You contradict him.

"Y-you're wrong, Carl!" You say defiantly. "I'm straight! I prefer women!"

For a brief moment, the room is dead silent.

"Gee, sorry about that, John. My mistake." Carl glares at you, angry. "Anyway, could you please go home now? Veronica and I need some alone time..."

Veronica pipes up, "But what about--?"

"Now.", he commands.

Glumly, you scamper out of the room and walk back to your house alone, still stewing over your sex life and micropenis.

When you get home, you idly check through your messages...and find a fresh new e-mail from Heather. How did she even know your address? There's no subject on the e-mail. You open it up and begin to read...