Yes, let her think she's alone

You decide to play the voyeur a bit longer. You start time to see what she'll do next.

"The nerve!" she mutters to herself. "The NERVE! No right to....I ought to....no right!"

You watch as she fumes. She seems to be looking for something. There on top of a bookshelf is her cell phone. As she goes to retrieve it, you stop time again, her hand just about to grab it. You move the phone a little to the right. When you start time again, instead of grabbing the phone her fingers knock it to the floor.

"Fuck!" she says, using language she doesn't ever use in public. She bends over. You freeze time. you pull out your pocket knife and cut a jagged gash in her dress, revealing burgundy-colored satin panties across her wide derriere. You kick the phone forward, then step back in the shadows. Natalie squeaks in surprise and shoots back upright.

"Oh god!" she exclaims, feeling her ass and blushing. You stifle a laugh. She heads right for the hallway you're hiding in. You stop time, get behind her, then let her proceed. But not quite. As she goes past a closet, you stop time, hook her ripped dress around the closet door knob, then start time again. As she hurries towards what you guess is her bedroom, the abused dress rips loudly. Mrs. Lockhart screams. She goes to unhook her dress from the doorknob. You stop time and hook it on again as she turns back and another rip shreds her dress.

"That....that...." she mutters, shuddering in confusion and embarrassment. If she would look behind her, she would see you, but she is staring in bewilderment at your door knob accomplice instead.

She continues in her ruined dress to her bedroom. She slams the door behind her, leaving you outside. That won't do. You stop time and open the door, finding her holding the dress in a crumpled mass in her hands, clad in matching bra and panty with sheer thigh-high stockings. It's a good look for her and you consider having her mow your lawn while wearing it this weekend. For now, though, you want to keep playing. Still, there's no place to hide in her bedroom. You'll have to cheat.

You start time, standing right in front of her. She gasps, but you start swinging the watch immediately and her look of horror melts into a glazed trance.

"Can you hear me Natalie?" you ask.

"Yes..." she sighs.

"Natalie, when I say 'You're all alone with no one to play with' you will believe that there is no one else in the room with you. You won't be able to see or hear anyone but yourself in the room. The only thing you CAN hear is if I say 'Play Time Natalie' and then you will be able to see and hear people again. Do you understand?"

"I understand...." she says blissfully.

"When I say "wakey wakey eggs and bakey" you will wake up," you tell her.

"wakey wakey eggs and bakey" she acknowledges.

"wakey wakey eggs and bakey" you repeat.

She blinks to wakefulness, then screams and covers her tits and twat with her hands, even though she's still has her underwear on.

"What the hell are you..." she screams

"You're all alone with no one to play with," you tell her.

Her eyes loose focus. She looks around the room frantically, ignoring you entirely.

"Oh god, I'm loosing it!" she mumbles. "There's no one here. I'm all alone. All alone. Nothing to worry about."

You grin and tell her that you aren't so sure about that, but of course she can't hear you.