"Show time is over! Get your lazy conny arse up and explain what sort of games you are playing, Ellie!" I squeal as I stroll to her, ready to drag her out of the bed by the hair if she dares to keep acting up.

To my astonishment, the bitch peels the duvet off her in a flash, jerking herself up and tapping her imprints on the floor, swinging her head from side to side like a lunatic.

I knew it. It was all a show. What is the gambling on? What is all this for?

"Oh my gosh! How was my acting? Did I do a plausible job in...