"One," says Pam.

    You stay calm, calling her bluff.

    Doesn't work.

    Pam's prediction of the future bears out, as indeed you crotch begins to bleed.

    Pam retracts her foot, and you fall off her bed.

    "Through the door or out the winow," says Pam.


    Door.

    Window.

    Hump the bed.