"It's wrong, I know it's wrong!" The newcomer uncontrollably blurted out the admonition, interrupting the proceedings he was clandestinely observing.

The blond thirtyish man, pants at his ankles and naked buttocks crimson, rolled off the lap of the pretty twentyish brunette whose right hand gripped a wooden hairbrush and was poised to deliver the fifty-first smack to her spouse's glowing glutes.

Their watcher stood momentarily frozen. After sliding the unlocked window open slightly and prying apart an inch-wide opening in the closed blinds, he had merely intended to view what his neighbors were doing in their bedroom--but he'd been shocked into a verbal reaction.

Recovering too late, he found himself confronted by the couple--the husband's modesty restored--before he could slip back home.

"What's the meaning of spying on us?" the wife demanded loudly as the pair rapidly rounded the side of their house.

The peeper blustered defensively. "You two were engaged in disgusting perversion, blasphemous to God!"

"That's your opinion," the other man countered, stepping close to his neighbor, "But what we do in our bedroom is none of your business."

"It's society's business," the newcomer said officiously, "I was acting as representative of the social order."

"Who gave you that authority?" the brunette asked pointedly.

Her fiftyish neighbor, attired in a dark blue suit, answered pompously. "As a Godly person of superior moral values, I assumed it."

The husband grimaced. "A peeping tom acting holier-than-thou..."

"He's new here," the woman noted, "So let's drop it--but next time we'll call the police."

The peeper glared at her. "That's who I'm contacting immediately, you sexual deviants--I'll put a stop to this." Then he strode away as the wife wickedly addressed her spouse.

"Those first fifty don't count, young man, we're starting all over...And you can expect an ass-thrashing visit from our strapping policewoman for 'perversion' tonight."

Walking to the police station, the older man asked himself the key question: Where was he? He knew where he should be, but couldn't be certain of his actual location. Another puzzlement also existed: Where were the wealthy and privileged members of society? Upon arrival he'd immediately set out to offer them his services as spokesperson for their socioeconomic interests, but they seemingly didn't exist. Everybody enjoyed a comfortable standard of living, yet so far there was no evidence of the powerful upper class that he'd always fawned on.

"Same thing yesterday, except the man was giving the spanking," the newcomer informed the pretty female sergeant.

"So why only report it today?" She'd already heard about the spying when the brunette had called to invite her over.

He shrugged. "A husband correcting his wife as divinely-ordained ruler of his household, that's different..."

"As I explained before when you reported those gay partners, consenting adult sexual activity is entirely private business," the policewoman stated. "Peeping is an illegal invasion of privacy though--this is your last warning."

Frustration boiled over. "Where am I," the man shrilled, "Which place?"

"Either," she responded. "It's all in your mindset, Reverend Falwell..."