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The official account of President John F. Kennedy’s assassination has pointed to evidence many conspiracy theorists believe shows that he was shot twice, from different directions.

New documentary JFK: The Smoking Gun has come up with a new twist on the conspiracy theory, claiming that a Secret Service agent was the man who fired that shot by accident.

JFK: The Smoking Gun claims that George Hickey, a Secret Service man riding in the car behind JFK, accidentally fired his weapon on November 22, 1963.

It alleges that a cover-up was then carried out to save the blushes of the agency whose main role is to protect serving and former U.S. leaders – leaving the many loose ends that have long raised suspicions.

It is said that as much as 75% of the American public do not believe the official account of JFK’s assassination.

The new documentary is based on the work of Colin McLaren, a veteran Australian police detective, who has undertaken a four-year investigation into the killing.

Colin McLaren’s theories are based on the work of Howard Donahue, who himself has spent two decades probing the assassination and had his findings documented in Bonar Menninger’s book Mortal Error: The Shot That Killed JFK. Bonar Menninger and Colin McLaren spoke yesterday about the film at the Television Critics Association press tour in Los Angeles, California.

Central to their case is the claim that Agent George Hickey and his Secret Service colleagues had been out partying the night before Kennedy’s motorcade drove through Dallas.

New documentary claims that Secret Service Agent George Hickey riding in the car behind JFK, accidentally fired his weapon on November 22, 1963

New documentary claims that Secret Service Agent George Hickey riding in the car behind JFK, accidentally fired his weapon on November 22, 1963

To compound the problems the hungover agent faced, Colin McLaren says he has found evidence that George Hickey had not been properly trained to use the AR-15 gun he was carrying that morning.

“It was his first time in the follow car, his first time holding the assault weapon he was using,” the Huffington Post reported Colin McLaren as saying.

The theory is that as the assassin opened fire, George Hickey grabbed his own gun. But when the whole motorcade shunted to a halt, the agent was jolted by the sudden stop and accidentally pulled the trigger – firing a bullet straight at the back of JFK’s head.

Colin McLaren said he believes George Hickey’s AR-15 was loaded with different from the ammunition used by Lee Harvey Oswald, who the Warren Commission declared in 1964 to be the lone gunman in the assassination. That, he claims, explains what they believe are the different ballistic profiles of the two bullets that struck Kennedy.

Lee Harvey Oswald was himself assassinated before he could stand trial over the killing.

Bonar Menninger insisted that they do not believe that George Hickey intentionally fired at JFK. Rather, the Huffington Post reported him as saying: “This was a tragic accident in the heat of the moment.”

Both of them do allege that the government moved swiftly, with the help of JFK’s brother Robert Kennedy, to cover up the Secret Service’s involvement and save the agency from embarrassment.

JFK: The Smoking Gun will be broadcast on the Reelz Channel on November 3. A spokesman for the network said: “What makes McLaren’s investigation different than those that came before it is the fact that he had all the evidence, facts and eyewitness testimony from fifty years ago as well as modern forensic technology.

“McLaren’s findings are a far cry from the fanciful conspiracy theories that usually surround this assassination.

“His case is methodically constructed from simple logic and available evidence using time-tested investigative techniques to solve the crime; including key archival photographic evidence, medical reports and bullet science.”

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More than 650 items belonging to former President John F. Kennedy were found locked away at the home of former aide David F. Powers, who worked alongside the president for his entire political career.

The lot, which includes rare photographs, clothing and other personal items will be auctioned off next month.

The items were recently discovered at the home of David F. Powers, who was special assistant to John F. Kennedy during his years in the White House and started working for him in 1946.

The auction, by John McInnis Auctioneers, will take place on February 17.

More than 650 items belonging to JFK were found locked away at the home of former aide David F. Powers, who worked alongside the president for his entire political career

More than 650 items belonging to JFK were found locked away at the home of former aide David F. Powers, who worked alongside the president for his entire political career

“To be auctioned are the personal items he chose to keep close to himself throughout his lifetime. Powers’ collection encompasses years of history with the Kennedy Family and his White House years,” says the auctioneers’ website.

The collection will be on display at the Amesbury, Massachusetts auction house from February 9 through the 16th.

Fifty years ago, on May 19, 1962, Marilyn Monroe performed one the most famous versions of “Happy Birthday” ever sung – definitely to sitting U.S President John F. Kennedy.

