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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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to remind you to please check the

overhead racks, underneath your seat,
and the seat pockets for all your

belongings.

On behalf of your stewardesses...

It's been our pleasure serving you
tonight.

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.