The two star-crossed lovers reunited with a passion that day, my friends. Oh, how long has it been since one felt the other’s embrace? This was truly a moment for the ages. And then the Frappucino spoke in his thick French accent suddenly making the straps of fair Britney’s brassiere burn like a raging inferno:

“Show them your vagina, my Britney.”
“But, Frappucino, I’m a good girl now.”
“Do not ever stop doing that which you love.”
“No, I mustn’t.”
“Britney, you cannot resist me.”
“How do you know?”
“I am full of the caramel sauce.”
“Well, I guess I could press it up against the window.”