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DOCUMENT INSERT: 3/4/62. Carlyle Hotel bedroom microphone transcript. Transcribed by: Fred Turentine. Tape/written copies to: P. Bondurant, W. Littell.

BJ phoned the listening post to say she was meeting the target “for di

8:09-8:20: sexual activity. (See tape transcript. High sound quality. Voices discernable.)

8:21-8:33: conversation.

JFK: Oh, God.

BJ: Hmmm.

JFK: Slide over a little. I want to take some pressure off my back.

BJ: How’s that?

JFK: Better.

BJ: Want a back rub?

JFK: No. There’s nothing you can do that you haven’t done already.

BJ: Thanks. And I’m glad you called me.

JFK: What did I get you out of?

BJ: Two shows at the Rumpus Room in Passaic, New Jersey.

JFK: Oh, God.

BJ: Ask me a question.

JFK: All right. Where’s that mink coat I gave you?

BJ: My ex-husband sold it.

JFK: You let him do that?

BJ: It’s a game we play.

JFK: What do you mean?

BJ: He knows I’m going to leave him soon. I’m in debt to him, so he takes these little advantages whenever he finds them.

JFK: It’s a large debt, then?

BJ: Very large.

JFK: You’ve got my interest. Tell me more.

BJ: It’s just grief from Tu

JFK: I like Wisconsin.

BJ: I know. You carried it.

JFK (laughing): You’re droll. Ask me a question.

BJ: Who’s the biggest fuckhead in American politics?

JFK (laughing): That closet queen J. Edgar Hoover, who’ll be retiring on January 1, 1965.

BJ: I hadn’t heard anything about that.

JFK: You will.

BJ: I get it. You have to be re-elected first.

JFK: You’re learning. Now, tell me more about Tu

BJ: Not now.

JFK: Why?

BJ: I’m tantalizing you, so we can prolong this thing of ours.

JFK (laughing): You know men.

BJ: Yes, I do.

JFK: Who taught you? Initially, I mean.

BJ: The entire adolescent male population of Tu

JFK: Go on.

BJ: No.

JFK: Why?

BJ: Two seconds after we made love you looked at your watch. I’m thinking that the way to keep you in bed is to string out my autobiography.

JFK (laughing): You can contribute to my memoirs. You can say John F. Ke

BJ: It was a great club sandwich.

JFK (laughing): You’re droll and cruel.

BJ: Ask me a question.

JFK: No. You ask me one.

BJ: Tell me about Bobby.

JFK: Why?

BJ: He seemed suspicious of me at Peter’s party.

JFK: He’s suspicious in general, because he’s crawling around in the legal gutter with Jimmy Hoffa and the Mafia, and it’s starting to get to him. It’s some sort of occupational policeman’s disease that he’s developed. One day it’s Jimmy Hoffa and land fraud in Florida. The next day it’s deporting Carlos Marcello. Now it’s Hoffa and the Test Fleet taxi case in Te

BJ: He’s tougher than you, isn’t he?

JFK: Yes, he is. And as I told a girl several years ago, he’s truly passionate and generous.

BJ: You’re looking at your watch again.

JFK: I have to go. I’m due at the U.N.

BJ: Good luck, then.

JFK: I won’t need it. The General Assembly is nothing but fuckheads. Let’s do this again, Barb. I had fun.

BJ: So did I. And thanks for the club sandwich.

JFK (laughing): There’s more where that came from.

Single door slam deactivates mike. Transcript close: 8:34 p.m., March 3rd, 1962.

DOCUMENT INSERT: 4/9/62. Carlyle Hotel bedroom microphone transcript. Transcribed by: Fred Turentine. Tape/written copies to: P. Bondurant, W. Littell.

BJ phoned the listening post at 4:20 p.m. She said she was meeting the target “for di

6:13-6:25: sexual activity. (See tape transcript. High sound quality. Voices discernable.)

6:14-6:32: conversation.

BJ: Oh, God.

JFK: Last time I said that.

BJ: This time was better.

JFK (laughing): I thought so, too. But I thought the club sandwich lacked pizzazz.

BJ: Ask me a question.

JFK: What happened in Tu

BJ: I’m amazed that you remembered.

JFK: It’s only been a month or so.

BJ: I know. But it was just a casual comment that I made.

JFK: It was a provocative one, though.

BJ: Thanks.

JFK: Barb.

BJ: All right. On May 9, I jilted Billy Kreuger. Billy got together with Tom McCandless, Fritzie Schott and Joh

JFK: Keep going.

BJ: To be continued.

JFK: Oh, God. I hate unresolved mysteries.

BJ: Next time.

JFK: How do you know there’ll be a next time?

BJ (laughing): I know what kind of interest I’m capable of sustaining.

JFK: You’re good, Barb. You’re damn good.

BJ: I want to see if it’s possible to know a man in one hour, once-a-month increments.

JFK: You’ll never make an untoward demand of me, will you?

BJ: No. I will not.

JFK: God bless you.

BJ: Do you believe in God?

JFK: Only for public appearances. Now, ask me a question.

BJ: Do you have somebody who finds women for you?

JFK (laughing): Not really. Kemper Boyd’s probably the closest thing, but he makes me a tad uncomfortable, so I haven’t really used him since the Inauguration.

BJ: Who’s Kemper Boyd?

JFK: He’s a Justice Department lawyer. You’d like him. He’s wildly good-looking and rather dangerous.

BJ: Are you jealous of him? Is that why he makes you uncomfortable?

JFK: He makes me uncomfortable because his one great regret is that he’s not a Ke

BJ: Pimps ingratiate themselves with authority. God, look at Peter.

JFK: Kemper’s no Peter Lawford, I’ll say that for him. Peter’s got no soul to sell, and Kemper sold his at a pretty steep price and didn’t even know it.

BJ: How so?

JFK: I can’t go into details, but he threw over the woman he was engaged to to curry favor with me and my family. You see, he came from money, but his father lost it all and killed himself. He’s living out some unsavory fantasy with me, and once you recognize it, the man becomes hard to take.

BJ: Let’s talk about something else.

JFK: How about Tu

BJ: To be continued.

JFK: Shit.

BJ: I like cliffhangers.

JFK: I don’t. I hated movie serials when I was a boy.

BJ: You should install a wall clock here. That way, you won’t have to sneak looks at your watch.

JFK: You’re droll. Hand me my trousers, would you?

BJ: Here.

Single door slam deactivates mike. Transcript close: 6:33 p.m., April 8, 1962.