You adjust the note until it reads:

              Just chillin', dude.        Come right in.
    Bonking Toomey. ^ Come back later. ^  -Sarah

    Placing it back on the door, you walk inside.

    Sarah is on her bed.  Alone.

    "Hey, Brad," says Sarah casually.  "What's up?"

    "Not much," you answer.  "Whatcha doing?"

    "Jus' chillin'," says Sarah.

    "You seen Eva today?" you ask.

    "Eva?  Nope.  Sorry."

    "Um, what about Toomey?"

    "Toomey?  No, why is he here?" she asks.

    "Nah, just asking," you say.

    You get an idea.

    You walk back outside and close the door.

    "Later, Brad," says Sarah.

    You take out your pen again and adjust the note to read:

      Playing with Milton's weiner.  Please come in.
                  Just chillin', dude.   ^    Come right in.
    Bonking Toomey. ^ Come back later. ^  -Sarah

    Again you replace the note and enter Sarah's room.

    Sarah is sitting on the floor idly poking at Marty with some chopsticks.
 
    "Hi, Brad!" says Sarah cheerfully.  "Wanna play with me?"

    "Sorry, Sarah," you say.  "But I'm gonna have to ask you to give that wee-wee back to Milton, its rightful owner."

    "OK," says Sarah.  She tosses Milty the penis.  Milton is ecstatic.  He runs down the hall and disappears down the back stairs.

    "Thanks, Sarah," you say.

    "Sure, Brad," she says.

    You exit her room, close the door, and think for a moment.  And then you write:

                                  Wanting to snuggle.
     Playing with Milton's weiner. ^ Please come in.
           Just chillin', dude.   ^    Come right in.
    Bonking Toomey. ^ Come back later. ^  -Sarah
                                                              -Merv

                         Let's make amends... in bed.
     Playing with Milton's weiner. ^ Please come in.
           Just chillin', dude.   ^    Come right in.
    Bonking Toomey. ^ Come back later. ^  -Sarah
                                                               -Pam