At that time, he blocked me with his lips, which blocked all that I wanted to say but did not, and it was that time that he made direct contact with my labia and my clitoris, which led to the first orgasm I had ever had with him.

This time again it was time for me to say something, and he obviously knew it, the issue about my job had been pending for more than ten months, and of course he should have given me a statement, or at least let me know whether he really meant it or not. However, he repeated his old favor and once again blocked my words.

Therefore, I had to give up the idea of having to talk and focus on kissing him.

At that moment, we were on the walkway leading from the den to the bathroom, and Clinton leaned his back against the wall as he unhooked my blouse, but didn’t loosen my bra. He slipped his hand through the bra and fondled my breasts, while his other hand went underneath me and stroked my pussy through my pants. This is a good opportunity, I thought, I should let him do what I want.

I unzipped my own pants and pulled his hand in, whereupon he began to caress and stimulate my pussy.

Of course, I was caressing him, too, as I kissed his chest and exposed his genitals again, stroking them with my hand.

I told him that the last time he ejaculated, that it was very satisfying and very exciting for me. I asked him how he felt and he said he was also very excited and that it was very pleasurable for him. But he also admitted that after he ejaculated, he felt a little weak, and it took him about ten minutes of lying on the couch before he felt somewhat recovered mentally and physically.

That statement worried me a little, if what he said was true, then he was obviously not fit for intercourse. However, I was very much looking forward to completing this, and the fact that his penis had never entered my vagina always made me feel that we hadn’t actually had a real sexual encounter.

Though hesitant, I brought up my idea.

Clinton didn’t reject the matter with great certainty this time, he just told me in a very moderate tone that he would like that too, but that he was unsure about it, and a little apprehensive about what might happen, and that it might end up having unmanageable consequences.

He asked me to forgive him for this, and emphasized again and again that it was not that he was unwilling to satisfy me, but that his heart was in the right place.

I had to back off and say that I understood him, but that I always felt something regrettable, so I wanted him to satisfy me once, even if it was to insert his penis into my vagina for a short time. I emphasized that it was only for a short time, as if I were going in to say hello, to show that they had been intimate, and then he could leave immediately, and I promised not to ask him again in the future.

He promised.

One of the problems we faced was that there were no beds for us to lie down on, sofas were available, but where there were sofas, they were all under the windows, so if there was someone outside, they could tell what was going on in there with just a quick glance, so we couldn’t go to those places. And where we were now, there was nothing but a wall for him to lean against. I figured he couldn’t be allowed to do that on the floor, and he had some work to do when it was over. Getting dirty or wrinkling his clothes, that wouldn’t be appropriate. So, if we wanted to have sex, there was only one way to do it and that was in a standing position.

However, I soon realized that we were faced with two major problems: one was that Clinton was so tall that even if I stood on tiptoe as hard as I could, I would not be able to get my pussy to touch his penis, much less get his penis in my vagina. Normally, there is another solution to this dilemma, and that is for him to squat down and use his penis to meet me, however, we had a second dilemma, and that was that he had injured his leg and was unable to bend it.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, “I let you down.”

I kissed him and then asked him if he could lightly rub my vulva with his penis. I knew that this should be possible, as long as I didn’t want the penis to penetrate, I could use external pressure on the penis to create a tilt downward, and I could stand on my tiptoes so that my pussy would be in contact with his penis and I could gently rub it.

“If that would make you happy, I’d be more than happy to.” He said.

So, we started to move. He pressed down on his cock with his hand while I held onto him, making myself go up as far as I could. Yes, I felt my pussy make contact with him, and I swung my body around and rubbed myself on it a few times before giving up. Because I felt so strained in that position, and it was hard to keep my center of gravity, I was worried that if I wasn’t careful I would make both of us, fall together, and that would probably aggravate his injured leg, and if that was the case, he probably wouldn’t be able to explain it to anyone.

Although it was not possible to make his penis penetrate my vagina or make more contact between our pussies, but after all, there was that momentary contact, which was really great, and I think that next time, we will definitely have the opportunity to proceed even deeper. Roads are made by people, aren’t they, and once you’ve taken a step forward, well, wouldn’t it be expected to take a few more?

I can’t deny that, at the time, I was unusually excited, even a little hard to hold myself.

Clinton obviously saw this, he is a very perceptive and very considerate man, and he certainly knew that I would be very hard if I didn’t get satisfaction. It was wonderful that he didn’t immediately ask me to suck his cock, but satisfied me first by bringing his hand up to my pussy and gently stroking my clit and labia as a wave of pleasure came over me like lightning.

Next, it was up to me to suck his cock, and this time, he didn’t push me away before he ejaculated I finished it for him for the second time.

We talked for about half an hour afterward.

Clinton told me that he suspected that a foreign embassy was listening to his phone calls, so it was possible that our calls were being tapped, and he suggested that we talk together about how we should cope if something did go wrong.

