Returning to the observation platform, he is standing up peeking through the curtains, complaining that “some son-of-a-bitch has left his lights on.”
In order to accomplish the remainder of his lovemaking procedure, he placates his position by getting under the covers to eliminate the light. He finally gets her undressed because I see her hands appear on the side of the bed dropping her robe and nightgown out. The room is lit up real well, and he begins his animal-like thrusting under the covers. He is finished in three minutes, and immediately withdraws and departs for the bathroom.
I finally get to see her body when she uncovers to wipe the semen away on my bedspread. She is very beautifully proportioned, but probably equally stupid and dumb.
He comes back from the bathroom and notes that the lights outside are still on. He says, “I wonder what the situation is with this car with the lights on.”
Stupid bastard, he’ll never know what my situation is, but I am well informed as to his unfortunate position in life.
Conclusion: I am still unable to determine what function I serve . . . Apparently, I’m delegated the responsibility of this heavy burden to be placed upon myself—never being able to tell anyone! If vanity or fate appoints this position for me in life, then I will be appreciably diminished by this unfair compromise. The depression builds, but I will continue onward with my research. I’ve pondered on occasion that perhaps I don’t exist, only represent a product of the subjects’ dreams. No one would believe my accomplishments as a Voyeur anyway, and therefore the dreamlike manifestation would explain my reality.
There is definitely a correlation between subjects who want the lights off during sexual activity and their profile. Normally, subjects from rural areas; non-educated types; minority groups; older generation subjects; southern-influenced subjects—are inclined to indulge in sex in darkness. After observing so many of these subjects, I can tell almost immediately the subjects who will turn the lights out. It is difficult to explain, but I accurately recorded an entire year of subjects who turned off the lights and those who left it on during sexual activity. Ninety percent of those who turned off the light fell within the category described above.
ELEVEN
THE LIMITED dimensions of the motel’s room space, and the relatively short periods of time that existed between the entrances and exits of his guests—he rented Room 4 to five different “hot sheet” guests on one memorable New Year’s Eve—meant that the larger lives of the Voyeur’s subjects usually remained undetermined; but sometimes, if the guests who had drawn his special interest were also residents of the Denver area, he would capitalize on the convenience and stealthily visit their homes.
One woman he followed home was a middle-aged, overweight individual of close to fifty who had sex at the Manor House Motel one evening with a well-dressed and attractive gentleman in his early thirties.
From detailed conversation by the subjects, it was learned that they had met at a P.W.O.P. (Parents Without Partners) dance.
In the motel, after pouring and mixing a drink for the two of them, the female subject dropped her skirt to the floor and quickly pulled off her sweater. Then she said: “Undress me. Take off my bra and panties.”
The male subject grasped the snap of her bra, and, in a flash, it was gone, and the female subject’s full breasts jiggled, with the right one being one-third larger than the left, and they hung in a pendulous fashion.
“Do you like my body, darling?” she asked.
“It’s fantastic,” he said. “You’re gorgeous.”
The male subject didn’t waste time. After removing her panties, he moved her to the bed and, after undressing himself, he moved down and touched his mouth on her vagina, and soon she was crying frantically, “Lick me, baby.”
The male subject then withdrew his mouth and fingers and said, “I’m having difficulty making my car payment.”
She moved away and reached toward the bed table for her purse, and gave him a hundred-dollar bill . . .
After fifteen minutes, the female subject had her orgasm, and she made an effort to perform fellatio on the male subject, but he said, “I’m really tired, but I need an extra fifty dollars to finish paying my bills.” She again reached for her purse, paid him the money, and then she slid her mouth all the way down his penis—directly below the vent of the viewing Voyeur.