Wearing the iconic rhinetstone dress that she was literally sewn into, Marilyn Monroe performed a sultry version of the popular song to JFK at a fundraiser on May 19, 1962.

To commemorate that fact, LIFE magazine has released a series of rare black and white images taken by photographer Billy Ray from the gala held for JFK’s birthday put on at Madison Square Garden when it existed between 50th and 51st streets.

The evening will always be remembered for 36-year-old Marilyn Monroe’s intimate rendition of “Happy Birthday”, sung to preempt the Democrat’s 45th birthday by ten days.

Photographed by Bill Ray, the collection has been released for the anniversary, including his unique vantage point of Marilyn Monroe as she sings, from behind her and up in the rafters of Madison Square Gardens.

Fifty years ago, on May 19, 1962, Marilyn Monroe performed one the most famous versions of “Happy Birthday” ever sung

Fifty years ago, on May 19, 1962, Marilyn Monroe performed one the most famous versions of “Happy Birthday” ever sung

Singing to married father-of-two JFK like they were the only two people in the 15,000 seater arena, the sex-symbol’s performance has been much analyzed and even parodied by the likes of Lady GaGa over the years.

That indelible night, JFK was on his own, as his wife Jackie Kennedy was visiting friends in Virginia.

Already thought to have begun their alleged affair, Marilyn Monroe’s sexy rendition of “Happy Birthday” merely added fuel to the fire of rumors at the time claiming the two were an item.

As the actress performed, the slightly embarrassed president took to the stage to announce: “Thank you. I can now retire from politics after having had <<Happy Birthday>> sung to me in such a sweet, wholesome way.”

Marilyn Monroe’s famous dress was noted for being made of a sheer and flesh colored marquisette fabric, that had 2,500 rhinestones sewn into it.

Apparently, when viewed under the spotlight, the fabric seemed to disappear and the rhinestones simply glittered on the Jean Louis designed dress.

The evening was all the more poignant for the fact that less than three months later Marilyn Monroe was found dead and of course in November 1963, JFK was shot dead in Dallas.

“For stargazers and dusty old historians, alike, the night that Marilyn sang to JFK remains an uncanny, once-in-a-lifetime collision of sex, politics, power and pop culture,” said LIFE magazine.

 

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The suspicious death of Mary Pinchot Meyer, one of President John F. Kennedy’s mistresses, just months after his death, has sparked numerous conspiracy theories.

A new book claims that socialite Mary Pinchot Meyer, a beautiful divorcee who was close friends with the Kennedys and is widely known for having a lengthy affair with the playboy President, was shot in a cover-up operation by the CIA.

Mary’s Mosaic: The CIA Conspiracy to Murder John F. Kennedy. Mary Pinchot Meyer, and Their Vision of World Peace by Peter Janney alleges that, in her preoccupation with her lover’s assassination and ensuing personal investigation, Mary Pinchot Meyer may have gotten so close to the “truth” that the CIA found her to be a threat.

As a result, CIA operatives staged a shooting to make it look like Mary Pinchot Meyer died due to a sexual assault that turned violent.

Whether or not the theory is true, there are a number of questionable components to the story of the months leading up to Mary Pinchot Meyer’s death on October 12, 1964.

Mary's Mosaic: The CIA Conspiracy to Murder John F. Kennedy. Mary Pinchot Meyer, and Their Vision of World Peace by Peter Janney

Mary's Mosaic: The CIA Conspiracy to Murder John F. Kennedy. Mary Pinchot Meyer, and Their Vision of World Peace by Peter Janney

Her ex-husband, Cord Meyer, was a CIA agent himself and the couple were card-carrying members of Georgetown’s starry social set, which included then-Senator John F. Kennedy and his wife Jacqueline.

The couples became close friends, along with Mary Pinchot Meyer’s sister Antoinette (who went by Tony) and her husband Ben Bradlee, who was a bureau chief for Newsweek but later went on to be the managing editor of The Washington Post.

Another couple that they spent time with was Mary Pinchot Meyer’s Vassar classmate Cicely d’Autremont and her husband James Angleton, who was the chief of the counter surveillance for the CIA.

Mary Pinchot Meyer, widely known for having a lengthy affair with JFK, was shot in a cover-up operation by the CIA

Mary Pinchot Meyer, widely known for having a lengthy affair with JFK, was shot in a cover-up operation by the CIA

In the book, the author claims that Mary Pinchot Meyer would often bring marijuana and LSD to her trysts with the President.

