Brrrrrrrrring.

    Brrrrrrrrring.

    <<Hello?>>

    "Hi, it's me, Brad.  Is this Beverly Danka?"

    <<Hold on,>> says the voice.  <<Mom!  Phone!>>

    Woah.  She has kids.

    Times have changed, man.

    <<Hello?>>

    It's Bev!

    "Hi, it's me, Brad!"

    <<Brad?>>

    "Yeah, I'm Brad Powell."

    <<Oh!  Hi, Brad.>>

    "So you have kids now?"

    <<Uh, yeah.  Had 'em for some time now.>>

    "Oh."

    <<So what about you?  You have kids?>>

    "Nope, not m-- oh, wait, yeah.  Well, one, kinda."

    <<Uh-huh.  So what are you doing with yourself?>>

    "I got this cool van.  And uh... Me and Merv -- you remember Merv, right?"

    <<Oh... yeah, you still hang out with Merv, eh?>>

    "Yeah, he and I cruise around a lot.  ...You remember the basement?"

    <<'The Basement'?  Was that a club we went to or something?>>

    "No, I mean here at the house in Sharon."

    <<Oh.  Well, not particularly, but yeah...>>

    "I spend a lot of time there."

    <<Oh.>>

    "So, uh... are you doing anything tonight?  Maybe you'd wanna cruise around a little bit with me and Merv?"

    <<Uh...>>

    "There's a bed in the back of the van."

    <<Really...>>

    "Yeah, it's great.  C'mon, whaddya say?"

    <<I say 'no', Brad.>>

    "Why not?"

    <<Well, I've got two kids to look after here... and I think when my husband gets home we're all going out to eat.>>

    "Husband?"

    <<Yep.>>

    "Oh... so does that mean there's no chance of me scoring with you now?"

    <<Goodbye, Brad,>> says Bev.

    She hangs up.

    "Damn," you say to yourself.  "I probably shouldn't have mentioned about Sammy."

    What would you like to do now?


    Return to the basement.

    Go to Pam's room.  Try to score.

    Go bonk Sandy.