Sex, Lies, and Videotape..

My good friend -- and fellow blogger -- who kicked me out of the nest and told me to fend (well..blog) formyself), CJ over at The Illustrated Conservative, is doing a series on The Sex Poodle.

..so what do I do to repay him? Why sure, I rip off one of his posts. But, I think that this might turn out to be one of those great sidebar events, this Gore story. Seems that the Portland police are re-opening the case and Byron York over at the Washington Examiner has been doing yeoman duty reporting the steamy details:

Gore said he was tired from travel and described in detail the massage he wanted. It included work on the adductor muscles, which are on the inside of the thighs. "I mentally noted that a request for adductor work is a bit unusual," the masseuse told police, because it can be "a precursor to inappropriate behavior by a male client."

Gore also requested work on his abdomen. When that began, "He became somewhat vocal with muffled moans, etc.," the masseuse recounted. Gore then "demand[ed] that I go lower." When she remained focused on a "safe, nonsexual" area, Gore grew "angry, becoming verbally sharp and loud."

The masseuse asked Gore what he wanted. "He grabbed my right hand, shoved it down under the sheet to his pubic hair area, my fingers brushing against his penis," she recalled, "and said to me, 'There!' in a very sharp, loud, angry-sounding tone." When she pulled back, Gore "angrily raged" and "bellowed" at her.

..so it seems it this sordid episode is getting to be a real bodice ripper. But, as I said to CJ, I can go with the the DNA results and the key witness, but sitting though a video of that tub-of-go enviro-fraud lying on a table, mountains of quivering flesh undulating in the dim hotel-room light, getting his getting his nether regions jollied by a purveyor of outcall is a little too intense for me.