The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.
However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.
Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.
They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.
Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.