When I heard about this, I felt a bit scared, so I asked him what I should do.

He said he was concerned that these things might be asked about, and that if that was the case, we should be somewhat prepared for that, and that it might be a better idea for us all to be of the same caliber and say that we are friends with each other. Of course, one might be asked about those sex calls. Clinton said that if that were the case, I should tell the person who asked that we all knew that the phones were tapped all the time, and that we were just being deceptive when we said that, and that it was just a cover-up, and that it wasn’t really a sex call.

After that time, I really felt some fear, so for a while I was very depressed.

But after some time with no news, I felt that suspicion was nothing more than suspicion after all, and the possibility of the President of the United States having his private phone tapped just didn’t seem very likely to me. I talked to a few friends about this matter, including Tripp, who has done intelligence work for a long time and should have some understanding of these tactics. She said that the possibility, while not completely non-existent, is not very likely.

If Clinton’s phone is tapped by agents of other countries, then it can be said that the face of the United States is lost, then what face does the United States have to be the big brother of the world? What reason is there to state to the world that the Pools can maintain peace and stability in the world? It is hard to believe in an America where even self-preservation has become a possibility.

If what they are analyzing is true, then why did Clinton say that to me?

At that time, I was truly baffled. Of course, now I do have some understanding, and that is because he knew that he was facing an unprecedented predicament, so he had to do everything beforehand, so that I would not be taken by surprise when someone suddenly asked about it.

I suppose at that point, Clinton probably knew a lot of things that I didn’t, such as the Jones case and others, and he probably realized how much trouble he was going to be in because of it. Would it be offensive to me if he said it was because of his concerns about the Jones case?

Another point that needs to be made concerns my return to the White House, and back in January during a call with Clinton, he told me that this was something he had been working on. He admitted that he could have just ordered me to be placed in a position, but he didn’t want to do that; it wouldn’t have worked out well for either me or him, so he couldn’t help but think long and hard and seize the opportunity to make the arrangement.

Clinton told me that he had already spoken to a couple of people about this and they would arrange it.

Because of my repeated requests for him to state exactly what he had commissioned, and presumably having been pursued by me to the point where he had nowhere to hide, he said that he had spoken to Bob, the Deputy Director of Presidential Personnel. Nash about the matter, and, in addition, that he was going to find a suitable opportunity to talk to Scott about it.

Martha. Scott is one of the President’s deputies and has a very high status and ability to do things within the White House, so if the President did tell him about this and she is prepared to make it happen, then it should be very easy to do.

But for the next little while, Clinton either answered me, “Bob is taking care of it,” or said, “Don’t worry about it, Martha will take care of it, just be patient.”

Then, at my repeated request, on June 16th, I had a meeting with Miss Scott over my job, and frankly he said that meeting just drove me crazy; she didn’t even know my title or my current job situation, and it was obvious that she didn’t know anything about me. And, it seemed to me that she didn’t want to do anything at all to help me with my job at the White House. Instead, she seemed to urge me to put off the idea of going back to the White House.

My memory of that meeting is very vague, except that she asked me why I had to go back to the White House and hinted that it might not be good for me to go back to the White House because there were a lot of rumors about me in the White House, which, whether they were true or not, would obviously have a very bad effect on me. So, she concluded by saying, “There are so many long-winded people in the White House and people who seem to be overly concerned about other people’s privacy, and they’re all talking about all kinds of rumors about you, and if you go back to work in the White House, you’re going to be swamped with all that stuff. I’m really a little confused as to why you insist on going back to the White House under these circumstances.

I was really disappointed by what she said, and I think that what she needs to be concerned about is not the question of why I’m back in the White House, and I think that what she needs to do is to do what Clinton wants to do, and not ask why it’s done that way. I think that’s part of her job.

This meeting created a suspicion in me that Clinton may not have even talked to Scott about getting me a job, and that throwing out Scott was merely an excuse for him to do so in a perfunctory manner. It seemed that he really didn’t want me back in the White House. I felt like an object that had been used and then very ruthlessly discarded.

It was also around this time that my relationship statement with Clinton ended for good.

Now, if I look back rationally, it seems that the responsibility for this incident lies entirely on my side, but at the same time, I feel that this incident can not be blamed entirely on me, I am alone alone to bear so much pressure, and, there was a period of time, I was mercilessly kicked out of the White House, so that I thought of looking for someone to confide in. I think that’s what led Clinton to finally show his cards to me and to break up with me. If he had to say that the entire blame for this was on me, I felt I had nothing to say.

IV. An eventful year

I remember it was early April when Clinton called me and he asked me on the phone if I had told Marcia about our relationship, which I denied at the time. But Clinton said. Now there may be some trouble with this matter because Marcia seems to have said something to Walter, who in turn told Martha about it. Scott, who in turn told Clinton.

