Snapchat Game - Alice knows just how to make a movie.

She knows how to take it to the next level. She knows just how to move your POV and give you that special look. She knows the look. And she knows when to stop. She knows when to make a scene, when to bend, and when to step back. "You've been a good girl for a long time, Snapchat Game. I've worked with some of your peers and they all have bad habits, but you are the exception. Good behavior earns good grades, you know." I nod. "And you are right. Bad behavior earns you flak, but bad behavior pays." I smile. It's obvious what a great teacher Debbie is. I know I have made her a great teacher as well. It seems like the flailings have amused Debbie for a long time. It's funny how they make me look completely depraved. I wonder if I've made her myself, or if it's just the way the past few weeks have brought my self-esteem back. In the past I've been embarrassed by my work, but well-meaning friends and co-workers have forgiven me.

And now here I am, sitting here in this hotel room, totally naked, my back against the bed, with my hands still wrapped around my waist, leaning against the bedposts while wearing nothing but my collar and cuffs. I can almost hear my own laughter. I smile. It's a sheen of sweat on my body. I must look good. I win a small satin kerchief from the table. There are no sleeves. It shines on my body. I pass out after I jog for a few minutes. I wake up on the other side of the bed. I'm face to the mattress, my head is still spinning. I lie there, half incomprehensioned, half afraid. From the looks of things I am in good with. I stretch out in my tight shorts and pull my shirt over my head. I raise up on my toes and arch my back. I shiver.

It's now midnight. It must be mid-afternoon. I must have fallen asleep. I have a few minutes to kill. I slip off my shorts and panties. In the corner of my eye I notice a cloud is moving. It's probably a jagged cloud. I move quickly across the room and throw them on the bed. I lay perfectly still as I see the stream of light move across the sky. It's way to high for a cloud. It must be several hundred feet in the air. It must be completely night. I don't move. I don't speak. For a moment, I wonder about the power of this performance. It must be over unseen..