I can’t say for sure how good Janey was at getting a likeness. The vacuity may have been inherent in her subject.

Janey was thirty-two. That first night she seemed both excited and appalled by my presence in her house, and allowed me to escape without so much as a touch. Even in my fairly innocent and totally inexperienced state I could see she wanted to sleep with me. I had no objections but was in no hurry. This was her show and I wanted to see how it turned out.

Just the same, at home in bed I lay awake for most of that night, wondering what was happening to me. I felt as if I were disappearing.