A/N: Yes, FFN is finally working again. Sorry this chapter took a little longer than the last two. I just had a ton of information that had to be put into the chapter that had to jibe with my Stolen Lives story in order for it to work. Ron's a bit of a nasty piece of work in this story but he has issues that KP has only scratched the surface of. Remember what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay in Vegas.

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Bubba

Kim eyed Ron when he didn't continue with his story. She was after all finally able to broach the touchy subject of Ron's daughter without seeming to be nosey or judgmental. Thanks in part to a call from the daughters mother taunting Ron.

"So are we going to have a flash back or what?"

Ron drained another bottle of the Michelob Ultra. "I need to get properly prepared. This is kind of a long story."

"Yeah, I bet." Kim thought, as she waited for Ron to begin. She didn't want to coax him too much having just felt as if she survived the Spanish Inquisition. Kim giggled.

"What?"

"Sorry, sorry, I just had a stray thought." Kim said nervously.

"What?"

Kim giggled a little more, then in best Spanish accent said. "No, no one expects the Spanish Inquisition."

Ron laughed and shook his head as he reached for another bottle of beer. "Tell me about it."

"So flash back time?"

"Yeah, I guess."

The club was hopping. There was a very large crowd of men in the room enjoying the girls dancing on the various stages. There was also a large crowd of the enemy. Lots of California Golden Bears fans in for the big game on Thursday. The 6 and 6 Wyoming Cowboys were playing the 10 and 3 Bears in the Las Vegas Bowl.

Ron Stoppable and Tee Foster were feeling just a bit uneasy. Not about the game but their lack of success in finding female companionship. Ron tugged on Tee's shirt and shouted to be heard over the Judas Priest song that was playing. "TEE, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE. THIS PLACE SUCKS."

"WE JUST GOT HERE. LOOK AT THE ASS ON THAT BITCH." Tee screamed as he pointed towards one of the strippers on stage.

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM, THAT'S ALL WE CAN DO IS LOOK."

Tee pointed towards the bar. "LET'S GET A BEER AND ROAM A LITTLE."

The song ended and the men erupted in cheers and applause. Leaning closer to Tee, he said. "Man, let's get back to the hotel before all the good bar sluts are gone."

"Man, we got whores all over here."

"That's the problem. They're whores and we're broke."

"We'll get a beer and kind of work the room." Tee said as he pulled Ron over to the bar.

Ron frowned as the next set of silicon augmented women took to the stages. He gestured towards one of the large breasted women. "Bite into that one you'll be spitting plastic. Tee, if we can't fuck em' they ain't gonna do us any good."

"Man, be cool and shut the fuck up."

"Alright, alright… You're buying."

"FUCK…"

"I bought last time." Ron reminded him.

Tee pondered this for a bit. "You sure?"

"Don't question the Jew when it comes to money." Ron said with a grin.

"Fucker"

His attention was drawn from Tee to a group of large African American men that had just entered the club. The large athletic man holding a white duffle bag looked familiar to him but he couldn't place him.

"DK TATE, YOU DA MAN!" Someone shouted.

Ron took his beer from Tee, "I guess that's DK Tate."

"Baddest fucking linebacker in the NFL." Tee said as he took in the entourage as they approached the back of the club.

The clubs DJ took over the microphone. "How many Cowboy fans we have in the house?"

The two Wyoming players cheered as loud as they could. Then quickly stopped as they realized they were the only ones in the club that supported the Cowboys. Tee grinned at Ron. "Sucks to play for a small school sometimes."

"How many Bears fans showed up to watch their team destroy the Cowboys?"

A loud deafening cheer went up from all the Cal State fans. Ron had agree, it did suck sometimes to play for a small school. Then he spotted a guy with a video camera. The guy with the camera panned towards Ron and Tee. They were ready for him. Middle fingers proudly displayed, the two laughed. "Yeaaaaaaah, FUCK YOU!"

DK Tate jumped onto one of the stages with his white designer bag. There was a rush of strippers charging the stage. Tee shook his head as he overheard one the strippers scream, "DK'S GOT A HALF MILL' AN' HE'S GONNA MAKE IT RAIN."

"Man these chicken headed whores ain't got no self respect. Let's get the hell out of here." He said to Ron in disgust.

Quickly downing his beer, Ron said. "Hello, that's what I've been saying."

The music once again started playing. Ron was more than ready to leave. While he liked the music, he didn't like being underneath one of the clubs speakers. The place was giving him a headache. He stopped Tee before the two had reached the door.

"What"

Spinning quickly, Ron cupped his hands to his mouth and screamed. "BEARS SUCK"

Tee laughed, "Man, I don't think anyone heard you."

"True, but it made me feel better."

The two made their way back up the strip. They would meet up with the occasional prostitute who would shove a price list into their hands and quickly move away. There were other men shoving flyers at them with pricelists and move on. They both threw the advertisements on the ground.

"Man, I ain't payin' no bitch $300 for a blow job."

There was one thing bothering Ron. "Why ain't they talking to us?"

Now it was time for Tee to show off his advance knowledge of all things sleazy. "It's like some weird Las Vegas law. They can't talk to you but they can advertise."

Ron laughed, "Man, that's fucked up."

The two continued to walk up busy strip making sure to note the exotic cars that cruised by them. They pointed and laughed as a limo rolled by. The rear window rolled down and the shapely behind of a young woman was hanging out pissing into street.

"This ain't Laramie."

"FUCK NO, this ain't Laramie. This is FUCKING PARADISE!" Tee exclaimed happily.

Grinning happily, Ron checked the time on his cell phone. "We better get to the hotel bar before all the free pussy is gone."

"Child please, this place never has a pussy shortage."

Taking note of a group of young college aged girls coming towards them. Ron went from beast mode to Romeo mode. After all there would be time for beast mode later at the hotel. "LADIES"

His interests unfortunately fell on deaf ears. The girls adorned in their navy sweat shirts with CAL written in gold cursive across the front let the two men from Laramie know of their disdain for them. "FUCK OFF COW FUCKERS!"

