She leaned over , "Please excuse my forwardness, but what is that amazing cologne you are wearing?"
She smiled and pressed her middle finger against the scented man's cheek.
"It is called Torture, an unforgiving scent that pleases as it punishes," he placed his middle finger to her cheek.
They stared at each other as the Torture scent floated like a magical vapor seeking a soft landing. They suddenly begin to kiss one another moaning and sighing like two lovers at a Drive-in Movie. She pulled at his hair and he pulled at her thin coat.
"You are amazing," she screamed.
"I am amazing," he screamed.
"STOP!" The Priest exclaimed from the altar. The Usher grabbed them both and removed them from the PEW.