Enlightenment

From somewhere up above, a loud, obnoxious voice yelled, "Geez, Becky, just get that asshole back up here so we can go home."

The sound of Becca's asshole boyfriend bellowing down the ravine brought Hillman out of his contemplation of Becca's ass. Becca, however, remained unmoving.

"Uh, Becca, maybe if you pulled your jeans up before your boyfriend comes down here---" That was the last thing Hillman needed, was Becca's new boyfriend to come down the hill to see Becca's jeans and panties around her ankles and Becca herself bent over at the waist. As wonderful as the view was, Hillman just wished Becca would get dressed and forget she exposed herself to him. It could only mean more trouble in the end.

Again, the black object glowed in his hand. Becca pulled her jeans and panties up, then shook her head, as if coming out of a dream. She looked down at Hillman, no sign of embarrassment on her face. Again, her boyfriend yelled for her to get her dork friend back up to the top so they could go home.

"Listen, if you're OK, it's probably best if we head back up. And I think I better call you a cab. It would probably be best if you didn't ride home with us, all things considered."

Hillman just nodded dumbly, as his mind was making connections. He had wondered what Becca's ass looked like, and she had obliged him. He had hoped she would get dressed and forgot about what had happened, and she had obliged him. In both cases, the strange object in his hand had glowed. Somehow, this device had translated his desires into actions. What this meant, Hillman didn't know. But the possibilities both intrigued and frightened him.

"What is that you have in your hand, anyway?" Becca asked.

Hillman hurriedly put the object in his pocket. "Just a piece of costume jewelry I found in the ditch. Yeah, I'm all right. And a cab is no problem."

Hillman and Becca make it to the top, where Becca's boyfriend waited.