I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.
I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.
Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.
One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.
If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.
However I dress it up, I was a spy and I am not proud of it.