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The years of the Spanish Inquisition were a hell on earth for people accused

practicing witchcraft and being in league with the devil.

Many times condemned by their own friends and neighbors, they were tried

tortured by official inquisitors until they pleaded guilty of the charges

against them, whether they were guilty or not.

What is not so commonly known about this terrible error, however,

is that some of the inquisitors actually enjoyed torturing their victims.

They derived great pleasure out of hearing their prisoners' screams of

and sometimes they would even force their unwilling captives to commit acts

depravity, simply because, beneath their righteous -minded exteriors, they

themselves were extremely depraved creatures.

But as a psychiatrist specializing in all kinds of sexual psychoses, I've made

lifelong study of human history, and I can assure you that while the era of the

Inquisition is far behind us, the secret and suppressed sexual urges of mankind

are still very much with us.

Even today.

Claire Green is 23 years old, and when she came to see me at my office in San

Francisco, she told me she had started sneaking around her neighborhood and

looking in people's windows shortly after she was married.

When I was returning home from shopping, I had... I heard all sorts of

intriguing sounds coming from my neighbor's house next door.

And I was curious about them.

So, very carefully, I snuck up to their window and I looked inside.

They were having sex.

Claire admitted that at first she was startled by what she saw when she looked

through the window.

She started becoming very excited at seeing what her neighbors Fred and Angie

were doing with each other.

Claire said she had never before seen other people having sex.

The more I watched, the more I realized how turned on I was getting.

Fred and Angie weren't really doing anything my husband and I didn't do in

But it was very exciting for me to watch somebody else doing it.

Then I suddenly realized something.

I thought it was odd that it hadn't struck me right away.

But I suppose the first shock of seeing Fred and Angie in bed together, it may

be temporarily forget the most...

startling thing about it.

That Fred and Angie were brother and sister.

Claire Green watched her neighbors all through the afternoon, fascinated by

their incestuous lovemaking.

She began wondering, for example, what other people might be like in the

of their bedrooms.

What kind of secret lusts and desires did others have?

Was she suppressing secret sexual desires?

She didn't know.

But now, she knew she had to find out.

It became an obsession with me.

Going out, sneaking around, and peeking into bedroom windows to see what I could

see. I kept it up for months.

I was seeing people I knew, and seeing them as I had never seen them before.

Many times I was absolutely shocked by what I saw them doing.

And other times, what they did in bed filled me with such excitement I thought

I'd go crazy.

I'd get the idea I wanted to show myself to them.

And then jump right into bed with them.

I've never in my whole life been in bed with two people at one time.

And I couldn't help wondering what it would be like.

Oh, but that isn't what really started bothering me after a while.

It was something else.

And it had to do with girls I'd seen in bed.

Girls. Like Bonnie Simpson.

Very good friend of mine.

She was so lovely, I thought.

It wasn't just Bonnie Simpson, though, who began fascinating Claire so much.

It was, she told me, really all the girls she'd watched in bed.

And she became frightened of this attraction.

Afraid to think about what it might really mean.

More than getting myself excited by watching other people having sex, I

realizing that I was actually becoming obsessed with the crazy, wild feelings

I'd get whenever I saw a naked girl in bed.

I'd catch myself breathlessly watching her mouth, her body, everything about

her. And sometimes, late at night, when my husband and I were having sex at

home,

I'd watch myself dreaming that it wasn't my husband who was going down on me.

But a girl.

A girl like Bonnie.

Or some other girl. Any girl.

The thought of another girl crawling down my body and going down on me drove

wild with sexiness.

And I knew it.

And that's when I started drinking heavily.

Trying to drown myself in alcohol.

Rather than stay sober and wonder if my suppressed sex desire was that I wanted

to be a lesbian.

Was that it?

Did I secretly want to be a lesbian?

No matter how frightened these thoughts made me, the next day there I was again,

sneaking around and watching, watching and enjoying the girls I was looking at.

Hmm.

Thank you.

Yes, it was true.

Claire started drinking, trying to confuse her thoughts so she wouldn't be

thinking about what kind of secret sexual urges she might have been trying

suppress for who knows how many years.

But she was hardly alone.

Many people have resorted to alcohol for exactly the same reasons.

On the other hand, however, there have been those people who have given full

vent to their urges no matter what they were.

