Blazing away congratulating each other they quickly make it to the bin's drop off point.

Pointing out the route to take Jeff directs them towards the barn and a concrete pad behind. Telling him to just drive across the yard behind the barn Jerry considers with the soft ground the truck may sink in. Not worried about that Jeff says their truck has too many wheels to get stuck. So out they drive able to feel the truck sink, looking in the rear-view spot two trailing depressions left in the grass. Noting it Jerry suggests stopping or going back. Able to see the concrete pad Jeff says keep going knowing if they stop they'll be done for.

As the truck crosses the pad Jerry brings it to a stop. Jerry heads out to drop the bin.

With the bin titled and one corner touching ground they typically need to drive the truck forward. Attempting to do so the truck wheels spin. Being manual transmission and the bin touching ground rocking isn't simple or possible.

Jeff has an idea to make the truck lighter by dumping some of the contents. Jerry hops out of the truck while Jeff adjusts the truck-bed to enable the bin doors to open.

They go to the back of the still tilted bin and each grab a release handle to one of the two doors on the bin. Before applying force to the handle Jerry asked Jeff if he thought the weight of the contents might knock the doors into them with force. Jeff shook his head no pointing to the hooks keeping the tarp down stating their three metal hooks per door should keep the doors from springing open. Sounding logical they both agreed to pull the handles hard and jump aside. Swiftly jerking the handles the pair free the bin's doors. The weight of contents behind still springs open the doors connecting hard and swift into each of their backs knocking them face first in the cold mud.

Jerry was hurt and very un-amused especially when rolling over. Laughing off the pain Jeff rolled over and almost cried. Spilled across them and the concrete pad green, garbage bags full of garbage. The pair begin cursing, Jerry tried getting mad at Jeff for not checking the bin. Both heard Ray say take this one.

After fifteen minutes of swearing knew they had to get the truck off the property. Even with half the garbage spilled out the truck won't budge.

Racing around the property between house and barn Jeff wrangles keys to get his uncle's tractor running to pull the truck out.

***

With the weather's temperature hovering at freezing an icy road condition warning was given. Many area companies closed up early to avoid worsening road travel.

***

At the green house Richard Novo made the executive decision to clean up and go. The Latin crew already engaged in cleaning the Trim room were able to leave first. Management and office staff closely behind, left supervisors to ensure their areas shut down properly before exiting. Anne and Donny were the last employees to leave the greenhouse having the biggest mess to not only clean up but tasks to arrange to be returned to easily.

Outside the empty space where the bin sat puts a smirk on Donny's face imaging the surprised, confused than disappointed faces of Jerry and Jeff.

Stuck until their replacements arrive Stacy watches the gates close after Anne and Donny leave, "Well Mickey just you and me for a couple hours."

"Looks like," Mick almost wishes to have gotten to take off early too.

"You know I think I just saw some SUSPICIOUS movement in the back of the greenhouse," She turns to him with sly grin and knowing eye.

"Oh yeah," Mick's stoic face manages a cute smile, "guess we better GET ON IT."

***

Jeff and Jerry's expected one hour trip, now at two hours, has them agitated.

The truck and bin being too heavy for the tractor they get creatively thinking.

Jamming firewood under truck wheels they slowly and languorously make it possible to get the vehicle back on to more compacted ground.

***

If the weather were better Donny would drive out to check on Jerry and Jeff. The Uncle's farm further away from Loril's farm Donny's not risking the ride just to laugh at them.

Keeping his slow ride home uneventful the gravely dirt roads keep ice from properly forming. The light brown slushy roads do pull the car about which Donny plays with attempting to spin the car around. However the old, worn tires merely loose traction and he nearly drives into the ditch.

At the farm snow has covered the ground to a point only the tall weeds are seen. Knowing Loril won't be any earlier Donny decides to check on Grandpa Al's old tractor as the machine has a simple scraping blade attached for plowing the drive.

Parking the car close to the barn keeps it running knowing the tractor's battery will need jump or all-out-charging. Which it turns out to be, disconnecting jumper cables Donny knows the battery will have to be removed, to be recharged, and gets to it.

***

Sure enough Loril was stuck in the store, until after her shift. She called the farmhouse phone to let him know but the answering service is no longer working. Frustrating herself knows she confiscated his phone.

All her customers after of course discuss worsening road conditions. Loril's not concerned with driving home in it or late, she does hope Donny made it home okay.

***

After two hours in the cold Jeff puts their tractor away and fires up a joint to calm down.

Frustrated for stealing a bin of garbage Jerry kicks several of the spilled garbage bags about. His foot goes through one. Kicking the bag off foot Jerry has a couple blue latex gloves stuck to his foot. Plucking one off looks to see what's causing it to be stuck so well, "no?" seeing the gummy brown substance stuck to finger now Jerry smells it, "it's resin?"

He snags the other glove able to feel the resin stuck to the fingers of the inverted glove, "this is resin man." He scans the dozens of bags on the ground then over to the truck, "feels like a couple grams too. How many of these gloves are in those bags?"

