My mother used to go out on her own, and I used to have to keep a look out for my stepfather coming home.

Men, all men, were always trying to get hold of me, you know.

It's been a misery for me, living with Christine Keeler.

If I don't tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.

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.

I won't say I didn't like it at the time, the sex, that is, because I wouldn't have let him do it at all if that had been the case.

They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.

The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.