Keep teasing him!

"Thanks," you say to his birthday wishes. "I didn't get what I wanted for my birthday though."

You pout out your lower lip and rest a fingertip on it.

"W-what's that?" He asks

You flatten your palms and rest them on his big chest.

"Oh, I don't think I should tell you about it, Mr. Wood," you say. "I wouldn't want to get in trouble."

You lean in. A droplet of his sweat falls from his face and lands perfectly in the valley of your cleavage.

"Oooh!" You cry.

"I-I'm sorry," he stammers again and takes a step away.

"It's fine," you reply and flash him your winning smile.

You glance down pointedly at the tent in his trousers. Mr. Wood appears to be packing a lot of his namesake.

"Oh, Mr. Wood," you exclaim coquettishly.

Mr. Wood's blushing face deepens almost to purple. He turns away and hurries into his open garage.

"G-gotta put...," he mumbles something about putting more gas in his weedwhacker.

Should you leave him alone? Keep teasing him in the garage? Find out just how much wood you can chuck if you can chuck wood? Or something else?