After taking hold of the condom, he flushed it down the toilet. She immediately pulled on her panties and trousers. He came back to the bedroom, lay beside her, and they returned to watching television.
Conclusion: The family in Room 11 stayed one more week, and then departed for a destination and dismal future unknown to the Voyeur. The couple’s son and daughter, tender in years and yet fully engrossed in the drug culture and sexual permissiveness of the 1970s, suffer immensely by not attending school and being allowed to sit around all day smoking dope. The most common form of incest is probably brother-sister, especially in poor families where children of different sexes must share the same bedroom.
TWENTY-SIX
IN THE Voyeur’s annual report of 1977—and specifically on the Thursday evening of November 10, 1977—there was reference to a situation in which the Voyeur saw, for the first time in his life, more than he wished to see.
What he saw was a murder.
It occurred in Room 10.
He described the occupants as an attractive young white couple who had rented Room 10 for more than a week. The male was a slim six-footer of about 180 pounds in his early twenties. The Voyeur deduced from his eavesdropping that the male was a college dropout and small-time drug dealer. The female was a well-proportioned blonde with a 34D-22-36 figure. The Voyeur had checked and verified her bra size after entering the room while the couple was elsewhere.
The couple exhibited a vigorous sex life, indulging in oral sex and intercourse on at least a nightly basis since moving in, and an approving account of this was noted by the Voyeur. Also described, however, were incidents in which drugs were sometimes sold to people visiting Room 10, and, while the Voyeur was upset by what he saw, he never considered notifying the police. In the past he had reported the presence of drug usage and trading (most recently in the case of the teenager in Room 11 who was having sex with his sister), but the police took no action because he would not identify himself as an eyewitness to his complaint.
On the afternoon of November 10, 1977, however, after noticing that drugs were being sold in Room 10 to a few young boys, one of whom appeared to be no older than twelve, Gerald Foos wrote in The Voyeur’s Journal:
The Voyeur was angry and decided that he himself must take action to stop this dealer in Room l0 from selling more drugs.
After the male subject left the room that afternoon, the Voyeur entered the room. He knew exactly where the drugs were hidden. The Voyeur, without any guilt, silently flushed all the remaining drugs and marijuana down the toilet. There were approximately ten bags of marijuana and many other assorted pills, and they all went to their watery grave.
This satisfied the Voyeur, and his only remaining wish was that he could appear in the million or so other places where drugs exist, and destroy them also. The Voyeur had accomplished the elimination of other drugs that he had seen other dealers selling, but these villains had never suspected the Voyeur. They just vacated the premises of the motel, thinking the drugs had been misplaced or someone of their immediate acquaintance had stolen them. They did not notify the police or complain. They simply left the motel without knowing what happened to their perilous commodities.
In describing this latest situation unfolding between the male subject and female subject in Room 10, the Voyeur is going to be very brief and only state that the male subject had blamed the female subject for taking his disappeared drugs. After fighting and arguing for about one hour, the scene below the voyeur turned to violence. This was a horrible experience, very offensive and startling—the white male struck a blow to her head, which apparently stunned her, and she yelled: “You hurt me, don’t do that,” and he replied: “Where are my drugs, you bitch? Tell me, or I’ll kill you.” She said: “I don’t know! I didn’t do anything with them.”
He didn’t believe her, and continued to hit her in the face. Then, suddenly, she kicked him in the groin area, and he really got mad. The male subject grabbed the female subject by the neck and strangled her until she fell unconscious to the floor.
The male subject, then in a panic, picked up all his things and fled the vicinity of the motel.
The Voyeur in observing from the vent, and without doubt, could see the chest of the female subject moving—which indicated to the Voyeur that she was still alive and therefore O.K. So, the Voyeur was convinced in his own mind that the female subject had survived the strangulation assault and would be all right, and he swiftly departed the observation platform for the evening.