Angela pushed Peter away. "Don't I get a say in this?" she asked.
"Don't you want to marry my husband?" Linda asked, confused by Angela's indifference.
"Are you nuts?" she asked. "Look at me! I'm a frickin teenager. There are laws against this, I'm sure of it. Listen, Peter is a great guy and I love having sex with him, but marriage? I don't think so."
Peter sighed. It looked like he'd have to make Angela marry him.
