How can something so delicate as Valerie Gogan provoke such a powerful effect in the Skinful imagination? For starters, she has her appearance. Her fragility is encased in a flawless skin, a silk-soft wrapping of dark blondness the color of lightest caramel. Her hair, dark blonde as well, seems to glisten with special oils she secretes herself while in a trance of naked passion under a full moon. Her limbs are no more imposing than a fawn’s and every trace as graceful. Her face has been assembled from precious materials smuggled to earth by angels who have determined to give the human male a glimmer of the exquisite delights above. And finally, Valerie appeared in only one nude scene, from the waist up, and then Poof! gone as though she were never here--gone to where one can only imagine.