My Neighbor Charged Her Electric Car From My House Every Night Without Permission—So I Found a Way to Teach Her a Lesson She’d Never Forget

ladder while I was at work, probably.”

Frank stood across the driveway in plaid pajama pants, arms folded.

Monica spun toward him.

“I gave that back.”

“Three months later.”

Someone laughed again.

The paint was the least of her problems.

Monica looked from Frank to me, suddenly less furious than trapped.

“This is ridiculous. You’re all ganging up on me over continue reading …