Perhaps she did. Whether we do or we don't, you still have the nerveto call it...

Perhaps she did. Whether we do or we don't, you still have the nerve
to call it degradation. I do nothing of the sort. The press,
then. The courts. Your colleagues. Do you think I don't look at
beautiful men and want them, Jack? Young men? But to pay a young man
to pretend to desire me, that WOULD be degradation. Surely the only currency for sex,
real sex, is genuine desire, on both sides. Skin for skin. Body for body. Otherwise, you're just
using another human being as a sort of handkerchief. I've said I am sorry so very many
times, and I am. Truly I am. But if I'm to continue
to be your husband, I cannot be your whipping boy