Model and former “America’s Next Top Model” judge Janice Dickinson remains silent on revelations that she changed her story about what happened with comedian Bill Cosby in a Lake Tahoe hotel.
Dickinson, who accused Cosby of raping her after slipping her a drink after a dinner in 1982, previously claimed in her book that Cosby went to bed in a separate room and never touched her.
Veteran Hollywood talent agent Don Gibble told The Daily Caller Monday that his former client Beverly Johnson and acquaintance Dickinson fabricated their stories of drugging and physical assault by Cosby. (RELATED: Beverly Johnson Had Brunch With Cosby and His Wife).
Dickinson told Howard Stern that she feared she would be sued if she wrote about Cosby in her 2002 HarperCollins memoir “No Lifeguard on Duty: The Accidental Life of the World’s First Supermodel.” But Dickinson did write about Cosby — and the story she told is markedly different than her current version.
“Bill Cosby Live In Lake Tahoe: The Updated Version” (2015)
“The next morning I woke up, and I wasn’t wearing my pajamas, and I remember before I passed out that I had been sexually assaulted by this man,” Dickinson told Entertainment Tonight. “…Before I woke up in the morning, the last thing I remember was Bill Cosby in a patchwork robe, dropping his robe and getting on top of me. And I remember a lot of pain. The next morning I remember waking up with my pajamas off and there was semen in between my legs.”
The Original “Bill Cosby Show” (2002)
From the book
“‘Exhausted?’ he asked, and it was clear he was trying hard to keep his temper in check. ‘After all I’ve done for you, that’s what I get? I’m exhausted …. ‘
‘Well gee Bill, if I had known it was going to be like this-‘
He waved both hands in front of my face, silencing me. Then he gave me the dirtiest, meanest look in the world, stepped into his suite, and slammed the door in my face.”
To The New York Observer (2002)
“Oh, he’s so sad. He dangled a TV role. And he called me in rehab to come to Tahoe. In rehab! I was shell-shocked, and I’m getting bushels of fruit from Jagger. No one gave a rat’s ass about my sobriety. But you see, that’s the gilded prison of fashion. We’re riding in private jets, and meantime I was so incredibly, painfully sad and lonely. And trying to fill up the vapid hole with sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll.”