One alarming example of this that I can recall is the group of young women and

men who called themselves the Cycle Devils.

of freaked out, maladjusted young people who, three years ago, rode their way

into a hellish reputation of terror, violence, sexual assault, and even

Whatever they felt like doing, no matter what it was, they did it.

held back on any of their insane desires and depraved lusts, and it finally took

the combined might of the authorities of three counties in southwestern Utah to

finally put an end to their insidious and despicable ways.

Led by Mose Anderson, a hulking brute who enjoyed torturing people, the cycle

devils often kidnapped helpless young girls and took them to their secret

hideout in the Pine Valley Mountains.

At their hideout, they subjected their frightened prisoners to some of the most

depraved rituals ever recorded.

But this was exactly what Mose Anderson, their leader, wanted them to do.

He was a deranged psychopath who demanded strict obedience to his evil

and the members of his gang seemed only too glad to satisfy him.

Under his orders, they inflicted great pain and suffering on their prisoners.

Girls who often died because of all of the abuse heaped on them.

The cycle devils are one of the most extreme examples of letting loose hidden

urges that I can think of.

The opposite would, of course, be a girl like Claire Green, who took to drink to

suppress her thoughts and desires and not face them for whatever they might

mean.

Yeah!

I kept drinking heavily, hoping my husband would never find out.

But after a while, drinking didn't help at all.

And I realized I couldn't run away anymore for what I was really thinking

For who I was thinking about.

Annie.

Annie Conway.

We had gone to school together.

I was intrigued by Annie.

Yes, that's the word.

Intrigued.

At school, I'd always hear these really incredible stories about her, and I was

intrigued by them.

Was Annie really as amoral as everybody said?

I used to hear that she was some kind of peeping Tom, and that she'd had her

first pair by the time she was 13.

The guys at school used to say she'd do anything you wanted, if she liked you.

She could also get a hold of liquor and dirty magazines and let you look at

them.

But she had to like you first.

I think I was particularly fascinated by hearing about how she'd even go to bed

with a girl if she liked the girl.

Do you think you started becoming a peeping Tom because you heard that your

friend Annie also went around looking in windows?

I don't know.

Homer, I don't know what to think.

But Annie certainly seemed to lead a wild life compared to mine.

My life was always so sheltered.

And Annie's was so carefree and promiscuous.

No! No!

Individuality and freedom have almost always appealed to people.

And certainly Anne Conway seemed to express both these qualities.

It was little wonder she held such fascination for a girl like Claire then.

But the product of a broken home, Anne Conway's life was hardly the exciting

life Claire thought the girl was leading.

As they say, the grass always looks greener on the other side.

oh oh

Yes,

Ann Conway was a devilish girl, all right.

Looking into windows and spying on people while they had sex.

Going to limits with guys and other girls from a school.

Even making obscene phone calls when the mood suited her.

But actually...

Anne was a very lonely girl, shy and lonely.

She didn't have many real friends at all.

Even the father she lived with didn't seem to like her very much, nor for that

matter did most of her school friends.

When she put out for them, she was okay in their book, but otherwise they really

didn't want much to do with her.

So she sought her own private pleasures.

Mixed up about sex in her endless tormented search for love and

Anne later became involved with Sookie, a Korean housegirl who worked for a most

unusual family, a husband and wife who enjoyed sex orgies with their friends

who wanted Sookie to join in.

Afraid to lose her job, Sookie Khan did join in, and often Anne would secretly

watch the goings -on.

those people seeming to have such a good time together on drugs and sex made Ann

feel that much more lonely, however.

But she liked Suki well enough, and they got along.

A few years after Claire and Ann had their affair, Ann and Suki took an

apartment together.

It was a relationship that was destined to end in misery, though.

Because high on drugs one evening, Ann committed suicide.

She did it unwittingly, of course.

But perhaps that ultimate escape from the loneliness of her life was what she

had secretly been yearning for all along.

We shall never know.

Anne Conway hasn't been the only girl who's ever turned to promiscuous sex

because of loneliness.

Many insecure girls who are seeking companionship and who will even accept a

false notion of love in their desperation, have, in fact, become

prostitutes.

To such girls, being a prostitute means that they are always in demand by

someone.

They need never be lonely again.

But during my past 27 years of practicing psychotherapy here in San

have talked many times with such girls, and I can readily assure you that far

from being chic and happy call girls.