Disinterested at first Jeff contemplates the idea, "no weed that's shitty, but if we could find a pound of that... it'd almost be worth it."

"Yeah." Jerry has a crazy time consuming idea.

The pair quickly empty out the bin of all garbage bags, carrying, hauling, kicking and dragging it all over to the barn.

Worn out and neither had eaten yet Jeff led them into the farmhouse kitchen.

Going in wet, muddy and smelly Jerry's only query, "will your Uncle care?"

Shrugging Jeff flicks on the light switches, "probably. But he won't know-today."

"Yeah," Jerry at least takes his boots off, "where is he?"

"Woman's place in town." Jeff inspects pantry first for simple food, "be there all week most likely. Comes back on weekends mainly to check on things cut the grass and shit, you know." Snagging a bag of Dill pickle chips hands it to Jerry to open, "here, appetizer." Then he moves for the fridge.

Warming up and worn out Jerry gladly takes the bag, "thanks," he leans against the counter opening it, "getting burnt out here."

"Feel yah man," Jeff spots a couple frozen dinners in the freezer and removes them, "chicken and fries good?" He displays the boxes before opening them. Seeing Jerry nod Jeff opens them up to heat up.

"Yeah," Jerry yawns, "might need a pick me up too." Taking a handful of chips to munch on sets the bag on counter.

"Especially if we do tackle that shit show out there," Tossing the boxes on counter Jeff places the food in the microwave, "bet there's something for that around here." He hits the buttons on the microwave turning it on, "I'll wrangle us up some drinks and maybe a fork. Check the bathroom for any prescriptions.

"Okay," Jerry's easily coaxed to investigate and wanders off to find the bathroom.

"Yeah, keep going that way," Jerry attempts to help him out. Returning to the refrigerator draws out a couple cans of beer to drink, "that'll be perfect." Setting the beers on the kitchen table turns around studying drawers determining which of the several may have utensils in it, "now a fork?"

In the bathroom Jerry found a few interesting bottles of pills he didn't know how to pronounce the contents of and brought them out for Jeff to identify.

All three bottles excellent choices Jeff recommends one having similar euphoric and sensory overload feelings as ecstasy. They both pop back a couple of pills chase it back with swig of beer and sit down to simple supper.

***

Managing to get the tractor started Donny takes it for a test run and scrapes off the drive for Loril's return.

Storing the tractor back in the barn Donny heads inside to wash-up warm-up and heat-up something for dinner there.

The wet snow turned to crystallized flakes in the evening's icy breezes. From the kitchen Donny occasionally glances out the windows awaiting Loril while preparing a simple pasta meal.

***

Finishing their meals Jeff and Jerry were disappointed the pills taken had yet any effect on them. Jeff suggests they might be best taken after eating so they induce a couple more of the pills finishing off their second beers.

Ready for prospecting refuse for resin they zip the coats up and head for the barn.

Wanting to keep warm Jeff turned on a radio and got a fire going in a metal drum inside the barn. At first using the now wet firewood to burn they began tossing unwanted garbage into the fire to be rid of it. With all the plastics, latex and other foreign materials it got very smoky in the barn. Occasionally taking hits of resin from heated tongs they barely realized the smoke or smell. More focused on the resin collected so far as big and round as a golf ball.

As the pharmaceuticals kick in they become lost in their own smokey barn world.

At first laughing uncontrollably, while picking resin out of gloves they began noting songs heard they loved and singing along, loudly and badly.

With their efforts amounting to the size of billiard ball Jeff and Jerry's mood increases. When the song 'you give bad love a bad name' comes on they really get into to acting out air-performances of drum beats and guitar strumming.

A little more reserved Loril was simultaneously singing along slowly driving the last mile home. Even turning up the volume knowing Donny doesn't care for the song and isn't there to hear it. Despite the hour and roads she's in great spirits feeling not only getting a bin of weed for free outsmarting the boys.

Increasing her mood observes Donny's got the tractor running and cleared the drive. The next song played over the radio is paradise by the dashboard light. Knowing the song she hums along even after turning off the truck, retrieving Donny's phone to place back in the car's glove-box before heading inside to carry on the song.

In a smoky barn Jeff is belting out the male lines while Jerry returns the female ones. With the drug inducement they even feel out bases on one another inspiring erections. When they round to third both grab each others' small hard dick, as they feel similar to their own rub the short shafts along with the tune's timing. In the moment they slyly grin at each other and wink. As the female singer stops the play, Jeff and Jerry lock their lips together. Neither having any sexual action or contact in years go with the drug induced feelings. Kissing each other hard and fiercely they continue rubbing panted dicks. As the song ends they both burst their loads within underwear. The kissing stops as the orgasmic feeling washes over them. With testosterone released both realize what they just did, to each other. Easing back they're both terrified to even look at the other. Muttering I'm sorry they adjust crotches sitting back down and blame the pills. Avoiding conversation and eye contact return to picking out resin.