And then one day about four years ago, while looking at porn online (oh yeah, I like to look at porn online), I stumbled across a website for basically interactive porn/hooking up, etc. I won't name which one here since I'm not getting paid for free advertisement, but I'm sure you're familiar. It started the way most of those things do... first it's "Well I'll just look, but I'll never chat" then it's "Well I'll chat, but I'll never take photos," which evolves to "Well I'll take photos, but I'd never cam, and I'd never, ever meet up in real life!" and the next thing you know you're naked hanging off of your bed, fucking yourself with a purple dildo in front of 1,500 viewers around the world, making arrangements to meet with that hot Greek guy you've been chatting with for months now. Ahem. Point being, a frog gets cooked in cold water, or however the saying goes. Social norms evolve. Real fast. Faster if you're a horny motherfucker...

I quietly crept upstairs, taking off my shoes first so as not to make a noise. Sue's bedroom door was very slightly open and I remember still to this day peeking thru the crack and watching my mum 'doing' a punter. They were lying on top of the bed, not in it, so I got an excellent view of the proceedings; Sue with her legs spread wide apart, bent at the knees, with this bloke who was a little bit porky and, I suppose, in his 30's, pushing himself in an out of her. It was spell bounding. She was gently purring away while he was huffing and puffing and mumbling something under his breath. After a short while he stopped and said, "Ok bitch, you on top now."

And with that they switched places and mum lowered herself on top of his throbbing penis (the first cock I ever did see!). She asked him if he minded if she smoked and he okayed that and so she lit up, blew some smoke out of the side of her mouth and looked towards the door. I felt her eyes on me as she turned her head, put the fag back in her mouth and thrust away at him like a mad woman...

She became known for her outspokenness. Once, while in attendance at a party, a guest made a comment about rape, and Bankhead reportedly replied "I was raped in our driveway when I was eleven. You know darling, it was a terrible experience because we had all that gravel."

She professed to having a ravenous appetite for sex, but not for a particular type. "I've tried several varieties of sex. The conventional position makes me claustrophobic. And the others give me either stiff neck or lockjaw", she said.

Once, at a party, one of her friends brought along a young man who boldly told Bankhead that he wanted to make love to her that night. She didn't bat an eye and said, "And so you shall, you wonderful, old-fashioned boy." Another version of the story holds that Bankhead met Chico Marx at a party before her reputation had overturned the presumption that William B. Bankhead's daughter would be disgusted by Marx's typically crude (yet generally effective) approach. According to Dick Cavett, after Marx had been cautioned to be on his best behavior with Bankhead, the two first spoke at the punch bowl.

"Miss Bankhead."
"Mr. Marx." And, as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Chico told her, "You know, I really want to fuck you.". She replied, "And so you shall, you old-fashioned boy."