I never found anyone who was good enough, who I could trust enough.

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

I enjoyed sex and indulged in it when I fancied the men.

He's 85 and he's met another woman. Still, at 85, why ever not?

He had a way with him. Before you had a chance to say no, he was there and done. That only happened to me once before, with a duke, who literally swept me off my feet, and before I knew what was happening, we'd done it. Another terrible mistake.

Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy.