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.
I like to think that people live on in other people's memories.
Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.
I have survived and possibly I should not hope for more than that.
They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.