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 Clinton added to what Houston "said, talking in local colloquialisms.
"Bottom line is, we've got control of the (drug) industry, therefore we've got
control of them (suppliers and buyers). You control the guy underneath ya' and
Uncle (Sam) has ya' covered. What have ya' got to lose? No risk. No one's
gonna hang ya' out to dry. And whatever spills off the truck as it passes
through (he laughed and snorted another line of coke) you get to clean up."
 Hall smiled at his friend, which was apparently interpreted as consent.
Clinton motioned for his aide to get his ledger. Overstreet began pulling out his
paperwork, and Hall neatly cleared the table of the remaining coke lines.
 Clinton gestured to me and told Houston, "Get her out of here".
 Houston didn't move and laughed. "She's a Presidential Model. She's kept
secrets bigger than yours."
 Clinton responded, "I don't care. Get her the f*ck out of here,"
 Hall's wife led me away and locked me in a back bedroom. After an
indeterminate period of time, I heard her telephone Hillary at the guest villa.
She then drove me up the mountain through the dark to meet with Hillary.
Although I had previously met Hillary we had very little to say to each other-
particulariy since I was still dazed and tranced from the tortures I had endured
at the CIA Near Death Trauma Center in Lampe. Hillary knew I was a mind-
controlled slave, and, like Bill Clinton, just took it in stride as a "normal" part
of life in politics.
 Hillary was fully clothed and stretched out on the bed sleeping when Hall's
wife and I arrived. "Hillary, I brought you something you'll really enjoy.
Kind of an unexpected surprise. Bill ordered her out of the meeting and I look
her to my bedroom and made an interesting discovery. She is literally a two-
faced (referring to my vaginal mutilation carving) bitch."
 "Hmm?" Hillary opened her eyes and sleepily roused herself "Show me."
Hall's wife ordered me to take my clothes off while Hillary watched. "Is
she clean?" Hillary asked, meaning disease free.
 "Of course, she's Byrd's," she responded, continuing the conversation as
though I were not there, "Plus, I heard Houston say something about her being
a Presidential Model, whatever the hell that's supposed to mean."
"It means she's clean," Hillary said matter-of-factly as she stood up.
I was not capable of giving thought to such things back then, but I am aware
in retrospect that all Presidential Model slaves I knew seemed to have an
immunity to social diseases. It was a well known fact in the circles I was
sexually passed around in that government level mind-controlled sex slaves were
"clean" to the degree that none of my abusers took precautions such as wearing
condoms.
 Hall's wife patted the bed and instructed me to display the mutilation.
Hillary exclaimed, "God!" and immediately began performing oral sex on me.
Apparently aroused by the carving in my vagina,2 Hillary stood up and quickly
peeled out of her matronly nylon panties and pantyhose. Uninhibited despite
a long day in the hot sun, she gasped, "Eat me, oh, god, eat me now". I had no
choice but to comply with her orders, and Bill Hall's wife made no move to join
me in my distasteful task. Hillary had resumed examining my hideous mutilation
and performing oral sex on me when Bill Clinton walked in. Hillary lifted her
head to ask, "How'd it go?"
 Clinton appeared totally unaffected by what he walked into, tossed his jacket
on a chair and said, "It's official. I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed."

2 Hillary Clinton is the only female to become sexually aroused at the sight of
my mutilated vagina.

(zdroj: Mark Phillips, Cathy O'Brien: TRANCE Formation of America, kap. 14)

Cathy O'Brien: the victim of CIA program MK-Ultra/Monarch, a mental programming
of children as sex slaves for pedophile establishment elites.