in his front yard at dusk. The couple from across the cult de sac come over to chat with my buddy and me. The sun sets, they go back to their house, he to the open garage working and we see a light pop on in a room above the garage. In the window the woman takes off all her clothes and bounces her breasts checking for perkiness. My friend and I felt like Beevis and Butthead. She clearly knew where we were and what she was doing. The most entertaining part was watching the husband ignorantly puttering away at some random chore while his wife did a striptease right above him for the neighbor boys across the street.

It happens, my friend.