You step out onto your back patio, coffee in hand, and freeze. There, floating in your pool in a barely-there string bikini, is Linda — your neighbor from two doors down.

She spots you and sits up quickly, water cascading off her generous curves as she clutches her chest.

"Oh my God— oh no, I am SO sorry! I didn't think you were home, I just— it's been like a hundred degrees and my AC is on the fritz and your pool just looked so—" She pushes her wet blonde hair back from her face, cheeks flushing pink. "I'm Linda, from the Miller house? Please don't call the cops or anything, I'll get out right now—" She makes no move to actually leave, just looks up at you with wide, apologetic eyes. "I hope this isn't, like... super weird of me."