The call wasn’t too long that night, and Clinton kept talking about the same thing, and it sounded like he was very worried about it. He even hinted that he was thinking about what was going on between us, and that, perhaps, there had been some pitfalls in the matter, so it was time to give it some serious thought.

I did not tell Clinton the truth in this matter, and in fact, I talked to Marcia about my relationship with Clinton that one time when we were invited to the President’s weekly radio address. But if anyone thinks that I told her everything, that is absolutely not true. If there was anyone else who knew more about my relationship with Clinton besides the two of us, that person would be Tripp, followed by Dr. Cassandro, and next would be my Aunt Deborah. Marcia didn’t know even as much as Catherine or Nessa, and at the same time, all of them together didn’t know as much as Trip alone.

I think all of you now know what the biggest failure of my life was.

It wasn’t until after the whole thing was in full swing that it became clear to me the root cause of Clinton’s determination to terminate her relationship with me.

As it turns out, my family and friends are not the only ones who know about this, and there seems to be a lot of talk about it inside the White House. It’s not just inside the White House, it’s even outside the White House, and even Walter Kay has heard about it. Even Walter Kay heard about it. According to Walter, at first he refused to believe that what the people at the National Democratic Committee said was true, and he definitely didn’t believe that Clinton would be tripping over me, and he immediately believed what those people said, thinking that it was because I had actively seduced Clinton that such a thing had happened.

Later, he met Deborah at an event and said to her, “Your niece is very aggressive.” Deborah of course knows part of the truth of the matter, she heard this, she felt that I should see myself for me to say a word, so to Kay said: “Sir, please, before you say this, seriously investigate. You were the one who introduced her to the White House as an intern, and at the time, she was only a 20-year-old kid. Do you understand? What does a twenty-year-old kid know? Why don’t you find out how many calls he made to Lewinsky at midnight? I am sure that you would think something else if you understood the matter.”

Those words really freaked Walt out. Initially, when it was brought to his attention, he thought it was nothing more than a matter of attraction and being attracted, or trying to seduce, because the words he heard were that Lewinsky was frequently within the Oval Office perimeter, trying to get close to the President, and that in order to avoid appearing to be hurtful to the President, the White House moved her to the Department of Defense, but that didn’t seem to well have stopped Lewinsky, because she appeared as frequently as she did, and she appeared as often as she did in the places that the President had the be in places where he is likely to be. Anyone who hears such things would undoubtedly think that I was seducing the President or trying to get close to the President, and I would think the same thing if I had nothing to do with it and I happened to hear those words, which were intended to make people think that way.

However, Deborah said another fact, Clinton often call me at midnight, the old Walter immediately understood that things are far from what he thought so simple, so he was “shocked”, so in a suitable opportunity, he told the presidential deputy Martha. Scott, I hope Scott to find an opportunity to Clinton, about the matter between him and me, there has been some talk outside, if this matter persists, will cause great trouble.

It was after Ms. Scott made some innuendo about Clinton that he made that call to me and began to think about ending our relationship.

Again this event was arranged through Cory. It was May 24, 1997, a windy Saturday, an otherwise beautiful day. Cory called me at about eleven o’clock in the morning and told me that the President wanted me to meet him at the Palace at one o’clock in the afternoon, and that he wanted to talk to me about a very important matter, and that just from Cory’s tone of voice, there was nothing unusual at all, and that she seemed to have developed a habit or an instinct of doing everything without moving, and that afterwards I had wondered if perhaps she did not know about it, or if perhaps she did know about it at all, but that she would like to see the matter concluded as soon as possible. this matter to be over as soon as possible, for she knew very well in her heart that she would be in a piece of trouble if it would end up going wrong somewhere.

In fact that’s exactly what happened and she ended up in trouble. I don’t like her too much, but I will say in her defense that she is a brand new person and an extremely capable woman, and she did everything that anyone in her position would probably do, and it wasn’t her fault. It’s not her fault that everyone is struggling to survive, that they curry favor with their bosses in the hope of being trusted and promoted, that everyone is competing to keep their current position and fight for a better existence, that’s the instinct that society imposes on everyone. Therefore, I would like to express my gratitude for all that Cory has done for me and apologize for all the trouble I have caused her.

That day, I felt in a particularly good mood, probably because of the spring, but also because of the nice weather that day. Spring always gives some logos, some hope, and on a day like that it would be a bit too much not to be in a good mood, because you’d be hard pressed to find better circumstances than that. It was in this good frame of mind that I received a call from Cory, and it was only natural that I should think of what was to come.

For a month after Clinton called and asked if I had told Marcia about our relationship, I was apprehensive, always thinking that something bad was going to happen, and, I didn’t get a call from Clinton during that month or so. There were many times; I called Cory, hoping that she could arrange for me to meet Clinton once, I think, because I was really depressed, in the phone call to Cory, a little bit of mouth, and even sometimes cried out in pain. To this, Currie’s answer is always: the President is very busy, when he is free, I will tell him that you have called.

