Officer Davis unclipped a pair of heavy steel handcuffs from his duty belt, the metal clicking ominously in the sun.
"Out of the water. Now."
Chapter V: The Walk of Shame
Brenda climbed out of the pool steps, dripping wet and shivering in humiliation as Officer Davis snapped the cold cuffs around her wrists.
With dozens of neighbors peeking over their fences to witness the spectacle, the disgraced HOA president was marched down the driveway in her wet yellow swimsuit, straw hat askew, straight into the back of a state patrol cruiser.
Mark casually walked back to his outdoor grill, flipped a sizzling steak with his tongs, and took a relaxing seat in his lounge chair.
With the neighborhood tyrant facing criminal charges and an immediate board recall, peace was finally restored to Willow Creek.