He turned the water off and looked her in the eyes. “No. Sorry. Never thought of girls that way. I tried. I tried to be normal.A few girls took me to bed. One wanted to ‘straighten me out,’ and it didn’t work. I never got a boner with a girl.” He looked back at the garden bed. “I’m sorry.”
She closed the distance between them and grabbed him, making him drop the hose. She grabbed his head, and since they were about the same height, she kissed him hard. “I want you.”
“Crap. I’m so sorry, Angela. I like you. As a friend. Not a lover. I’m really sorry.”
She grabbed his groin. His dick was soft. “Really. Not even one percent? Please. Can we try? I don’t want to go behind Winston’s back. We’d tell him. I really need a man. I want to be pregnant.”
“Oh, no. I don’t want to pay child support for eighteen years.” He grinned.