Now, his message has finally come. I was excited for this moment. When I woke up in the morning, I had already taken a shower, but I washed myself very carefully again for even the coming meeting. I thought that for this meeting, I must let him penetrate inside me, so my sexual hygiene was very important for him. Even though I have always been very careful about the hygiene there, this time I still washed it very carefully and meticulously.

I didn’t put on any panties for ease of contact, and, for a moment, I thought about going without a bra, but soon realized that it wouldn’t work because my breasts were just a little too big. Large breasts would be welcomed by men, but they might not necessarily be a good thing for a woman, or at least they would cause some trouble in moving around, especially when they swung especially hard without a bra, giving the impression that one couldn’t get a grip on one’s center of gravity. I had to give up the idea of not wearing a bra. Of course, I won’t forget the straw hat I bought to go with the hatpin he gave me, and I think he will be very happy when I go to see him wearing that hat with the hatpin he gave me.

I sat at home for a few moments, but was too excited to quiet myself, and I had to leave my apartment early and head for the White House. The appointed time was one o’clock, but it was not even half past twelve when I reached the White House. I thought; I might be able to wait at Currie’s.

In fact, I had been sitting there for just under ten minutes when Currie led me into the Presidential Dining Room, where Clinton had just finished lunch, and where I handed him the gift I had given him, a jigsaw puzzle as well as a shirt with the United States of America on it.

Clinton received the gift and simply faded he said thank you and didn’t open it right away, that made me feel a little bad but I couldn’t be bothered to snap because Cory was around.

Clinton then got up from the table and led us into his study, and told Corrie that he had some words with me, and that Corrie should go and wait for me in the dining room, and that she would see me out of the place when we were through. Corrie promised, and retired.

After Cory left, I wanted to argue with him about the gift, but considering that it was really not easy for us to see each other once, and I did not want to make everyone unhappy over a small matter, I held back and took the initiative to go up to him, put my arms around his neck, and gave him a kiss. Soon, I felt that Clinton was very reluctant and even had a kind of resistance. This time, I was really angry, asked him: “What’s going on? Am I not your sweetie anymore?”

He gently pushed me away and told me that we had to have a serious talk, that things had changed, that many things had come up that he hadn’t expected at first, and that he had to make some arrangements, or rather, that he couldn’t afford not to take action. There were things that, though he didn’t want to, there was nothing he could do about it.

The look on Clinton’s face really freaked me out, and it was at this point that I felt that this meeting was very special.

If I had to find a previous similarity in my own memory, then I immediately thought of the one early last year, in which he proposed to end our relationship during that meeting.

I felt a great fear, for I had had an inkling that things might be very bad, and that, perhaps, he would bring up the old story again, or that what Scott had said to him had worked, and that for a month or more he had been thinking of a way out of it, and now he thought it was time for a showdown with me. I definitely don’t want that to be the outcome, I want us to keep going, even if I’m always his lover and not his wife. As long as he loves me sincerely, that’s enough.

“What the hell are you trying to say?” I was a little panicked, so my voice was a little shaky.

He told me to sit down because we had to have a good talk and be as calm as possible. He said that there are some things that not only can’t be solved by impulse alone, but it can only mess things up.

I thought, I do have to sit down, even if more trouble arises, we sit and talk, that is more like I am sincere. Also, I warned myself that I must be calm, this is the most critical moment, only by being calm, can I fight for my chance. He’s right, if it’s too impulsive.

It would only make things worse, and calmness would instead find a better way.

When he saw me sitting down, he began to say what he had already thought about. He said that he had thought about our relationship for a long time, and finally had to make a decision that was painful to him, so he brought me here today to officially tell me that our relationship had come to an end, and that, in the future, there would be no more of that kind of intimacy that had happened before, and that he couldn’t do that again.

He said that he knew that relationship was wrong, but he couldn’t help it a bit because he thought I was just too cute and mesmerizing for him, and so the emotional charge made him lose his mind and do something that could have caused us problems. Now, this has to end, so that it is good for both him, and me.

“I don’t think so.” I said, “Frankly speaking, I don’t think you’re an affectionate person, and I also don’t think that those opinions are completely fabricated and caught in the wind. But I have always believed that those for me, there is no meaning, I want the present and the future. I don’t need anything from you, I don’t need you to make any promises to me, simply just that we keep this wonderful relationship going. I don’t think that’s too much to ask, it’s what I deserve for my commitment.”

“I understand how you feel.” He said : “Actually, my feelings are the same as yours. I also don’t want such a thing to happen between us, but the situation forced me to do so.”

