The woman, 21, was a prostitute from the French Quarter of New Orleans, hired by special permission of the attorney general of Louisiana. The year was 1970, and the man was a 24-year-old psychiatric patient. Soon, events took their course: they were enjoying themselves so much they could almost forget about the wires leading out of his skull.
She was understanding, reassuring: let’s just lie down on the bed together, she said, and see what happens. He was nervous he’d never done this before.
