Those two look a litle robosexual to me.
I have to say, she looks like she could be either Latin American or South Pacific Islander, but not African.
“My goodness, Mr. Taylor,” Maureen murmured. “Haven’t you ever seen a nurse out of uniform before?”
Young, lush, golden-haired, she was the live-in nurse who tended Frank Taylor’s bedridden wife—and to Taylor himself, a tantalizing, just-out-of-reach goad to bottled-up passions. Then came the night he realized that the perfect female body beneath the starched white uniform was tormented by needs as fevered as his own, triggering his first step toward the limits of forbidden desire…
Male, April 1965 via
Also, ‘My Bike, My Girl and To Hell With You!’ and ‘Memoirs of a Nymphomaniac’
Also ‘French Girls Barracks’, and ‘Why Detroit Won’t Give Americans A Safe Tire’