But Mimi Alford, a White House intern from New Jersey, was smitten nonetheless. “He barely acknowledged my arrival, betraying no hint of what had happened between us just a few days before. He refused to kiss her on the lips when they made love. When she was finished, he was outside in the West Sitting Hall, where their evening had begun. “He, on the other hand, was matter-of-fact, and acted as if what had just occurred was the most natural thing in the world.” “Would you like something to eat? On the ride home, it “kept echoing in my head: I’m not a virgin anymore.” The next week, she was again invited to go swimming.
I said no, but he just went ahead and popped the capsule and held it under my nose.” He didn’t try it himself. The president silently watched.” Alford, then Mimi Beardsley, says that later the president apologized to them both. Powers put her in touch with a woman who had a contact for a doctor. “I had never seen real grief in my relatively short life,” she writes.
“This was a new sensation, and it frightened me,” Mimi recalls. ’ “It was a dare, but I knew exactly what he meant. I don’t think the president thought I’d do it, but I’m ashamed to say that I did . Another time, she writes, while back at Wheaton, she thought she was pregnant and told Powers. While Jackie was still recovering in Cape Cod, Kennedy was back at the White House.
She was in the midst of an 18-month affair with the most powerful man in the world, sharing not only John F. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him in the eye,” she writes. “This was the beginning of our affair,” she writes.
Kennedy’s bed but also some of his darkest and most intimate moments. In a moment of reflection, Alford wonders “if I could have resisted him.
“I was sitting next to him in the living room when a handful of yellow capsules — most likely amyl nitrate, commonly known as poppers — was offered up by one of the guests.
The president asked me if I wanted to try the drug, which stimulated the heart but also purportedly enhanced sex. Kennedy, alone and grieving the death of his infant child, Patrick Bouvier Kennedy, reached out for his young confidante.
When she told the president about the introduction, he lost his composure. He then invited her to Washington when Jackie was away.
“Stay away from him,” he commanded, likely worried that Johnson could use knowledge of the affair against him. “I’m trying to make sure you remember me.” Within a week of her return to college, she got a call from Michael Carter. A car service would pick her up and drive her to the airport, where a paid ticket to DC would be waiting for her.
On a trip to Yosemite National Park, she noticed a pattern, which she called “the Waiting Game.” She was told to stay put in her hotel until the president called for her, which meant sitting around for hours.