Many prostitutes are very sad creatures.

They all have their stories to tell, how they became prostitutes, their reasons

why, and of course they can talk also interestingly for hours about the

different kinds of men and women who have come to them for their services.

More often they come to a prostitute for offbeat, even bizarre sex acts.

They want things from prostitutes they would be afraid to ask for from their

wives or girlfriends.

This is, of course, an example of the individual not feeling completely free

give way to his true basic sex urges with someone he knows.

He thinks his wife or girlfriend might be shocked if she knew what kind of sex

he really wanted from her.

He believes the prostitute supposedly a woman of the world.

will understand him and comply with his desires no matter what they are.

And basically this is true.

Most prostitutes will do anything asked of them.

As the girls themselves have told me, that's what they are there for after

Sometimes, however, the girl will run into a very peculiar situation, totally

surprised by it.

There is the case of Darla McIntyre, for example.

a San Francisco prostitute who picked up a rather mild -mannered young man at a

cocktail lounge one evening a few years ago, and then went back with him to his

apartment.

He told her he wanted to massage her body.

He said he loved massaging girls' bodies, but that his girlfriend wouldn't

him do it because she thought massaging was weird.

But it was only after Dollar was at his apartment that she realized he had

something, Much more in mind than simply giving her a massage.

He had other lusts, other desires that she knew nothing about.

And she never suspected.

Until it was too late.

No! No!

Dala was dead.

She never had a chance to defend herself.

Dala's confused search to end loneliness had only succeeded in ending her life.

Just as it had eventually ended the life of Anne Conway.

There was another girl I knew who was like Anne.

But she moved away to Las Vegas shortly after we graduated from high school.

Her name was Cynthia.

But I have to admit that I was never as strongly attracted to Cynthia as I was

to Anne.

Tell me about her, Claire.

Well, like I said, Cynthia was something like Anne.

She always had the gumption to do whatever she felt like doing.

She wasn't inhibited at all.

Not like me.

And she was always very open about what she liked and didn't like.

She told me she never tried to deny herself anything at all.

If she wanted something, she went after it.

And she usually always got it.

She wasn't afraid to try.

To give in her to her desires and urges.

I was always...

Did you ever think you were falling in love with her, Claire?

Who, Cynthia?

No, not at all.

I just like to be with her and listen to her tell me about all the things she

liked to do.

Cynthia was a real sex freak, you see.

She could tell you the wildest stories about her experiences in the bedroom.

And I guess when she told me about her bedroom adventures...

I was living vicariously through her.

I really liked hearing about them.

They were exciting, and I never got tired of listening to her talk about how

much she liked going to bed.

She really loved it.

Lots of times, she told me about how she would keep a fellow in bed with her

long after she had exhausted him.

She always wanted more and more, and she wasn't ashamed to admit it.

Cynthia was something else, all right.

Completely free and uninhibited.

She loved it.

No. No.

We had some old stag movies we used to run at our house sometimes.

When we were first married, my husband bought a projector and we'd run them in

our bedroom.

Usually they turned me on so much I really got wild in bed.

And John liked it.

But after a while, John wasn't interested in looking at them anymore.

So we put them away in a closet.

But a lot of times when he wasn't around, I'd bring them out and have a

and look at them by myself.

Was there any one particular film that you liked better than any other?

Actually, there was.

It was called Amy's Two Lovers.

It showed this really attractive girl enjoying herself with a vibrator.

Then later in the film, she put aside her vibrator.

And made love to a real person.

Her boyfriend, I suppose.

You say you found this girl very attractive?

I did.

I... I... Well, I... Yes, Claire.

You what?

Well, she seemed to remind me in so many ways of Anne Conway.

I don't mean that she looked like Anne.

I mean, she just seemed to be the same sort of girl.

She seemed to be in control of her life.

She was a dominating figure.

She seemed so secure.

She didn't seem afraid of what she liked or wanted.

If she liked to play with a vibrator, all right.

She just went ahead and did it.

If she wanted to fool around with a fellow, any fellow, I got the idea she

the kind of girl who'd just go ahead and do it.

She seemed very uninhibited that way.

And so she reminded me of Annie.

Oh, I used to watch that film of hers all the time.

Over and over and over.

Again and again and again.

Oh, I was so satisfied.

