Alas, they are grown kids, adults to be more specific, but as Home Nudist says, there could be trouble in store mainly because of the possibility that those youn-uns might not have a clear understanding of what nudism is and that could easilly set them off to do all sorts of things such as call the cops and video you with their cellphones to post onto the Internet. Alls I can suggest is to not only talk again with your neighbour but also talk with a few of those young-uns over there, and when you do, perhaps have your wife and your neighbour back you up on what you have to say about the whole thing.
THEN... if they give you any sort of trouble, rig up a camera on them and catch THEM in the act of mischief that young adults with nothing but time on their hands are wont to get into.
But I'd say that as long as they're grownups and your neighbour is fine with your being au-naturel whilst on your own property then nobody should have a legitemate complaint.
Those young'uns are real night owls, too, which is consistent with what I remember from that far back. The grunting of the mating dinosaurs and the screaming of the saber-tooth tigers could keep a person awake back then, also.
A few nights ago, I couldn't quite fall asleep, and as is my habit, I just went out the front door and down the driveway to the street. We have a circular drive, and if I feel frisky, I might just turn out the end of the driveway and walk up the street the short distance to the other end of the loop. A couple of laps around there usually releases a little tension and makes it possible to get to sleep.
On that outbound leg, I was just turning from the sidewalk onto the driveway, and in full illumination from the excessively strong yard light, when I noticed a shadow pass over one of the lights on the neighbor's front porch. I could clearly see an outline of a person, but perhaps they were facing the wrong direction, or just distracted, but they never made a comment, and I have never heard from the Mom.
I should add that this was somewhere around 2:30 in the morning, and, of course, I was totally disrobed, or I wouldn't be the least concerned that I had been seen.
It did get nasty. After three or four days of this supposed new freedom, a sheriff's department patrol car showed up in the driveway. Two polite but firm deputies gave me a little pep talk which rang the bell with the magic words about the sex offenders database and my eventual inclusion on it if I persisted. That is the nudist's version of Scared Straight, and it worked on me. I have no desire to join that list.
Sorry to hear that. It's not a happy ending. I do have to wonder if being seen nude on the street at 2:00 a.m. isn't particularly susceptible to having a negative interpretation attached?
God Bless our Troops
It is just such a pity that neighbours cannot simply mind their own business.
We have a daughter and step-daughter in the basement (both 22), there's another 2 across the street, and at least 3 others I know of in the neighborhood. I have friends, people at work, the woman I just met at a party, and now people on this message board all with 20 year olds who won't move out and leave us alone.
It's been going on for *years* and I'm wearing thin on this, "it's tough out there" routine. BS. I think we've conditioned them to be lazy and to expect handouts: free Internet, free music downloads, free phone to watch mobile TV, free big screen TV, free movie downloads, free place to hang out, and no worries someone will take care of me. I don't see very much hustle.
When will they go off and leave us to do as we will? All of them...
One of them just appeared upstairs as I'm typing this: she has no work today because there's a concert somewhere tonight. I guess when you're 22 you can't take a shift during the day and attend a concert at night. That would leave no time to watch TV all afternoon, go out and smoke some pot, do some tailgating with friends, then catch the concert.
So yeah, it's tough out there for them and it means I can't hang about the house, backyard or garage sans clothes on a Saturday.
And sure, we're all adults and I could be naked in front of them but then I'd be the object of the stories during the pot-smoking, tailgating sessions. I pass.