close to a hundred years old, but I was surprised at the quality of the resolution. It looked a little bit worse than the average old home movies, before videocameras.
There was a big bed with elegantly patterned sheets. An elaborate brass headboard and footboard. A nest of large pillows with elegant lace pillowcases was piled at the head. Crisp white sheets and a lightly patterned blanket covered the bed's length. There was a window that was mostly out of frame, but looked to be extremely tall, with molding that was carved and highly elaborate.
The image was jumpy and sporadic, the film's light inconsistent.
A young woman, very young to my eye, appeared from offscreen. She walked slowly, automatically. As if she were nervous about an upcoming audition.
She sat on the bed. She was completely naked and very thin. Her pelvic bones jutted from pale skin. The harsh light seemed to make her glow like an apparition. Her ribs showed even though she was sitting down. Her long legs extended all the way to the floor, and her elegant hands were clasped oddly in her lap.
She looked at the screen, as if she was listening. Her eyes slid over, to the left of the camera. Listening. Taking direction.
The camera moved slightly. Bumped. And then a man appeared. My first reaction was that he looked like an ape. Short, thick and wide. A human roadblock. He moved slowly, with purpose.
Thick, dark hair covered his broad back, wide shoulders, powerful arms and legs. There was even hair on his ass.
He walked to the bed, stood next to it, stared at the girl. He held out his hand. She took it. He pulled her to her feet.
The man ran a hairy hand down the young girl's hair. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, trailed it down to her breasts where he cupped each one gently. He continued downward, ran a hand over her flat stomach.
He turned her slightly and slapped her buttock.
"Inspection completed," I said. "It's like he's judging livestock." Fred was slouched in his chair, his hands covering his face. I couldn't tell if he was watching or if he was shielding his vision.
The man on the screen then turned to the camera, displaying a large erection that bobbed gently to the left and to the right, with his movement.
"Dear God," Fred said. I guessed he was watching after all.
The man's face was round, probably florid although on the black-and-white film it was hard to tell. He had a pug nose, heavy jowls and thick eyebrows. His profile did nothing to dissuade me from the ape comparison.
He climbed onto the bed.
The man on the screen said something to the girl who eased back onto the bed. The man climbed on top of her, gave her an obligatory kiss, a quick squeeze of her breasts, then spread her legs. He grabbed each of her legs just beneath the knee. Lifted them up onto his shoulders.
With his right hand, the man guided himself inside the young girl, then leaned over her and started thrusting. His hairy ass moved with a slow, emotionless precision.
The girl looked over at the camera. Her eyes revealed nothing as the back of her head was repeatedly pushed into the pillow. Her feet waved uncontrolled with each of the man's thrust.
"This is disgusting," Fred said, shaking his head.
I tried to get a closer look at the girl.
"How old do you think she is?" I asked.
"Too young for this, that's for sure," Fred said. He pondered for a moment, then said, "My guess would be sixteen. Somewhere around there."
That would have been my guess, too.
"What the fuck was Tim doing with this?" I wondered.
"Do you think..." Fred's question trailed off.
"That Tim was into this kind of stuff? " I finished the thought for him. "Not unless he had multiple personalities."
On screen, the man's thrusting increased speed.
"Where did he get this?" Fred asked.
"That's a good question," I answered. "He was hell on wheels when it came to research. Remember the way you could ask him about a book and he'd give you a call number off the top of his head?
There was a big bed with elegantly patterned sheets. An elaborate brass headboard and footboard. A nest of large pillows with elegant lace pillowcases was piled at the head. Crisp white sheets and a lightly patterned blanket covered the bed's length. There was a window that was mostly out of frame, but looked to be extremely tall, with molding that was carved and highly elaborate.
The image was jumpy and sporadic, the film's light inconsistent.
A young woman, very young to my eye, appeared from offscreen. She walked slowly, automatically. As if she were nervous about an upcoming audition.
She sat on the bed. She was completely naked and very thin. Her pelvic bones jutted from pale skin. The harsh light seemed to make her glow like an apparition. Her ribs showed even though she was sitting down. Her long legs extended all the way to the floor, and her elegant hands were clasped oddly in her lap.
She looked at the screen, as if she was listening. Her eyes slid over, to the left of the camera. Listening. Taking direction.
The camera moved slightly. Bumped. And then a man appeared. My first reaction was that he looked like an ape. Short, thick and wide. A human roadblock. He moved slowly, with purpose.
Thick, dark hair covered his broad back, wide shoulders, powerful arms and legs. There was even hair on his ass.
He walked to the bed, stood next to it, stared at the girl. He held out his hand. She took it. He pulled her to her feet.
The man ran a hairy hand down the young girl's hair. He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek, trailed it down to her breasts where he cupped each one gently. He continued downward, ran a hand over her flat stomach.
He turned her slightly and slapped her buttock.
"Inspection completed," I said. "It's like he's judging livestock." Fred was slouched in his chair, his hands covering his face. I couldn't tell if he was watching or if he was shielding his vision.
The man on the screen then turned to the camera, displaying a large erection that bobbed gently to the left and to the right, with his movement.
"Dear God," Fred said. I guessed he was watching after all.
The man's face was round, probably florid although on the black-and-white film it was hard to tell. He had a pug nose, heavy jowls and thick eyebrows. His profile did nothing to dissuade me from the ape comparison.
He climbed onto the bed.
The man on the screen said something to the girl who eased back onto the bed. The man climbed on top of her, gave her an obligatory kiss, a quick squeeze of her breasts, then spread her legs. He grabbed each of her legs just beneath the knee. Lifted them up onto his shoulders.
With his right hand, the man guided himself inside the young girl, then leaned over her and started thrusting. His hairy ass moved with a slow, emotionless precision.
The girl looked over at the camera. Her eyes revealed nothing as the back of her head was repeatedly pushed into the pillow. Her feet waved uncontrolled with each of the man's thrust.
"This is disgusting," Fred said, shaking his head.
I tried to get a closer look at the girl.
"How old do you think she is?" I asked.
"Too young for this, that's for sure," Fred said. He pondered for a moment, then said, "My guess would be sixteen. Somewhere around there."
That would have been my guess, too.
"What the fuck was Tim doing with this?" I wondered.
"Do you think..." Fred's question trailed off.
"That Tim was into this kind of stuff? " I finished the thought for him. "Not unless he had multiple personalities."
On screen, the man's thrusting increased speed.
"Where did he get this?" Fred asked.
"That's a good question," I answered. "He was hell on wheels when it came to research. Remember the way you could ask him about a book and he'd give you a call number off the top of his head?
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