Where did you get these films, Clara?

After John and I got married, we bought them from Cynthia's sister, Rosemary.

Cynthia's sister?

Yes, I told you about Cynthia.

She was the girl who was a sex freak and who moved to Las Vegas shortly after we

graduated from high school.

Cynthia had a sister named Rosemary, who was always a bit on the wild side, too.

I didn't know Rosemary as well as I did Cynthia, of course.

But I did see her around.

She was always with some new guy, it seemed.

I didn't hear many stories in school about her.

But if you ask me, I think she was just as uninhibited as Cynthia.

Both of those girls didn't care to hold any urges back.

I guess you might say they were both out for all they could get in life, by way

of sexual gratification, at least.

Rosemary had some context to get sexy movies.

And when John and I got married, her wedding gift to us was a dozen dirty

She said we should watch them and enjoy.

Ah, Rosemary was something else, all right.

She had such a big appetite for life.

I haven't seen her in years now.

But I'll bet she hasn't changed.

I'll bet she's still doing what she likes to do. And doing a lot of it, too.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh!

Tell me again what happened that day when you actually realized that one of

secret suppressed desires was to make love to your girlfriend, Ann Conway.

I was at home watching one of the stag movies one afternoon.

And I'd had a few drinks.

And I suddenly realized that ever since high school, I'd wanted to go to bed

with Ann Conway.

I had a few more drinks.

And suddenly I was on my way to Annie's place.

Come hell or high water, I knew if I stopped, I'd never go

through with it.

It was now or never, I realized.

felt my heartbeat quicken.

She shocked me.

She said she wasn't at all surprised to see me again. The only thing that did

surprise her, she said, was that it had taken me so long to come. And then the

next thing I knew, we were in bed together.

It was unreal.

I'll ever forget that afternoon with Annie.

She let me do anything I wanted to her.

Wild, insane things I'd dreamt about.

And I was so frantically excited about it, I must have climaxed four or five

times the first hour alone.

Oh, it was all such madness.

It was an incredible day with Annie.

But I never saw her again.

Only that once.

I've never had any desire to see her again either, Doctor.

But I'm still worried.

Am I a lesbian?

Is that really my secret desire?

Well, I don't think you have anything to worry about, Claire.

The fact that you never went back to Anne Conway.

And the fact you've never had such a relationship with any other girl either

convinces me that you're still a perfectly normal young woman.

You'll be all right.

Let me tell you something.

It's about a girl from New York.

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We hope you've enjoyed your ride.

Her name was Josie,

and she worked at an answering service.

She came to me as a patient with much the same worry you had.

that because she had given in to a suppressed urge at one time, that she

have become seriously affected by it.

She didn't have a regular boyfriend, and often after work she'd go to a nearby

singles bar and pick up somebody.

But one night, having had too much to drink, she came home with a fellow who

promised her that he was going to give her exactly what she had been secretly

wanting all her life.

You see, Josie had gotten so drunk that night that she actually admitted to this

fellow, Edward, one of her secret suppressed urges.

At first, they played around with each other, but after a while, they got down

to the nitty -gritty of Josie's secret sexual fantasy, which, for the first

in her life now, became a blunt reality.

Please.

When she came to my office here in San Francisco some years later, she told me

she had really freaked out that night.

It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

It was humiliating, of course, but as I explained to her, that was what she

wanted, to be humiliated.

It was a guilt feeling expressing itself.

Guilt she felt for picking up a new fellow each night and thinking too much

about sex.

She wanted to be punished because she knew she was wrong.

Outwardly, that night, of course, she was so drunk she thought she was

herself.

The next morning, however, she realized what she'd done and considered suicide.

Fortunately, though, she didn't take her life.

Instead, she moved away from New York to start a new life for herself here in

San Francisco.

Then two years later, wanting to talk to somebody about it, she came to me.

Normally, of course, I would never discuss another patient's case, but she

given me permission to.

She thought it might help some other girl with a similar problem.

The problem of self -doubt, like you had, Claire.

You say she's perfectly normal now, Doctor?

Oh, yes, indeed. Her secret urge was something abominable that she had to get

out of her system.

But fortunately, you see, no one was hurt in the process.

But yes, Claire, she has been cured and leads a perfectly normal life now.

As a matter of fact... Yes, Doctor?

As a matter of fact, I married her.