The Voracious Voyeur

Written
January 11, 2020
Occurred
Winter 2003
a picture of an activated showerhead by Carson Masterson, courtesy Unsplash Carson Masterson During my time in Johnson Cottage, I made a number of my dormmates uncomfortable, which only aggravated the animus towards me. My selfish sexual desires overrode my better judgment on many occasions. I would poke holes in the shower curtain as I showered just so that I could see my peers unravel (which amounted to property destruction on my part). I would even fake restroom runs just so I could use the gap in between the stalls to keep peeking at my peers. I even went as far as pleasuring myself watching [#p0s94d] get chased around the cottage without anything on.
My sense of justice was almost non-existent at this point. While I was every bit the monster you could possibly imagine, so were the staff who attempted to rein my conduct in (although there are notable exceptions). What I did to my peers was uncalled for, but the adults in this scenario chose to one-up me, which resulted in me one-upping them. I recall being put in a restraint by [#a3t70k] (then the assistant supervisor) and [#a3s71l] in succession (yeah, they took turns). I ultimately spat in the latter's face. My continued escalations ultimately earned me a spot in the Crisis Residence.
My stay in Crisis Residence was brief. It was a small facility inside the Medical Building near the Walgrove entrance to the campus. It had both a Boy's Unit and a Girl's Unit. My unit was on the lower level. Unlike the cottages, public restrooms did not exist in this facility. It resembled the configuration I would become accustomed to at Highpoint seventeen months later. In this period of time, some of my posessions were not accounted for, and were given to [#a0e74b] for safekeeping. She had been aware I was transferred, but had no idea I was in Crisis Residence until I participated in a fire drill while her minivan drove by. Negligent. I was transferred to Havens Cottage in the following weeks, where I would cause yet another round of trouble.
The one glimmer of self control that I exhibited was that I didn't use a camera that I had in my possession to take nude pictures of my peers. Looking back, I really wonder how the hell I was able to maintain self control with respect to that. There was an elderly couple who occasionally visited the cottage, and they had more faith in me. I guess I responded more nicely to that kind of treatment, and the fact that I did NOT use that camera to take pictures of my dormmates nude is a testament to that, although I nearly slipped when I asked [#p8d92o] to pose. He declined. Glad he did.
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