My Neighbors Secretly Used My Hot Tub For A Year So I Taught Them A Lesson

I brought the laptop outside.

“I was about to ask you the same question.”

I turned the screen toward him.

First, I showed them footage from that evening.

Then footage from the previous weekend.

There they were.

Walking through our gate.

Opening our hot tub.

Bringing drinks.

Playing music.

Making themselves comfortable.

Jim stopped talking.

Lisa stared at her arms.

“Is this stuff safe?” she asked.

“Completely. The color will disappear in a day or two.”

She frowned.

“You put dye in our water?”

I looked at her.

“My water.”