Page 76 of The Very Virile Viking

Then again, mayhap not.

He came to that conclusion when he looked at Angela and winked.

She did not wink back.

Company's comin'…

Angela had so many things she wanted to say to Magnus:

Like, "Thank you."

And, "No, thank you."

And, "Where did you get all these antique coins?"

And, "How many more are there?"

And, "Did you just offer me roughly one million dollars?"

And, "Is it possible you really are a time traveler?"

But she was unable to say any of that—for the time being—because company arrived.

"Hi, everyone. Angela. Aunt Rose. Juanita. And who are all of you?"

It was Carmen. Her cousin—five-foot-ten and model thin—was poured into black jeans and a tight white T-shirt that said, Do It NOW ! over no bra if her promi-nentnipples were any indication. She wore no makeup and her black hair was straight as a poker. In essence, she was gorgeous.

Tagging along behind her was Carmen's fourteen-year-old daughter, Lily. Lily's short hair was bright red this week and curlier than a Chia Pet. She had on jogging shorts and a running bra over nubile young breasts, which immediately drew Torolf's attention, when he wasn't gaping at Carmen's nipples. The front of Lily's running bra had these words: Guys have feelings too .

And on the back, the message continued, But, like… who cares ?

" I see your tits," Njal remarked to Carmen.

"Her den-ham braies are cutting her arse cheeks in half. Dost think she can bend over?" Hamr asked Njal.

"No duh!" Lily remarked rudely to their rude comments about her mother. "What cave did you crawl out of?"

"Your legs are free-can skinny," Njal countered to Lily.

"Chicken legs! Chicken legs!" Hamr chimed in.

Both of the little rascals thought they'd found easy prey in Lily, but Lily was a tough cookie who could give as well as she got… as she soon proved by ordering, "Chill out, birdbrains!"

"Bok, bok, bok!" Njal and Hamr clucked.

"Boys!" Magnus rebuked his two sons. "How would you like to eat some soap …or take on another scooping task?"

Njal and Hamr slunk away.

"Who… are… you?" Carmen asked, staring wide-eyed at Magnus. "Oh, don't tell me, Angela. You're into muscle builders now. How could you? It is so… so…"

"… unfeminist?" Grandma finished sweetly.

"Yes. I expected more of you, Angela."

"Hey, I am not a muscle builder. I come by these muscles naturally."

"Yeah, right. Steroid city would be my guess." Carmen continued to give him an impolite onceover, which pretty much said that he was a man and therefore his opinion did not matter. In fact, she tossed out, "Do you know what God said after he created man? He said, 'I can do better.'"