I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.
I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.
Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.