On Sarah's bed, you see a blanket covering two human forms that undulate rythmically.

    Soft moans of pleasure are heard.

    You whip off your shirt and walk over to the bed.

    You lift the blanket up and reveal...

    Nothing.

    You pull the blanket entirely off the bed and can spot no traces of your teenage niece and her friend getting it on.

    Confused, you walk back outside the room and check the note.

    But it's not there!

    You check around the floor near the door.  Finally in a dusty corner of the hallway, you see where the note has fallen.

    You pick it up and brush off the dusty crud that sticks to the sticky part of the note.

    You push it against the door, and the force of your push opens the door.

    Again you see two bodies writhing together under Sarah's blanket.  Their soft moans are powerfully alluring, and you move toward them.

    But as soon as your hand leaves the note, it falls, and the blanket drops flat over the bed.

    Frustrated, you scrounge for the note on the floor to Sarah's room.  It has now become so grungy that it has no stick left to it at all.

    Still, you place it against the door.  Instantly the soft moans are heard again.  You look over and see the motion under the blanket.

    "Hi, girls!  It's me, Brad!" you say, keeping the note pressed against the door with one hand, while straining toward the bed with the rest of your body.

    The bodies stop their grinding for a moment and two heads pop out from underneath the blanket.

    "Brad!" says Katie, looking pleasantly surprised.

    "Get over here," insists Sarah.

    "I... I can't," you say.

    "C'mon, Brad," says Katie.  "Let's get it on."

    "But I..." you say.  "Here.  Here's my foot."

    Still pressing the note to the door, you extend your foot out toward the bed.  It almost makes it.  Katie leans forward and licks your big toe.  She giggles, then heads back under the covers with Sarah.

    This is torture.

    In desperation you lick the crusty back of the note and pound it against the door, hoping for a few brief moments of stickitude, and then you dive onto the bed.

    "Brad!" shouts Sarah.

    But the voice is from behind you.

    "What the fuck are you doing bare-ass naked on my bed?!  Get the fuck out of here, now, you perv!"

    From your lying position on top of Sarah's bed, you see the sticky-note has fallen again to the floor.

    You sigh.

    "Brad.  Out.  Now," commands Sarah.

    You get up and pick up the note.

    Sarah swipes it from your hands.

    "What the hell is this?" asks Sarah.

    She reads the note aloud:

    "Getting it on with Katie.  Enter if you're Brad.  Playing with Milton's weiner.  Please come in.  Just chillin', dude.  Come right in.  Bonking Toomey.  Come back later.  Sarah."

    Sarah tears up the note.

    "Brad, you are so fucking weird.  Just... just go be weird somewhere else."

    You stand up and walk out of Sarah's room.

    "And put a shirt on," says Sarah.

    She throws your shirt at you.

    You walk down the hall and down the back stairs.

    As you enter the kitchen, Katie also enters from outside.

    "Hi, Brad," she says.

    "Hi, Katie," you say.

    You look down at your left big toe.  It's still slightly glistening.

    You smile, and then head down to the basment to be alone.