Trisha was on her way home from a late day at work. The 26 year old fresh hire at Talvers accounting often was the one that got stuck late. She was tired and miserable, so she simply wanted to go home and pour herself a nice drink and watch some TV before bed. The last thing she wanted to do was pull into a dingy gas station and get out into the cold to pump gas. Alas, the flashing light on her dashboard told her she had no choice.
After filling up, Trisha decided to go in and use the restroom just to be sure she wouldn't have to make another stop before getting home. As she entered the gas station she was nearly run over by a young blonde woman leaving the store who APPEARED to be talking to her own crotch!
Fuck, Trisha thought, all the weirdos are on this side of town! Just the other day she had seen a fat guy walking down the street dressed as a baby. She didn't know how her husband Matt had convinced her to buy a house so far out of town, especially the south east side of town where all the whack jobs are.
Trisha found a (semi) clean stall and sat down to take a piss. As she relived herself she looked down and saw a very strange stone laying on the floor.
