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The Closet III
Chapter 8
Anne's Discovery
She had been told by both her daughter and son-in-law that the girls all loved to stay after cheerleading practice and relax in the backyard so she didn't stop at the front door to the house. Mrs. Dr. Anne Possible simply walked around the side of the house but froze in her tracks from what she saw taking place on the large patio area. Eight naked teenage girls were lounging in or around the Jacuzzi and pool and one swimsuit clad, blond seventeen year old boy was serving soda to any of the girls that needed a refill.
"Is this an exclusive party or can I join in too?" Dr. Possible called out. There was a light sense of jocularity to her voice but it definitely had a firm, motherly undertone to it as she set herself in an authoritarian pose, arms crossed over her chest and one toe impatiently tapping. She wasn't upset with the whole vista in front of her, she just wanted to have a bit of fun at her daughter's expense.
"Mom!" Kim squawked as she stood up in the hot tub, shocked by the sudden appearance of her mother. She realized she was naked in front of her mom and immediately lost her footing, splashed back into the Jacuzzi and ducked under the water in total embarrassment. The other cheer squad members were also caught off guard a bit and scampered to cover their nudity by either ducking as low as they could in the pool or cover themselves with whatever was available, be it a towel or lounge chair. A few even grabbed their uniforms and started to get dressed despite being sopping wet.
Ron was the sole exception. The embarrassment factor never even entered his mind. He was used to losing his pants, and still did on occasion, so strutting around in a pair of swim trunks in front of the girls and his mother-in-law wasn't that big of a big.
He walked over to Kim's mother and casually asked, "What's up, Dr. P?"
"Good evening, Ronnie," the good doctor warmly said accompanied by a brief but warm motherly hug. "Mr. Barkin called me earlier this afternoon and told me all about you and Kimmie passing the exams and graduating today. I got off work early so I came over to congratulate you two and tell you that our two families will be going out to dinner to celebrate."
"That's nice of you, Dr. P.," Ron beamed. He panned his hand across the somewhat chaotic scene behind him as the girls continued to either get dressed or hide, or both at the same time. "We just finished up with cheer practice and the squad is relaxing for a little bit before they head home for dinner. Can I get you something to drink? A soda or iced tea or water or something?"
"Nothing right now, dear," Anne lovingly cooed to her son-in-law as her eyes spied a wet shock of red hair and two brillant emerald green orbs peeking over the rim of the Jacuzzi. Dr. Possible's piercing blue eyes glanced over the rest of the squad as she raised her voice so everyone could hear. "Just to let everyone know, my husband, our two boys and Ron's parents will be along in five or ten minutes so we can go out for dinner to celebrate."
Five girls murmured their apologies as they swiftly got dried and dressed before they loudly said their good-byes and quickly left. The two other girls, a platinum blond and a brunette, raced into the house and up the stairs to put some clothes on.
"Ron, why don't you go inside and get dressed for dinner."
"You got it, Dr. P.," Ron said as he gather as many glasses and thing as he could and headed for the kitchen door. "I'll be ready in five minutes."
When Ron was finally inside, Anne Possible walked over to the Jacuzzi and sat on the rim, eying her daughter with a disappointed frown.
"Kimmie..."
"It's not what you're thinking, mom," Kim nervously chuckled as she got out of the tub, grabbed a nearby towel and started to dry off.
"You don't need to explain a thing, Kimmie," Dr. Possible said, innocence and maybe a bit of sarcasm dripping from her lips. "Just because I find my one and only son-in-law cavorting with seven beautiful, naked women and his equally naked wife doesn't mean I don't know what's happening."
"Yeah, well," Kim stammered as she quickly set towel to hair to dry off her red locks and also hide her equally red face.
"I also remember Jan telling me about seeing two naked teens in a closet after one of them had a bad dream a year or so ago," Dr. Possible smirked as she watched her daughter's blush move down to her shoulders and chest.
"Mom!" Kim yelped as the towel jerked away from her head.