During their conversations while on these hallucinogens, Mary Pinchot Meyer reportedly tried to appeal to JFK’s pacifist nature and urged him to seek peaceful solutions to such worldwide crises like the Cold War and the Cuban missile crisis.

At the time, LSD was not illegal, and many, including Harvard professor Timothy Leary, advocated its use because they believed it helped people expand their knowledge base.

Peter Janney’s book is not the first to draw conclusions between Mary Pinchot Meyer’s friendship with Timothy Leary and her intentions with her relationship with JFK.

He goes on to say that Mary Pinchot Meyer was later murdered by the CIA, who he believes organized JFK’s assassination in an effort to stop him from preventing violent escalation that they wanted in the Cold War.

Though The Huffington Post thought that the book rested largely on substantial assumptions, these theories have been in existence for some time.

One question lies in the existence- and retrieval- of Mary Pinchot Meyer’s diary that included writings about her affair with JFK.

Within a day of her murder, Ben Bradlee went over to her home to find the diary and, though the door was locked, he found James Angleton.

The CIA spymaster said that he also was looking for the diary but claimed that it was because his wife – Mary Pinchot Meyer’s friend – had asked him to.

The whereabouts of the diary today are uncertain.

Another clue erring on the side of the conspiracy is that while Mary Pinchot Meyer’s ex-husband included a statement of support for the police investigation of her murder, his assistant supposedly said that it was a lie and he did truly believe it to be a standard “in house rub out”.

In an interview shortly before his death in 2001, Cord Meyer said that “the same sons of b****es that killed John F. Kennedy” killed his ex-wife.

Police arrested Robert Crump, a man who was found near the scene of the crime, but had no connection to the murder weapon, which was never found, or any prior history with Cord Meyer.

 

Mimi Alford, a former intern at White House reveals the cold-hearted truth about John F. Kennedy, a predatory president who cynically exploited her innocence as she was only 19-year-old.

Here is an extract from Mimi Alford’s memoirs, “Once Upon A Secret”, a book that shocked America:

“Never, even in my most florid imaginings, did I think that my first experience of sex would be with an older man – let alone someone of my parents’ generation.

Yet, on my fourth day as a summer intern in the White House press office, I lost my virginity to President John F Kennedy.

The experience was so wholly unexpected and surreal that, as I was driven home in a limo afterwards, I wondered if it had all been a dream.

As a sheltered and naive 19-year-old, I just couldn’t make sense of what had just happened.

For one thing, I’d always imagined that my first time would be with the man I loved on my wedding night.

That was the conventional view among girls my age in 1962 – and I was as conventional as anyone I knew.

Could I have done anything to resist President Kennedy? I doubt it: once we were alone in his wife’s bedroom, he’d manoeuvered me so swiftly and unexpectedly, and with such authority and strength, that, short of screaming, I don’t think anything would have thwarted his intentions.

Friends invariably said: <<You must see it, Mimi – you were set up! He was a predator.>> A few went a step further and brought up the word <<rape>>.

I didn’t see it that way. That night, in the midst of my shock and confusion, I felt for the first time the thrill of being desired.

And the fact that I was desired by the most famous and powerful man in America merely amplified the thrill. I simply couldn’t say no to the President.

Ironically, I’d been offered a summer internship – which I hadn’t even applied for – because I’d attended the same exclusive girl’s boarding school as Kennedy’s wife Jacqueline.

If I had a political affiliation at all, it probably leaned more towards the moderate Republicanism of my wealthy parents – who’d voted for Richard Nixon in the 1960 presidential race – rather than Kennedy’s Democratic politics.

Like many young people back then, however, I wasn’t immune to the star power of the dynamic new President and his glamorous young wife – so I wrote to Jackie, asking for an interview for the school magazine.

My request was turned down, but instead I was offered a visit to the White House and an interview with the First Lady’s social secretary, Letitia Baldridge.

Perhaps she was merely extending an extra dose of kindness to a girl from Mrs. Kennedy’s school, but Miss Baldrige had clearly given thought to my visit. After the interview, she added me to a line-up of children meeting the President that day.

