rent to own

You decide to rent the remote for two hours. You pay the forty dollar rental fee and take the remote. As you quickly head to the local mall, you remember the instructions: "Well, the button with the eye allows you to read people's thoughts. You point the remote at someone, hold the button in, and you can hear what he or she is thinking. The clock face accelerates your speed, so that the world appears to have stopped. I believe that movie "Clockstoppers" had a similar device. The heart makes the person you point the remote out fall in love with whomever that person is looking at, but the love only lasts 24 hours if it was not meant to be for for that couple. The transparent body makes the person the remote is pointed out become invisible, and the pink button makes the person who the remote is pointed out become sexually aroused."

The mall has a pretty decent crowd. You hit the clock face, and the world seems to stop. You spot a cute girls probably in her late teens or early twenties. You unzip and unbutton her capri pants and yank them to her ankles. You then lift up her t-shirt and unhook her bra and roll it up to expose her breats. You pull her shirt up over her head. You then wedge her thong firmly up her ass. You step back and hit the clock button again.

The girl stumbles but does not fall. She quickly pulls her shirt down off her face, and sees her exposed breasts and she pulls the shirt over them. She turns beet red as passer-bys notice her and laugh. She pulls up her pants and buttons and zips them up as she leaves, not realizing her panties are sticking well out of the back of her slacks.

You're thirsty, so you head to the food court. You get behind a rather stunning woman in her late thirties who is ordering a salad and a diet soda. You hit the eye button to read her mind: "God, this little pimply-faced nerd deserves to be working here!" she thinks as the teenaged boy behind the counter rings up her order. "How hard is it to substitute extra croutons for bacon bits and cucumbers for radishes and..." You hear enough. As she looks at the boy, you hit the heart button. You then hit the eye button again: "...but he is soooo cute! My god, he's not cute, he's gorgeous. I mean not physically, but I don't understand. I just..." As she hands him a twenty for her $6 meal, she tells him to keep the change and winks at him. She asks him what time he gets off. The nervous, shy boy, mumbles that he gets off at three.

You smile and as the lady heads to a nearby table you shoot her a shot of sexual arousal. You see her body shiver as she sits and beams at the boy. You notice she has a female companion who is of similar age and pulchritude. You order your iced tea and ponder your next move.