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Well it's why I don't, except for Phil, I trust Phil

So when my wife and I first moved to Maine, we didn't know anyone, our daughter was just born so my wife was a stay at home mom and she was struggling with it a little, she was basically just cooped up in the house with our daughter all day.

Well my wife met one of my servers and they talked when ever she came and visited me at work, then they started to meet for coffee, she had two boys my daughters age.

Fraternizing with employees was against company policy, so I stayed away from the situation at first, my wife didn't work for the company, she can hang out with whoever she wants.

Well I met the servers husband and we hit it off pretty good, so we all started hanging out a couple times a month. We just kept it on the down low.

At the same time we were building our cabin and the husband did construction, so sometimes we would go camping on the land for the weekend and work on the cabin, drink beer and shoot guns, not in that order.

At this same time, we had some new neighbors move in next door, they had several children, one girl around my daughters age. The two girls got along well. My wife started going over for coffee with the wife, we will call her Lisa. When I was working nights, they all sometimes had dinner together. When I wasn't working, they would sometimes invite us all over, but I would never go. My wife could never understand and it would cause some friction. Till finally one day I told her, the issue is Tim, Lisa's husband.

I never liked the man since the day I met him, there was just a strange vibe I got from him, just being around him made my skin crawl.

So fast forward to 4th of July. My servers family and our family went out to the land to go camping, work on the cabin, drink beer and shoot guns. Not in that order.

We had a good time and headed back home on Sunday night.

So a few weeks passed and I was working on a Friday night and my wife calls me at work and asks me to come home. She would never do that unless it was an emergency. So I told my manager I would be back in a bit and rushed home.

I walk in the house and my wife is sitting on the couch with a bunch of clothes, bras and panties laying on the floor in front of her.

What's this I asked?

They are mine she said.

Why are they on the floor?

Lisa called me, she asked if I was missing any clothes, she was going through a closet in their house and found these in a cardboard box in the back.

I started picking through the clothes, all the crotches were ripped out of the panties, they were my wife's maternity dresses, etc.

I was ready to kill.

I walked next door and banged on the door, Lisa answered.

A lot of swearing ensued on my end asking how the hell my wife's clothes got into their house. Tim was nowhere to be found. 

She said that the girl my daughters age has some mental issues and is a thief, she must have broke in, Tim was talking to her now, getting her to confess. I told her I was calling the cops, she asked me to hold off an hour till they got her to confess.

I flipped her off, went back in the house and called the police. 

A few minutes later, the cops showed up, I took them into my house, showed them everything, told them what happened. The officers took one look at each other and said we'll be back.

So they walked over and were in there for a couple hours. Next thing I know, Tim is being walked out in hand cuffs. A little while later the cops came over and informed he has a cross dressing fetish, he broke into our house 4th of July weekend. 

Why the hell were the crotches ripped out?

So he could masturbate in them.

My wife went into the bathroom and threw up.

He made bail, didn't go to trial for 6 months, I almost had a restraining order put against me. It was an interesting summer. He went to jail for a year, they moved out.

We burned the clothes that night 

Don't trust your neighbors. Except for Phil, we can trust Phil.