Becca and Greg Henderson like it because it’s such a quiet little neighborhood.
They don’t bother anyone, and no one bothers them. It’s an interesting lifestyle they lead, and it suits them perfectly. To anyone else, it would look wrong, but for them it’s just right. Sweet Becca is quiet and kind of shy, and no one in the neighborhood really knows her. Besides, no one would understand their Master/slave circumstances. And it’s hard on her when she’s called on to do something within their Dominant/submissive relationship that she really never thought she’d have to do.
But the neighborhood busybody wants to get to know her, whether she likes it or not.
And if Becca won’t talk to Gloria, the drunken, nosy old bag will just check it out on her own. And she’s not above peeking in windows. Of course, she’s not really sure what she’s seeing, but that doesn’t matter. She’ll run home to her poor husband, Russell, and wear him out with her fantastic stories of how totally depraved and inappropriate the neighbors are. She’s sure every house in the neighborhood is up to no good, and she’s determined to prove it. But she soon learns a lesson.
You can peek into one too many windows.