Vacations produce all the anxieties within mankind to come forward during this time, and to perpetuate the worst of emotions. The dates of the videos are not included, though their content suggest they were taken last year. He was also desperately protective of his secret life in the attic. Never once, during all those years, was he caught.
What they reveal about themselves in private they try to hide in public. Light also came from a few other vents farther away, but from these I could hear the noise of televisions. I was intrigued by the notion of the voyeur, in the course of his trespasses, inadvertently serving as a social historian. Among the items found in the Manor House was a submachine gun with three loaded magazines and extra bullets. Foos lost control on other occasions, each time risking exposure. 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.
He was miserably employed, sitting in a cubicle all day, keeping records of the inventory levels of oil tanks. No one would believe my accomplishments as a voyeur anyway, therefore, the dreamlike manifestation would explain my reality. I cannot vouch for every detail that he recounts in his manuscript. It is the god-damned money. He was often excited and gratified by what he saw, but there were many times when what went on below was so boring that he nodded off, sleeping for hours on the shag carpeting, until Donna woke him up before she left for the hospital. Here was a snooper in the attic claiming the moral high ground while passing judgment on unsuspecting people below.
There was a new woman in his life, a divorcée named Anita Clark. He removed from his pocket a folded piece of stationery and handed it to me. Several times over the years, it occurred to me that I would be wise to discontinue our correspondence. The minister pushed the suitcase out the bathroom window into the bushes. Foos found work as a field auditor for Conoco. The trio represented the first group sex that Foos witnessed at the Manor House.
He has a loving and understanding wife. As Foos drove us to the motel, he took the opportunity to sketch out the story of his life for me. The Voyeur deduced from his eavesdropping that he was a college dropout and a small-time drug dealer. Once, I did see them having sex, and it made me upset. It almost seemed as if he regarded it as just another day in the attic.
Tightly buttoned over his massive chest was a tweed jacket and, under it, an orange sports shirt. Many different approaches to life would be immediately implemented, if our society would have the opportunity to be Voyeur for a Day. All their aggressions somehow are immeasurably increased, and this is the time they discover they are not properly matched. I thought he might be relieved, but he told me that he had talked to a lawyer. Later, Foos realized that when the man signed the register he had listed as his home address a regional vacuum-cleaner store. Foos was eager to see the woman undressed, but the man turned off the lights.
When Foos was in the attic, dogs often pointed their snouts up toward the vents and barked. Had I become complicit in his strange and distasteful project? Crouching on the catwalk behind Foos, so as to avoid hitting my head on a beam, I watched as he pointed down toward a vent in the floor. I have seen most human emotions in all their humor and tragedy carried to completion. What are you, some kind of pervert? He had met her one afternoon when she was pulling her two small children down East Colfax Avenue in a red wagon.
He is accused of offering to engage in oral sex with an undercover police officer, according to papers. And, unlike me, she grew up having a free and healthy attitude about sex. I had a feeling of tremendous power and exhilaration at my accomplishment. Two weeks later, when I approached the luggage carrousel, I spotted a man holding out his hand and smiling. I wanted to find out whether he realized that, in addition to witnessing a murder, he might have, in some way, caused it.