Ted Rogers

Up Karen's Ass

INTRODUCTION

“'Let's fuck, Karen,' said my cousin. He was about fourteen and I was a year younger. We were upstairs fooling around in the attic, looking at the old junk in the trunks, and trying on Grandma's old hats and stuff.

“He really caught me by surprise when he asked me that.

“'You know what it means, don't you?' he demanded when I didn't answer right away.

“'Yeah, I know what it means,' I said.

“'Then how about it?'

“'I don't know,' I said uncertainly. 'I don't think it would be right.'

“'What's wrong with it?'

“'I don't know,' I repeated stupidly.

“I knew that I should just have said no and stamped downstairs indignantly. But I was curious and I felt sort of queasy and giddy. It was a peculiar kind of feeling that I'd never felt before.

“'Oh, come on,' he pleaded, 'nobody'll be home for hours.'