A Few Seconds of Sweetness Equals a Lifetime of Addiction

Sometimes I can't help myself and my big mouth gets me in trouble. Those who know me, know that I do have a big mouth but I run fast as fire too. This is how my big mouth got me in trouble.
I went to a meeting of the drag racing club. Am I into drag racing you ask yourself? No, I am not but these people sure keep me entertained. And I get to meet some fun people so why not? I am one of the ticket selling girls and I liven up the meetings. What more can I want. Besides one of the members make very good johnycakes and the best bush tea.
Anyway, I digress again. So I was at this meeting fresh off the plane coming back from a fantastic shopping trip to Puerto Rico. Of course I am styling in one of my new dresses. Blue dress with a black belt cinching in the waist (Yes, I do have a waist nowadays) and my black sandals I was ready to sashay into the meeting. A group of us are sitting there and discussing upcoming races. As usual I am paying little to no attention until I hear them start calling people's names of those drivers that must surely participate since they are winners. This one guy's name gets called and I see Popo roll his eyes like he was trying to reach the moon. Now I am sitting up straight because this guy is my mechanic and I want to know about this eye roll so I have to put in my 5 cents.
"Wait a minute, Popo doesn't seem to agree." Popo turns to me and says, "No no I just have something in my eye." So Miss Cheeky in me perks up and says: "Boy, you need to do something about that otherwise it will be irritating you the whole night. And you don't want that kind of irritation; your eye might get stuck up there."
Did I tell you guys I am dealing with racing dudes? So you know they couldn't let that go. Popo turns and says to me: "So what should I do about that?" Me and J in chorus: "You need to blow it". Any other normal guy would have let that one go because now we are in the gutter mindset. Popo: "Come and show me".
I get up, adjust my dress and take myself over to Popo because I am sure I heard a challenge in there somewhere. I lean over, put my hands on his knees and blow his eye. My small, little tush high up in the air like I am a model on America's Next Top Model and not someone squeezing into a 2XL dress. He smiles and says: "Is that how you blow?"
Me: "Only as far as it relates to eyes. Anything else gets kissed before and after."
You know I got a call today at work from Popo?

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