Mimi Alford, now 69, tells the story of how JFK took her virginity on his wife's White House bed, in her memoirs book “Once Upon A Secret”

Mimi Alford, now 69, tells the story of how JFK took her virginity on his wife's White House bed, in her memoirs book “Once Upon A Secret”

Of course, I was nervous and star-struck; what high school student wouldn’t be? President Kennedy was taller, thinner, more handsome in person than he looked in photographs.

When it was my turn to shake hands, he smiled and asked me about my school, and where I was going to college next year. <<Well, it’s nice to see you,>> he said. <<Good luck.>>

Just over a year later, I was invited back to the White House as an intern.

I sat in a room with <<the girls>>, as the secretaries were called, and my job was to collect the streams of paper spitting out of the teletype machines, clip them into foot-long sections and hand them to the President’s press secretary, Pierre Salinger.

It was hardly rocket science, but I had a mini panic attack on the first day and couldn’t sleep at night for fear of messing up.

To say that I lacked sophistication is an understatement: I was a skinny 5ft 9in former debutante – nicknamed Monkey at school – who wore no make-up and had a singular lack of success with men (total experience: one kiss in the eighth grade).

Once, my brother Josh had even dangled a five-dollar bill behind my back to entice other dance partners to cut in.

This, then, was the girl sitting at her desk when she took a call from Dave Powers, the President’s special assistant. I’d met him only briefly, but he was asking me to come for a midday swim in the White House pool.

Who, me? I suppose my first thought should have been to question the propriety of this invitation, but I was thrown off balance.

The pool room had one mirrored wall, with the other three sides painted with floor-to-ceiling scenes of palm trees and sailboats. To my relief, two colleagues – a girl called Fiddle and her friend Jill, inevitably known as Diddle – appeared at the entrance and showed me where to find a spare swimsuit.

As I walked past the mirror toward the edge, I stole a glance at myself in the borrowed suit and felt a wave of relief. I may not have had curves, but at least I had good posture and long legs.

The water was as warm as that in a bathtub – as I learned later, the temperature was always set at 90 degrees to soothe JFK’s chronic back pain. I was treading water with Fiddle and Jill when the President himself walked in.

<<Mind if I join you?>> he asked. He was remarkably fit – flat stomach, toned arms – for a 45-year-old man. After sliding into the pool, he floated up to me.

<<It’s Mimi, isn’t it?>> he said <<And you’re in the press office this summer, right?>>

He asked what I’d been given to do, and I told him.

<<Well, nice to see you, Mimi,>> he said, and floated away toward Fiddle and Jill. Back at my desk, I felt self-conscious and kept my head down.

Most of my colleagues gauged their status by how much contact they’d had with the President – or even if the President knew their names.

Now an insignificant intern was leapfrogging career women who’d labored long and hard on the presidential campaign.

My hair was still damp when Dave Powers rang again, asking if I’d like to meet everybody after work for a welcome-to-the-staff get-together upstairs. This was impossible to turn down.

I didn’t know what ‘upstairs’ meant, exactly, but I had enough sense not to ask any of the other women in the press office – in case they hadn’t been invited.

So, at 5.30, for the second time in a few hours, I followed Dave to an unfamiliar part of the White House. He was humming quietly to himself.

To my surprise, he took me to the West Sitting Hall – an elegant room in the family residence.

There I found Fiddle and Jill in conversation with a man named Kenny O’Donnell, the President’s appointments secretary.

<<Have a daiquiri,>> Dave said, pouring me a glass. <<Welcome to the White House staff.>>

As I ate the puffed cheese hors d’oeuvres, I listened to the others talking about Mrs. Kennedy, who’d just left for a break in Virginia with four-year-old Caroline and 18-month-old John John.

Suddenly, everyone rose to their feet, and into the room walked President Kennedy. I’m not sure why I was so surprised to see him for the second time that day. After all, he did live here.

He took off his jacket, sat down on the sofa, and put his feet up on a coffee table. I could feel the centre of gravity in the room shift immediately.

Mimi Alford says JFK was remarkably fit, flat stomach, toned arms, for a 45-year-old man

Mimi Alford says JFK was remarkably fit, flat stomach, toned arms, for a 45-year-old man

Keeping my eye on Fiddle and Jill, I was determined to leave when they did.

Then the President rose from the sofa and walked over to the chair I was sitting in. <<Would you like a tour of the residence, Mimi?>> he asked.

A private tour of the White House from the President of the United States! As I stood up, the daiquiris went immediately to my head. I looked around, tipsy, expecting the entire group to join us, but no one else moved. President Kennedy was already leaving the room, and I followed as if pulled by a magnet.

