A lady who was standing against Mrs. Robinson’s fence in a sheer, see-through gown that showed her perky breasts and total features moved away from the fence with a pout as Ruby entered.

The lady handed the phone to Ruby as she went to sit in one of the wicket chairs out on the porch.

“Did you get everything?” Ruby asked as she scrolled through the phone.

“Yeah, yeah,” the lady said. “The whole video and the occasional pictures, right down to where the idiot was ogling your tits.”

“No, he wasn’t. I was right there. He was trying to look at every other place but me. I just made...