Town pervert has his day in court, so to speak.
It was a small town in western Massachusetts where life was slower than it was in Boston, the capitol. Yet, founded in 1665, thirty-five years after Boston, this town still clung to the puritanical roots, morals, and standards that Boston once had. They did not like sexual perversions and sexual deviates or smut of any kind. Their corner bookshop was devoid of any magazine that encouraged eroticism. You'd have to drive out of town to buy a Playboy magazine. They felt the same way about nudity and expected their citizens to have the high moral character that their Pilgrim founder, Josiah Winslow, had more than 300 years ago. Times changed, but not this town.
Until, one day, Wednesday, June 20, 2007, when the town arranged to have an unprecedented official Nude Day celebration precipitated by and coinciding with the retirement of their long-time powerful and influential judge. The recent modern day happenings with the advent of the Internet brought an influx of tourists who wanted to see firsthand what it was like to live so long ago in this quaint town. Along with the tourists came crime, which is where the story begins with Jason.
Jason was the town pervert. Everyone knew it and either knew of him or knew him. He was not the only pervert in town, but he was the most obvious, pain-in-the-ass pervert in town. Normally, I assume, not being a pervert myself, not at all, not really, well, maybe just a little, okay, I'm a pervert, I admit it. Why else am I here writing this stuff?
I don't know about you, but I am having fun. Hey, don't look at me Mr., Miss, and Mrs. innocent, you are here reading this stuff, too, and that makes you a pervert by association, yeah, that's it. By associating with other known perverts, let's see a raise of hands of all the perverts out there; you are a pervert, too. Anyway, I digress. Most perverts do not want others to know that they are perverted, especially their friends and relatives.
"Honey, what are you doing on the computer all this time?"
"Uhm, I'm reading stories on Literot, er, poetry on Literpoetry."
"Oh, okay."
Meanwhile, back to the story, Jason had always been a voyeur who loved exhibitionist women. He was always walking around town with his binoculars and camera. Now, most perverts when caught looking through their binoculars would pretend that they were looking at a bird.
"Hey, is that a whooping Blue Bird?"
"Pervert!"
Not Jason, he would stand there and look up at someone's window hoping to get a glimpse of something.
Still, he was harmlessly annoying more than anything else (that's what they said about the Measuring Man, better known as the Boston Strangler, who started his life of crime against women pretending that he was a model's representative offering to measure women with a measuring tape to see if they, too, could be a model, all the while copping a feel of their bodies).
Jason was arrested a couple of times for indecent assault but since his uncle was the judge, nothing ever came of it. Besides, all of his lewdness came at the expense of female tourists (not that is a justification to make the crime of sexually assaulting women any less than it is) and not at the expense of women who lived in the town. Yet, tourists were, well, tourists and were only there for a short period of time, generally not more than a few days. They left town and returned home before his case came to trial forcing all charges being dropped with the case dismissed. Still, he was a nuisance and an embarrassment and was costing the town money.
His favorite thing to do was to run up to women pretending he was jogging, cop a feel and, maybe, grope them a little bit, feeling their tits or their ass while continuing to run by and away. He returned home to masturbate over what he did, no doubt. He did not have a girlfriend and probably, I imagine, never got laid. He was a pervert. Okay, I realize that there are some perverts out there who have sex; I know that I am one of them, but for the purpose of this story, Jason, this particular pervert, did not have a girlfriend and never got laid.
One time, he came up from behind a woman who was leaning against a pole waiting for the bus. Now, at this particular bus stop, there is a double pole. One pole has the bus stop sign and the other pole has a route number sign. Both poles are very close to one another. He wrapped his arms around both poles holding her in place against the two poles while he felt her tits through her blouse and fondled her nipples through her bra. The altercation only lasted a few seconds because Jason was intent on fleeing and not getting caught, again. A week later, the same place and the same poles, he came up behind a woman who was leaning against the poles and, again, waiting for the bus. He lifted up her skirt exposing her panties and held her skirt up in the air between the two poles while she struggled to free herself from his grasp. The two pole setup worked well for him.
From the acts of touching women, he started undressing women. This, a more serious offense, and in a court of law by an intent prosecutor looking to make a name for herself or himself and/or looking for justice for the victim of the crime, could be deemed attempted rape. Jason raised the stakes escalating his bad behavior from that of a nuisance to being a serious sexual offender. He started the act of sharking before the Japanese where he would run up behind a woman and lift up her skirt and pull down her panties or if the woman was wearing a tube top would pull down her top exposing her tits.
Yeah, okay, I can here all of you women sighing and saying how horrible that is but, hey, what purpose does a tube top serve other than to expect it to fall down at some point? I still remember that woman running down the aisle on The Price Is Right show excitedly screaming while jumping up and down because she was picked as the next contestant. Only, she did not realize until dirty, old man Bob Barker, pointed out that there was something amiss with her wardrobe and that she was standing there with her tits out.
