‘I’ve met someone,’ I told the President in the winter of 1962. Tony Fahnestock, a senior at Williams College in Massachusetts, came from a similarly wealthy background to mine and had bright prospects....... On November 22, Tony and I were on our way to his parents’ house when we stopped at a petrol station. On my return from the ladies’ room, he gave me a terrible wide-eyed look and said: ‘President Kennedy’s been shot.’ For hours, I was numb with shock. But that evening, as we watched the endless coverage, I knew that I had to tell him. ‘Even after we were engaged?’ Tony asked incredulously. I nodded. ‘How many times?’ I said I didn’t know, but a lot. After a few minutes’ silence, he went to bed. Later that night, Tony came into my room, yanked back the covers and initiated our first sexual encounter. I was so desperate to keep him, I didn’t resist. It was forceful and clumsy. Then he left the bedroom as abruptly as he’d entered it.