She takes the bowl of red wine pasta into her room. Alone.

"Yeah, right," grunts Sarah, and you hear the sound of her shutting the door on them.

"Oh, well -- you can't say we didn't try!" comes Kelly's voice, and they both giggle. "See you later, Sarah. And please try not to scare off John completely?"

"Not so fast!" says Sarah. "Give me that pasta. No use having it go completely to waste."

And then the two girls really do leave. You're still sitting on the sofa, puzzling over what Sarah meant when she said that. The pasta -- which, apparently, turns her into a horny nymphomaniac -- won't go completely to waste? What could she have in mind?

A moment later, you see Sarah walking in from outside. She gives you a dry look, rolls her eyes, and says, "Going somewhere?"

"No, actually," you reply. "I don't have anything to do tonight. Want to sit around and grab a bite, and maybe watch some movies?"

If it was possible for Sarah to look any more pissed off, and any more gorgeous, it would happen right at that moment. She scowled at you, and the sight of her lips, puffy and Angelina Jolie-like, uniting in an O, was almost too much for your poor manhood to take.

"I sincerely hope you're not waiting for me to join you," she says, kneeling down and giving her black knee-high boot a definitive tuck. "Not all of us have plans to sit around and wait for an opportunity to fall in their lap."

You sit up straight. Cautiously, you ask, "Does that mean you have another idea?"

She barks out a laugh and smoothes out her dress. It might be your imagination, but it did seem like her hand lingered quite slowly around her chest, revealing the outline of her breasts even more than it already was.

Then, she reaches into the bowl, pulls out a single roll of ziti, and tosses it into the air. She catches it between her teeth, chews, and swallows it lusciously.

"Maybe," she says. "But what makes you think you're invited?"

With a single, final laugh, she exits the den and makes her way to her room. What did she have in mind? And what were Kelly and Andi thinking, leaving you here alone with her in the first place?

You hear a click come from Sarah's room. It might be her phone, picking up to make a call. Or it might be something else...