keep confusing her

Mind clasps her jacket closed. She looks at you then at her clothes on the chair in front of her, then back at you. "I don't know what's going on," she whispers.

"Well, first you removed your jeans and panties and tossed them a couple of rows down, then you put the jeans back on, then removed your shirt, flashed your boobs at me, and sat down next to me."

"Shhhh!" you hear. You don't know if that is targeted at you. You turn and see the girl with the garbage bag top pulling on her boyfriend's arm. She obviously wants to leave and is whispering furiously at him. She grabs his bucket of popcorn and looks about to toss it. You stop time. You walk up to her. The bucket is half full of wet, buttery popcorn. You take the bucket and ram down on the girl's head then put her hands on top of it. You pull her jeans and panties to her ankles and pull off the garbage bag and stuff it in her purse. As you turn to walk away, you notice a Milk Dud on the floor. You take it and shove it just inside her rectum. You go back to your seat.

When time restarts, the girl with the popcorn on her head starts cursing loudly. You turn and see her pull the bucket off of her head, leaving wet, oily popcorn all over her. She then realizes her state of undress. As she goes to pull up her jeans and panties, she yells at her date. "We're leaving, now!"

The rest of the theater is watching her now. They are too stunned to tell her to be quiet. After the girl gets her pants back up, she rushes out with her arm over her boobs, and her date follows.

You turn back to Mindy, and you stop time again. You pull her jacket open. You put a hand on one of her boobs then put both her hands on top of yours and press them forward. You restart time.

"Eee!" cries Mindy. She pulls your hands off of her boob and pulls her jacket closed again.

"If you want to make out, maybe we can go somewhere private," you say.

"I...we...uh...."

You stop time. The theater has movable arm-rests like in airplanes, so you lift the one between you, put Mindy's head over your crotch, and put her hand down your pants. You restart time.

"That'll work," you say.

Mind pops back up-right. "oh my god, oh my god, what's happening? Maybe I should go."

"Want me to go with you? You don't seem well."