Another Woman’s Story

from bustle.com:

On Friday afternoon, a new woman came forward alleging that Donald Trump sexually assaulted her. Summer Zervos, who was a contestant on the fifth season of Trump’s reality show, The Apprentice, detailed how the Republican presidential nominee allegedly kissed and touched her inappropriately in 2007. Appearing with her attorney, Gloria Allred, at a press conference in Los Angeles, Zervos alleged that Trump made unwanted sexual advances towards her when she contacted him for professional advice after her time on The Apprentice.

You can read Zervos’ transcript from the press conference below:

 

I met Mr. Trump when I was a candidate on The Apprenticein season five. I had the utmost admiration for Mr. Trump, and even after I was fired, I continued to see him as a possible mentor and potential employer. In 2007, I was going to be in New York for a social obligation. I contacted Mr. Trump’s office to see if he was available for lunch. I was informed that he could not have lunch, but that he would like to meet me with him in his office.
When I arrived, he kissed me on the lips. I was surprised, but felt that, perhaps, it was just his form of greeting. We sat and spoke. He was extremely complimentary. He said that he was impressed with how I handled myself on The Apprentice. He said that he had never met anyone with my combination of being smart, attractive, and with the largest set of balls as I had. He said he would love to have me work for him. Mr. Trump said he would be coming to Los Angeles soon, and he would contact me.
I felt as though I was reaching for my brass ring. I was very excited. I felt as though my dream of working for Mr. Trump might come true.
As I was about to leave, he again kissed me on the lips. This made me feel nervous and embarrassed. This is not what I wanted or expected. He asked me for my phone number, and I scrawled it down with a marker. I left hurriedly and called a friend in New York because I was upset by the kiss. I also called my parents to let them know what had happened.
I spoke at length with my loved ones, and we came to the conclusion that this was undoubtedly some form of greeting, and I should not take it as anything other than that.
Mr. Trump called early in the morning the day I returned home. He referred to me as his “OC Angel.” He wanted to know who was with me at that hour. He scolded me about my penmanship because it was difficult for him to read my telephone number as I had written it for him. Even though he had called me, he concluded the call by asking for my phone number.
He then called again, days later, to let me know he was coming to Los Angeles. He again called me after he had just landed in Los Angeles. He asked me to meet him that evening at the Beverly Hills Hotel and asked me where I would like to have dinner.
When I arrived, his security guard greeted me at the hotel. He walked with me to greet Mr. Trump. I assumed we were going to a restaurant in the hotel. Instead, I was taken to a bungalow. The security guard opened the door, and I went in. I was standing in an entryway. To my left was a bedroom, and I saw Mr. Trump’s clothes on the bed. I did not see him, but he greeted me with “hello” in a sing-song voice that sounded like “he-loo.”
I thought the mistake had been made, and Mr. Trump thought he was speaking with someone he was more familiar with. I walked further into the living room, away from the bedroom, and sat. I waited for about 15 minutes until Mr. Trump emerged. He had his suit on.
I stood up and he came to me and started kissing me, open-mouthed, as he was pulling me towards him. I walked away, and I sat down in a chair. He was on a low seat across from me, and I made an attempt at conversation. He then asked me to sit next to him. I complied. He then grabbed my shoulder and began kissing me again, very aggressively, and placed his hand on my breast.
I pulled back and walked to another part of the room. He then walked up, grabbed my hand, and walked me into the bedroom. I walked out.
He then turned me around and said, “Let’s lay down and watch some telly-telly.” He put me in an embrace, and I tried to push him away. I pushed his chest, put space between us, and I said, “Come on, man. Get real.” He repeated my words back to me, “Get real,” as he began thrusting his genitals.
He tried to kiss me again with my hands still on his chest, and I said, “Dude, you’re tripping right now,” attempting to make it clear I was not interested. He said, “What do you want?” And I said, “I came to have dinner.” He said, “Okay, we’ll have dinner.” He paced around the room. He acted like he was a bit angry. He pointed out that someone had delivered a fruit basket. I felt that was to show me how important he was.
As we were waiting for dinner, I sat across the room from him as far away as possible. He started saying he did not think I had ever known love or had ever been in love. I did not want to discuss my personal life with him.
Then, just before dinner arrived, he transformed into being all about business and began questioning me as though I were on a job interview. Dinner was delivered to the bungalow. When dinner arrived, he asked me to wait in a small room. I felt he did not want the waiter to see me. After the table was set, he beckoned me to come out. We shared a club sandwich.
The conversation then focused on the fact that I had a mortgage on my home that I told him was in good standing. He spoke about how he was able to maneuver to get out of debt. He told me that I needed to let my house go into default and tell the bank they could take it back. He advised that then bank would then take anything to rid themselves of a problem loan. He told me to call the bank and tell them I was leaving the keys on the table and for them to just pick them up. He said that would be a mini version of what he does. He urged me not to make another payment on my home loan.
He then abruptly said that he was tired and that he needed to go to bed and ended the conversation. He told me to meet him in the morning at his golf course in Palos Verdes.
I was very conflicted as to what had occurred. I wondered if the sexual behavior was some kind of test, or whether or not I had passed. Obviously, he still wanted to talk to me about a job, even though I had turned his sexual advances down.
From the hotel. I drove straight to our family business to speak with my father, and he gave his advice. I decided to go to the golf course the next day. Mr. Trump introduced me to the general manager, and he gave me a tour. When I got back from the tour, Mr. Trump was not there. I never saw him again.

T.Rump:  Deny, deny, deny, as usual.  His past has come up from the dark depths of his pathetic life to bite him.
Bex
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