Putting off the momentary set back Ron was quick with the comeback. "You bitches ever took anything between those legs that wasn't battery operated you'd appreciate a real man."

"FUCK YOU…" The girls screamed, before turning away laughing.

Tee shook his head, "Man, forget those chicken headed bitches. We need women not rug muchin' Cal State dykes."

"How'd they know we were from Wyoming?" Ron mused as the two waited to cross the busy street.

"Look at your shirt."

Looking down at his chest his memory was suddenly restored. On his chest in big bold brown and gold lettering was written, 'Property of University of Wyoming Football'. "Oh"

Entering the Hard Rock Hotel entrance it was plain to see that the place was jumping. Loud classic rock music was blaring from speakers located all over the lobby. There was what could be best described as herds of attractive young available female flesh for Ron to find companionship with for the evening.

Of course many were accompanied by many well dressed, well groomed, wealthy looking men. But that didn't matter to Ron. He knew that if things were to get heated and ugly two things were likely to happen. Either he'd beat the hell out of the poor privileged child or he could out run them if grossly outnumbered. He knew this from experience, both options having played out many times back Laramie.

Then again the large number of women dressed in slut mode, plied with large amounts of alcohol and looking for man meat also insured a trouble free environment in which for Ron to operate.

"Man, look at all these whores." Tee said as he leaned in closer to Ron's ear so he could be heard over the Def Leppard music.

Grinning happily, Ron agreed. "We got to get to the bar."

Entering the large crowded bar, his eyes swept back and forth taking in all the eye candy. Then he looked at his own attire and suddenly felt self conscious. "I think I'm a little under dressed."

Tee leaned over as he surveyed the room. "You're perfect. You are a well oiled football playin' machine. You are a man amongst men. All you got to do is say you're a football player and these bitches will be fighting one another to see who sucks you off first."

He liked this kind of pep talk, 'Booyah, show time."

Tee quickly spotted three very attractive African American ladies and took off like a shot. Ron followed at a safe distance. Sometimes Tee's lack of tact could be troublesome. He also learned this, the hard way having been slapped, screamed at and having numerous drinks poured over his head back in Laramie.

Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, Tee boldly asked. "So you bitches want to come back to my room and fuck me and my friend or what?"

Ron didn't wait around for an answer. At the word 'Bitches' he quickly peeled off in a different direction so as not to be the center of attention as the screaming started. With Tee it was usually screaming. His direct approach Ron noted generally worked on girls that were really, really drunk.

Then he spotted her, brown hair, short, maybe 5'1 or 5'2, impossibly large tits for such a small woman. She was dressed to kill in a little black dress that only highlighted her tits. She was now the focus of Ron's interest.

He held his hand at waist level. Visualizing where her head would be in relation to his hand as she was on her knees sucking the Ron Dog in and out of her mouth. Next he visualized how much fun he was going to have with those large tits. Ron smacked his lips together appreciatively, "Show time."

Approaching the girl he quickly thought of an approach. It was hopping club so doing the whole my girlfriend left me to marry a prince thing wasn't going to work. Cheesy lines would probably get him sent on his way. Fun, girls just want to have fun. Ron was a veritable amusement park of fun. "Hey lady, buy me a beer."

"Aren't you supposed to be buying me the beers?" She asked in amusement.

"Yeah, well I kind of forgot my ID up in my room? Want to come help me look for it?"

The girl laughed, "How old are you?"

"19"

"I thought so. Yeah, I'll buy you a beer." She said.

She bought him a beer as he quickly scanned the landscape to make sure Tee wasn't going to come in at a crucial time and ruin the moment. There was no sign of his friend, much to Ron's relief.

"So you here to watch the game?"

Taking the cup of beer, Ron acted as if he were offended by the statement. "Watch? I'm playing in the game. As a matter of fact I am the game. Ron Stoppable, star linebacker and future NFL phenom at your service."

"My name's Linda, nice to meet you. You don't look like a football player."

Grinning, Ron thought that this was going to work out just fine. She didn't give a last name, which was good because it was hard for him to remember first names much less the confusing minutia of last names. "That's the secret of my success."

"Hey man, cutting ol' Tee out of the action?"

The grin was now forced. "This is my…friend Tee Foster. Who is leaving… right now."

Linda's grin spread across her face. "No Tee can stay, and you'll love my cousin."

Tee, grinned. "Cousin huh, Ron loves cousins."

Once Linda had turned away to find her cousin. Ron shot Tee a look to show his displeasure. Tee only smiled and flipped him the bird. Whispering under his breath, he growled. "You son of a bitch."

"Hey Stacey, come here." Linda called towards a girl who was sort of dancing by herself in a corner. She had a black party dress on but little in the way of breasts for the dress to show off. The girl had long black hair, a boyish figure, thin as a post, a so-so face, nothing to write home about. Ron decided he'd been with worse.

Her head down Stacey slowly made her way through the crowd towards them. A sickening thought swept through his mind. This girl is messed up. She was high, drunk, crazy or all three.

"This is Ron and Tee, they play football. Or at least Ron does. Tee, do you play football or do you just watch?"

Grinning, Tee set Linda straight. "Fuck yeah, I play football." Pointing at Ron, he continued. "He plays football too. He's little dog…but I'm the big dog taught him everything he knows."

Linda moved closer to Tee. "I like big dogs."

Cringing inwardly his mind raced. How as he going to nail the girl with the big tits whose name suddenly left his memory. Maybe they could swap them around in the room. It wouldn't be the first time he and Tee had participated in tag team fucking. He doubted Tee would share. He too enjoyed women with big tits. One thing was certain things were becoming all screwed up.

"Do you like love?"

