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  FIVE

  A WEEK after I had returned home to New York, I received from Gerald Foos the opening twenty pages of The Voyeur’s Journal, which begins in 1965.

  “Today was the fulfillment and realization of a dream that has constantly occupied my mind and being. Today, I purchased the Manor House Motel, and that dream has been consummated. Finally, I will be able to satisfy my constant yearning and uncontrollable desire to peer into other people’s lives. My voyeuristic urges will now be placed into effect on a plane higher than anyone else has contemplated. My contemporaries would only dream of accomplishing what I am actually going to do with the facilities of the Manor House Motel.”

  However, it took him several months, and much frustration, before he was able to convert his attic into a viewing platform. From The Voyeur’s Journal:

  Nov. 18, 1966—Business has been great and I am missing observing several interesting guests, but patience has always been my watchword, and I must accomplish this task with the utmost of perfection and brilliance. The fabricating shop will have an experimental vent finished according to my specifications tomorrow. I am looking forward with great anticipation and hoping it will function properly and fit my needs.

  Nov. 19, 1966—The vent doesn’t work! I cut a hole in the ceiling of #6 and placed the vent in the hole and my wife, Donna, sometimes could be seen from the observation station on top. I must take the vent back and have smaller slats cut in the front and bent at a strategically engineered angle to deflect light.

  Nov. 20, 1966—The sheet metal fabricating shop thinks I am building some special heat-deflecting vent. Ha!! These simple-minded 40-hour-week wonders wouldn’t have the intelligence to determine what I was doing if it was revealed to them. This is costing me money rebuilding this vent, but I must have it at any cost.

  Nov. 21, 1966—These idiots working for this sheet metal shop are dumb as radishes. They never think on a level higher than cigarettes or beer. “This vent will never function properly,” they say. If I told them what purpose it was going to serve they probably wouldn’t comprehend.

  Nov. 22, 1966—I installed the vent in #6, and after several failures in fabrication, this one works perfectly and I finally have one room to be used as my personal observation laboratory. My wife, Donna, peered down the vent from the top, and I could not see her below, regardless of how close she approached the vent with her face. We checked the vent at night with the lights on and off and she could not be seen. Wonderful, I had finally developed the most appropriate method of observing guests who occupy the room without their ever being aware of the situation . . . I will have the finest laboratory in the world for observing people in their natural state, and then begin determining for myself exactly what goes on behind closed bedroom doors, both procedure and behavior.

  Nov. 23, 1966—The work is exhausting! I am busy building a walkway approximately 3 feet wide down the center of the attic of The Manor House Motel . . . We will carpet the walkway to facilitate walking and crawling. Additionally, we will build the walkway wider at each vent to accommodate two persons to observe at the same time, and it will also enable exchange of quiet reserved conversation between the observers.

  Nov. 24, 1966—The observation laboratory is completed and ready to be rented to a wide range of guests. My anticipation is nearing realization, and my voyeuristic tendencies and overwhelming interest in the conduct of different people’s lives is about to be satisfied and materialize.

  Later the same day:

  Subject #1

  Description: Approx. 35-year-old white male, in Denver on business. 5’10”, 180 lbs, white collar, probably college educated. Wife 35 years old, 5’4”, 130 lbs, pleasing plump, dark hair, Italian extraction, educated, 37-28-37.

  Activity: Room #10 was rented to this couple at 7 p.m., by myself. He registered and I noticed he had class and would be a perfect subject to have the distinction of being #1. After registration, I immediately left for the observation walkway . . . It was tremendous seeing my first subjects, for the initial observation, enter the room. The subjects were represented to my vision, clearer than anticipated and it was great. I had a feeling of tremendous power and exhilaration at my accomplishment. I had accomplished what other men had only dreamed of doing and the thought of superiority and intelligence occupied my brain. A man has one life to live and with unrelenting determination and dedication, I was realizing my dream.

  As I peered into the vent from my observation platform, I could see the entire motel room, and to my delight the bathroom was also viewable, together with the sink, commode, and bathtub. The view was excellent, more than I had anticipated. Viewed from the inside of the motel room, the 6”x14” vent was painted the same color as the room. Guests will probably picture it as a heat vent or foul air ejector. It appears perfectly natural in the setting that was created for it.

  I could see the subjects below me, and without question they were a perfect couple to be the first to perform on the stage that was created especially for them, and many others to follow, and I would be the audience. After going to the bathroom with the door closed, she sat in front of the mirror looking at her hair and remarked she was getting grey. He was in an argumentative mood and appeared disagreeable with his assignment in Denver. The evening passed uneventful until 8:30 p.m., when she finally undressed revealing a beautiful body, slightly plump, but sexually attractive anyway. He appeared disinterested when she laid on the bed beside him, and he began smoking one cigarette after another and watching TV . . . Finally after kissing and fondling her, he quickly gained an erection and entered her in the male superior position, with little or no foreplay, and orgasmed in approximately 5 minutes. She had no orgasm and went to the bathroom to clean out the semen, immediately. They turned off the light and TV and retired for the evening without comment or conversation.