"And if I remember a few medical articles that I've read over the years correctly," Ann went on in a motherly but nonchalant voice, "being nude outdoors aids in the absorption of the two vitamins, C and D, from the sun. Both of those are vital to a person's health so I'm sure you girls are only out here for the right reasons."
"Okay Mom, I get it," Kim huffed in a bit of indignation as she started to dry off her arms. "You don't have a problem with what the squad was doing."
"No Kimmie, I don't," Ann said as she got up, took the towel from her daughter's hands and started to dry off Kim's back. "I know all of you girls have seen each other naked in the showers at school and you don't mind being that way out here by the pool, but what I don't get is why you're not upset in letting Ron see the other girls without a stitch of clothing on."
"I'm not upset," Kim said as her tweak over her mother's jesting with her peaked defensively, "because I trust Ron and the team implicitly. I know he's not going to make a pass at any of the girls and they won't try to get into his swim trunks."
"Then why is Ron still wearing a swimsuit?" Dr. Possible coyly asked as she gave the towel back to Kim. "If you trust everyone, shouldn't he reap the full health benefits of a nudist lifestyle too?"
"Well," Kim said calming down as she dried off her torso then started on her legs, "I guess it really doesn't matter if Ron is naked or not. It just happened that way when we first started holding practice here."
"All this may not matter to you," Ann smirked, "but I'm sure your father would have a conniption fit if saw what I just did. It would send his blood pressure through the roof, especially in at least one area of his body."
"I'm sure it would," Kim laughed along with her mother as the two women started to head into the house, "but daddy's just going to have to realize I'm not his little girl anymore. Ron and I have been married for four months now and this is our house with our rules. The girls are only naked when we relax and cool down after practice."
"I'll make sure we all call first before any of our family drops by but, what's going to happen when fall and winter set in?" Dr. Possible asked Kim as they stopped at the staircase to the second floor to finish the conversation. "Will you go back to holding practice in the gym at school?"
"Nope," Kim laughed. "Ron is having some workers come out this week and convert the stables into a small gym. We don't plan on owning any horses so the building can be changed into whatever we want. With a gymnasium in our backyard we'll be able to practice in there, but we'll also be able to use it as a dojo to spar in and Bonnie can use it to practice her ballet."
"That's very ingenious," Dr. Possible nodded her approval of the idea before swatting her daughter on the butt to send her up the stairs. "Now run along and get dressed. Jan, Dean and your father and brothers should be arriving any minute now."
"What about Tara and Bonnie?" Kim begged as she started up the steps. "They're part of the house now. Can they come along?"
"Of course they're invited," Ann smiled as the two mentioned teens appeared at the top of the staircase dressed appropriately for a night out. "Tara, Bonnie, would you like to come along and celebrate Kim and Ron's graduation?"
"Thank you, Dr. Possible," Bonnie said with a beaming smile as she and Tara started down the stairs. "We'd love to."
"I'll be down in a few minutes, mom," Kim yelled over her shoulder as she swiftly ascended the stairs. Ron appeared at the top of the staircase just as Kim got there. He was wearing his normal tan cargo pants but had a light blue, long sleeved, dress shirt and black tie on instead of the usual red hockey jersey and black, long sleeved tee under. Kim grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the master bedroom saying, "Come on Ron. You can help me get dressed."
"Don't worry, Dr. Possible," Tara laughed as she and Bonnie joined Kim's mother at the bottom of the staircase. "I'm sure it'll only be a quickie and they'll be down shortly."
"What do you mean, a quickie?" Dr. Anne Possible coyly asked the widely smiling blond. She had a very good idea what Tara had meant but it was always good to get confirmation of the matter.
"You know Ron has no fashion sense in him at all," Bonnie answered with a slight blush. When Anne nodded that she knew that fact, Bonnie continued. "Well, when Kim has asked for Ron's help getting dressed before they always get in a little lovin' before they come back downstairs."
"Just watch," Tara giggled. "When they come back down, I'll bet Ron will be wearing a different pair of pants."
