In a breathtaking first-person account in the New York Times, former Times reporter Judith Miller revealed that she "can't recall" details of her reported tryst with "Scooter" Libby at New York's posh St. Regis Hotel.
"The last thing I remember clearly is having breakfast with 'Scooter' on the morning of July 8, 2003. We were having grapefruit, margaritas, and several lines of Colombian cocaine – my memory is clear that far – and then *POOF*, everything went like all weird. I think somebody must have slipped me a mickey inna my drink, or maybe one of those 'roofies'.
"But I'm pretty sure it wasn't "Scooter" who slipped me a mickey; must have been somebody else. Maybe that sinister bellhop who kept hovering around. Anyhow, next thing I knew, I was lying on this big bed up in one of the St. Regis luxury suites and somebody was ripping my bodice and licking my stockings. God, it was some of the best sex I've ever had, but I'm all like really hazy about the details.
"I remember distinctly that we were playing the Ramones on the CD player –you know that song 'twenny-twenny-twenny-four hours to go, I wanna be sedated'? We ordered steaks and champagne from room service, had more torrid sex, watched The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, did some more coke, had more sex, etc. But damned if I can remember the guy I was screwing.
"I'm pretty sure it wasn't 'Scooter' Libby; definitely wasn't Karl Rove. He was young and extremely vigorous and knew his way around a woman's body, know what I'm saying? Hell, it might have been O.J. Simpson. Anyway, it was some real stud but gee, I just can't recall clearly who the guy was."
Ms. Miller has reportedly received an advance in the eight figures from Simon and Schuster for a book detailing her adventures. The crack journalist, who wrote a series of articles for the Times detailing Saddam Hussein's weapons of mass destruction, has also received offers of employment from Cosmopolitan magazine and National Review.