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

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

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.

We knew we were talking about spies. I knew he knew I knew. I was digging my own grave.

As a little girl I used to daydream about my real father coming on a white horse to rescue me.

Discretion is the polite word for hypocrisy