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Riley and Houston caught us and separated us as though we were a couple of
naughty kids. I learned more than I was supposed to about Loretta while in
Atlantic City, but was never permitted another opportunity to speak with her so
freely.
This trip to Atlantic City was multi-purpose, which was not unusual for
government operations in which I was forced to participate. I had a major
cocaine transaction involving Noriega to attend at the airport; a message to
deliver to Philip Habib pertaining to the Contras, and another programmed in
by Habib in answer to Reagan; country music "entertainment" aspects; and
prostitution to Habib according to Reagan's instruction. 4
As the sun was setting over Atlantic City, Houston activated the Project
Monarch Oz programming that was used for high level covert operations, and
had me dress accordingly. I wore real and faux diamonds to signify my
"Presidential Model" business role, rubies to signify my Oz programmed
prostitution personality, and emeralds to signify my Oz programmed drug
business. This physically indicated to my contact(s) which mode of operation 1
was under at the rime. Rarely did I wear all three indicators at once, but they
certainly applied in this operation with Habib. Houston led me down the
waterfront boardwalk toward the hotel casino where I was to meet Habib,
walking like the Oz Scarecrow and singing, "Follow the Yellow Brick Road",
Houston led me up the elaborate escalators of the hotel to a high stakes
gambling area where Habib was playing cards. The guard at the door did not let
Houston through, and I was sent to Habib's table on my own. When I
approached, Habib leaned back in his chair to hear while I quietly recited in Oz
cryptic, "I've come such a long, long way to see you, Uncle Ronnie sent you
something."
"What would that be?" he asked loudly as he leered at me and chuckled. I
could not respond because 1 was under heavy program. He handed me his room
key and pulled me close as he hypnotically whispered, "Use the key. Put it in
the lock. Turn. Open the door, and step through a window in time." The other
gamblers at Habib's table were getting impatient, and I quickly exited the
gambling room.
When I arrived in Habib's room, two of his bodyguards accessed my
programming. "Chiefly speaking," I began reciting Reagan's message.
Arrangements were made for the two guards to pick up a fair sized shipment of
cocaine the next morning that was arriving on a small military "brass" airplane.
Houston and I would then board the plane and fly to D.C. where 1 would
complete my part of this operation;
When Habib arrived, he ushered me into the bedroom part of the suite and
began disrobing, down to his boxer shorts and gartered socks. Referring to a
recent Dante porn film I was used in, he said, "1 liked your ruffled tennis
panties..." then threw me a pink teddy and ruffled panties resembling the tennis
outfit commanding, "Put it on." I complied. He threw me a stuffed toy cat on
the pillows and explained, "That kitten is going to keep this Kitten (pointing to
me) from screaming. We're going to play Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum."
(S&M games) Habib physically resembled the violent Alice In Wonderland
characters, especially in his boxer shorts. The hysterical controlled laughter that
rose in my throat would only have intensified his abuse and was (fortunately)
choked back by terror as he begun attaching heavy rope ties to the four posters
of the bed. On command, I crawled onto the bed and lay on my stomach while
he tied me so tightly I was stretched. He shoved the stuffed cat under my