“Well, this is my sex shed.” I said. “Built it myself.”
“Looks like a normal one to me. There’s not even a bed.” She quipped.
“Appearances can be decieving. Just ignore all the tools and let the smell of petrol wash away your inhibitions.”
“What makes it a sex shed then?”
“Once you’re in it you have to have sex.” I said, unbuttoning my shirt.
“Well I’m not having sex with you.” She replied, folding her arms.
“I’m sad to say that you very much will be.” I slid shut the bolt on the door and lit a scented candle. “What did you think I meant when I said ‘do you want to see my sex shed’?”
“I’ll cry rape! You’ll go to prison for ten years!”
“Lady, you’re in a sex shed. There’s not a judge in the country who wouldn’t laugh you out of their courtroom. Now just relax and try not to step on that rake.”