We walked into that room alone, and Trump shut the door behind us. I turned around, and within seconds, he was pushing me against the wall, and forcing his tongue down my throat.

Now, Im a tall, strapping girl who grew up wrestling two giant brothers. I even once sparred with Mike Tyson. It takes a lot to push me. But Trump is much biggera looming figureand he was fast, taking me by surprise, and throwing me off balance.

I was stunned. And I was grateful when Trumps longtime butler burst into the room a minute later, as I tried to unpin myself.