Watching the sunset descending over the Rocky Mountains is something of a ritual for the Voyeur and Gerald. The sun sinks slowly below the horizon draping the mountains in veils of orange and red.
With each sunset, it marks a new night of observation—as long as the guests in the rooms oblige. The Voyeur’s nights on the observation platform begin well enough, but before long the Voyeur begins frowning at the non-action in the guest rooms . . . After a night of many observations, the Voyeur would climb down from the platform and watch the breaking of the dawn. He lived on simple food, and when weary he sat down and wrote in his journal, recording the happenings. The Voyeur thought of how excellent the morning air smelled, and made out-of-the-way excursions along the outside corridor of the motel, into which compartments or rooms open along the narrow passageway, to accomplish his mission of determining whether or not lights were on in the rooms that the Voyeur had just observed. He was always aware of the goings-on in his motel, and the rooms which housed the observable guests, and he paused and hoped to get a glimpse of a guest coming from a room which he had observed during the night, and have perhaps a small conversation . . .
And he sometimes believed he could communicate from the attic to his guests via mental telepathy.
For example, this particular evening the female subject was reclining on the bed, the television was off, and it was very quiet in the room below the vent. She was clearly of Scandinavian extraction, her hair being ash blonde, her eyes pale blue, her skin fair and freckled. Her figure was soft and supple, yielding and yearning. Her straight hair fell to just below her shoulders and was cropped in bangs across her forehead. Her mouth was full-lipped and the bright pink color of bubble gum. The same shade of pink color was evident under the bodice of her gauzy, silken nightgown, which peaked with her large, slightly pendulous breasts . . .
She lowered her right hand from her breasts to her vagina and began to rub her clitoris, seeming to be caught up in the rapture which was coursing through her body, and the clammy smell of the fragrant vaginal moisture grew stronger, more powerful to the observing Voyeur’s nose only six feet away.
Then her restlessness disappeared as she reclined on the bed and began reading a book. Because it had been an incurious and uneventful day in the observation laboratory, the Voyeur decided to conduct an experiment utilizing the female subject. The Voyeur had been conducting this identical experiment during the past two years, and he has realized some success exploiting receptive-intelligent subjects.
The Voyeur began to concentrate on the female subject’s eyes and attempt to transfer a thought. The thought the Voyeur was attempting to transfer was for the subject to raise her eyes from the book and look upward toward the vent. After several frustrating minutes of concentration, she finally raised her eyes and looked at the observation vent. Was this just an accident of voluntary movement, or had the Voyeur actually communicated using brain waves? On several other occasions, the Voyeur encouraged a female subject to raise her eyes to the vent. This particular female subject was definitely marked by extraordinary perception. But after concentrating on the female subject for some time, she apparently became uneasy with this unknown phenomenon that was thrust upon her intellectuality and she went to the bathroom and closed the door. The experiment ended when she returned to the room, turned out the light and retired.
Conclusion: If the subject is a female, and has just concluded masturbation, you have an excellent opportunity of getting her to respond. This is perhaps because of her concentration level being expanded. Female subjects appear to respond progressively better to the Voyeur than male subjects. This is probably due to the fact that the Voyeur’s interest is primarily concerned with females, and he experiences a stronger thought level in this application . . . The Voyeur will continue with these experiments and will report any significant discoveries to the journal in the future.
Often Foss would spend several stressful hours becoming irritated at watching people watching television—especially those attractive couples who, instead of having sex, spent all their time in bed arguing over what to watch, with the men maintaining control over the clicker while the resentful women eventually buried themselves under the blankets.
We have become a nation of TV maniacs, depending on this medium to supply all our emotional needs. It is a rare occasion when the TV isn’t turned on.