Sure enough. When the teen couple reappeared, Kim was nicely dressed in a light blue dress and Ron wore the same shirt and tie but he'd changed into a pair of black cargo pants. The three ladies standing at the bottom of the staircase shared a snicker at the sight.
"Ron, honey," Dr. Possible said holding back a full laugh, "why did you change your pants?"
"I, er um…" Ron stammered and his face and ears blushed a cute salmon pink color that almost matched the naked mole rat that was sticking up out of a cargo pants pocket.
"Ron got a few, um… stains, on the other pair while he helped me get dressed," Kim nervously chuckled as her facial color matched that of her husband.
Dr. Anne Possible couldn't hold it in any longer. Her laughter pealed out, echoing throughout the house just as the front doorbell chimed signaling that the other three parents and two brothers had arrived.
Diner at the Italian restaurant went well except when Kim ordered her food. She'd asked for spaghetti with red marinara sauce and her mother just had to ask whether Kim would've preferred the white sauce instead.
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"This is simply fascinating," Paul Learner, Dean of the Department of Education of Upperton University enthused as he handed back the test results from yesterday to Kim and Ron. It was Friday, the fourth day the teen couple had attended 'classes,' and the teens had already completed two whole years worth of studies. "Both of you aced the tests again!"
"It's no big," Kim nonchalantly waved off the praise as she casually paged through the returned test papers.
"Are you kidding me?" Dean Learner begged incredulously. "At this rate you could complete degrees in every field of study the university has to offer in less than one school year!"
"Wow, KP," Ron enthused as he looked over his test papers from yesterday, "if we did that we'd be set for life! We wouldn't have to go back to college unless we wanted to be doctors or masters or something."
"You mean get a doctorate or master's degree, Ron," Kim giggled as she went over, sat in his lap and lovingly wrapped her arms around his neck. "But it wouldn't be fair to the university, only paying for one year when we get like, fifteen or twenty years worth of classes." She turned to the Dean and firmly said, "We would insist on paying a reasonable fee for each degree. It's the only fair thing to do."
"That does seem fair," Dean Learner said, scratching his chin in deep thought. "But it's such an odd request that I'm not sure if the university's Board of Regents can figure out the tuition for such a feat." He shrugged his shoulders and smiled at the loving couple. He'd gotten used to the open yet somewhat benign cuddling the two engaged in when they weren't taking a test. "I'll put it before the Board and let them decide what all needs to be done to get you all the degrees we have to offer. Right now, I have a few questions about your Mystical Powers."
"Go ahead and shoot, big guy," Ron said with a double gun finger point at the Dean.
Dean Paul Learner smiled at the appellation Ron had dubbed him with. He knew he was short but Ron started calling him 'big guy' because the Dean was in charge of the entire Department of Education at Upperton University. After four days, Dean Learner was finally getting a grasp on Ron's weird sense of humor.
"You've told me of your telepathic ability but what I'd like to know is," Dean Learner started as he pulled out a notebook that he'd been jotting down his observations in, "have you ever found out if your telepathy works over a great distance?"
Kim and Ron exchanged questioning looks before Ron sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and answered, "Come to think about it, we haven't."
"You see," Kim said as she gazed lovingly at her goofy husband, "we haven't been separated since we found out we could communicate telepathically. I think the farthest we've been apart is, like, only a couple hundred yards or so when Ron left the gym at school to get some water bottles out of the vehicle, and we didn't try to communicate then."
"If that's the case," the small man said as he stood up from behind his desk and moved around it to lean against the front of the desk to talk to the young couple, "then why don't we try a little experiment? Ron, why don't you go over to the book store on the other side of the campus and buy some snacks?"
"I could go for a little snackage right about now," Ron said as he shuffled out from under Kim to stand and started for the door. "Do you want anything, KP?"
Obviously he didn't get the gist of the experiment. Kim giggled, "Why don't you go there, find out what they have to eat and then ask me?"
