As the key clicks in the lock, you notice a change in the man's expression. He looks disinterested. Sure enough his trousers are no longer tented.
He lisps, "Theh, you aw fwee."
"Aren't you going to have your way with me?" you ask in surprise as he stands are starts to walk away.
"No, ma'am," he says curtly, "Just returning your key."
"What? Aren't I everything a man could want?"
He chuckles and shakes his head, "I reckon most men would find you attractive, but I walk to the beat of a different drummer."
"Huh?"
"I'm gay. You know, I prefer doing it with guys," he says in exasperation.
"I used to be a guy," you confess.
"Yeah, right?"
"No, really. It's all that coin's fault!"
"What coin?"