The boy James Blaine was drawn to older women as a bee is drawn to honey. And why not?

Madelaine—38, beautiful and strange—would slake her desire for him in exhilarating ways that left her virginity intact. Columnist Olga would teach him even more sophisticated acts, and even the lady psychiatrist who vowed to cure him of his “syndrome” fell herself before his youthful virility and charm. . . . No, James Blaine had no problem. To him, all cats were grey at night, some merely more expert than others. Until he met the rich and jaded Dorothy Di Marco, whose unspeakable passions would strip him of that young manhood and leave him maddened for revenge . ..