I Enjoyed Sex And Indulged In It

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.

They Wanted To Hear About The Sex, Of Course. But Not The Rest; No One Wanted To Hear The Rest.

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