Bill was a bird watcher. That's why he had the binoculars. He loved spending his weekends out on the country side away from all the noise, the hooligans, the gamblers and vandals and perverts. Especially perverts. He hated perverts more than anything. People who wore too revealing clothes. People who whistled after someone on the street. People who had sex before or outside of marriage. Gays. Feminists. People who watch porn. All perverts.
So it was not for perverted reasons that Bill was now using his binoculars to spy on the young man who spend every evening dancing naked before the window of a high rise in the city. No. This was his civil duty. Yes. That's what he told himself. He had to keep an eye on this disgusting young delinquent, flaunting his sin where anyone might see him.
The young man did this every night it seemed. It was like he was daring Bill to be a pervert as well. To drool and fantasize and grow bitter and jealous. But no. Bill wasn't watching for his own pleasure. He adjusted his crotch. No, Bill had to teach that pervert a lesson. And luckily, Bill had just the tool for that.
He dusted off his computer and entered the chronivac program. He'd had it for years, but never abused its power. He just used it to correct perverts when he saw them. And he knew the sensors could pick up someone from far away if he just used a good telescope or binocular. He did so now, uploading the pervert's information onto the computer.
Tomas was the pervert's name. Well, time to take away from him the thing that perverts love the most. Or perhaps give back more than he can handle. However one looked at it. Bill smiled to himself as he made the adjustments, knowing how crazy it would drive the young man who'd dared try to seduce Bill with his swaying hips. His perky nipples. His persistent erection. His smooth body. It was time Tomas get what he deserved. Bill adjusted his pants again and finishes Tomas' alterations.