CURRENT ISSUE 06/10/03 Front Page Weekly Features Advice From Strangers Ain't That America? Globetrotting With Push Moth's Diary Musing With Mitch Riding Shotgun With Adventure Info Archives Crap Shop Who's at Fault? Contact Us! Aye, mateys! Get you some Daily Probe booty!	Riding Shotgun   With Adventure   by Ron Langston   Journal Section VII: Hot Steel in a Short Dress A train station in Rome last year. On business. I realized my connection to Geneva was going to be delayed for over an hour. It was one of those hot summer days in which my sac was dipping into my sweat-soaked BVDs like a teabag in a Darjeeling street cafe. It was hot. Then I saw her. She wasn't local, no. Hungarian, maybe. Romanian. Her tits rose and fell in the humid midday sun. I was hot, and I could tell she wanted something. No sooner did she catch my eye then we were together in a cramped dining car booth. The fans were broken. She reached into her shoulder bag for something. It was a cold beer. Big can. Cold. Foster's, I think, or some other Australian crap -- I don't remember. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She popped the cap, and its white head exploded onto us both. Without looking down, she poured two glasses perfectly. Then sensually let the icy cold empty can roll down her face, cooling her forehead, cheek, lips, tongue. Slid it down her neck to the front of her low-cut Milan dress. Then in one motion, her elbows slammed inside like a vise, crushing the can flat as a pancake between her rock-hard breasts. I smiled. The beer would be good, I knew. Next week -- Section VIII: If I Could Walk That Way (Transcribed by Charles Gulledge)
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