Hottie's Home: Chapter 2

I.

With Kim sounding like an out board motor, "But...but...but..." and Monique snorting into a napkin, Ron happily reached for his second treat. Kim recovered enough to grab his wrist, halting his culinary conquest.

"Hold it right there, Ron, this conversation is not over." Kim managed.

Sighing, Ron released his prize. At least things were looking up a little bit. Kim was now calling him Ron instead of Ronald. Looking into his girlfriend's emerald eyes, Ron launched his best abandoned puppy who's starving face at her. Kim's glare only deepened. Monique, however, lost it.

"Let the boy eat, GF. I can't take that lost look. Makes me want to either adopt him or call the pound."

Kim's shoulder's slumped. "All right, Ron, you can answer questions while you eat." Kim saw Mo's mouth opening, "But, remember, manners."

Monique mouthed a silent thank you, while Ron sent a wounded look her way. "KP, I always remember manners."

"Uh-huh, remember cardboard pizza at the caf?" Kim queried.

Monique shuddered.

"And how about the blueberry pies? Remember those?"

"Ok," Ron surrendered, "I may have gotten hurried on occasion, but I've told you before, KP, these are nacos, meant to be savored, enjoyed..."

"I gotta know," Monique interrupted his paean to Tex-Mex, "Why didn't you just use your belt?"

"I...I..."

"A belt wouldn't have worked, Monique" Kim explained, "The leather is too stiff, you can't get it tight enough."

"Yeah, see, I knew that." Ron grinned in satisfaction.

"Sure you did, Ron, but what I want to know, is what happened to your jersey." Kim asked.

"Chantilly..." Kim growled, "Uh...the stewardess has it. The stuff that was squirting out was all over it, and all I had in my on board bag was a tee shirt. She offered to wash it."

"That makes sense," Monique nodded.

"Fine,"Kim began, "but why the...when she...how come..."

"I think what baby girl wants to know, Ron, is why she kissed you?" Monique interjected.

Kim gave her girlfriend a grateful, although annoyed look. "Right. Well?"

Ron looked from Kim to Monique in wonder. "Ladies, this is the Ron man here, right?"

"Right." "Uh-huh."

"How would I know why the ladies do what they do?"

Kim and Monique looked at each other. "He has a point."

"Yep, totally clueless."

"Hey!"

Kim reached across the booth to grasp Ron's hand. "I'm sorry for jellin', Ronnie, It's just that I really missed you, and then that, that...and you've changed."

"Me?"

"You have." Monique asserted. "When did you get the bod', and how?"

Kim nodded. "Ron, you have really buffed up in the last five weeks."

Ron, to both girl's amazement, blushed brightly. "I...I hadn't noticed."

"What did they have you doing in that "summer school" you went to." Monique leaned forward eagerly.

"Just...just regular stuff." Ron sent a pleading glance at Kim, "You know, PT, classes, no sleep, no food..."

"They didn't feed you?" Monique gasped, "Now that is CAUP. What did you do?"

"Well, yeah, they fed me, just not much," Ron had a vision of the wizened old cook, "and what they fed me I didn't get much of." He frowned, "besides, sushi..."

Rufus' head popped out of a burrito, "Sushi..yuck!"

The two girls looked at each other, "Well, whatever they did, boyfriend, it looks good on you." Mo grinned.

"It sure does, " Kim agreed, "but what else went on? Did you see Yori?"

"Oh yeah, all the time. She's a junior instructor now." Ron said absently, staring at his little buddy in reproach. The huge snack he had anticipated had been reduced to a normal snack by his over bellied little bud. "Rufus, how could you."

Rufus groaned, looking longingly at the last burrito, and lonely naco. "Hink...sorry." He managed with sincere unrepentance.

"Are you sure you don't want those two too?" Ron asked solicitously.

"Nope, hinc, tried..." Rufus moaned in defeat.

"Rufus, you..."

"Never mind, Rufus, Ron." Kim laughed, "We'll get you some more after you tell us about your summer."

"Was Yori one of your instructors?"

"Oh, yeah, she taught me a lot." Ron began reverently unwrapping the last burrito. "But, she wouldn't answer my question, just giggled."

"And what question was that?" Monique finally broke the silence.

"Why her feet were so cold. I mean, I was sleeping so good when she slid 'em between my legs. Woke me right up, and you know how hard that is, KP."

Monique took one look at her friend's face and immediately shoved her out of the booth. "Rest room, now."

"But..."

"Now, Kim. Be right back, Ron."

Ron nodded obliviously, "Ok, I'll be here." He managed around the mouthful of bean, cheese, and tortilla.

II.

"Rufus, what is taking them so long? KP said "manners" so I gotta wait till they get back in case they want something. But I'm hungry!"

Rufus squinted one eye open in annoyance. Couldn't his pet see he was trying to sleep. "hic...dunno." He managed before his eye slid shut again.

"Maybe Kim wouldn't mind if I just..."

The crash of glass interrupted Ron's self questioning.

"You're paying for that, Sir." Ron heard Ned yell.

"I...I...I am not. It had to be defective glass, besides, the door is supposed to crash open, not shatter."

Something about the voice made Ron turn. He saw a Smarty Mart vested man, with an obviously fake mustache and beard standing amid the glass fragments. Ron dropped his head into his hands.

"You are so paying for that, sir, so give me your name and address, please." Even when angered Ned tried to be ingratiating to potential customers.

"I am not paying for defective...never mind." The slight man pulled himself upright, "I am Frugal Lucre, and I am here for my revenge. Mhwahahahahahah!"

"Sir, if you got some of the off frijoles we served last week, I'm afraid you'll have to contact corporate. That is still no excuse for vandalism."

Ned's failure to be impressed infuriated the slight man. "You cholesterol carting clown, Do you think I would eat in this place. Your food is overpriced, tasteless, and a shoddy replication of true Tex-Mex. Reason enough to destroy you, but I will take care of you later. The time has come for me to take my revenge on KIM POSSIBLE!"

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I know it's short, but gotta love the cliffies. (EG)