I never heard that either. I do have this one story about Hillary and her father:
Then Rick takes Hillary back to her parents’ home at 7AM on Sunday morning and Rick was startled to find this: “The door flew open. The moment of truth. Here’s old pops with a smile on his face and a cocktail in his hand. “Hi, kids, how you doing?” Mr. Rodham said in an Ozzie Nelson like manner. How do you think I am doing after banging your daughter all night, you fucking nit-wit, I thought. A father in name alone.
I just smiled and said, “Fine. Thank-you. Just fine.”
I had been right about him all along. Both he and his wife appeared to be juiced. They stayed up all night while we were socializing at Red’s. He asked if I’d care for a drink, a Bloody Mary. Why not. Bloody Marys, cool. They tasted real good. I should have shown him my bloody back.
Hillary excused herself and went up to her room. Probably to dig my flesh out from underneath her fingernails. I remember sitting on the couch with her dad, Hugh, my new buddy.” [Biesada, p.68]
from here: http://1984arkansasmotheroftheyear.blogspot.com/2014/12/rick-biesada-my-one-night-stand-with.html
Thanks........snort)))))))))))). ; )