Then he talked about himself. He said that he had to admit that his marriage to Hillary had many problems, sometimes very principled ones, early on, and that he did have many extramarital relationships at that time.

He did not want to deny those things, he did not want to hurt those women who had given him good times and good memories, but he felt that he could not help but bring his own trouble and pain, about his choice of politics, so he was often pushed to the forefront, he felt like being stripped naked by the people in general, that is very embarrassing. Because of all these reasons, around the age of forty, he began to realize the fact that the feeling of having an amorous relationship with a woman outside of his marriage, although very beautiful, brought about consequences, compared with the beauty of the time, gave people more profound damage. So, from then on, he decided to start being faithful to his marriage.

He said that when he thought back on those events now, many of them were extremely painful, and the feeling of helplessness that he could not help himself was something that he would never forget. He mentioned a woman in a very general way, saying that when they were first together, it was purely because they were deeply attracted to each other, and that every minute and every second they spent together was pleasurable. He had thought that that relationship would be the treasure of his life, but he had not expected that things would change radically.

That woman later went so far as to tell the community everything about them, that which had belonged to the two of them, even adding in a lot of things that might be of interest to people that didn’t actually belong to them.

Clinton said that, in fact, he understands her, and knows that she can’t help it, because her name, being on a list, whether she admits it or denies it, the outcome won’t be much different, and her reputation will suffer to some extent. So he had no objection to her telling the truth to some extent. On the other hand, he certainly hoped that she would understand him.

Because of the fact that this incident was exploited by some people, the beautiful relationship they once had became a bullet that was shot at him. In order to protect himself, he had to come forward and say something else. He knew, of course, that those words were untrue and against his will. He hoped that she would understand that and was very confident that she would. However, that was not the case, and the old understanding between them was completely gone, and in a sense they had become enemies. It was too distressing a thing for him to believe that either he or she would have wanted such a thing to happen, and he also believed that the subjective efforts of neither wanted to direct things to their actual outcome, and then, once things had happened, they were no longer under the control of their subjective wills, and eventual harm was inevitable.

I believe he was alluding to Jennifer. In a sense, I can well understand him and what he is saying about not being able to help himself and the fact that things are no longer controlled by subjective will, and that no one wants to hurt the other, and that in fact, that hurt is inevitable once things become public, and is no longer controlled by the will of any individual at all, and can quickly and rapidly move in the direction of saying the exact opposite of what is subjective will.

Clinton further said that since he decided to be faithful to his marriage, he has not had any more extramarital affairs. He also spoke briefly about Jones’ accusations against him, which he vehemently denied ever having, and said that at that point, he thought something like that might never happen again in his life, but to his surprise, he met me. He said he was deeply attracted to me, he liked my fire-like passion, like the body of the beauty of youth, like from me to see the vitality of life. As he has told me many times before, being with me makes him feel younger, makes him love life more, and gives him more confidence and strength to cope with everything he faces.

He said that he was not quite sure what kind of mentality it was, but it was true that before he met me, his attitude towards certain things was completely different from that after he knew me. At that time, he would think that he was already an old man, his days were numbered, and he should cherish his physical strength and life more, and that he should not fight for certain things like a young man, because that no longer meant much to him. But then his thinking changed, and he felt that his life had been re-energized, and his attitude towards many things became more positive.

I was very impressed with what he talked about. But at the time, I did not think seriously about it; I was merely considering what I should do to save our relationship. But now, as I calmly contemplated everything, this remark came very clearly to my mind, and I felt that I should also analyze this remark from a psychological point of view.

I believe I have talked about the results of the analysis many times before, that is, the issue of the President’s libido versus his ability to govern. In fact, it is a very simple question. At one point, I thought I had lost my libido, and so I felt uninterested, and everything no longer made sense to me. I think, for an older person, sexual desire on his impact, it is likely to be more profound, strong sexual desire to make them feel their own body’s great vitality, so they will have a strong piece of progress: on the contrary, if they lose their sexual desire, they will think that their life is disappearing, progress for them has no practical significance, therefore, they are in a lot of problems, they will take a negative attitude, and even Therefore, they will take a negative attitude towards many issues, and even give up many of their plans and endeavors on their own initiative.

In conclusion, Clinton said that between him and me, it was the last relationship he would ever have in this cow, and that he would have loved for us to have had a beautiful beginning and to have had a beautiful end. He would always consider her his best friend and would want me to treat this the same way and always keep our friendship alive.

Of course I refused to be willing to do that, but I had calmed down enough to know that any over-hasty attitude was unlikely to lead to a good outcome, so I smiled as much as I could and tried to persuade him that I wanted to keep our relationship going. I and admitted to him that everything was my fault, that I had ruined our relationship, and that this incident had caused me a lot of pain. At the same time, I lied to him and assured him that while I had mentioned to Marcia that we were good friends, I had definitely not mentioned the nature of our relationship to anyone.