Ron was jarred back to the moment by the small voice. "Awwwww yeah, Ron Stoppable's all about love, especially the physical kind."

He turned to see her smiling at him. Ron nearly jumped out of his skin. This girl had to have the worst teeth he had ever seen. They were more crooked than Kim's were on a bad day when she was little. He tried to think of the expression they used in Laramie. What was it? "Oh yeah, she could eat an ear of corn through a chicken wire fence."

"Hey Stacey, want to go party with Ron and Tee in their room?" Linda asked giggling as she snuggled closer to Tee.

Stacey's eyes lit up. "I like to party because, partying always ends in love making. I like to make love."

"Great… great… That's just…great." Ron stammered. He did his best to sound enthusiastic as they made their way out of the bar.

Once in the elevator Ron quickly chose a neutral corner followed by the girl with the horrendous teeth whose name he had completely forgotten. She reached up to his shoulder and playfully flicked at his hair.

"You have pretty hair."

Smiling weakly, Ron said. "Yeah, yeah…it's, it's blonde."

The room was still dark when they entered. The girl whose name Ron had forgotten dropped to her knees as soon as the door was closed and yanked down his pants. "Oh you've got a big one."

Suddenly things didn't seem so dreadful after all, as long as the lights stayed out. This was going to work out just fine. "Damn straight it's a big one."

The girl quickly took his tool into her mouth. Ron put his hand on top of her head. "Awwww, yeah, work it bitch."

She groaned and moved her head back and forth quickly. Chancing a glance over at Tee he was relieved to see he remembered which bed was his as he was receiving the same treatment. A sharp pain brought his attention back to the girl in front of him. "TEETH"

The nameless black haired girl giggled, "Sorry"

He pulled off his shirt and threw it towards what in the dark he assumed was a pile of dirty clothes. Next he pulled the girl up by the hair he proceeded to undress her, making sure to keep her clothes where they could be found.

Ron wanted to make sure that after he was finished with her that he could shove her butt out the door quickly. No chit chat, no promises of phone calls later. Ever since the breakup with Kim he had become the master of slam bam thank you ma'am and tonight he saw no reason to change that.

The girl giggled as she fell back onto Ron's bed. She spread her legs wide. "You can eat me if you want."

Finally freeing himself from his pants and shoes and climbed onto the bed. "Not in the game plan. Hands and knees, right now."

Grabbing a handful of hair as entered her from behind, he worked to get his rhythm down. Once he found it, he was off to the races. Glancing towards Tee he saw he was in a similar position. Ron motioned towards him that they should switch.

The room wasn't totally dark so Ron was able to make out Tee's teeth grinning at him in the darkness. Then he made out the silhouette of his hand giving him the finger. He shook his head, "Asshole"

"No…not…there…"

"What…oh" Chuckling he realized it was time for him to focus on the job at hand. Feeling the familiar pull of a pleasurable release, he quickened his strokes. Miss bad teeth was a few strokes from being quickly shown the door and Ron was a few quick minutes away from making a solo run through the bar.

"Awwwwwwwwwww, yeah" Ron reached orgasm and was happy to note he hadn't even broke a sweat. It was to be a quick clean up in the sink and not shower. Glancing over at Tee he could tell something was wrong. The girl with the big tits was trying to fight him off.

Tee quickly jumped off of the girl. "Bitch what's wrong with you."

Panic swept through Ron. This wasn't happening. The girl with the big tits must have had second thoughts and now she and her mentally challenged cousin were going to claim they were raped. Tee Foster and Ron Stoppable were headed to jail. "SHIT"

Scrambling for door, he turned on the lights. Racing over to stand next to Tee, he could clearly see now. The girl wasn't fighting him off, she couldn't breathe. With the lights on the feeling of panic did not subside. Then in an instant Ron was in a state of complete clarity. This girl on the bed gasping for air really did have nice tits. "Call 911."

Tee focused, "Oh yeah…"

Turning quickly the girl he was just with standing naked, staring at her cousin. Then she looked at Ron. "Do you love me now?"

Ron was still naked as he stood staring at this girl in disbelief. "FUCK NO, I DON'T LOVE YOU."

In one swift, well rehearsed moment, naked girl, party dress, shoes, underwear were efficiently shoved out the door. "Get the hell out of the room."

Tee had just hung up the phone. The two stared at each other for a moment. Then the same though crossed their minds. "CLOTHES"

Quickly dressing, Tee looked over at Ron. "What was her name again?"

"Shit, I don't know. She's with you."

Looking at the gasping girl on the bed, Tee asked. "Bitch, what's your name?"

Grimacing Ron shook his head. "Not cool."

"Ron, Ron, the police ask, she's with you. You know she being small and white and me being black. You know how cops are." Tee whispered urgently.

"FUCK YOU!"

"Come on man."

"FUCK YOU!"

There was a knock on the door and the two looked at one another. Tee finally said, "Answer it, it's probably Snaggletooth."

Rolling his eyes Ron quickly ran to the door. It wasn't the strange girl with the bad teeth, it was the police. Stepping aside Ron let them in. He looked out into the hall then up and down the hall. No sign of the strange girl. Breathing a sigh of relief he closed the door and stepped back into the room.

Soon the EMT's arrived and worked on the girl to restore her breathing. Once the woman's breathing was restored. She called Tee every name in the book, her favorite being "Big fucking asshole" and Ron was simply known as "Little fucking asshole."

Statements taken, the EMT's, Police and other emergency services left the room after an hour and a half. It was one of the longest hour and half of Ron's life. He hated answering questions, especially the question of, "What happened to the girl you were with?"

The only thing Ron could think of to say was, "She left."

Now the room was quiet. Tee and Ron sat on their beds looking at one another. Then they began to snicker, soon they were laughing hysterically. This would be a night that would live on in Wyoming Cowboys lore.

The night Tee Foster screwed some girl so hard he collapsed her lung. Tee laughed, "Did you see that shit? I tore that pussy UP!"

