When I speculated a couple of weeks ago that the break-up between Al Gore and his long-time childhood sweetheart may have been triggered by events which thus far escaped the glare of the public spotlight - I hit the jackpot - alright!
Background:
Post: 07/05/10
http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/07/al-goregroping-investigation-where.html
Post: 06/01/10
http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/06/al-goreand-wife-tipper-to-separate.html
Post: 06/02/10
http://ijulian.blogspot.com/2010/06/al-goredated-without-tippers-knowledge.html
In the past few days, sordid details of the alleged groping incident have been released to the press, and the tawdry tale reads like a cheap dime-store novel!
The 73-page tome details with no-holds barred the brief encounter between a hire-by-the-hour massage therapist (I use the term loosely) and the former Vice President who was referred to Hotel Staff as a "special guest".
If the enterprising babe was intrigued at idea of gleaning the identity of the mysterious traveller from the front-desk register, she was SOL!
Al Gore booked into his suite under an assumed name.
Mr. Stone!
A pebble for your thoughts, folks.
According to the police report, Mr. Gore greeted the stranger at the entrance of the suite, with a long lingering embrace.
"I was a bit taken aback by it," the masseuse blurted to the police in charge of the investigation.
Why did she not recoil in disgust?
Allegedly, the Hotel informed her prior to the session, that the individual scheduled for the massage was a VIP.
"A powerful man," they stressed.
So, the Hotel Lucia was giving him the Royal Treatment, according to sources.
Dollar signs must have been floating inside that conniving head of hers, because she proceeded to not only "service" Al Gore, but take note of all the salacious details for future posterity.
For example, the muscle-soother noted to investigators right off-the-bat that Gore instructed her to massage the inside of the thighs.
"I mentally noted that a request for adductor work is a bit unusual because it can be a percursor to inappropriate behaviour by a male client."
At his insistence, her hands fluttered up to his stomach to work the muscles in that region - at which point - Bill Clinton's former second-hand man began to moan!
At this juncture, the masseuse sauntered into more turbulent waters.
Gore instructed her to massage farther down.
"Go lower," he demanded.
When the clever gal chose a "safe non-sexual" area of muscle, Gore not only reacted angrily - but - uttered up sharp loud verbal grunts.
She recalled that he grabbed her right hand, shoved it down under the sheet, and shouted:
"There!"
At this point in the titillating tale, Police officers were no doubt all ears with a slight rise in their levi's.
The masseuse, as it turns out, had quite a flair for the dramatic too.
She alleged that Gore abruptly changed his tone all-of-a-sudden "as though he had switched personalities."
Then, he pleaded for release of his second chakra, according to the slightly-off miracle-worker.
"This was yet another euphenism for sexual activity," she insisted to Law Enforcement officials.
If you ask me, this woman is looney-tunes!
Also, it appears from the other allegations, that she is prone to read too much purple prose.
For example, at the tail-end of the session, she charged:
"(He) wrapped me in an inescapable embrace and caressed my back and buttocks (!) and breasts."
The long and short of it?
She alleges that she "tried to get away" but Gore was too strong for her.
So, she succumbed just like that?
Uh-huh.
Gore allegedly maneuvered her into the bedroom after that (with military-style precision?).
Then, he flipped her flat on her back and threw his whole body face down atop (!) of her.
Her choice of words is amazing, isn't it?
But the ordeal was not over.
"He pleaded, grabbed me, engulfed (!) me in embrace, tongue-kissed me, massage me, groped my breasts and rubbed himself against my crotch saying: "You know you want to do it".
And, not once, did she cry out for help!
Golly, Al Gore must be alot more mesmerizing that we all thought, eh?
As Columbo would say, just one more thing.
"Did he have a big dick?"
Inquiring minds want to know.
Hotel Lucia
(Portland, Oregon)
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