Marc was still in his hippie phase - he was yet to metamorphose into the glam rocker beloved of screaming teenage girls - and would affect a posh, superior voice. I later found out he was from Hackney, but that didn`t stop me being besotted. However, in the early Seventies he became involved with American singer Gloria Jones, who later gave him a son, Rolan. Gloria played the lioness, guarding her man from adoring women. As Marc became more famous, his ego swelled and he took too many drugs. Drugs and fame were a destructive combination. When he died in 1977 after his purple Mini smashed into a tree, we were distraught. Gloria had been driving and was seriously injured herself, with a broken arm and jaw. When I visited her in hospital, she couldn`t speak. She had her mouth wired together and was frantically handwriting notes to visitors. She handed one to me. What I read horrified me. She had written: `Did you sleep with Marc?` I said: `No.` It was the only thing I could say. Gloria could have died herself - she was still very ill. So I told her what she wanted to hear. If she had asked me the same question 10 years later, I might have replied differently. Perhaps one day we will be able to talk about it. In those days everyone slept with everyone. If you said no, you were considered uptight. But I always felt guilty afterwards and I continued to go to confession. Puzzlingly, the priest was always keen to hear all the details of my partying life.