"Not one of my better moments. So to make a long story short, this lawyer shows up at the University in early September of the next year. They're looking for the great football player Ron Stoppable. The University gets a hold of me and before you know it I'm donating DNA to run a paternity check." Ron said grimly.

Kim lifted an eyebrow. She wasn't at all impressed with her former BFBF. "I bet."

Taking another long drink from his beer, Ron continued. "So they explain that this Stacey Leann Brewer says I fathered a kid with her. I quickly inform them I don't have any idea who the hell this Stacey Leann Brewer is. But I kind of sort of have to donate anyway."

"Test came back positive?"

"Oh yeah, so I got stuck with the hospital bills, child support and all that good stuff. I made arrangements through her lawyers to see the baby. We had a bye week so we set up a date in Pheasant Ridge, back at mom and dad's place." Ron said sadly.

"How did the rents take it?"

Ron started to laugh, "It was all good, after mom got done slapping the shit out of me. They took it well."

The beers were getting to Kim. She was feeling a bit bold and felt it was time to do some scolding. "Well, I hope this teaches…"

"NO"

"Huh?"

"No, no, no, don't go there." Ron said sternly.

"What?" Kim asked defensively.

"You're getting ready to start moralizing and being all superior and shit. Then you're going to tell me a bunch of shit I've heard before from everyone else. Then if you don't like the way I respond you'll try to make me ashamed of my daughter and that is just not going to happen." He told her firmly.

"No…no…I was just going to say…uh…I hope this teaches you to remember names…better, or something." Kim stammered quickly.

"Nice save." Ron said happily.

"So she brought her over to the trailer…"

"Mobile home" He quickly corrected her. After the Lowarthian attack the surviving citizens of Middleton were shuttled off to make shift communities. Most were housed in mobile homes. Ron being like most people that have lived in mobile homes resented the word trailer as it applied to where they were living.

"…mobile home then?"

"Oh yeah, once I saw her I knew there was no denying this girl." Ron said with a laugh.

"Love at first sight."

"Yeah, of course her mother was there calling me all sorts of names. Monique was living with us so I got to hear it in stereo. I mean I tried to be civil with her. Sometimes things just don't work out." Ron said sadly.

"With Monique or Stacey?"

"What? Oh, Stacey, anyway she says she needs some time away from the baby and if we'd watch it while she ran into Middleton for a while. I was more than happy to do it. I was more than willing if for nothing else to just go for a few hours without being called asshole. Anyway, she left and we never saw her again until a few weeks after I signed with the Dolphins."

"Time to cash in?"

"Oh yeah, so the child support gets adjusted and that's fine if she'd just stay away but now she wants to see her daughter again. So I decided that I didn't want to be seen as an asshole and I agree to let her see Cheyenne while I was away playing in London. Then I'd pick her back up once the team returned home." Ron was becoming more emotional.

"But she didn't let you have her?"

"Nope, she took off. I haven't seen my daughter since August and she's holding her ransom for an additional ten grand a month. Says I misled her on my income because I didn't project my earnings from promotional contracts. Like I'm psychic and can tell you what I'm going to make in the coming year." He spat bitterly.

"Ten grand a month, how much are you paying now?" Kim asked, more than a little curious.

Ron sighed, "I was paying $235 a month while I was in school. Once I got drafted and got my bonus check the amount was recalculated to $16,423.95 a month."

"A year?" Kim asked, not sure if she heard him right.

"A month…"

Kim did some quick figuring and the numbers shocked her. "That's almost $200,000 a year. Ron, can you afford that?"

He shrugged, "I'm paying it."

"God damn Ron, if I knew you were going to making that kind of money I would have let you get me pregnant." Ron's face contorted in pain. Kim realized her mistake and quickly said, "SORRY, sorry, I was… You make that kind of money?"

"Got to make it while I can." Ron said sadly as he looked away from her.

"I guess…"

The cell phone went off again. Ron reached for it and his Bluetooth. "It's kind of late…Yeah, I'm staying out of trouble. I'm eating dinner in the hotel. Yes, I'll be in my room at 11:00." Ron pushed the button on the Bluetooth to end the call. "Dr. Ellen Morlock…" He said sheepishly.

"Girlfriend?" Kim asked suspiciously.

"Who, Ellen? No she's the team psychologist and all around trouble shooter. She's been really good about keeping the whole custody thing out of the papers and she helped with the whole fountains thing."

"Oh yeah, the whole fountains thing." Kim said in a disapproving voice.

"Yep, she says to never talk to the cops. They'll never write down your story the way you tell it. Talk to no one. Call her immediately and she'll get the lawyers to get you out of jail." Ron said happily.

Kim frowned, "Great…"

"So I get arrested, the ladies get arrested, the car gets arrested and we're all out in less than 4 hours. I didn't talk to anyone. Now it's a passing story and more of a joke. All thanks to Dr. Ellen."

The cell phone went off again as Michelle entered the room. Ron pointed at the now empty ice bucket. Michelle waved and stepped back out of the room. "It's a little late Raffi…"

Kim was getting a little tired of the interruptions. Ron's cell phone and the annoying waitress kept interrupting the flow of conversation. However this did give her a chance to think. She was getting only one side of the story but it did seem that Ron had a legitimate issue with this Stacey woman. If she were on the up and up she would have returned the girl to Ron when he returned home. Unless of course Ron was beating or neglecting her, this she refused to believe. Ron would never beat a child. Of course he did appear to be extremely stressed and she hadn't seen him in over 5 years. No, no even though he was being a jerk she still thought of him as being a very good person. No matter what his reputation in the media was.

"What kind of money are we talking about?"

If she could help Ron she would. But she would have to press for more information. The only problem was if she pressed too hard, he would likely bite her head off. She was feeling light headed from the beers. She would have to will herself to proceed cautiously.

