Man, that's a fine ass. Wonder what it looks like behind all that denim?

She DID have a nice butt. Years of--what exactly did she do?--had tightened the two hemispheres into a most pleasing shape. She wore a pair of tight-fitting jeans that did little to conceal her contours. Hillman could even perceive the outline of her panties. They appeared to be riding up on her.

Something caught the corner of his eye. He looked down and opened his hand. To his amazement the ball which had once been blacker than ink, was now radiating a stark red light.

"What the ..." Hillman brought the ball closer to his face. It was positively mesmerizing. Tiny red beams swirled and undulated within its depths. "Hey Becca, look at this."

Becca, it appeared, had already noticed the strange glowing ball. She stared at it raptly, but said nothing.

"I found it at the bottom of the hill."

She continued to ignore him, her bright blue eyes transfixed upon the object resting on his palm.

Hillman was growing uneasy. "So what d'you think? Weird, huh?"

Instead of answering him, Becca reached down and unzipped her fly. She slowly started to peel her jeans down her hips.

Hillman eyes darted back and forth between her and the ball. Was he going insane? It wasn't until her jeans had hit the ground, when he regained the power of speech. "Uh, Becca, what're you doing?"

She responded by hooking her thumbs under her pastel-blue panties and unceremoniously yanking them down. Hillman now had a clear view of her bushy triangle. Strangely, instead of wondering why she was exposing herself to him, Hillman's first thought was: so she doesn't dye her hair.

Becca then turned her back to him and leaned forward until her hands touched the ground. As they were still upon the incline, this put her at a ninety degree angle at her waist. The well parted globes of her ass were now presented to him in all their glory.

Well now I know what it really looks like, Hillman thought. He then looked back at the ball in his hand, as if for the first time. In retrospect, the connection should have been obvious. People, even people like Becca, just didn't behave this... spontaneously. He returned his attention to Becca's ass. In the dying light he could still make out her wrinkled anus winking back at him. He could even see the thick folds of her labia peeking through her bush.

The crickets, hiding who knows where, had begun chirping.