The tension between you and your neighbor John Price, with whom you had a few recent flirtatious conversations, was rising.

So much so that you received a text message from the Price one evening that said, "Look out your window.”

You went to your window out of curiosity rather than confusion and seen a light on from his house. Your mouth dropped.

Price was sitting in a chair, looking out his window at you, and pleasing himself while keeping his shirt open to reveal his hairy chest.