Stepmother departs, leaving me alone in the house

I had the whole house to myself, just me and my stepmother's absence. It was a strange feeling, a mix of excitement and apprehension. I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, what secrets she might be keeping from me. The thought of her wandering around, watching me, sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I was alone, but somehow the emptiness of the house seemed to amplify that fact. I was left with my own thoughts, my own desires, and the realization that I was the only one left to fulfill them. And so, I let myself give in to those desires, letting my fantasies take over. I was the only one there to satisfy my own needs, and I didn't hesitate to do so. The thought of my stepmother catching me, of her disapproval, only made the experience more thrilling. I was alone, but I wasn't lonely anymore.