Annie Magdow, Girl Voyeur

Other girls noticed it as well. Reports however, were whispered back from the few who went out with him that he was a mauler. I simply guessed he was still a virgin and just hadn’t learned how to act. Part of the attraction of Frank was the opportunity to show an innocent guy his first real fun and teach him how to behave. By way of feminine wiles naturally available to me I let him know I was interested. It surprised him at first that a smart, popular, and pretty girl was flirting with him but he finally asked me out to a movie. Apparently he had figured out how to behave on his own, because he was an absolute gentleman with me.

We went to a couple of movies together and we talked often quite animatedly about them afterward. I liked his insights. He impressed me as more intelligent than anyone gave him credit for. And like I said, he was a perfect gentleman, after a couple of dates he only ventured one little kiss. I thought I intimidated him.

I then decided that with the end of school coming, I’d better take a more aggressive approach. I drove out to the Oakwood Motel to visit Frank one evening. He had his own apartment behind the check-in office of the motel ever since his parents moved into town leaving him as the “night manager” the previous fall.

When I arrived at the Oakwood, I pressed the little ring-for-service buzzer on the counter. When he finally answered after my third ring he was surprised to see me, but he invited me into his back patio area and we drank iced tea while we sat and talked.

We didn’t even get halfway through our glasses of tea before Frank told me that Mrs. Cornell, the fourth grade teacher at Roosevelt Elementary School – the one I had attended – was having an affair with an insurance man. I couldn’t believe him. Then he asked me if I wanted to see for myself! I’m a curious girl, how could I refuse?

He made me promise to be perfectly quiet and that we needed to keep the lights off so he warned me not to flip any switches. Then he led me to the next room over, room 16, and opened the door just wide enough for us to slip inside.

It was hard to see, it was dusk outside so not much light came in around the drawn curtains of the room. Frank took my hand and guided through the room to the back wall. I could just make out a wide vanity counter with a sink. There was a strange glow given off by the mirror. Frank put my hand on the edge of the counter and whispered in my ear, “You can see through the back of the mirror into Room 3 on the other side.” There was one chair facing the mirror. Frank had me sit there, and he kneeled on the floor next to me. I could hear voices on the other side, just murmurs really, and make out two forms on the bed, but not much was going on.

“They might be done,” Frank whispered, “At least you’ll get to see who it is.”

We waited a while and it was getting pretty boring. “This is bad,” I said.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, it is. I shouldn’t have brought you here.” Frank said

“No, we’re not bad,” I said, “I mean yeah we are, but I meant it’s a waste of time to be in here when I came to visit you.”

“Yeah, OK. Let’s go,” Frank whispered.

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