ping, ping, ping
Lizzie half-heard the alarm as she slowly woke up, then quickly snapped out of it and shut the alarm off. She listened carefully, now wide-awake, but heard nobody.
Didn't ditz this one up at least! she thought happily to herself.
Lizzie quietly got up and grabbed her phone, checking the time on it. 3:00am, just as she'd planned. She'd have plenty of time. Lizzie had been invited back home for Spring Break last-minute, and given the prudishness of some of her relatives, who were now sleeping in the spare rooms on the floor above her, she'd doubted she'd be able to have much fun. What a waste of Spring Break! she remembered thinking. So she'd turned her mind to what she could do with her relatives here.
That was when she'd remembered a stunt she'd pulled seven, maybe eight years ago, when she was first beginning her exhibitionist life. Still too afraid of being seen to try anything during the day, she'd sneaked out at night to get naked. Lizzie couldn't remember exactly what she'd done, but she remembered having a blast doing it. So as soon as she'd settled in back home, she searched her room for her old diary. She definitely remembered writing about what she had done in it, still trusting, back then, that her mom wouldn't read it. And to her credit, Lizzie thought, She didn't. Otherwise I'd probably still be grounded. At last, she'd found it, and carefully cut out the pages recounting her escapade, planning to destroy them afterwards in case her mom ever did try to read her diary. She'd purposefully not read them yet, though, preferring to keep it a surprise. Because now, with the few hours Lizzie had to herself, she was planning to...