He told me that this was no longer a fundamental issue and that he did not want to pursue the matter. He made this decision simply because he felt that if this matter continued, it would likely be a repeat of what had happened, and would hurt each other deeply. He didn’t want that, he didn’t want us to start with something good and end with hurt and pain.

When we parted, I asked him to kiss me, and after a slight hesitation, he satisfied me.

After leaving the White House, I could no longer control myself and cried bitterly. I did think a lot at that time, and the first thing that came to mind was that I had to accept the fact that I was not in complete denial of my responsibility in the whole affair. Although our relationship was widely publicized, I had realized that it was simply unavoidable and had been a fact for a long time. At the same time, I also believe that it was a mistake for me to have told some of my friends about it, and that I should therefore bear some responsibility for it.

At the same time, I was very upset, I was so enamored of the moments with him that I thought I would never see him show me naked sex again — the fervor and fascination of seeing him explore my breasts and other more mysterious places with his mouth, of seeing his tongue glide over my sensual depths. I really felt a great fear, a deep loss.

But I also can’t deny that there’s still a tail of our relationship, like that President’s Day separation, and that soon, when he feels calmer, or after the storm of trouble about him has passed, he’ll remember the warmth we once had together, and will once again reach out to me with a phone call or a note, and plan another of our new dates.

I’m very confident about that. And because of that confidence, I’m even more eager to get back to work in the White House.

It should be noted in particular that just three days after Clinton announced to me the end of the relationship, the Supreme Court ruled on the appeal of Clinton’s lawyers, and the nine justices (these nine justices represent the highest judicial power in the United States, in the United States, the government, Congress, as well as the courts of the three branches of government, each in its own way. Translation), by a ratio of nine to zero, denied Clinton’s lawyers’ request to adjourn the Jones case until after the president’s term of office had expired, and refuted each of the several grounds in the request, arguing, firstly, that in the United States, no matter who it is, even the president of the country is not allowed to have a privilege when it comes to judicial matters. Especially this is a civil lawsuit, not a lawsuit caused by the office of the president or presidential decisions, so the president must appear in court even if he is in office; second, in response to Clinton’s aides emphasizing that the president is too busy with his official duties to take time off from his duties, the justices argued that this is untrue, because all the people of the United States have seen the presidents ride horses (referring to Reagan), go fishing (referring to Carter), and play golf (referring to Ford and Clinton), and they seem to have a lot of leisure and time. The justices, of course, also took into account the president’s busy schedule, so they asked the district court to hear the case, counter time control within a month, if the president is too busy to get away, and to try to match the president’s schedule; third, on the possibility that there will be a lot of women in order to be famous to sue the president, the justices adopted the Times’ statement on this issue, “If such a situation arises, then Congress will legislate to give the president the right to sue the president for fame, and then Congress will legislate to give the president the right to sue the president. If that happens, it is not too late for Congress to legislate for presidential immunity, and the founding principles of the United States must not be sacrificed to that possibility.”

I wonder if Clinton was aware of this Supreme Court ruling beforehand?

Obviously, the reopening of the case would be a major challenge for Clinton, and if a Monica Lewinsky popped up in the meantime and claimed that she was still sexually involved with Clinton, the jury would declare that they didn’t trust Clinton because of possible character issues. If a Monica Lewinsky comes out of nowhere and claims to be in a sexual relationship with Clinton, the jury will declare that they don’t trust Clinton because of his possible character issues, and he will lose the case.

Although the President of the United States is not without civil lawsuits, but was sued for sexual harassment, Clinton is absolutely up to the present only one, the success or failure of this lawsuit, for his historical image, has an extremely important impact, of course, he will not disregard this point.

Both times I proposed to break up, there was a particular connection with the Jones case, and I really wasn’t sure what kind of impact the Jones case would have in my life, which later proved to be so great that I couldn’t imagine and simply couldn’t accept it.

At this point, my relationship with Clinton  came to an unsatisfactory conclusion. At the time, though, I determined that we would continue, and, indeed, we have been in contact since, including several private meetings.

The first time was on July 4, when our relationship seemed to be improving, but in fact it did not. In retrospect, it was an extremely impulsive “visit”, but also a very warm memory, when I walked into Clinton’s study, said a few words, and then argued with him. I couldn’t help myself, our relationship seemed to be over, and his promise to make arrangements for my return to the White House had not been honored. So, the day before this, I gave him a letter with a bit of a threat. In the letter, I told him a set of threatening falsehoods in a suggestive tone, and I said that I had told my parents that after the election I would return to work in the White House.

But now more than a year after the election, I still haven’t been able to get back to the White House, and they’ve asked about it many times.

They’ve been hounding me about why I can’t go back, and I’ve been at a bit of a loss as to what to do; perhaps, I should explain everything to them. At the same time, I considered the other possibility that he would not even consider me for a return to the White House, so I had to make some plans. I asked him, if I could not go back to the White House, if he would consider offering me a job in another branch of government, such as the United Nations headquarters in Washington, New York.

Clinton was obviously frightened by the implication of my letter, so he asked Corleone to arrange a meeting for the next day. He claimed that he had not seen the letter, while at the same time scolding me: “Threatening the President of the United States is an illegitimate act.” He said he always considered me his best friend.

I was so desperate and impulsive that I confronted him. I told him that I thought he was nothing more than a hypocrite, that he had never been serious, and that I felt like I was dreaming. Later, I burst into tears.

So, Clinton came up and hugged me tightly and told me that he actually wanted to spend more time with me, but…

I then saw a florist working outside the window of the study and told him so, so we turned into the foyer by the bathroom where we embraced. It was one of the most affectionate embraces since we had been dating, and he very tenderly caressed my hands and hair, kissed my lips my face and my neck, and continually complimented me on my beauty.

“Actually, you know, I’d love to be with you a little more, and I’m very bitter about this whole thing of us being apart.” He said.

Thinking that perhaps he might have more time after he left office, I said, “Perhaps, in three years you will have more time, and then, you can call me anytime.”

He seemed to say, with a little bit of a pallor, “I don’t know a lot of things that could happen in three years’ time, and maybe, it’s possible that I’ll be alone by then.”

So, we were looking forward to the future all the time and the atmosphere immediately loosened up.

He joked he said, “Wow, when I’m 75 years old, what are we going to do, I’m going to pee 25 times a day?”

I said, “We’ll do that.”

Before I left, a thought occurred to me when Tripp told me that Newsweek was curating  an article because Kathleen. Willie claimed that she had been sexually harassed by Clinton when she was in the Oval Office. I knew that Willie was not in a very good place at the time, she was hoping for a paying job, and I was concerned that she would become another Paula. Jones, so I told him about it, hoping that he would have a way to set the matter right. I did not, however, tell him that it was Trip who told me about it. In my heart, I have always regarded Trip as my best friend, and I don’t want Clinton to know that Trip played a role in this matter and then do anything against her, and I think that if Clinton knew about Trip’s existence, the things that I am worried about, are highly likely to happen, and as a friend, I should protect Trip.

When Clinton heard about it, his tone was a little cold he said, “That’s a ridiculous statement, because I would never go near a woman with small breasts like Willie.” And I was told that Willie had actually called Nancy before that. Henrich had actually called Nancy and told her that a reporter was writing a story about Willie and the President, and that Willie was worried about how to disassociate himself from the story.

I guess at that point, I did get carried away with Clinton’s emotional attack and really thought he would think about our possible future. So on the same day I told a few friends who knew about the meeting and the conversation, and I told them that Clinton had hinted at the possibility of divorcing Hillary and marrying me after his term in office, and that I was now looking forward to it with a sense of urgency. But now, I am very skeptical of this, and I believe Clinton made a shameful political maneuver on me at the time because he was afraid that I would join Jones, or Willie, or Starr, and so had to sweeten the pot a little bit to get me to fantasize and hope for something.

It was with this in mind that I embarked on a short trip.

After this meeting, I happened to have a short holiday, so I went to Princeton, New Jersey, for a short trip, and it was during this trip that I met Burns, “Lewinsky’s Australian boyfriend”, who was later much publicized by the media. There were various reports in the media about my relationship with Burns, which created the impression that I had already recognized him as my fiancé and that we had had a very deep love affair.

It even says that Burns said that his romantic relationship with me was unaffected even after the revelation of what happened between me and Clinton. I recognized that Burns was my friend, but to say he was my boyfriend would be premature. We only had a brief contact in Princeton, and, at that time, there were several other Australian businessmen present, although I do not deny that I have some feelings for Burns, but that did not rise to the level of romance, not to mention that at that time, between me and Clinton, is still coupled, I simply could not accept any other man in that situation. As for the media to talk about my relationship with Burns in the future, I really think it is a bit funny, who can say in the future?

How could I have ever imagined that I would have that kind of relationship with Clinton before I was an intern in the White House?

At the beginning of the contact with Clinton, if I had foresight, it would not have been possible to create the present unbearable situation at all, therefore, I think it is too distant and absurd to talk about the future now, not to mention the fact that the future is not the expectation of a certain person.

It was the night I returned from my trip that I got word from Currie that Clinton had something important to see me about immediately. It must have been July 14th, and I had just returned to Washington when I received a summons from Currie. Rush immediately to the White House to see Clinton. It was a meeting that was so unusual in my sense of running hundreds of miles and being exhausted.

