God Forbid: The Sex Scandal That Brought Down a Dynasty

-You ready? -Yep. All set.

All right. Ready to roll?

A camera rolling.

Oh, shit, I don't--

Let me mentally prepare myself

'cause I know my parents are gonna watch this one day.

So, just-- Um...

Look, if I would've known that accepting this woman's invitation

to go back to her hotel room

would've led to a scandal involving the president

of the largest Christian university in the world

and the president of the United States,

I would've walked away and just enjoyed my private life.

If you go to the Fontainebleau on a Saturday,

it looks like you're in Vegas.

And if you don't have the connections,

you're gonna wait two hours in line.

It's a big party scene, everyone's having a good time,

people are drinking, there's cabanas.

People ordering bottle service, spending a lot of money.

The waitresses would get hit on, you know, us guys would get hit on too.

That's why it's a fun job.

My job as a pool attendant at the Fontainebleau was very simple.

Folding towels, fixing the chairs, umbrellas,

and just interact with the guests.

March 2012 was like any other day.

I'm doing the usual, just, uh, changing towels, talking to the guests.

That day, I...

I was flirting with, you know, some girls.

They were about my age.

And then I look over, you know, behind my shoulder,

and I see this woman looking at me.

She was just laying back, sipping on a drink,

and just eyeing me down, just staring at me.

She was actually snapping pictures of me.

She was in her 40s, more than twice my age.

She was attractive.

Yeah, she was a cougar.

And I'm like, "Why are you taking pictures of me?"

And then she tells me,

"Don't waste your time with the younger ones.

They don't know what they're doing."

And at that moment, I knew that she probably wanted something more.

It started intensifying.

She makes a proposition.

She's like, "You wanna go back to my hotel?"

I'm like, "Let's go back. I'm down."

Like, I-- I don't think any 20-year-old would reject this proposition, right?

If an attractive woman tells you to go back to the hotel room,

you're probably gonna take it.

And then she told me, "But one thing, though.

My, uh, my husband wants to watch."

Jerry Falwell Jr. is officially out as President of Liberty University.

The evangelical leader resigning from the college his father founded

under a cloud of scandal.

His fall from grace was swift and steep.

A one-time Miami pool attendant, Giancarlo Granda,

claiming he had a seven-year affair with Falwell's wife, Becki,

and that Falwell watched when they were intimate.

It is the latest in a shocking string of scandals

to hit one of the most influential families

in the evangelical Conservative movement.

I grew up in, uh, Westchester, Miami,

which is a predominately Cuban, working-class, uh, neighborhood.

He was a cute, little, blond baby.

Everyone loved him-- Adorable.

He was the typical, annoying little brother.

We have a seven-year difference.

My childhood was pretty much normal,

you know, in Miami standards.

Giancarlo may seem a little aloof, a little guarded.

That's just him being a product of his upbringing.

He was raised in a conservative Catholic family in Miami.

Write to me, Jerry Falwell--

His mom grew up on The Old-Time Gospel Hour,

courtesy of Jerry Falwell Sr.

She was very religious.

She was a true believer.

As a child, he was always the social kid.

He made friends everywhere he went.

- I went to a Catholic high school called St. Brendan High School.

Once he got into the teen years,

there was a little bit of a switch in him.

He got really into video games.

It was an addiction.

Just spent an unhealthy amount of time playing video games.

It became a problem.

My personality just completely transformed.

I started to isolate, withdraw.

He became introverted, antisocial.

My ability to feel comfortable in a social setting was, uh, compromised.

Like, I just-- I didn't wanna be out with friends.

I didn't feel comfortable.

It was rough to experience

'cause no one really knew how to handle it.

My parents, my sister,

they were very supportive during that time.

It was a dark period for me.

- It was sad and-- and hard for all of us, especially my parents

because they didn't really know how to handle it.

After high school, I told myself, "I need to change my life,"

so I started eating healthy, started working out.

But I was still that shy, reserved kid.