"Ooooh, I get it!" the blond boy groaned aloud in realization. Now that he knew what was going on, Ron practically danced out of the Dean's office with a jaunty wave of the hand as he said over his shoulder, "I'll talk to you in a few minutes, KP."
"It should take Ron at least twenty minutes to get to the store on foot so we'll have about forty-five minutes to ourselves," Dean Paul Learner said as he laughed and took off his suit jacket and tie, leaving him in a pair of dark colored slacks, a nice, white dress shirt (with two buttons undone at the neck,) and black dress loafers. The seventeen year old redhead was wearing her normal green cropped tank top but since the weather was still quite warm, Kim had on a tight pair of shorts and flip flops.
Kim felt a little ill at ease from his statement. It almost sounded like he was making a pass at her, especially since he was getting more comfortable after sending her husband out of the room. She slipped out of her beach sandals, stood up and backed to the center of the room in a martial arts, defensive pose and warily growled, "I'm not sure if you think you can get into my pants now that Ron isn't here, but if you do, you got another think coming." Kim quickly set herself in an offensive stance. "I know seventeen styles of martial arts and I've used them against tougher men than you."
"No, no No, Kim," the Dean vehemently waved off the implication once he realized her meaning. "That's not what's happening! It's Friday and the professors are allowed to dress casually on Fridays. I was only removing my jacket and tie."
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding," Kim moaned as she stood up out of the karate stance and walked back over to the big desk. "I guess I'm a little on edge since Ron and I haven't seen any real action since the Lowardian invasion four and a half months ago."
"Why's that?" the Dean sincerely asked as he circled the desk and moved over to the big, comfy, leather burgundy chairs on the other side of the room to sit down. Kim followed, not putting her flip flops back on, and sat down in a wing-back chair opposite him.
"Well, there's a major truce going on right now," Kim explained. "After any major, world threatening scheme is thwarted, the villains have to put off any and all plots for six months. That means we still have almost two more month to go before Drakken or Dementor can start anything."
"Ah yes, I see," Dean Learner said as he steepled his fingers in front of his mouth in deep thought. "And the suspense of not knowing when it will start up again in fraying your nerves."
"It's not the suspense that's killing me," Kim groused as she slumped back into the cushy chair, "I'm chomping at the bit actually, waiting for some kind of action to release all of my pent up energy."
"And sparring with Ron hasn't taken the edge off," Paul said, nodding his understanding. The three of them had talked quite a bit during their four mornings together. Kim and Ron had told him about their training methods and Kim had mentioned that they were now evenly matched to the point that their sparring had, more or less, become merely practice for their forms. Ron had also said he was perfectly okay that they hadn't gone on any missions in a while and wasn't looking forward to the start of them any time soon. He was perfectly happy to be leading a normal, well normal for Ron, everyday life.
"Perhaps you should go to the field house and see if the campus Karate Club can provide you with a bit of a challenge."
"I can take on any individual without a sweat," Kim moaned, thinking that the Dean meant she might like to spar one-on-one with someone other than Ron.
"No," Paul Learner laughed. "They have around twenty members in the club and their training is all one-on-one combat. I'm sure they'd find it interesting to try and coordinate an attack on you all at once."
Kim's eyes glazed over for a minute and a smile spread across her face as if the prospects of a melee with twenty trained martial artists at once intrigued her.
"I see the suggestion intrigues you," the Dean smiled as he sat back in the chair and crossed his legs. "Are you going to do it?"
"I'm sorry," Kim apologized as she shook out her red hair as if coming out of a trance. "Ron just told me what the store had in stock and I was answering him. What were you saying?"
"Ron's already at the store?" Dean Learner said as he sat up in shock and checked his wristwatch. "But he's only been gone for like, ten minutes!"
"That's true," Kim giggled as she folded her legs under her in the large, comfortable leather chair. "You did say that you knew our MMP also gives us improved speed, didn't you?"
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"Thanks for the workout, guys," Kim said as she left the practice mat and Ron tossed her a towel to mop off her slightly sweaty brow. "Any one of you would put Dr. Drakken's normal henchmen to shame."
