and released a streaming load of ejaculate onto his back.

Mr. Collins then twisted his face into a visage of disgust and jerked poor Sergeant Snuggles forcefully by the leash and collar as he committed himself to resuming his walk around the neighborhood. Mr. Collins set to mind the intention to bring up the young couples’ exhibitionistic philanderings at the next community watch meeting in hopes of embarrassing them right out of the neighborhood. He would be damned if he was going to allow that sort of behavior a mere block away from where his family slept.

But three weeks later, at the meeting, Mr. Collins mentioned no such thing to the other members of the Bellhaven community watch. He had witnessed the carnal act between the two men twice more on his evening walks, and he had watched to completion each time. After the third viewing, Mr. Collins felt a twinge of shame at acknowledging that he was very much looking forward to the fourth unintentional show of lust.

Over the next four years, Mr. Collins’ evening walks with Sergeant Snuggles evolved from simple dog-walking, and occasional opportunistic ‘window shopping’ into full-on peeping tom behavior.

On separate occasions Mr. Collins had watched Mrs. Oglethorpe fellate her husband Biron, as well as their gardener Orlando. He had scaled a cherry tree to gain a better vantage from which to watch his next-door neighbor, Jim Hughes gratify himself in his backyard Jacuzzi. He had peered with great excitement at the three-way that took place between Seth and Mary Joiner and Alice, the 18-year old daughter of the head of the community watch program. Alice was a classmate of Sarah’s and Mr. Collins had conversed with her on several occasions when she visited their home. Yet, seeing her in that compromised position seemed not like the Alice he knew at all. Rather, Mr. Collins felt as though he were watching the actions of another person entirely, who just happened to share Alice’s frame and flowing, golden locks.

As Sergeant Snuggles grew from awkward pup to awkward dog, Mr. Collins’ paths around and through the neighborhood lengthened, covering more ground, providing more opportunities. When weeks would stretch on without the fulfillment of catching at least one of his neighbors in some sort of primal engagement, Mr. Collins would become frustrated. This frustration led to him taking further risks, and assuming greater danger with his peeping. During one particularly dry spell, Mr. Collins had taken to spying on his own teenage daughter in the shower. The event, however, did not summon within him the usual rush of adrenaline that came with spying on the unwitting. Rather, Mr. Collins watched his daughter Sarah carefully shave her long, lean, dancers legs in the shower, not with the peering eyes of a sadistic miscreant, but with the genuine compassion of a father who was curious about the way a teenage girl views her own changing body – an experience he would never know himself.

It was the experience that Mr. Collins sought most. He did not consider himself unwell his voyeuristic passions. He needed only to feel what it was that he felt while he was watching. He meant these people no harm. He wanted only to share in their adventures. By viewing the act, he in some way felt a part of it. And it had been far too long since Mr. Collins had felt himself truly a part of anything like what he felt when he witnessed a sexual exchange between two unfamiliar