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

They came and bound me up and I had awful stretch marks. I hated my breasts after that.

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 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.

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