Behind the headlines, there was one fascinating woman. Above all, she lacked worldly wisdom, as her mother observes: "While the two years she had spent in Portland had been good for her, she knew very little of the real world. They introduced themselves as agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, extending their shiny steel badges rather than their hands to confirm their identities. Betrayal at Pentagon City. Monica pulled away in revulsion.That July, however, she first saw President Clinton in the flesh and came to realize exactly what the "tons and tons of women" were talking about. "All I could think of was 'Wow!' My excitement wasn't because it was President Clinton on the other side of the door, but because it was the President." Wide-eyed with excitement, she naturally couldn't wait to tell her friends that, after just two weeks working as an intern at the White House, only the thickness of a door separated her from the world's most powerful man.There was another and more pressing worry. A three-hour lunch a couple of days earlier had been a dragging ordeal, Monica forced to be pleasant as she listened to the other woman's evasions and her sly excuses. In a buttoned-down, secretive community in which every move is calculated, she was a little too willing, too open and too straightforward for her own good. Yet while it was an exciting and enticing prospect, her anticipation of this new life was tinged with regret. I thought to myself: 'Now I see what all the girls are talking about.'"Monica knew none of this, however, as she stopped off at the Starbucks coffee shop for her usual brew, a large latte, skimmed, with sweetener and a shake of chocolate and cinnamon. Please, somebody save me. As far as she was concerned, the fact that she had had an affair with a married man, even if he was the most powerful individual in the free world, was nobody's business but her own. Once outside, she climbed into her brother's Jeep Cherokee and nursed it through the morning traffic for the fifteen-minute journey to her new gym on fashionable Connecticut Avenue.What she did not know then, however, was that her friend, Linda Tripp, had in fact been bent on betraying her for almost a year. The President's message was to say nothing. Read the Review. She had been ordered to make a sworn statement in a civil case brought by Paula Jones, a clerical worker from the President's home state of Arkansas, who claimed that, in May 1991, when he had been state Governor, he had sexually harassed and assaulted her. Relieved, she resumed her reading of the paper, only to be interrupted by another page from "Mary," who now pushed the meeting back to a quarter to one.
She delayed, worried about the look on the face of her "Handsome"-her affectionate nickname for the President-if he were ever to discover that she had revealed their intimate secret. We just want to talk to you. You know her name, you know her face, and you think you know her story: the pretty young intern who began an illicit affair with the President of the United States-- a liaison that ignited an unprecedented political scandal and found Bill Clinton as the second U.S. president to ever be impeached.
She was leaving the person she loved, the one man who had occupied her every waking moment and invaded her restless nights for the last two years--the President of the United States.As this unlikely group now ascended the escalators Monica was screaming in her head to the passing parade, "Help! The President had a reputation as a flirt and a womanizer, and his large circle of female admirers shared gossip, making knowing remarks about certain women in the White House who may or may not have been among his many alleged mistresses.She was in shock and she was panicking, but most of all she was in deep, deep trouble. This is her story. And he certainly would find that out if Linda Tripp were to swear an affidavit expressing what she knew of Monica's affair with him.
Borrow this book to access EPUB and PDF files. Behind the headlines, there was one fascinating woman. Monica Lewinsky. How could I ever have trusted her, and trusted her for so long? My heart skipped a beat, my breathing came a little faster and there were butterflies fluttering in my tummy," Monica says. Despite being bright, lively and motivated, she never fitted into the mold of a White House worker.Suddenly the public-address system came to life and a voice announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States accompanied by the First Lady." As the military band struck up "Hail to the Chief," there he was on stage. Monica asked Betty to wish the President "Good luck," knowing that he was due to give his sworn statement in the Paula Jones case on the following day."Ma'am, you are in serious trouble," they told her ominously, before adding, "But we would like to give you an opportunity to save yourself." Gasping for air, she looked plaintively at the two agents and then at Linda Tripp. In her rasping voice she told her young friend, "Trust me, Monica, this is for your own good. This is her story. "I had only ever seen him on TV and I never thought of him as attractive," she says. Now that friend was threatening to go public.
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