Excerpts from a lost chapter of Hillary Clinton’s Living History

My mouth hung open in disbelief for what seemed like an eternity. But Bill just looked me in the eyes across our bed, and for a moment I remembered that aura of little-boy sexiness that had first drawn me to him all those years ago at Yale Law School.

And then I remembered that he’d let That Fat Intern suck him off under his desk while attending to matters of national importance, in clear violation of the fellatio embargo we’d negotiated as my twentieth anniversary present. Sure, there had been the Paula Joneses and Gennifer Flowerses and the odd female professional golfer. This time he’d really crossed the line. I’d been saving the under-the-desk trick for a special occasion and to spice up our sex life, and now that was ruined for us.

I was livid at being betrayed; moreover, it had taken me three years to come up with the under-the-desk surprise idea. I’m bad with gifts.

I’d spent years at his side as his partner, keeping his secrets locked away and safe from public scrutiny. There had been the weekly burlesque review starring George Stephanopolous in a sequined dog collar and French maid outfit…

…I decided I was going to get back at him for this latest, galling infidelity. I won’t say exactly how I began to even the score to my satisfaction, but it involved a ride on Air Force One with Martha Stewart, a bottle of my favorite wine, and the realization that there is a very special kind of release in exploring new territory with another super-powerful woman with the same haircut.

Guffaw.

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