Years ago on a hot day, I was mowing my back yard wearing just shorts and shoes. I looked up and my husband was naked in the kitchen window mooning and flashing me for a laugh. Being a good sport, I looked around to see if anyone was around and, seeing none, dropped my shorts and returned the favor. I was naked for maybe 10 or 15 seconds. No big deal, right?

Well...that evening as we were eating dinner, someone banged on our front door. I pulled on some shorts and answered the door. My neighbor was standing there fuming and went on a rant that his wife had seen me and that, though he didn't care what we did behind closed doors, she didn't need to be seeing that. (Apparently, she was either looking out her bedroom window on the 2nd floor or saw me through the picket fence and lilac bushes.) I apologized and he walked away. While I was cleaning up the dishes, I saw that they were sitting in their backyard, so I pulled my shorts back on and went out and up to the fence and apologized for upsetting her, that I hadn't seen her and was just being goofy. She said it hadn't bothered her and laughed it off -- it was the husband who had a problem with her seeing another naked guy.

Now flash forward about 2 months. After the incident, they tore down the picket fence and ripped out the lilac bushes, replacing it with a 6' high stockade fence. They also got a gazebo with a hot tub in it. My bedroom window can see over the fence and into their yard, though. Late one evening, I walked into my bedroom and saw him step out of their backdoor totally nude. She was apparently already in the hot tub and I heard her yell at him, "Hey! You yelled at the neighbor for doing that exact same fucking thing!" I felt so justified.

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