I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.
Even a criminal has the right to a new life, but they made sure I did not have that. They just didn't stop calling me a prostitute for ever and ever and ever and ever.
It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.
The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.