After the meeting, Clinton asked me if the woman I mentioned last time was Linda Tripp. This question came very suddenly, and I was at a loss as to whether I should tell Clinton, or if I did, whether I was betraying my friend. I really felt very difficult, he rushed to me at this time, and the first sentence is the matter, obviously the situation has become serious, he had to take some measures. At that time, I was still looking forward to his hints at our previous meeting, and I thought, if I did not protect him, who could? Besides, I had only confirmed that Trip had indeed told me about it, and had not stated anything else, which should not be considered a betrayal of a friend. Besides, when Tripp told me about this, she did not emphasize to me that I must not tell Clinton, she told me about this, there should also be a meaning for me to remind Clinton to be careful.

After I confirmed his questioning, he said to me: there seems to be some change in the matter, but there no longer seems to be too much of a problem with Willie, and today, she has called the White House again, saying that some people already know about her first call to the White House and are ready to make a big deal out of it. At the same time, she also said that she has been trying to get out of her relationship with the matter, and she has emphasized over and over again that she is a staunch defender of the President, not the kind of woman who stabs the President in the back, and that she allows the President to trust her.

Clinton did seem to trust Willie, and he indicated to me that the issue at hand was not Willie; he was more worried about Tripp. He analyzed that he suspected that I might have inadvertently told Tripp about Willie’s call, and that Tripp had then provided it to Isikoff, and I admitted to him that I had indeed told Tripp about it, but in Tripp’s defense I said that she was not the type of person to sell out her friends, and that the matter must have gotten out from some other source, such as perhaps Willie himself.

He was obviously more worried about Trip, and at the same time, he was very worried about me. I think, by then, he might have guessed that I might have told more to others than I admitted to him. He told me that he wasn’t worried about Willie because between them, nothing had ever happened at all. On the contrary, I was a very important link, because what had happened between us, if it ever got out, would completely destroy him. He asked me if I had told Trip about us, and I lied to him and said no.

Apparently, Clintonwell didn’t take my word for it completely, and he wanted me to convince Tripp to call one of his attorneys. I immediately understood his intentions; he wanted Tripp to be his witness in this matter. As long as Tripp became his witness, then she could not give any testimony against Clinton or she would be prosecuted.

In fact, in many cases, it was established that witnesses were being sold, and this is how it was done.

The meeting was very brief, as Clinton had a conference to attend.

Later, I called Tripp as Clinton had wanted me to and told her what Clinton had wanted. Once again, Tripp told me that she would never say anything about what had happened between us, and that at the same time, she didn’t want to be dragged into the Jones case, and she didn’t want to invite any trouble for herself. So, she refused to call one of Clinton’s lawyers. At the time, I thought Tripp’s behavior was understandable, and if it were me, I think I would not want to be implicated in it, anyone who wants to live a more free and easy life, no one wants to give that kind of testimony, especially since Tripp was aware of what was going on between Clinton and me, and if Jones’s lawyers asked about it she would be $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ from the answer.

When I told Clinton about it, he was in a very bad mood. Of course, I later learned that he was probably in a bad mood not only because of Tripp’s lack of cooperation, but also because Willie would be appearing on 60 Minutes a few hours later. I don’t know if Clinton knew anything about what Willie was going to say at that point, but because Tripp had told me so many bad things about Willie, I believed Tripp’s claim that Willie was a woman who could not be trusted. Tripp told me that Willie needed money so badly that she would go out of her way to sell out her friends to get what she wanted.

In fact that’s exactly what happened, and although I believe, as do many of the American people, that of the many allegations against Clinton, Willie’s are the least credible, she still went on the air that night talking about Clinton’s sexual harassment of her and citing numerous examples in an attempt to convince the nation that Clinton had insulted, trampled on her trust in him, and caused her to suffer a crushing blow to her soul.

At one point afterward, I spoke to Clinton about Willie, and he refused to say anything about it. But I could tell that he couldn’t hide his anger at Willie.

We met alone twice more, on July 24, the day after my birthday, and on August 16, three days before his. On the first occasion, Clinton gave me an antique pin as a birthday present.

That time we met for a very short time because his time was very limited. The latter time we met, I arrived at his office early, set up a square of cloth with apples on it that I had brought with me, lit a birthday candle, and set out the gift I had given him.

He walked in just as I was finishing up and I sang him a birthday song and wished him a happy birthday. After he accepted his gift, I said to him, “Can we share a birthday kiss to celebrate our birthdays?

Because my birthday was but eight weeks ago.”

“Yes, we can be accommodating today.” He said. So we kissed.

I stroked his genitals through his pants and noticed that it was erect. I then asked to suck him off, but he refused, saying that he didn’t want to go on like that and that he just wanted to be decent from now on. I could sense that he seemed to want to, but knew he couldn’t be that way, so he looked very frustrated and his face was a bit grim. I did get a chill down my spine as I felt that we had become very distant and had begun to be strangers. I longed very much to be taken in his arms and for us to be together taking all the pleasure that we could give each other. But very sadly, that no longer seemed possible.