A Magic Stopwatch

Danny DelMonaco worked as a waiter in a swanky Bevery Hills restaurant. He made good money, especially tips, but not enough to live in Beverly Hills, so he had to commute in. Most of his coworkers were nice except for the hostess, the niece of the owner, who was a stuck-up bimbo. Most of the customers were nice too, but just like anywhere, some were assholes.

One day as Danny was getting ready to catch the bus, there was a knock on his apartment door. A delivery man handed him a box. Inside the box was a stopwatch and note that this was his inheritance from his Uncle Francis.

He had never met Francis DelMonaco. He head heard the man was an eccentric antique collector who lived in a town on the Italian-French border.

Danny pocketed the watch and went to bus stop. He studied the watch further. As the bus arrived at his stop, he got off the buss and hit the plunger on the watch.

Danny had the feeling as if he had been thrust forward to a complete stop as if he had been moving quickly. He looked around and saw nothing was moving. Not traffic, not people, not clouds, and he could see an airplane in the sky as it it was a painting.

He twisted the knob on the watch, and things around him slowly started to move, and the more he twisted the knob, the faster they moved until things appeared to be moving normally. He twisted the knob back the other way and things slowed down until they appeared to stop.

He walked up to three women walking down the sidewalk. They had apparently been on a shopping spree.

He waved his hand in front of the face of the girl on the right, but she did not move. He took the sunglasses off the middle girl, but again, no motion. He put the glasses on the girl on the left. Taking a breath he looked through their purses and saw on their driver's licenses that they lived in upscale neighborhoods, so he took it upon himself to relieve them of all of their cash. Taking a deep breath, he felt up the small but firm boobs of the girl on the right then unbuttoned her blouse.