If anything, the more successful Jack was, the crueler he became. “I suppose if I win, my poon days are over.” Jack had scribbled that note to himself back in 1960 while on the campaign trail. But that hadn’t been true—not after winning the White House and certainly not before. Jackie had caught Jack getting a blow job in his Senate office, a young girl under his desk, just after they were married. He didn’t even try to hide his affairs.
