Dirk's hand lingered before Jane's boob. It wanted to embrace it in the tenderest form of affection.
But that was forbidden, the contact between boobkind and handkind...
But the love between Dirk's hand and Jane's boob could not be stopped. It was a passion that was hotter than the fires of Hades.
No troll could do anything. No stylus could change them. No DirkXJake ship could interfere.
Their love was so intense. He had to cop her supple flesh that was hidden by a veil of fabric. It was destiny.
Jane's boob agreed. She wanted to be copped. She desired his rough yet gentle touch. Her desire was equal to his, if not greater.
So he copped her and she enjoyed it. But the tragedy that followed could not have been predicted. That very troll they feared, ordered the master Dirk to change fate.
The cop was uncopped and the passion reversed.
Dirk's hand and Jane's boob forgot each other. But they still felt the lingering sensation of passion and love. Forever they searched for what they knew was missing. They searched for true love once more.