After showing me the family dining room, he opened another door, stepping aside for me to enter.

<<This is Mrs. Kennedy’s bedroom,>> he said.

That was odd, I thought. Where did he sleep? It was a beautiful room, decorated in a light powder blue with floor-to-ceiling windows and a bed with a draped canopy.

Mimi Alford was only 19-year-old when JFK took her virginity on his wife’s White House bed

Mimi Alford was only 19-year-old when JFK took her virginity on his wife’s White House bed

Together we looked out of the window at the fading June sun. <<Beautiful light, isn’t it?>> he said.

Then he showed me some personal memorabilia: a pastel of Caroline, a terracotta bust of a young boy. I noticed he was moving closer and closer. I could feel his breath on my neck. He put his hand on my shoulder.

<<This is a very private room,>> he said. The next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me, his face inches away, his eyes staring directly into mine.

He placed both hands on my shoulders and guided me toward the edge of the bed. I landed on my elbows, frozen halfway between sitting up and lying on my back.

Slowly, he unbuttoned the top of my shirtdress and touched my breasts. Then he started to pull off my underwear.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Nor could I believe what I did next: I finished unbuttoning my shirtdress and let it fall off my shoulders.

Then he was above me. He paused briefly when he felt some physical resistance.

<<Haven’t you done this before?>> he asked. <<No>>, I said. <<Are you OK?>> he asked. Yes, I replied, and he resumed, but more gently. <<Are you OK?>> he kept saying. I nodded.

After he’d finished, he smiled at me and suggested I use the bathroom. When I came out, he was waiting for me in the West Sitting Hall, which was now deserted. I was in shock. 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.

What I really wanted to do was leave, and he must have sensed that. He made a phone call, and then explained that a car would pick me up at the South Portico entrance.

I wasn’t revolted or appalled, but I was certainly confused. Back in my room, after a shower to wash off the smell of his 4711 cologne, I thought: <<So that’s sex?>> I didn’t know if it had been good, bad, or indifferent.

Had Dave orchestrated the whole thing? And did Fiddle and Jill know what was about to happen?

I suspect they did. Fragments from recently released papers and memoirs suggest that one or both of them had also had sex with the President – though I didn’t know that at the time.

Nor did I know that he undoubtedly had other lovers at the same time he was seeing me.

What was clear to me was that the President was adept at – and accustomed to – getting his way.

And he had that politician’s gift of making you feel that when you were in his company, you were the most important and interesting person in the world.

Our affair, which lasted until his death 18 months later, began in earnest the following week. All that summer, I’d swim with the President, race back to my desk, and then wait for a call to come upstairs.

The governing factor behind these calls, of course, was the presence – or, more accurately, the absence – of Mrs. Kennedy, who was away with the children for most of the summer.

After that first night, we never went back to her bedroom. Instead, we stayed in his, which had a lovely antique four-poster bed and piles of books, newspapers, and magazines scattered about. As we spent more and more time together, the absurdity of our relationship, and my self-consciousness, gradually began to wear off.

He was more attentive, more gentlemanly than he’d been in our first encounter. Sometimes he’d be seductive; other times he was in no mood to linger.

Our sexual relationship was varied and fun, and we spent an inordinate amount of time taking baths together, turning his elegant bathroom into our own mini-spa.

The only discordant note was the yellow rubber ducks, which a friend had sent him. Every time the President saw those ducks, he’d become irresistibly playful.

We named them after his family members, made up stories about them, and often set them racing from one end of the tub to other. It was part of his charm that he was a serious, sophisticated man with extraordinary responsibilities, yet willing to be completely silly.

After our baths, we’d have a light meal – usually whatever the staff had left in the kitchen refrigerator, but he also taught me how to scramble eggs the way he liked them, slowly stirring them.

At some point in the evening, he’d put on a record – usually Frank Sinatra or Tony Bennett.

Sometimes, if it got too late, I’d stay the night, which at the time seemed perfectly natural.

He’d lend me one of his soft blue cotton nightshirts to wear. In the morning, I’d often wake to find him having breakfast in bed and reading newspapers.

The Secret Service agents knew I was there. Indeed, I never felt I had to sneak out of the residence in the early hours before the staff arrived. On the contrary, I felt comfortable lingering there.

I was so pleased with myself at being chosen by the President that I didn’t feel self-conscious at all about wearing the same clothes at work two days in a row.

