The girl calls at 11:33. "I know you said noon," she says. "I got here early. Can I come upstairs?” "Have a seat in the lobby," I reply. "I'll be right there." I've already showered and made the room-service order. All I need is a dress over the lacy lingerie Gwen bought for me. I pull the dress on and check the mirror. I'm nervous as fuck but I need to look poised and confident. I give my hair a couple strokes with the brush and head for the elevator. She’s trying to look invisible in a chair in the reception area. She’s not literally biting her fingernails, but she might as well be. She looks anxious, frightened. I walk up with a broad smile. “Jane? It’s me, Jasmin. I’m glad to meet you.” She looks up, wide-eyed, then smiles in relief. At least I’m someone she knows. After a moment she figures out that the hand I’ve extended is for her to shake. Her hand is clammy with nervousness. I take advantage of my grip to pull her up out of the ch...