A polaroid camera snapped a single photo and the sound echoed through the dark abandoned hallway. Bruno O'brien placed Rosalina Hastings on top of her mahogany desk, making sure to push her sterling silver name plate and grade book out of the way.
Snap! Another photo was taken.
Bruno placed his hand against Rosalina's upper thigh, running his fingers along the hem of her khaki pleated skirt.
"We shouldn't be doing this." Rosalina whispered while running her lower lip along Bruno's adams apple, leaving a steak of lip gloss along his skin.
"But we're doing it anyway." Bruno whispered in her ear, taking time to nibble on her earlobe.
Snap! Photo number three.
Bruno's lips met with his sultry teacher's collarbone and suckled passionately on her lovely peach scented skin. Rosalina's fingers tangled through Bruno's luispy chestnut hair, working their way down the hem of his t-shirt.
Snap! One last photo was taken.
A blank canvas photo ejected from the Polariod camera. The black nothingness faded away and a photo began to form. An image of incriminating evidence was the product. A teacher and a student, exchanging more then just tips for acing the SAT's. The photographer smiled a devious smile before vanishing off into the darkness of the corridor, a phantom of the night.