I still had insecurities.

I wanted to-- to work and experience life,

and-- and actually, make money and save money.

So I reached out to a friend that worked at the Fontainebleau Hotel.

- That's when he really started coming out of his shell,

dating girls, having a social life.

He was doing good.

He was excited about school, excited about his future.

I worked at the Fontainebleau for one year.

I was working full-time and going to school part-time.

There's days where I was making, like, $200 to $500 a day in cash.

It was pretty good for a 20-year-old.

- From that dark time when he was, like, 15

to where he was at now, like, it was just a different kid.

When he started busting out, that was a whole new world for him.

And he went off the deep end head-first.

After my shift, I'm driving home.

I tell my sister what's gonna happen.

This is a terrible idea.

Like, this is weird.

Who are these people? Where are they from?

Are they just here in Miami just to do sexual escapades?

- She's like, "Oh, this doesn't sound like a good idea."

There's only so much I could tell him.

Like, once he makes up his mind and is gonna do something,

he's gonna do it.

I probably should've listened to her.

- That's been our relationship our entire lives.

Like, if you'd just listened to me from the beginning,

your life would be a lot easier.

That night, I get a phone call from a blocked private number,

and, uh, it was the woman.

She said, "We rented a hotel room at the Days Inn just around the block."

They didn't wanna do it at the Fontainebleau

'cause their kids were staying there.

My brother calls me on his way

so someone knew what he was doing and where he was going.

In case things got weird, someone knew where to go to get him.

I walk into the-- to the lobby.

I'm nervous. I'm like, "What the hell am I doing?"

Again, this is a very stupid scenario I got myself into.

And I'm trying to talk myself out of it,

but then, I'm also thinking, "Eh, who cares? I'll just do this."

I was a horny 20-year-old.

Uh, there-- There really is no other explanation other than that.

This guy was as green as they come.

He never even had a high school girlfriend.

She's sitting there on the couch.

I sit down. I'm nervous.

She's like, "Hey, I'm Becki. Take this to-- to calm down."

She told me that,

"The night before, we were at a swingers club called Miami Velvet."

I'm like, "Oh, shit."

"No, that's not our thing, it's too public.

"We want something more private.

"We were looking around for other people, and you were perfect."

She stroked my inner thigh.

She did a very good job at seducing me.

And the Jack Daniels definitely helped.

And she said, "All right, let's just go up to the room."

I'm like, "All right. Shit, let's do it."

It's a small hotel room. There's two beds.

As I walk in, it's just her husband,

he's laying on the bed, jeans are unzipped.

He's having a drink,

kinda giggling to himself 'cause he-- he's excited.

We did small talk, trying to just get comfortable with each other.

I told the husband, I'm like,

"Hey, if you get jealous, or you don't like this

"and you-- you don't want me here,

just let me know and I'll walk out, no problem."

"Oh, no. Don't worry about it. Just go for it.

I'm gonna sit right here, and, uh, you guys do your thing."

We start kissing, we were feeling each other up.

And then she said, "Anything but.

No penetration, no actual sex, just oral sex."

We're kissing, and, you know, we go back to the bed.

Oh, shit, I don't--

Yeah, it's-- Ev-- Ev-- Whenever I think of it,

I just-- I cringe at the thought of it but...

The husband gets up, and I get-- I get a little nervous.

I'm like, "What is he doing behind me?"

Uh, but he goes to the corner of the room.

He took off his jeans and then he just started, uh, jacking off.

Let's talk about cuck theory.

Ultimately, it's a guy who likes to watch.

"I'm fulfilled on a sexual level

by watching my wife with a Cuban stallion."

I kept looking back, and I saw him, like, in the corner.

He was trying to hide.

He didn't want himself being exposed or anything.

He just wanted to observe the situation.

I wish the husband wasn't there.

That would've been a better situation.

That's what I was telling myself at the time.

As a horny 20-year-old,

I'm like, "I'm gonna block this out, I'm gonna have sex with this cougar."