  Conclusion: They are not a happy couple. He is too concerned about his position and doesn’t have time for her. He is very ignorant of sexual procedure and foreplay despite his college education.

  This is a very undistinguished beginning for my observation laboratory . . . I’m certain things will improve.

  Things did not improve for Gerald Foos with regard to the second couple, and he did not take much space in writing about them.

  Nov. 25, 1966

  Subject #2

  Description: Approx. 30-year-old black male, employment unknown, 6’, 185 lbs. Female companion, 30 yrs. old, 5’5”, 120 lbs, unknown employment.

  Activity: Room #4 was rented to this black male and black female companion at 1 p.m. They entered the room and were discussing his attempt to get money from his friend but so far had been unsuccessful. The entire conversation was in regard to money, either that he had coming in from sources, or obtaining from other sources . . . He brought in a pint of cheap bourbon, of which they mixed with water and drank. For the next fifteen minutes they rolled all over the bed attempting to dislodge their clothing. No conversation was present during this time. After finally getting undressed, he pulled the sheet, blanket, and bedspread over them and covered completely up to their noses. He immediately entered her and after thrusting for several minutes, the covers came down past his buttocks, but he stopped and pulled them back up over his head. He had to remain covered. After ­orgasm, they never cleaned up. She never went to the bathroom and he began his talk about money. They dressed and left immediately at 3 p.m.

  Nov. 26, 1966

  Subject #3

  Description: Approx. 50-year-old white male, 5’6”, 145 lbs, educated, well-groomed and dressed. Wife, approx. 50 years old, 5’1”, 130 lbs, well-groomed and dressed, educated, graying hair black, German extraction, visiting their son and ­daughter-in-law in Aurora area for Thanksgiving holidays.

  Activity: Room #12 was rented to this outstanding looking older couple for a period of 3 days. I observed this couple on several different occasions, after their checking in at 4 p.
m., and they were busy preparing to meet their son’s wife for the first time, and from their conversation apparently didn’t approve of her. They returned at midnight, and were still angry at the situation regarding their daughter-in-law and continued to discuss and ponder the idea of not telling their son how they feel. He said that their son’s wife was probably “good in bed,” and that is probably why he married her. [The wife] removed her clothing, unhooking her bra strap by sliding it around to the front. She removed her shoes and sprayed the interior of the shoes with some sort of deodorant. She prepared a bath, and washed her hair in the sink. After wrapping her hair in a towel she entered the bathtub and washed herself, getting up on her knees to scrub her vaginal area. After the bath, she spent 1 hour preparing her hair in rollers and primping in front of the mirror. This is a 50-year-old woman! Imagine the hours she has wasted in her lifetime. By this time her husband is asleep and no sex transpired tonight. . . .

  The next morning at 9 a.m., I observed her giving him oral sex to completion, with the sperm running down her cheek. She went through complete orgasm without any assistance from him.

  Observed them the following 2 days, and they enjoyed a combination of intercourse and oral sex on another occasion.

  Conclusion: Educated, upper-middle-class older couple who enjoy a tremendous sex life.

  SIX

  BETWEEN THE Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays of 1966, Gerald Foos spent enough time in his attic to observe forty-six of his guests participating in some form of sexual activity, at times singularly, at times with a partner, and, on one occasion, with two partners.

  Despite his many years as a freelance voyeur prior to buying the motel, Foos had no previous experience watching a threesome in action, and so during the late afternoon of December 15, he did not anticipate anything uncommon when two neatly attired men and a woman approached him at the registration desk and requested a single room for the evening.

  “The furnace in our home just stopped working, and my wife here is freezing,” volunteered the larger man, a broad-shouldered, red-haired individual in his early thirties who wore a tan suede sports jacket over a maroon turtlenecked sweater. The woman smiled, while the younger man stood behind the couple saying nothing.

  After the red-haired man had signed the register, listing his name and that of his wife’s while ignoring their companion’s, Foos’s instinct was to say something, but resisted when the woman requested that he recommend the name of a nearby restaurant. Foos assumed that the three of them would soon be going out to dinner but only the couple would be returning later to spend the night. After handing them the key to Room 9, Foos watched as they turned and walked toward the main building, each carrying an overnight bag. Checking the registration form, he noticed that the red-haired man had listed as his home address the name and location of a vacuum cleaner retail store located in downtown Denver.

  Since Viola was still on duty, Foos quickly excused himself and went to the attic, positioning himself above Room 9 and writing on a notepad what he saw.

  They were a very polite, very organized couple with male companion. The husband immediately took off all his clothes, except his shorts. His wife disrobed and so did the male companion, who revealed a large penis of at least 8” to 10”. The husband was interested in taking pictures of his wife sucking the large penis and holding it in her hand.

