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Suck me! Suck me!the other two pups joined the chant, and they all began to jump around.

Three werewolves of several hundred pounds each bouncing around a living room had a predictable outcome. Frames fell off the walls and a lamp tipped over before Posy got them to settle down.

"I think you mean you want me to run the vacuum cleaner over you?" she asked in a hesitant tone.

Yes, yes, yes, they yipped, looking like they wanted to start hopping around again, but her stern expression froze them in place.

Put the black thingy on the scrunch-scrunch hose and suck us,Topaz instructed.

Fortunately, our girl was smart and caught on quickly. In a minute, she had the pet grooming attachment hooked up and the vacuum turned on.

"Who's first?" she asked with a bright smile.

After Garnet and I got her back on her feet and scolded the pups for tackling her, Garnet told them that we'd go by age order, youngest to oldest this time.

Cackling, Granite laid down in front of her, and Posy began to run the 'black thingy' all over his fur. He sighed in pure bliss, making our girl giggle.

We might have to set a time limit, Garnet said.Five minutes per wolf or you'll be here all night.

Five minutes!Topaz and Sid whined.

"Ten minutes each sounds perfect to me," Posy said.

That's almost an hour of vacuuming wolves, I told her.

"I can do it. It's fun!"

You're going to have to empty the canister after each of us then. It'll fill up fast.

"Not a problem." She ran the groomer over Granite's cheek, making his eyes roll back in his head. "But I want one thing in return for this special treat, boys."

Anything!the pups promised in unison.

"Say, 'Groom me,' from now on, okay?" Her cheeks flushed cherry red again as she muttered, "I almost had a heart attack when you said to suck you."

In their innocence, the pups agreed readily, eager to please her, while Garnet and I shared a very adult snicker.

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Posy

On Wednesday, the boys were off to work as soon as we finished breakfast. They wanted to take care of as much as they could today so that they'd be free all day for Tyler's birthday tomorrow.

After goodbye hugs and kisses, I decided to make sure I had all the food taken care of for the party. Mom and Dad were bringing hamburgers and hot dogs to grill, Mama and Papa were in charge of side dishes, and I was picking up buns and drinks. As soon as I wrote out my list, I'd find someone to run me into town and get this job done.

A knock at the door had me leaving the kitchen to look out the front window. Two filthy dirt bikes were parked at the end of the walk, and I could see muddy footprints coming all the way up onto the porch.

Argh! Not something else to clean!

My mates did a great job of picking up after themselves and surface cleaning, for which I was grateful, but scrubbing was not on their radar. I found myself itching to do a deep clean of the whole house, but it was so large - and so many people came and went all the time - that I was really considering asking my mates if they'd hire a cleaning crew to come once a week and help me.

Theyarebillionaires, after all,I muttered to myself,and surely some wolf in the pack can use the extra bucks.

Since I smelled familiar family wolves, I opened the front door to reveal Archer Barlow and Wayne Black standing on my porch, wearing nothing but swim trunks and covered in mud from their shoulders down.

"Hey, luna!" they said in unison and waved with the hands not holding mud-splattered helmets.

I had to look up to meet their eyes. Even at age fifteen, they towered over me, Wayne by six inches and Archer by eight, and I frowned.

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