“Not working,” I stated as I brushed the sand off my privates.
“But fun to watch,” he retorted. “Best guess, it’s more of a mental thing.”
“And worst guess?”
He shrugged. “You fall on your ass again, but what a supremely nice ass it is.”
I blushed, or at least I would have, had I still had a beating heart to push the blood up with. In any case, I hopped back up, locked my jaw, squinted my eyes, and pushed. So worst case, I figured, would be that I took a dump right there. Only, that’s not what happened. In fact, with a little thought power on my part, my feet actually begin to lift off the rock, then dangled above it, and then flew right over Steven’s head.
“Holy s**t, I’m flying!” I hollered, suddenly all Sally Field-like, minus the nun outfit.
“Or hovering forward,” he amended, “bu