"Awwww yeah, I like those numbers. I'm all about cologne. Look I'm in the middle of something here. Let's meet around ten on Monday… Yeah I don't have to be in Davies till noon. Right…OK…Sounds good…Nite."

Ending the call he turned and smiled at Kim. "I'm going to have a cologne, cool, huh."

Kim smiled, "Cool"

Ron was feeling good. He always felt good when a big deal was in the works. "So want to smell like me?"

"Before or after a game?" She asked in amusement.

Thinking the question over for a moment Ron had to admit. "I don't know. If it's before a game I smell like Flexsol, if it's after a game I smell like…well you know what I smell like."

"Yeah" She said as she tried to stifle a laugh.

"I'll have to get a whiff or two before I sign off on this. Just to insure it captures my…essential Ronness."

"Odor de Ron?"

"Precisely…" Ron chuckled.

"Well looks like you have a lot of stuff going on. Are you any better at taking care of your money or do you plan on taking Bonnie on any wild shopping sprees?"

Grinning, Ron said. "Oh I'm much more responsible with my finances these days." Then he unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt and pulled out a gold chain. At the end of the chain was a small gold letter "R".

Kim began laughing, "You haven't changed."

Ron shrugged, "Well, that's an opinion."

The laughter ceased as Kim could feel the dark cloud reforming around him. "So do you have custody or does she?"

"It's supposed to be joint. I hold primary custody since she took off."

"Then why isn't she paying you child support?" Kim asked.

"She hasn't got much brains much less money. Anyway, the judge feels that if she has enough income that she can be...Oh what was the word? Oh yeah, 'have parity' with me and become a loving care giver."

Kim blinked, "That's the most screwed up thing I've ever heard."

"Tell me about."

"So…there's a warrant?"

"Hmmmmmm"

"A warrant out on this Stacey person?" Kim asked again. Trying to steer the conversation around to something she felt she might be able to help with.

"Yeah, for all the good it did. The warrant was issued at the beginning of October but they wouldn't execute the warrant till after the election."

"What does the election have to do with anything?"

Laughing bitterly, Ron told her. "Election year politics, it wouldn't be prudent to execute the warrant against a defenseless female. It's not acceptable in an election year to help an evil rich athlete to make sure his daughter is OK."

Kim frowned, she hadn't thought of that."So when do they plan on executing the warrant?"

"They were going to do it last week. The election being two weeks ago and the warrant being issued a month before that. So the day before they're to go to the house the Florida State DFS contacts Stacey and warns her in advance." He threw up his hands in exasperation.

"Division of Family Services… I thought they were supposed to help."

"Normally you'd think that. But I'm an evil man and all children need to be with their mothers. So Stacey gets the heads up and runs off with Cheyenne to Texas. At least that's where I think they are now."

"So you contacted the DFS before or after the warrant?"

"Oh well before. I tried to hotline her when she wouldn't bring Cheyenne back. They of course laughed at me. Seems they couldn't take the word of a bitter ex-boyfriend. FUCK… After Middleton, you'd think I'd know better than to trust any Government agency." Ron spat bitterly.

"So you knew where they were?"

"Yeah, I had to buy her a house. Everyone knows where she is…WAS."

Kim's raised her eyebrows. "You bought her a house? She's getting over $16,000 a month and you have to buy her a house?"

"Parity Kim, parity, anyway don't get me started on that one." Ron said sullenly.

"So you have all the documentation and everything and no one is doing anything? That doesn't make sense." Kim said as she tried to wrap her mind around the situation.

"Welcome to my fucked up world." Ron grumbled.

The door opened and Michelle the server appeared with more beer. "I get off at ten so this is last call."

"Awwwww" Ron said with a wide grin.

"So do you want to charge this to your room?" She asked innocently.

Kim's eyes narrowed. She'd been around the block a few times and knew what was going on. Good old friendly Michelle was inviting herself up to Ron's room. She was making it sound so innocent. She was getting off at ten and was just wondering what Ron's room number happened to be.

Ron of course would be the good guy and charge the whole evening to his room. Then he would try to send Kim on her way before ten so he could be in his room for when she showed up. Kim could read men like a book. They were all alike, Ron being no exception.

Taking the check, Ron nodded his head. "Yeah, sounds good to me."

Michelle smiled and let her eyes play over the check. She thanked him for the generous tip and excused herself from the room. Ron watched her out the door. Then the cell phone began vibrating on the table Grinning he picked it up. "Text message…"

Kim smirked, "Busy, busy, busy…"

Howling with laughter, Ron pounded his fist on the table. "He finally saw it…"

Lifting an eyebrow, Kim was amazed at how his moods could swing so drastically. "Saw what…"

Shoving the phone towards He continued to laugh. Kim eyed the message. Most of it was gibberish to her except the last line. "Fuk U Ron… Lovely."

His face was red from laughing as he explained the message. "Our field goal kicker is from Poland, little guy named Jan Wasiewicz. The little Pollock speaks very little English so he carries this little notebook with him everywhere he goes." He couldn't finish the story as he continued to laugh.

Whatever the joke was it seemed to make Ron's night. "He carries this little notebook with him and writes words down that he doesn't understand. Team checks in yesterday, he leaves the book at the front desk. I picked it up and left him a few new words to learn. Before giving him back the book."

Shaking her head as Ron couldn't keep himself from laughing. She had a feeling this was going to be something very juvenile but she couldn't stop herself from asking. "So what were the new words?"

Grinning, he proudly told her. "KICKERS SUCK DICK!"

"I had a feeling it was something like that." She said, as Ron continued to howl with laughter.

Calming down, he finally looked at her. "Well Kim, it's been great seeing you again and everything. But it's getting late so…"

Frowning she knew she was about to be shown the door. Only problem was Kim wasn't ready to leave. At least not yet, too much work went in to getting to see him to walk away now. "You have any pictures?"

