My mind drifted, meandering back over the last thirteen years. Life had worked out well, just not quite how I’d envisioned.The three females in my l...fe seemed to communicate psychically. I’d find one or another of the girls coming to bed with me every so often, Alia absent. There were no fights, no discussions, no schedules; it was as if they’d colluded on how to manage me to their satisfaction. I didn’t complain. Managing three females would have been like trying to coral ants by thought alone. My shoulders were killing me from the long duck walk with each awkward box. She laughed lightly, patting me on the back, and I mentioned that she better stop or I'd never get the other load. "For now" she replied. The second trip was uneventful, and the store clerk explained that Jo used the glass for some sort of shelving or display systems she sold. My curiosity was satisfied, and I drove back. After arriving, I began to unload the truck. As I was walking toward the stairs, I heard Jo and. She wasfascinated; her eyes got big as she leaned over my hands to look at it. "Can I hold it?" she asked. Quietly I nodded and placed it in her cuppedhands. But then the toad must have been frightened by the sudden movement,and it exejected a greenish yellow liquid onto Ginnie's white tank top."Ewwwwie! He peed on me!" she screamed, and ran to the pond and begansoaking her front with pond water. It may have washed the stain away butit was impossible to tell since her top was now saturated with. Her day was uneventful for the most part until right around noon she received the call from the closing manager, Steve. he was calling in sick. He had tried to call the other managers to cover for him but none wanted to work. She knew Steve was probably not sick and was just hung over. He was a big time drinker, not an alcoholic but the type that goes to the bar every night. She decided to pull a double shift and close. She told Steve that she would be able to cover his shift. It was better.