If my office mates noticed, I didn’t care. I felt invulnerable, as if I were cloaked with the President’s power.

It shames me to admit that I don’t recall feeling any guilt. In my 19-year-old mind, I wasn’t invading the Kennedys’ marriage; I was merely occupying the President’s time when his wife was away. If he wasn’t troubled, why should I be? It was hardly by chance that in the 18 months I knew him, I never once met his wife.

Frequently, he’d summon me openly to the Oval Office and ask me to administer a hair treatment before one of his televised press conferences.

Then he’d close his eyes and lean back in his rocking chair while I massaged some tonic and an amber-colored ointment into his scalp, and brushed his hair into place. As the summer wore on, I was pulled deeper into his personal orbit. But despite the increasing level of familiarity between us, I never rose above being the obedient partner in our relationship.

Even in our most intimate moments, I called him Mr. President. To do otherwise would have seemed inappropriate.

Some evenings, we’d have drinks with Dave Powers, with whom I developed a close friendship.

Since neither of them could believe I wasn’t the object of universal pursuit, they were always teasing me about boyfriends. Dave, I felt, had an avuncular interest in making sure I didn’t get hurt. Of course, now I realize that he wasn’t taking care of me at all; he was taking care of the President.

Still, we were a good trio. Or we were, until a callous and unforgiveable incident threatened to destroy our ease in each other’s company.

The President and I were in the pool, splashing playfully, while Dave Powers was sitting on the edge, with his feet dangling in the water. Then JFK swam over and whispered in my ear: <<Mr Powers looks a little tense – would you take care of it?>>

I knew exactly what that meant: it was a dare to give Dave Powers oral sex.

I don’t think the President thought I’d do it, but I’m ashamed to say that I did. It was a pathetic, sordid scene, and I can hardly bear to think about it. Dave was jolly and obedient as I stood in the shallow end of the pool and performed my duties. The President silently watched.

Try as I may, I cannot explain why, without hesitation, I obeyed his command. Perhaps I was carried away by a spirit of playfulness.

Perhaps I was in thrall to his charm and authority.

No doubt my own insecurity and need for his approval had something to do with it. What I do know is that Dave and I were umbilically linked to each other in our devotion to President Kennedy.

But now the man who’d engaged our complete loyalty had gone too far. He’d emotionally abused me and debased Dave. For what? To watch me perform and to show Dave how much he controlled us?

Afterwards, I was deeply embarrassed. As I climbed out of the pool, I heard Dave say sternly to his boss: <<You shouldn’t have made her do that.>>

<<I know, I know,>> was the reply. Later, a chastened President Kennedy apologized to us both.

For the first time, I’d seen his dark side.

I saw it again a year later, when I was in a room with him and his younger brother, Teddy.

Once again, he tried to show off his power over me, this time suggesting: <<Mimi, why don’t you take care of my baby brother – he could stand a little relaxation.>>

This time I felt a flash of anger. And for the first time, I stood up to him.

<<You’ve got to be kidding,>> I said. <<Absolutely not, Mr. President.>>”

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An explosive book claims that John F. Kennedy took the virginity of a White House intern in a side room, just feet away from where administration staff were drinking at an after-work party.

Mimi Alford, now 69, told how former president John F. Kennedy led her into “Mrs. Kennedy’s room” during a personal tour, where he proceeded to have sex with her.

Mimi Alford, a retired New York church administrator and grandmother, also revealed in her tell-all memoir details how, during a passionate 18-month affair with the commander-in-chief, he told her to perform a sex act on his friend as he watched.

She also claims the then 45-year-old president also stuffed party-drug amyl nitrate, more commonly known as poppers, under her nose after telling her it would enhance their sex life.

But during their romance, Mimi Alford said JFK never properly kissed her and that she was often forced to play “a waiting game” as to when she would see him.

John F. Kennedy led the former intern into “Mrs. Kennedy’s room” during a personal tour, where he proceeded to have sex with her, Mimi Alford claims

John F. Kennedy led the former intern into “Mrs. Kennedy’s room” during a personal tour, where he proceeded to have sex with her, Mimi Alford claims

Mimi Alford’s book “Once Upon a Secret: My Affair with President John F. Kennedy and Its Aftermath” tells the story of when the 19-year-old debutante from New Jersey landed a job in the White House press office.

