Date:         Tue, 5 Aug 1997 16:30:26 -0500
From: Phanny <corbett@SLUAXA.SLU.EDU>
Subject:      SUB: CONTEST: bean there done that

        I'm from the country, you know. This city stuff is all new to me. I
remember a few mornings after I got to Santa Rosa, I tumbled out of the
sack - I didn't know where I was - and lay there on the warehouse floor
feeling naked and disoriented.
        "You look kinda green, kid!" I looked around at the voice. "But you
must be pretty tasty or you they wouldn't have picked you". Her  brown skin
glistened behind the smoky voice. The accent was pure French.
        She whispered that some of the gang was going upstairs for a little
spin. Wanted to know if I would be into joining them. Things might get a
little hot, she said..."you don't mind putting a shine on, do you?"...I
felt her curves against me.."don't you wanna get roasted?
I'd never bean there before but she was too perky to turn down.
        Next thing I knew I was churning and bumping and sweating in the
steamy darkness, rubbing up against a group from my old neighborhood up in
the hills above Medellin. We smelled great! Didn't have time to dig it,
though. No sooner were we cooled than we took a ride that got us so
powdered, we became like one, big family.
        Some of us ended up taking a hot bath. I got really steamed but it
must of bean Heaven "cause all I could see above me was fluffy, foamy white
clouds. Guess what happened next!