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taken to the shop of a numismatist, and then, later, on the advice of the
    numismatist, to the office of a specialist in the authentication of coins.
    “This is valuable,” he said, “more so elsewhere than here.”
    Again I did not understand the nuances of his speech. I looked down at the
    object in m~ band. I assumed, from its shape and appearance, it might be some
    kind of coin. If so, however, I certainly did not recognize it. It seemed alien
    to me, totally unfamiliar. I clutched it, then, however, for he had told me that
    it was valuable.
    “You are a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he said.
    “I shan’t be coming,” I told him, petulantly. He made me angry. Too, he made me
    feel terribly uneasy. He made me feel uncomfortably, and deeply, female. Such
    feelings were terribly stimulating, but also, in their way, terribly unsettling.
    I did not know, really, how to cope with them.
    I decided I would take the beginning of next week off from work. I would try to
    find out something about the yellowish object. I would, then try to think things
    out. Then, at my leisure, I would decide whether or not to go to the stipulated
    address on Wednesday.
    “We shall see you on Wednesday,” he said.
    “Perhaps,” I said.
    “Wear the perfume,” he said.
    “All right,” I said.
    “Now kneel in the sand, facing the camera,” said the man.
    “Kneel back on your heels. Place the palms of your hands down on your thighs.
    Lift your head. Put your shoulders back. Spread your knees.”
    “Excellent,” said one of the men.
    “Now assume the same position,” said the man, “but in profile to the camera,
    your left side facing us. Keep your head up. Put your shoulders back more. Good.
    Splendid”
    “Splendid!” said another man.
    “Now face the camera on all fours,” he said. “Good. Now lift your head and purse
    your lips, as though to kiss. More. More sensuously. Now close your eyes. Good.
    “Splendid,” said another man.
    “Open your eyes now and unpurse your lips, and turn, staying on all fours, so
    that your left side is facing us, so that we have your profile to the camera.”
    I complied.
    “Now put your head down,” he said.
    I did so.
    “Splendid!” said one of the men.
    “Splendid!” said another.
    I was keenly conscious of the radical submissiveness of this posture. I almost
    trembled with arousal. I dared not even think of the effect of such a posture
    upon a woman if she had been put in it by men who were truly in power over her.
    “She will do very nicely, I think,” said the first man.
    “She will be ideal for our purposes,” said another.
    “You may get up, Tiff any,” said the first man.
    I rose to my feet. I gathered that the session was over. I was confident that
    they were pleased.
    The fan, which had produced the surrogate of an ocean breeze, was turned off.
    The photographer began to extinguish his lights and put them to the side, in a
    line against the wall.
    One of the men turned off the projector and the beach scene which had been
    projected behind me vanished, leaving in its -place a featureless, opaque, white
    screen.
    “You are very pretty, Tiffany, Miss Collins,” said the first man. “And you did
    very well.”
    “Thank you,” I said.
    “You may now change,” he said.
    “We well,” I said. I feared I might be being dismissed. I returned to the
    dressing room. I could hear them talking outside, but I could not make out what
    they were saying. In a few moments I emerged from the dressing room. I wore a
    man-tailored, beige blazer with a rather severe, matching pleated skirt, with a
    rather strict white ‘blouse, of synthetic material, and medium heels. I had
    wished to present a rather businesslike look. I did not wish to wear
    particularly feminine clothes as men are inclined to see women who do this as
    females, and behave towards them and, relate to them as such.
    Women are no longer forced, in effect, to dress as females, in particular ways,
    with all the