“What passes thelips goes straight to the hips.”

“What passes thelips goes straight to the hips.”

“What passes thelips goes straight to the hips.”

“I swallowed hard, a hot flush blazing a trail across my skin. Reminded me of that old television show, Bonanza. You know, the one with the burning map and the lively western tune? Yeah, my skin was that map, but the song blaring in my head leaned more toward a “bow-chick-a-wow-wow” sound than anything else. Hormone overload!”