I had begged Ann to shit on me. It was a sunny day. She was going to do it, but where? She said in bed. I said, uh, in bed? well at least let me lay down a towel. Then it was going to be in the back of our car, it was all warm and sunny and I was naked on my back, getting ready, getting hard, I squeezed myself and my head was big and purple, she was getting ready but then some people drove by in their SUV and I could tell they could see me through those sunny windows and suddenly it didn't seem like a great place anymore. So where? I drove for a while, ended up at work only it was before work started. She said were you thinking upstairs? I said yeah, up where those couches are? She said no, it's too dank and dusty, I said okay, then, right down here. But by then she wasn't feeling so well. I tried to make some coffee and I spilled all Alvin's cream. We were standing around when the phone beeped, and when I looked behind an opened door I saw a guy sitting there on the phone, then Jimmy (the landlord) came in and told me if I was going to use the basement I had to conform to the confluence--which meant that I had to sign up for time slots, maximum of six two-minute slots a day. I apologized, they all left. Then Ann was in an adjacent room, reclining, trying to feel better, and she asked if I could give Hillary-Ann or whatever her name was, a pill. Or actually five pills. Five? Yeah, three breath mints and two cinammons! I looked at the small child she was talking about. She had sockets for three eyes but only one of them had a functioning eyeball in it. She was kinda grubby-faced and squinty. Apparently, Ann thought her breath stank. I was in the other room looking for the pills when I woke up. Also I had to take some chocolate away from a dog.