Of Smelling Good…or not…

She was driving. He stretched out his hand, and she playfully kissed it. He smiled, and kissed his hand right where she had kissed it.

He smiled again, and said – “You know, everything about you smells so good. What lip gloss is this?” She grinned, feeling validated that all the money spent on branded unguents were paying off.

And then he said – “Oh wait. I know what this is. My hand smells of Medimix!”

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