"Pictures of what?" Ron said suddenly puzzled.

"Cheyenne, do you have any pictures of her?"

Ron's eyes lit up. "DO I HAVE ANY PICTURES?" He shouted excitedly as he dug into his zebra print jacket. Retrieving a large wallet, and pulled out a separate brown leather section that held dozens of pictures. Opening the section to page one he pointed at a baby pictures. "There, you ever see a more beautiful baby."

This Ron was much more to Kim's liking. She was exhausted from trying to keep up with Ron's many mood swings. She looked at the picture, and looked at him. "Yeah, there's no denying it. She's your girl."

This pleased Ron. "Awwwww yeah, she's daddy's princess."

Kim looked at the next photo. It was of Cheyenne sitting on his lap. His cheeks bulged out for the camera trying to imitate the baby's facial expression. She noticed the long hair. "Why'd you cut your hair?"

"It was a bunch of bullshit, long story."

It was obvious that was something he didn't want to talk about. "This was taken back in Pheasant Ridge?"

"Yeah, yeah, back in 09."

The next picture was of an older Cheyenne on the back of a Shetland pony. Ron's hair was as it appeared today. So she was guessing this photo wasn't taken too long ago. "Is this from earlier this year?"

Glancing at the picture he smiled. "No that's from Senior Day in Laramie, about a year ago. The horse is Cowboy Joe and whenever The Pokes score a touchdown they trot Cowboy Joe around in the end zone." Ron laughed, "She wanted to take Cowboy Joe back to Miami with her."

Turning to the next picture, she was greeted with a surprise. There was Ron with long hair snuggled up to a tall brown haired girl. Both of them were smiling for the camera. They were both dressed in clothes one would expect to see on a basketball court. "Old girlfriend?" She asked innocently.

A look of sadness crossed Ron's eyes as he looked at the picture. It only lasted for a second as he tossed it back to Kim, "No one of importance."

She examined the picture a little more closely. "She looks important."

Ron narrowed his eyes, and Kim got ready for another round of shouting. "She was working with me when I thought I'd go out for basketball. It didn't end well."

"Basketball, you couldn't even beat Felix in basketball and he was in a wheelchair." She couldn't stop herself from saying it. Now she was cringing as she glance up at Ron. He frowned, shrugged and looked the other way. The dark clouds were rolling in again.

She didn't wait for an answer. Flipping to the next picture there was Ron in his uniform with the whole family. "Senior Day?"

Without looking at the picture, he said. "Yeah, Senior Day. The only time my family ever got to see me play. Well, other than the National Championship game in Miami."

"Not many pictures in here of Cheyenne after she was a baby till last year." She noted.

"I didn't see my family for over 2 years. They were in Miami and I was stuck in Laramie working my ass off." Ron told her sadly. He was still looking at a distant point in the room. His mind was clearly somewhere else.

The next picture was Ron with an older woman and a boy that looked as if he had Down syndrome. "Who's this?"

Glancing at the photo, he said. "That's Sue Peters, she was my strength and conditioning coach my last year at Wyoming. The boy is her son Danny."

"Down syndrome?"

"Yeah, he's my number 1 fan." Ron said with a slight grin.

She watched Ron open a fresh beer. "You two were close?"

Ron's eyes narrowed suspecting where Kim was headed with the question. "Not that close."

Suddenly feeling very foolish, Kim worked to recover. "No...I mean…She worked for the University?"

"She was brought in to be on my staff for my senior year. I didn't always see eye to eye with my coaches." Ron said evenly.

"Ahhhh…OK." Kim said nervously. She was reminded of the sports radio show that said the University of Wyoming hired a staff of seven to keep Ron out of trouble. It seemed to her the staff actually did more than just keep him out of trouble.

"She helped turn a colt into a thoroughbred." Ron said in slight amusement.

The last photo was clearly the latest. It was of Ron and Cheyenne with Mickey and Minnie Mouse in a parade at Disney World. "Cute"

Ron smiled. "That was after I won the Heisman. We got to go to Disney World and be in the parade."

One thing was for certain in Kim's mind. Ron was not abusing the girl. Spoiling her, yes, abusing her, no, she handed the pictures back to Ron. "She's a cutie."

Taking the pictures back from her, his gaze lingered over the one with Cheyenne at Disney World. "It's all my fault."

"What?"

"I knew when she came over. She was going to pull something. My weirdar went off." Ron said sadly.

"You couldn't have known."

"I knew and I let her go anyway. DAMN…" Ron said, slamming his hand onto the table in frustration.

"You were trying to be a good guy." Kim reminded him.

The cell phone on the table rang once again. Kim shot the phone an evil look. Ron picked it up and looked to see who was calling. "I'm killing my mother." He grumbled.

"Hi Galina"

Kim tried not feigning interest but she couldn't help herself. Maybe she would have to have Wade deport this girl.

"Well its kind of late…got a game tomorrow. Yeah, kind of like dancing except there's these really big guys that want to hurt me….Yeah….I only dance after a touchdown…"

This girl was definitely going to get her skinny butt deported. Rolling her eyes, she was mildly annoyed. Well not mildly, extremely annoyed that Ron took the call. For someone who wasn't interested in this girl, he sure spent a lot of time talking to her.

"Yeah, yeah, I like puppies too, puppies are good. Yeah…I guess that's one more thing we have in common. Hey by any chance have you talked to my mom lately? Just got off the phone with her. Yeah…I'm psychic like that."

Kim smiled, it sure didn't take Momma Stoppable long to start working the phones when she heard who her little Ronnie was eating dinner with. She fought the urge to moan "Fuck me, Ronnie fuck me." Ron might go ballistic on her and the little ballerina may not get it.

"Yeah, well good luck dancing on Monday. Don't let any 300 pound men get you. Yeah, that was a joke…It wasn't that funny…Alright…You take care too."

