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| Christine Keeler, model and British sex scandal figure |
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Somebody who did seem to care about me was the Ghana cleaner at the dress shop where I worked as a model... One day he asked whether I would come up to London at the weekend to help him with his studies. I didn't see why not. When I got there, he seemed less keen on his studies and more keen on chatting to me. We talked quite a bit. I told him about myself and what life was like in the caravan. He told me how lonely he was in London, that he had no real friends.
"But it makes me so happy to have you here," he added, leaning forward to kiss me. I let him, but when he wanted to move onto the bed, I panicked and got up to go.
"Don't worry, honey, we won't do it properly. We'll just play a bit, that can't do any harm. I'll show you."
I was very curious. I had often wondered what it would be like, and since he had agreed not to go the whole way, I agreed and hopped on to the bed. Of course once he started, he did go the whole way. I can't say I was stimulated by the experience, and once it has happened I wondered what all the fuss was about. I didn't feel as though I had lost anything very much at all. It didn't hit me until I was sitting in the train on the way home. Then I felt terribly ashamed of what I had done, and every time I thought about it I felt sick and unable to contain my dark, dreadful secret. I never saw him again. (London, late 1950s)
from SCANDAL, by Christine Keeler (St. Martin's Press, 1989)
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