Newsgroups: alt.butt.harp Subject: RICHH: KAREN--PETA TO THE MAX Message-ID: <1992May5.190533.19055@tigger.jvnc.net> From: richh@tigger.jvnc.net (RICHH) Date: 5 May 92 19:05:33 GMT Sender: news@tigger.jvnc.net (Zee News Genie) Organization: JvNCnet, Princeton University, NJ We were watching Michael Jackson's new "Black or White" video. Karen and Howard were not impressed. I, however, was mesmerized. "All right," I said. "So the guy's odd. But he sure can move." "IN BED!" said Karen. "For a white guy," said my brother. Howard had some study group or another to attend, so he headed back to campus. Karen walked into the kitchen, made some microwave popcorn and came back out. She was wearing only a long Penn t-shirt that went to just above her knees. She set the bowl of popcorn down next to me on the carpet and sat down, cross-legged, her neatly-painted toenails peeking out from under the shirt, which she had stretched down over her as she sat. "Rich, can I ask you something?" she said. "What's on your mind?" "I can't believe I'm asking you this. It's kind of embarrassing, really. "What could you say to me that could possibly be embarrassing?" Her face was lowered. She was concentrating on removing all the unpopped kernels from the bowl. "Do you think you could get me any movies with animals?" "Animals?" I said, knowing full well what she meant, but hey, fun's fun. "You know--and girls. Girls and animals. Together." "Anything specific in mind?" "Dogs'd be the best. Nice dogs. Big dogs. Great Danes, Dobermans. . ." "Pit Bulls?" "I don't think a pit bull would work. I think they're too short. Farm stuff'd be good, too. Ponies, pigs, whatever they have on a farm." "You've given this some thought, eh?" She was forming the unpopped kernels into patterns on the carpet in front of her. Stars, moons, genitalia. . . "Well, it's my latest kick. That one tape you gave me is yesterday's news." "Yeah, I can get them. But it won't be cheap." "How much?" "Two hundred bucks a tape." She extended her hand. "Deal," she said, as I shook her hand. Must be nice, I thought. Must be nice. "Why animals? Did you ever--" "Well, not really. When I was seventeen, my first boyfriend had this really nice dog. I don't remember what kind, but it was really nice. We had been fooling around in his basement one day and the dog wandered in and--" "And?" "I let him lick me. It was no big deal." "You didn't do--" "No. I wasn't so bold then. I kinda wish I could go back there now. I'd do some things. . ." So I got her the tapes and made $1600 bucks. RICHH