You're a loner at heart anyhow.

    Hitting the gas, you begin cruising the streets of Sharon and just thinking.

    People are always trying to tie you down.  But you're a rambler.

    Remember Joyce?  She tried to rope you down with the marriage vows.  Forget that, man.  You had to cut her loose.  Let her explore her lesbian side.  It's cool.

    One good thing about bonkin' Sandy: no commitments.  Bonk on Tuesday, Texas hair wrap convention on Thursday, maybe back for a little more bonkage by weekend.  That's cool.

    You just don't have time for the Mervs of the world.  Let 'em play catch up with you.  You're movin' on.

    You've been cruising about four hours now, and you have no idea where the hell you are.

    You pull over and look for a map.  Then you remember that the map is Merv's, and he's probably got it back at his place.

    You drive on until you get to a convenience store.  It isn't until you walk inside that you realize you're flat broke.  Sandy's got your hair wrapping money from two weeks ago at her place.

    Damn.

    You get kind of desperate, find a pay phone and place a collect call to Sandy's.

    Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring...

    <<Hello?>>

    "Merv?"

    <<Hey, Marty, what happened, dude?  Weren't we gonna cruise or what?>>

    "What are you doing at Sandy's place?"

    <<Just chillin', Marty.  Be cool.>>

    You swear you can't leave those two alone for a second.

    "Yeah, well... I'll be coming over there soon, and when I do..."

    <<She's all yours,>> says Merv.

    "Yeah."

    <<Later, Marty.>>

    "Yeah," you say, and hang up.

    Getting really desperate, you place a collect call to Joyce.

    Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring...

    Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring...

    <<Hello?>>

    "Joyce?"

    <<Brad?>>

    "Hi, uh..."

    <<You all right, Brad?>>

    "Hunh?  Yeah, fine.  Why?"

    <<Just checking, Brad.  So what's up?>>

    "Uh, see... I'm kind of lost..."

    <<Uh-huh...>>

    "I'm near a KFC... and there's a Mobil Gas Station a little ways back..."

    <<Why are you telling me this, Brad?>>

    "Uh, could you uh... pick me up, maybe?"

    <<Brad... I'm in Seattle.>>

    "Right, right..."

    <<Wait a second...>> says Joyce.  <<What streets are you near?>>

    "Uh..." you look around.  "OK... I'm on Park Street... near Pleasnant... why?"

    <<Cause I think I know where you are.>>

    "In Seattle?" you ask.

    <<No, Brad.  You're down by Cobb's Corner, about 5 minutes away from your house.>>

    "What?!  ...Um.   ...Woah.  Oh yeah.  Thanks, Joyce."

    <<S'okay, Brad.>>

    You say goodbye to Joyce and head back into your van.

    Driving back home you pass the ranch where Sarah and Anna keep their horses.

    You pull in and check for Anna.

    You walk out back to the stable.  No sign of Anna, so you head back into the van.

    You get behind the wheel and the thought occurs to you: "where the hell am I?"

    You look around for a map, but no dice.

    You get a bit panicky, but then calm yourself down with thoughts of Anna in lingerie.

    You decide to just drive around and masturbate.

    About an hour later, you happen to pass Merv's place.  From there you are able to figure out your way back home.

    You're awfully tired, so you just park the van, crawl underneath it and go to sleep.