It was just four days into her internship that Mimi Alford was invited for a midday swim in the White House pool, where JFK exercised to ease his chronic back pain, and where they spoke briefly.

Later that day, Mimi Alford was invited by his best friend Dave Powers to an after-work party, it was reported in The New York Post.

After drinking several cocktails, JFK took her on a “personal tour”, where she says he moved “closer and closer” until he was standing above her, guiding her onto the edge of a bed.

Mimi Alford wrote in the book: “Slowly, he unbuttoned the top of my shirtdress and touched my breasts. Then he reached up between my legs and started to pull off my underwear.

“I finished unbuttoning my shirtdress and let it fall off my shoulders.”

Mimi Alford said John F. Kennedy pulled down his trousers, but kept his shirt on, and paused when he noticed she seemed reluctant.

He asked her if she had done this before and she initially replied “No” but then changed her mind and said “Yes”.

After intercourse, Mimi Alford said: “He hitched up his pants and smiled at me.” She claims he pointed her to the bathroom and went back to the West Sitting Hall where they had met.

She said: “I was in shock. 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. On the ride home, it kept echoing in my head: I’m not a virgin anymore.”

Mimi Alford's book “Once Upon a Secret: My Affair with President John F. Kennedy and Its Aftermath” tells the story of when the 19-year-old debutante from New Jersey landed a job in the White House press office

Mimi Alford's book “Once Upon a Secret: My Affair with President John F. Kennedy and Its Aftermath” tells the story of when the 19-year-old debutante from New Jersey landed a job in the White House press office

Mimi Alford said she went swimming with him again the next week and, although he “barely acknowledged” her arrival, they later ended up in another bedroom which was, she says, the start of the affair.

She said: “The fact that I was being desired by the most famous and powerful man in America only amplified my feelings to the point where resistance was out of the question. That’s why I didn’t say no to the president. It’s the best answer I can give.”

Mimi Alford, who ironically went to the same Miss Porter’s school as JFK’s wife Jackie, described the former president as “playful”, the sex as “varied and fun” and said he could be “seductive and playful”.

She said they spent a lot of time “taking baths” and that if they spent the night together, she would wear his own soft-blue cotton nightshirts.

But Mimi Alford also revealed complications in the relationship, saying they never kissed, and that she was often subjected to a “waiting game” where she was told to stay in her hotel until he called for her.

There is also a dark undertone to some of JFK’s actions in the book, such as when he “forced” her to sniff amyl nitrate, commonly known as poppers, during a Hollywood party at Bing Crosby’s desert ranch.

Mimi Alford said: “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.

“I said no, but he just went ahead and popped the capsule and held it under my nose. He didn’t try it himself. This was a new sensation, and it frightened me. I panicked and ran crying from the room.”

Mimi Alford also tells of how JFK asked her to “take care” of his friends Powers who “looked a little tense” while they were swimming in the White House pool.

“It was a dare, but I knew exactly what he meant. This was a challenge to give Dave Powers oral sex. I don’t think the president thought I’d do it, but I’m ashamed to say that I did… The president silently watched,” she said.

During the October 1962 Cuban Missile Crisis, where the U.S. and USSR had a nuclear stand-off, JFK reportedly told Mimi Alford that: “I’d rather my children red than dead.”

Mimi Alford, then Mimi Beardsley, also tells of how she erroneously believed at one point she was pregnant with JFK’s child, and another moment of when her lover reached out to her following the death of his infant son Patrick Bouvier Kennedy.

Mimi Alford wrote: “I had never seen real grief in my relatively short life. He invited me upstairs, and we sat outside on the balcony in the soft summer evening air. There was a stack of condolence letters on the floor next to his chair, and he picked each one up and read it aloud to me… Occasionally, tears rolling down his cheeks, he would write something on one of the letters, probably notes for a reply. But mostly he just read them and cried. I did, too.”

She said she saw President John F. Kennedy for the final time at The Carlyle hotel in Manhattan on November 15, 1963, just a week before his assassination in Dallas.

At this point Mimi Alford was due to be married to her college sweetheart, Tony Fahnestock.

“He took me in his arms for a long embrace and said, <<I wish you were coming with me to Texas>>. And then he added, <<I’ll call you when I get back>>. I was overcome with sudden sadness. <<Remember, Mr. President, I’m getting married>>.

“<<I know that>>, he said, and shrugged. <<But I’ll call you anyway>>.”