We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.
From Christine Keeler
They came and bound me up and I had awful stretch marks. I hated my breasts after that.
Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.
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.
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.
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