Crossing Lines and Ignoring Boundaries

As Greg’s car disappeared down the street, his sneaky neighbors saw their opportunity. They crept into his yard, excited at the thrill of crossing a line. At first, they scoped out the house quietly, hoping that Jeanne wouldn’t find out what they were planning. But someone had found out she was also away for the weekend.

So, by the time Greg rolled back into town on Sunday, the evidence was impossible to ignore. The pool’s edges were wet, and a messy heap of air mattresses lay at the side. Greg felt the utter disregard for his privacy and property like a slap in the face.