She left behind a Pez dispenser and a pair of pink underwear.

Scratch that...her vintage Popeye Pez dispenser and her favorite pair of pink underwear. Now her stupid, annoying ex-boyfriend was holding them for ransom. She was never having break-up sex again--ever. What was she thinking?! She could let the undies go, but she had to get that Pez dispenser back. There was no way she could let that valuable memento go--it was too special to her. So instead of giving into his demands, which included getting back together, she was going to have to find another way to get her prized possession back form the pathetic little pain in her ass.

Why he wanted her back, she had no idea. They fought all the time and toward the end they could barely stand each other. Her little moment of weakness last night only happened because she returned a box of his things and they got caught up in remembering the good times. After a few beers she was throwing her favorite underwear across the room and riding him like one of those mechanical bulls. She shook in disgust at the thought and made a mental note to refrain from drinking in his presence. The dispenser must have flown out of her purse when she tried to make a quick escape without waking him.

Fortunately for her, his roommate was a total doll and texted her as soon as he left the apartment. Now she was back at the scene of the crime. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door hoping he hadn't taken it with him. When the door opened she was greeted by a room full of people yelling, "Surprise!"