Bill just wants to be loved

Does Julie Tauber McMahon fit the picture? McMahon, 48, is the latest woman to become a Bill Clinton mistress with a name attached.

When it comes to Bill's sex life, the only mystery left is the identity of all these women who are said to feed his appetite like burgers and donuts. Does anyone have their telephone numbers? Despite the Horndog in Chief's propensity for getting caught there is a shocking lack of information on the ladies who receive him.

McMahon has been named and photographed by America's most distinguished scandal sheet, the National Enquirer. The case looks promising.

So far in Bill's career we know of Gennifer Flowers, Paula Jones and Marilyn Joe Jenkins. But they were doing whatever they did more than 20 years ago. Then we had Oval Office allegations by poor spurned Kathleen Wiley with no satisfaction proved, and success of a sort with Monica Lewinsky. There were persistent rumours of fun with rich Canadian bombshell Belinda Stronach but no forensic confirmation, and nothing but denials from latest Hollywood starlet Gina Gershon (left). Is this it for a Presidential rake? Surely there must be more.

Now at last we get a revealing glimpse behind the privet hedges of leafy Chappaqua where Bill and Hill settled in golf club comfort and where McMahon is their neighbour. It is a disturbingly suburban glimpse. Vanity Fair speculates on glamorous sexual frenzy aboard Air Fuck One, Bill's globe-trotting jet on loan from his supermarket buddy Ron Burkle. The Enquirer tells a different story.

The tabloid finds Bill sneaking through the cul-de-sacs a-throb when wife Hill has business in DC, or waiting behind the shades as McMahon slips over to his place when her three children are asleep.

McMahon is a divorcee of 48, her husband Bill McMahon dumping her with $30m in stocks in 1998. Bill met her years before in Aspen while skiing and they rediscovered each other as neighbours with empty beds. This is John Cheever in his suburban zeitgeist stories of the 1950s, but without the thrill of the cocktail shaker.

It rings so true despite half-hearted denials: McMahon is the daughter of Michigan millionaire Joel Tauber, longtime Democratic Party boss, cigar chomper and campaign fundraiser. Clinton's kind of guy and he was schnoring in Tauber's Aspen home when he sniffed out his daughter.

She seems like a nice lady, trim in blue jeans and blond Hillary bob. There is nothing scary about her. According to the Enquirer she has been Bill's "secret mistress" since he moved in 2001 but dumped him this year when he insisted on campaigning for Hillary rather than marrying her. The Enquirer says it knows all this from a family member who has passed a lie-detector test. And who could make it up?

The Kennedy Boys really did have Marilyn Monroe, the nation's quintessential woman, and then tossed her aside like a used tissue. They knew sin. Bill, on the other hand, gets into trouble for promising to marry his girls - Jenkins, Lewinsky and now McMahon - and then letting them down.

Is this the truth behind the Horndog myth? Bill has always been driven by a need to please, the puppy who wants a pat on the head. For a man who could take his pick, there is more than a suggestion of anyone-will-do about the women we know about. Perhaps he is less lothario than lonesome suburban man in need of company, and not too picky. ·