Ron ended the call, twisted his neck back and forth. He was rewarded with two loud "pops". "I'm turning this phone off. It's after business hours and I'm tired of being bothered."

"So is this the ballerina you met on Letterman?" Kim asked innocently.

"Oh, you saw that."

"Shhhhhaaaaaa, yeah…funny top 10…NOT." She teased.

"WELL IT'S NOT AS IF I WRITE THAT SHIT!" Ron spat back.

Deciding that she needed to hold her ground to show Ron he wasn't about to intimidate her. The beers were making her lose her cool. "Well I think that after all the times we saved the world…"

"WE NEVER SAVED SHIT."

Folding her arms she leaned back in her seat. "Yes we did."

The laugh was bitter and hurtful. "You still think we saved the world. We never saved anything and that's why we're the butt of jokes. Or should I say you. No one ever notices the sidekick"

It was clear, Ron was confused or his memory went soft over the last five years. "Lil' Diablos…"

"Search Youtube for them and you'll find gun camera footage with Air Force guys laughing their asses off as they shoot down these gigantic rocket powered barrage balloons."

Kim fumed for a few moments. "Beebees"

"Rusting in a junk yard in the Ukraine…"

"No, no, we saved the world…"

"Kim we never saved anything. Drakengia, remember Drakengia?"

"Yeah"

"You've been in Europe and overseas for the last 5 years. Where's the wholesale Middleton style destruction?

She didn't have an answer for this. It was just something she never really thought about. She never considered why there was never any destruction outside of the areas where they had saved the world. She always thought the world just had really good insurance and that things fixed themselves. "I…I…"

Ron pressed his point. "If you drag a whole bunch of continents together you figure there has to be some damage done somewhere? The only thing that device did was rattle the building down around us."

This bit of information coming from Ron was going against all that she held dear. "That's not true…"

Looking away from her to calm down, he was still amazed she had deluded herself this long. "Look I play with a guy named Theotis Monroe, offensive lineman. A good guy, he's never heard of a Lil' Diablo. Thinks I make all this stuff up. So I ask him. 'Hey Oats, where ya from?' He's from Mobile Alabama, no Bueno Nacho chains in Alabama. I tell him that I'm tight these days with Drakken and when the season's over we'll come conquer Mobile Alabama so he can experience the joy of running from a 50ft. killer robot."

"You are not tight with Drakken?" Kim said in a slightly tweeked voice.

"Kim, the worlds changed. Drakken's still strange but he's the volcano hero. He and Shego have been cleaning up on the lecture circuit. Face facts we were nothing more than local oddities." Ron said quietly.

She felt as though Ron had just slapped her. All these years she believed they had saved the world. It was Gospel, written in stone. They were teen heroes. It can't be true. Ron's just a true believer that lost the faith. He lost his faith because she had walked out on him. "That's not true."

Sighing, Ron pointed out other inconsistencies what they, he used to believe. "You really think Drakken, Monkey Nuts, Professor Hippopotamus…"

"Dementor…"

"Whatever, the Senor's, Frugal Fucking Lucre, the guy that golf's too much, do you really think they had the smarts to take over the world?"

Kim tried to answer, "I don't know… There was Gemini…"

"Fucking nut, you know your boss wasn't that much better. She is your boss right?"

"Maybe…" Kim said before she could stop herself. She was feeling more foolish by the minute.

"Look, they say I'm pretty smart for a football player. I got a 38 on my Wonderlic test. Now if I'm smart for a football player and I decided to take over the world. Why would I develop a super weapon capable of conquering the world with a self destruct button?"

Sliding lower in her seat, Kim now had to face two major quandaries. The first being what Ron was telling her about their roles as crime fighters. The second that Ron had scored higher on the fifty question, twelve minute test that measured cognitive ability than she did. She had only scored a 20 when she took it for Global Justice. "I always kind of wondered that too."

"See, those fuckwads aren't capable of taking over a candy car with cookie wheels much less the world."

"You really scored a 38 on the Wonderlic." She asked shyly.

"Yeah, why you ever take it?"

"NO…no…" She said absently, still trying to digest Ron's high score.

"So how many times have you saved the world with Global Justice?"

The question hit her between the eyes. She had never saved the world with Global Justice. There were never mad scientists or megalomaniacs, just the common ordinary murder and mayhem. She was trying not to cry. Her voice was just a bit hoarse. "We deal mostly in real crime."

"Real crime…" Ron said evenly.

Wiping at her eyes, she said. "Hard crime…"

Ron nodded his head. He made his point. "Look we may have saved the world as we knew it. But when it came time to really save the world, we were out gunned and out classed. We couldn't save Middleton, much less the world."

Kim shrugged. "I couldn't beat Warmonger."

"Not your fault." Ron said softly.

"Yeah, but you killed…"

"I DID NOTHING… Drakken and Shego saved the world from the evil volcano and that's how I like it." Ron said bitterly.

"But…"

"I don't want to be known for killing anyone. I want to be remembered for playing football." Ron explained with a slight grin.

She thought it over for a minute. She would have to take this up with Wade. They saved the world, saved the world on many separate occasions. They had to of saved the world at least once. Still there was one bone she still had to pick with Ron. "You shouldn't have made fun of me in that commercial."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know the commercial?"

Waving his hand over his head, he said. "Phhhhhhhhhhhhh, you've completely lost me."

"You're telling me you don't know about the commercial?" Kim said indignantly.

Ron shook his head. He had to set her straight on a few things. "Kim I do commercials for Hebrew Nation Soups, Interstate Batteries, Haynes Underwear, Smarty Mart, Sprint, Underarmor, Gatorade, Guinness, Nike, EA Games, Microsoft, Old Spice…"

"That's the one. The deodorant commercial…"

"You weren't in the commercial, I was." Ron said patiently.

"No…Oh, you weren't in that part." Kim said, suddenly feeling very foolish.

