We lived a very quiet life. We'd never go out. We once went to that sex orgy, and I didn't like it, and that was that. And there were maybe one or two cocktail parties.- Christine Keeler
We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
They wanted to hear about the sex, of course. But not the rest; no one wanted to hear the rest.
They came and bound me up and I had awful stretch marks. I hated my breasts after that.
The fathers, if they got me alone, would try to kiss and fondle me. I hated it.
One way of reading my life is that I have been in constant search for a father.
No one else knows the whole story. I was there. I lived through it.
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 do not tell it all now, the story in the history books will always be imperfect and that would be wrong.
I am terrified of men these days. If someone asked me out now, I do not know what I'd say, how I'd react. But I couldn't go through with it, not at all. I suppose I have been terrified of them all along.
I would not 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.
I went out every single night so I was never alone with my stepfather. At 12, I stopped going on holiday with them. The times I was alone with him I always made sure I was all covered up.
I took on the sins of everybody, of a generation, really.