"Thanks for pulling your punches," one of the senior members of the Karate Club moaned as he got up off the floor and then helped another member get up. The other ten students were all moaning and groaning as they slowly, gingerly got up off the floor. Kim had pulled her punches but that didn't mean the dozen students hadn't taken a beating. Despite the fact that they all wore protective padding and were highly trained in the discipline, the half hour session against Kim was a total, one-sided rout. None of the twelve had laid a finger or foot on her and each had been knocked down at least two dozen times.
"It's no big," Kim waved off as she accepted a bottle of water from her husband and took a few big swallows.
"Why haven't any of us seen you at any of the local tournaments?" another member asked as they all gathered around the couple dressed in their normal mission gear.
"I don't do tournaments anymore," Kim almost silently murmured with her head hanging in embarrassment. She swiftly pushed through the crowd and bolted from the gym.
"Was there something wrong with what I asked?" the first student questioned.
"KP used to love to participate in tournaments," Ron softly replied to the twelve other university students, "until she was thirteen years old. She'd just begun cheerleading that year and was starting to mix that in with her regular martial arts stuff."
"I did notice some of Kim's moves were based in cheer," one of the female students nodded in understanding. "So, what happened?"
"Well KP..." Ron started, took a quick breath and let it out fast as he angrily scrubbed at his face for a second before continuing. "...Kim was disqualified from a tournament when one of the judges said she was using unorthodox moves that could possibly be extremely dangerous. Those were his exact words and Kim didn't like the way he emphasized possibly. As a result, KP hasn't entered a tourney since then and it really hurts when she think about it."
"I'm sorry I brought it up," the girl anxiously groaned as she looked over to the door Kim had fled through.
"Don't be," Ron said, a smile growing on his face. "We started going on our missions near the end of that year and they kinda took the place of the tournaments. KP's a lot happier now that she doesn't have to worry about mixing the cheer stuff in with her Kung Fu moves. That means she can really kick it up into high gear against the bad guys."
"But she still has problems whenever she remembers the D.Q.," the first student said with a knowing nod.
"Yeah but," Ron said as his grin turned into a full-blown goofy smile, "she'll get past it soon enough." He started to head for the gym exit and said over his shoulder, "The Ron Man knows what'll bring her outta her funk."
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"You know exactly what makes me happy, Sweetie," Kim cooed to her husband as she fastened her parachute harness then pushed the button to make the roof of the Sloth retract.
"Ah, Yep-yep," Ron put on his helmet, glanced out the side window at the ground sixteen thousand feet below and gulped as he turned back to Kim. "You can show me how happy you are after you scrape what's left of my body up off the hard ground after you land."
"I thought you'd gotten over your fears of free falling?" Kim laughed, giddy with the prospects of parachuting for the first time in a loooong time.
"I don't mind it when we're on a mission," Ron said as he glanced out the window again and began to panic a bit, "but doing it for pure recreation? That's just tempting fate!"
"There's no need to worry Ron, my new Wade-bots packed your chutes," Wade said from the big Kimmunicator screen mounted in the dashboard. "They can precisely pack a parachute in under two minutes so there's no chance for any type of mis-deployment."
"Two minutes? That info makes me sooo at ease with the sitch," Ron groaned in agony as he scanned the countryside under where they were flying in Kim's Roth SL coupe. "By the way, where are we supposed to land?"
"It doesn't matter where you land," Wade said as he jostled the old style joystick in his hands, fully in control of the flying car. "I'll land the car wherever you come down and pick you up. If you want, I can take you up for another jump right away. There are two spare chutes in the trunk of the car."
"Please and thank you," Kim laughed, put her helmet on then stood up in the convertible. "Let's go Ron!" With that, Kim launched herself out of the vehicle in a joyous swan dive.
"At least she's happy," Ron thought as he jumped out of the car. He was beginning to feel a lot better now that Kim was happy again.