  They then proceeded to have intercourse in several different positions while the husband continued to take pictures and also was beginning to masturbate during the progress of the act. They assumed the female-superior position and the husband got real close to the plunging penis and exclaimed, “You have such a nice big cock and I love to see it go in and out.” The husband was now more actively engaged in masturbation and reached orgasm at the same time as his wife and their companion. Then the husband said: “Hold it right there, and don’t withdraw your cock until I get my camera ready.” He took several pictures of the companion’s penis still embedded in his wife’s vagina, with the semen running down. For a while they all three laid quiet on the bed and relaxed, discussing vacuum cleaner sales. The companion apparently works as a sales rep for the vacuum cleaner firm that the husband and wife operate. Later, the three of them got dressed and left.

  And so I have seen my first episode of “threesome sex,” which enables this husband to fulfill his voyeur’s drive. I could completely envision myself playing the husband’s role, and I would definitely like to explore the possibilities of seeing this transpire in my life. I would really like to participate, and it displeases me that, at present, I must remain an observer. Incidentally, this was the largest penis that I have seen so far.

  On the following evening, two young women from Vallejo, California, both of them schoolteachers attending a seminar in Denver, arrived at the Manor House Motel and were welcomed by Gerald Foos. After assigning them to Room 5, which had two double beds, he provided them with local maps and sightseeing brochures, and then escorted them to their room in the main building while carrying their luggage. Before closing their door and issuing them two keys, he assured them that he was always available for further assistance, and then after saying goodnight, he headed over to the utility room and the ladder leading up to his viewing platform and writing pad.

  They are very appealing young women, one a buxom blonde standing about 5’8” and 120 lbs, and the other a brunette at 5’3” and 110 lbs. After a while they had removed their clothes and the blonde was giving the other a massage, and this slowly led to lovemaking that is so different from what I see when women are with men. With women the physical actions are more mutual. Technically, women do together what male and females do—touch and kiss and caress one another, except there is no penis. I’ve yet to observe lesbians who use a dildo. I think a dildo is a big male porno trip.

  The blonde is now deep mouth kissing the other, and she is also touching her very lightly with her tongue and hands all over her body, especially her buttocks and lower abdomen. The blonde is giving her clitoral stimulation with her fingers and is now using her mouth and tongue. This continued for some time with a gentleness of unhurried emotion and either her tongue was gently flicking her clitoris, or her mouth was sucking hard, and then finally her right index fingers moving right above her clitoris in an increasingly rapid up and down movement, made her orgasm. And immediately upon orgasm, the blonde lowered her mouth and lips to the brunette’s vagina and shook her head rapidly from side to side which produced an even greater orgasm for the brunette woman.

  After a period of quiet conversation, the smaller woman, the brunette, began caressing the blonde woman’s breasts and exploring the nipple area and said, “I love to suck your breasts, and I love the salty taste of perspiration on them.”

  “Do they taste salty?” the other asked. “Yes,” said the brunette. “Yours don’t,” said the blonde, “but I guess I get more excited than you do.”

  They spent anywhere from three to five hours caressing, touching, cuddling, hugging, lip kissing, deep kissing, clitoral stimulation, both manual and oral and intimate conversation before, in between and after sex.

  Conclusion: I am continually impressed with the warm, loving relationships that I have regularly seen between lesbian women. Their feeling of sympathy, compassion, and understanding far exceeds the relationship of men and women. Sex is not just sex, no matter whether hetero or homo. It has to do more with the way men are brought up to regard their bodies, touching and sensuality, versus the way women learn to do this. These women could sum it up with a phrase “make love with” instead of “make love to.” Unfortunately, the majority of men I’ve observed are concerned with their own pleasure rather than the women’s. There is far less emotional love than just physical love. Lesbians, on the other hand, are better lovers to each other; they know what their partner wants and most of all there is an emotional closeness that can never be matched by a man. More tenderness, more consideration and understanding o
f feelings, etc.

  There is not any particular procedure only, and most important of all, usually either finger-clitoral stimulation or cunnilingus to produce guaranteed orgasm at some point. Women seem to have a more sustained energy level after orgasm. And it isn’t necessarily over automatically because somebody orgasms. These two subjects appear to live a happy fulfilled life; however, some of their conversation that I’ve overheard indicates that they feel somewhat uncomfortable with their peers back home, and are feeling a little pressure or fear as a result of their interactions as schoolteachers.

  The two schoolteachers were the only lesbian lovers who stayed at the Manor House during the final weeks of 1966, and the trio from the vacuum cleaner company represented the motel’s first example of group sex Foos recorded, which he described in his report as “kinky.” Within a few years, however, as group sex became more popular and the Sexual Revolution received wide coverage in the media, additional bed partners would no longer be regarded as abnormal or “kinky.” This raised a financial question at Foos’s motel: Should he charge higher room rates for threesomes or foursomes than he did for couples?

  As it was, extra charges were only levied on guests who checked in with pets, but such increases—a fifteen-dollar-a-day pet fee—were reimbursed when the guests checked out if the pets had caused no damage to the room’s interior or added to the burdens of the chambermaid. Still, it was with limited enthusiasm that Gerald Foos greeted arriving guests accompanied by dogs, and this was certainly true when a middle-aged vacationing couple from Atlanta arrived holding on to the leash of a large and lively hound.