THE WORD 'PRIVACY 'CAN BE TAKEN A LOT OF WAYS
"Hey Rudy," I said as Kim and I walked into the dojo, back packs slung over our shoulders.
"Hey Jack, hey Kim, whatcha doing? Practice starts at four, it's only three thirty."
"We just wanted a private place to-"
"I fell you, I'll leave, just don't get so over whelmed to where I have to babysit little Jack and Kims." Kim walked up to Rudy calmly with a big smile on her face, not good, and slapped him, hard.
"Rudy, one, that's gross, why would you think we would do that, and two, if you would have let me finish, I was going to say study, a private place to study." I said while walking up to Kim and pulling her over to a punching dummy. In a matter of seconds that dummy's head was in babaganoosh at Falafel Phil's.

A few seconds later, Eddie, Jerry and Milton came in with the head. "Hey Kim, I think this-" Jerry was kissing the mat.

"Not in the mood Jerry."

"Is she PMSing or something?" Jerry asked while I helped him up.

"Maybe, I don't know, but what I do know is that Rudy thought we were going to do something and that I was going to get Kim…"

"Get Kim what? A present? Oh! What is it?"

"Please don't make me say it!"

"Say what?"

"Oh fine! Rudy thought that I would get Kim," I lowered my voice so no one would hear me except Jerry. "Pregnant."

"Pregnant! Yo, that would be swag!"

"That's it!"