Except late one afternoon, during their fifth week, after she had completed her maid’s work, the Voyeur noticed her lying nude in the middle of one of the beds. The twin lamps on either side of the bed were on, highlighting every curve of her young body. Then, as if in a trance, she got up from the bed and pulled open a small suitcase in the closet. She groped inside and came out with a battery-operated vibrator. It was about six-inches long and flesh colored. She picked it up, brought it back to the bed, turned it on, and began to slowly apply it to her ribcage, then down over her flat stomach, and finally it came to rest between her thighs. As the tip of the vibrator touched the lips of her vagina, shivers of delight seemed to pass through her entire body.
The Voyeur watched from six or seven feet above, hearing her breathing at an increased rate, and detecting her special smell as she approached an orgasm, and the Voyeur was also wondering if her husband was aware that his wife used a vibrator and also traveled with one. If not, how did she manage to conceal it so well at all times? And where had she obtained it? The Voyeur wished he could have asked her these questions, unveiling mysteries about this sweet and accommodating woman and the man she chose to marry.
Later she got up from the bed, placed the vibrator back in the suitcase, and headed for the bathroom. She filled the tub with water, poured in an ample supply of scented oil, scrubbed and cleaned her body, and also washed her hair. After drying her body and powdering with a perfumed talc, she plugged in her hair-dryer and blow-dried her hair. She took special care in making the curly waves fall flatteringly into place. As she applied her lipstick, she paused a moment to study her naked body reflected in the dressing table mirror.
She then selected a dark blue skirt and white blouse from the closet. After she finished dressing, she tucked some money into her pocket and departed from the room.
The Voyeur left the observation platform and returned to the office. She was there to obtain change for the soft drink machine. She and the Voyeur exchanged pleasantries and a brief conversation. The Voyeur noticed that she was more beautiful at eye level than from the observation vent.
“I’m going downtown to do some shopping,” she said. “If you see my husband, would you tell him I’ll be back at around 6 o’clock?”
Conclusion: Unfortunately for this couple, they appear to have different levels of sexual intensity. He is probably a two, and she is a seven. Because of this difference, and despite their courteous behavior toward one another, real difficulties loom in the future for this marriage.
NINETEEN
GERALD FOOS took great pride in the fact that he was never caught, that his secret was never discovered. But there was at least one instance when he came dangerously close to exposure.
Up in the attic one day, watching a couple who had been staying in the motel on a weekly rate, Foos saw the husband look up at the ceiling and heard him ask his wife, “What is that vent for? That isn’t a heat vent . . . I’m a construction worker and I would recognize it.”
“What is it, then?” she asked.
“It could be a peephole.”
His wife giggled. “You mean someone could be watching everything we do?”
He said, “There are a lot of weirdos in this world.” Then he added, “I’ll find out.”
Gerald records “feeling somewhat apprehensive at the proceedings going on below.” He cautiously backed away along the attic floor, left, locked the door, and went back to the office.
In the office he pondered the severity of what he had heard. From the first, his plan, if discovered, was to call the observation platform a “‘service walkway,’ i.e. to service electrical wiring, heating pipes, plumbing access, etc. . . . The vents were used to disperse smoke and bad odors from the rooms. This is what the subject would be told if he suspected anything out of the ordinary, and then the burden of proof would be placed directly on him.”
“The next day, I didn’t know what to expect,” Gerald wrote, “but I thought perhaps the subject might call the police to investigate, or that he would confront me personally. He did neither.”
Gerald “stayed completely away from the observation tower for several days, and tried to determine what the subject was contemplating.”
“After about four days, I ventured up to the observation platform and noticed that the subject had taped the vent shut with paper. However, there was a small crack on one side, which enabled a partial observation. On this particular evening, they were engaged in an oral sex routine, which later evolved into intercourse.”
Two days later, the wife came to the office and told Gerald that her husband had gone back to their home state and she was going to follow him shortly. “At this time,” Gerald wrote, “she revealed some startling facts to me: namely, that [her husband] had climbed through the vent into the ceiling and walked around. He was a very small man, and was just barely able to get through the vent. I never thought it was possible for anyone to get through the vents, other than a small child. I explained to her that it was strictly a service area platform and she accepted this without question.”
TWENTY