WARNING: Sexually Explicit
Good morning Marilyn. I shared your story yesterday and had someone ask me why I didn’t ask you directly about your death. So, if I may, what happened the night you died?
Sam…”There, there now. Take your medicine.”
OK Sam.
“You’ll feel better very soon.”
He says as he’s stroking my forehead. He takes my robe off. He says he wants to look at me and touch me.
“Here you go, take this.”
Are you sure Sam?
“Yes, I’m sure. Everything will be alright.”
His hands enter me. He’s so gentle, it’s not like him to be gentle. Oh my God, that feels so good. He wipes my juices on my breasts and sucks it off. Oh. My. God. I’m delirious. He takes a shot of vodka with two more pills in his mouth. He kisses me long and deep. I swallow the pills. He is looking deep into my eyes, he’s saying goodbye.
Our last kiss.
He puts my head in his lap and tells me to go to sleep. He says…
“You are safe now, no one will ever hurt you again. I promise.”
I did feel safe. I did feel loved.
Is there anything else you would like to share about this?
He told me he knew. He was talking about Bobby and what I told him about Sam.
What did you tell Bobby?
I told him where Sam’s safe was.
Did you tell him the combination?
No.
That’s it?
No. I told him who his bookkeeper was too.
Are you at peace now?
I am. I really am.
Sam Giancana was a Chicago Mob boss that Robert “Bobby” Kennedy was investigating along with Jimmy Hoffa and other leaders of the mafia. It is reported that Robert Kennedy was at Monroe’s house on the afternoon she died. It’s been reported that the mob was getting ready to expose Marilyn’s affairs with President John F. Kennedy and his brother, Attorney General Robert Kennedy. A junior medical examiner was assigned her case which was strange given her movie star status. It’s obvious that Monroe was a pawn to be played.
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Wow thankyou