Bill Astor knew these papers were missing. Stephen showed his hand in October.
The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.
As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.
Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.
Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.
I'm terrified of men these days. If someone asked me out now, I don't know what I'd say, how I'd react. But I couldn't go through with it, not at all. I suppose I've been terrified of them all along.