Owing a favor to an old friend, I am driving down the coast to Monterey for a poetry reading. Supposedly there is some fresh, undiscovered talent that my friend insists will be there -- even though he can't be. He has told me that I'll know her when I see her, so at least I know that there will be someone female at the reading, which is not always the case.

I wonder what she'll look like? Some matronly grandmother is not apt to be described as 'fresh,' so I hope for someone young and attractive. Willing and eager would be better yet; for whatever reason, I'm very horny today.

Taking the highway at high speeds in my little Italian-made sports car, I notice some traffic up ahead, so I slow down a little. Who knows what one might notice?