ADDICTED TO CHEAP WOMEN; an Explosive New Biography by One of America's Best Known Journalists Catalogues the Awesome Sexual Appetite of JFK and the Appalling Risks He Took. Is It Any Surprise That Kennedy Is Clinton's Hero?

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Byline: CHRISTOPHER HUDSON

TAPES, allegations, seizures of documents, presidential denials and a public prosecutor in full cry - for some excitable observers the Clinton affair has invited comparison with Watergate. But, as an astonishing new exposo of the Camelot years* should remind us, President Clinton has far more in common with John Fitzgerald Kennedy than with Richard Nixon.

Both men came to office as Democrats offering a new era of liberalism.

Tall, good-looking, sharply intelligent, full of energy and drive, both ushered in a new young generation to Washington's seats of power. But for all his charm and vigour, Jack Kennedy, like Bill Clinton, had an incurable weakness which on several occasions threatened his presidency and might very well have brought him down, had not an assassin's bullets got there first in Dallas on November 22, 1963.

He could not keep his hands off women. Just as a diabetic needs insulin, so Kennedy needed a constant fix of sexual partners to keep him satisfied.

Flippantly, he told Bobby Baker, a senior Democratic Party official in the U.S. Senate: 'You know, I get a migraine headache if I don't get a strange piece of ass every day' - and Baker, who was one of many Kennedy associates who supplied women to the White House, had no reason to disbelieve him.

Much like Hugh Hefner's legendary circular bed in his Playboy Mansion in Chicago, the focus of sexual activity in the Kennedy White House was the indoor pool.

Jack Kennedy would swim for half an hour or so most days before lunch, according to his latest biographer, Seymour M.

Hersh, and would be joined in the pool by young women 'scooped up' for him by Dave Powers, Kenneth O'Donnell or another member of the close-knit Irish Mafia, who surrounded the President as protectively as John Ehrlichman and John Haldeman protected Richard Nixon.

SOMETIMES it would be a couple of Hollywood starlets, flown in from Los Angeles and picked up from the airport in a White House car to service the President.

Powers would meet them and walk them up to the second floor, reminding them genially that their film careers were over if the story got out.

At other times, two young women staffers, known to the Secret Service agents as Fiddle and Faddle, would go skinny-dipping with JFK, occasionally accompanied in the pool by his brothers Bobby (the U.S.

Attorney-General) and Ted.

At such times, the pool was strictly off-limits: not only to his wife Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy (who, on one occasion, was barred entrance by a Secret Service agent and stormed with anger while Kennedy and 'a couple of bimbos' fled the pool area, leaving behind 'one big pair and two smaller pairs of wet footprints') but even to a staff member of the National Security Council trying to reach the President during a crisis.

Like Hillary Clinton, Jackie Kennedy was aware that her husband was a philanderer.

Unlike Mrs Clinton, she didn't stay around to help pick up the pieces.

She spent much of her time away from the White House often with the children at weekends on their rented ranch near Middlesburg in Virginia - and normally let Kennedy know when she was coming back, so that he had time to get his friends out of the way. The Secret Service agents interviewed by Seymour Hersh respected the First Lady and felt sorry for her in her loneliness.

Sometimes she had to get her personal secretary, Mary Gallagher, to ring up Kennedy's secretary and ask to be fitted in to his diary.

Whenever his wife was with him, President Kennedy suppressed his libido.

According to one of the security men: 'When she was there, it was no fun: he just had headaches.' When they were apart 'there were women everywhere'.

On tour, hookers would be brought round. None of them, as far as is known, contracted chlamydia from the venereal disease of urethritis which Kennedy suffered from for most of his life, and with which he was repeatedly reinfected. …