“Alright; if it makes you feel any better, I’ll go in alone and dig out your Casanova.  Satisfied now?”  He went in and closed the door tightly.  Five minutes went by then ten and then a full half hour.  Just plain silence.  Agatha began to tremble.  Just then, she heard the same voices again.

     “Aaah, ah luv the breath from yeur mouth, it is laak chocolate coco an’ yeur skin is laak fresh milk from a cow’s udder.”  In a moment of courage, she closed her eyes and flung the door wide open.  She slowly opened her eyes to see Derek and in his hand was a parcel.

     “Go on, you might as well open it now; it won’t bite you, I promise, please.”  She tore it open and inside was a antique doll of Casanova and Derek pressed a switch on it’s back.

      “Eur nails are soft laak silk and buttery is yeur touch.”  Derek switched it off.

        “Sorry, I was meaning to give it to you as a gift because tomorrow is the commemoration date of when we first met one another.  The only problem is; the darn thing’s defective and it was the last one they had in stock!  So I really didn’t know whether to keep it or return it.  And to make matters worse, the shop shut down today.”  “Oh, and I’m sorry but I had to cut the cable to make it look real.  The electrician is on his way.”

     “Oh Derek!”  Cried Agatha, getting emotional.  She gave him a tight hug and replied, in a French accent,

     “Be aasured, that aah shall tresuure it fer thu rest of maah life.  It’s beautiful.  Muah muah!”  And they kissed and made up.

The End.