"Oh Luke, I've spilt mushy peas all over myself." Maria gasped, seductively, vogue-ing her bosoms to identify the problem.
"Er..." Luke was unsure of what to do! Clyde had told him to touch them, but Sarah Jane always told him to respect a woman's Ferrero Rochers. Instead, he trusted his natural, Bane, instincts and leapt forward - tongue out.
"Luke, what the hell?!" Maria stepped back in shock, "What is wrong with you?!"
"I wasn't sure on what to do." Luke looked upset. Maria liked it when Luke was upset.
"Oh, I'm sorry Luke..." Maria put her arm around his head and brought it closer to her voluptuous chest. "There, there..." She patted him on the head, waiting patiently for him to make the next move.
Luke did nothing.
"Oh for heaven's sake, Luke!" Maria moaned, and ripped off her top. "Happy?!"
"Wow." Luke turned his head sideways and watched inquisitively. He reached out to touch the left one to see what it felt like.
"Have you never seen a pair before?!" Maria whined, huffing impatiently.
"No... well I've only ever seen Sarah Jane's. But they're are different. Hers are like teabags. Yours are like... watermelons..." Luke smiled.
Maria was getting so excited!
From the distance, Sarah Jane watched in horror and scowled.
"Bitch."
She ran to Mr Smith, and putting back on her knickers, asked him to do something.
"I need you to fake a letter. Address it to Alan Jackson across the road... from America."
Sarah Jane cackled loudly and rubbed her tummy. She was getting Luke back...
