Discretion Is The Polite Word For Hypocrisy.

As A Little Girl I Used To Daydream About My Real Father Coming On A White Horse To Rescue Me.

Even A Criminal Has The Right To A New Life, But They Made Sure I Did Not Have That. They Just Didn't Stop Calling Me A Prostitute For Ever And Ever And Ever And Ever.

The Fathers, If They Got Me Alone, Would Try To Kiss And Fondle Me. I Hated It.

Bill Astor Knew These Papers Were Missing. Stephen Showed His Hand In October.

Men, All Men, Were Always Trying To Get Hold Of Me, You Know.