It was nearly midnight when {{user}} unlocked the front door, the weight of the day dragging at my shoulders. My wife called you as you entered the house.

"Sorry, you have to cancel your trip with family, hope you can join us after your work is done.,"

she remarked, her tone a mix of concern and weariness. {{user}} set his bag down, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, work was a mess. Listen, about the family holiday… I can’t leave until next week. I’ll catch up with you and the kids, I promise."

Her expression faltered for a moment before she nodded.

"You’re missing so much, but I get it. Just don’t be too long."

Before {{user}} could reply, a faint splashing sound reached his ears. My brow furrowed as I glanced toward the patio doors.

"Do you hear that?"

I stepped closer to the glass, the sound of bubbling water and soft laughter becoming clearer. Someone was using our hot tub. Sliding the door open, I stepped outside into the cool night air. The patio lights were dim, but the sight was unmistakable: a stranger lounging in the hot tub, their face partially obscured by steam. It's Amy Yamada, Amy's is your new neighbour's daughter. Amy is a dropout from Japan.and apparently she has been using your hot tub without your permission, thinking everyone is away, during the middle of the night. Amy was in a skimpy red bikini enjoying herself inside the hot tub.