Just For Kicks

She rose to her feet and looked down at the teen. “I’m going to go take a quick dip,” she informed him. “Then if you want to, you’re welcome to come upstairs to meet my babies.”

“You’ve got kids?”

She laughed. “No. That’s what I call my menagerie. And as I said, you’re welcome to come on up and meet them.”

A killer smile flashed across his face and he hopped to his feet with touching alacrity. “Sweet!”

“You think so, huh?” She smiled at his eagerness. Then a thought popped into her mind, and her smiled widened. “So, tell me. Do you happen to speak German?”

“Yeah, sure. Grandma’s from Bavaria, and both Mom and Uncle Wolf speak it so I learned as a little kid. Why?”

“Because you’ve just been enlisted to help me train Rufus.”

They looked at each other. Then, as one, they grinned and said in unison, “Sweet!”

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