Still confused, Ron just shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever…"

Frowning, Kim said. "I thought you were a football player not a salesman."

"Ha, shows how much you know. My primary job is the sales and marketing of Ron Stoppable and Ron Stoppable Inc. my two major customers are the Miami Dolphins Professional Football Club LLC and Smarty Mart." Ron told her proudly.

"Hmmmmmmmm…" Kim said still sulking at being told they never saved the world.

Ron smiled as he picked up his cell phone and turned it back on. It was time to call it an evening. "Well it's close to 10:30 so they'll be doing bed checks soon. Want to come up to my room for a little fucking and sucking?"

"NO…" Kim said, as she was suddenly taken aback by Ron's boldness.

"Come on you know you want to." Ron said with a wink.

"No" She said again, this time not as confidently as before.

Sighing, Ron said in mock disappointment. "Well there's still Michelle…"

Kim smiled sheepishly, "NO…I…I guess I can come up for a bit."

"Awwwww, yeah…"

After picking up her coat from the coat check room, she felt Ron's arm encircle her waist as he escorted her to the elevator. She had a light buzz from the beers. Kim knew what they were about to do in Ron's suite but felt somehow obligated as a female to play the hard to get game. "We're just going to talk right?"

Lifting an eyebrow as the elevator door opened, Ron said. "Awwwwwwww, yeah, The Ron is all about talkin'."

Once the elevator door closed, he pulled her to him and began to kiss her gently. Taken momentarily by surprise, she resisted at first. The elevator door opened on the twenty-fifth floor. There Ron was greeted by the Concierge and Michelle. Michelle frowned at Kim and stepped into the elevator to leave. "That's right bitch, keep walkin'." Kim thought proudly. She had beaten the waitress to her man.

"Mr. Stoppable, would you and your prostitute care for some Champagne?"

Hearing Kim referred to as his prostitute amused Ron to no end. "Why yes Floyd. My prostitute and I would enjoy a nice magnum of your finest Champagne."

The two breezed past the Concierge to the first door on the left. Kim elbowed Ron in the ribs. "You are so going to pay for that."

"Yeah, I can afford it these days." Ron quipped as he opened the door.

Once inside the room Kim found herself pressed against the wall as Ron kissed her hard on the lips. Soon her dress was off and tossed across the room. Ron then pressed her to her knees. She undid his belt as the room phone began to ring. Groaning, Kim was learning to hate telephones.

Ron grabbed her by the hair and pulled her carefully backwards to a desk where the room phone was ringing. Kim finished pulling down his boxers and giggled as his erection popped free. Ron picked up the phone. "What…Yeah I'm in my room. Yeah, yeah, lights out at 11:00."

Giggling as Ron hung up the phone, Kim asked. "Now what should I do with this."

"Open wide, time to taste the glory of the Ron Dog."

Kim's mouth was soon full and she came close to gagging as she adjusted to Ron's size. He was rougher than he had been five years ago. Five years ago they were both inexperienced teens. Now they were older and Ron was definitely a man who knew what he wanted.

"Awwwww yeah, suck that dick."

Urged on by Ron's dirty talk, Kim gave the blow job of her life. If she hadn't drunk those beers she may have been a bit leery of how rough Ron was. But now she only found it intriguing. There was a knock on the door. The Champagne had arrived.

Pulling away from Kim's mouth, Ron pointed to the corner. "Wait over there till I get the door."

He quickly pulled the zebra print pants up and walked to the door. Kim quickly shed the rest of her clothes as Ron signed for the Champagne. She had a feeling this would be one for the ages. No more Smarty Mart parking lots. No more hiding in darkened parking lots in Laramie. No more trying to have sex in the Roth SL. They were in a suite. This was going to be some high dollar sex.

The popping of a cork caught her attention. Before her stood Ron all decked out in his pimp outfit pouring the Champagne into two crystal Champagne Flutes. This would be a night to remember. Grinning Ron handed her one of the glasses. "Better than in the backseat of that old car?"

"Much…" Kim said as she accepted the glass.

Giggling like teenagers, they both quickly downed the Champagne. Kim put her hand on Ron's chest. "Kind of over dressed aren't you?"

It didn't take him long to shed the rest of his clothes. There was little foreplay as Ron backed his former high school sweetheart back to the couch. He laid her back, positioned himself on top and quickly entered her.

Kim grunted at the quick pace Ron was setting. Thrusting away she could see his smile from behind the dangling golden letter "R" necklace that was swinging back and forth in front of her nose. Gasping at the approach of an impending orgasm, she closed her eyes and held on as the first of many orgasms swept over her..

"Bedroom…." Ron said as he helped her too her feet.

Unsteady and gasping for airs, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. She felt two big hands grasp her butt and lift her off the ground. Breathing hard Kim wrapped her legs around Ron's waist as he carried her to the bedroom.

Running both hands through his hair as she kissed him passionately, she couldn't help but think. "Ron is sooooooooooooo strong."

Laying Kim on the bed, he took his place once again between her legs. This time she was ready for it. Lifting her hips to allow easier penetration, Kim groaned as Ron slid inside her. She ran her hands over his powerful shoulders as he began thrusting into her.

Rugby she thought was no longer her favorite sport. It was once again, solidly football. She closed her eyes as Ron buried his face into the nape of her neck. She could feel another orgasm building. Her eyes went wide as she felt the passion release from her body.

Ron kept pounding away as another orgasm wracked her body. She thrust her hips back into him hard. She was grunting like an animal but she didn't care. She had never been with any man that was as strong as Ron.

She lost track of the number of orgasms she had. She was however acutely aware that she was having trouble breathing. Ron was showing no sign of slowing as he grunted and groaned on top of her. Kim opened her eyes to try and tell him that she couldn't breathe. A drop of sweat dripped from Ron's forehead dropped into her eye and it stung.

Panicking, she thought of the girl in Las Vegas with the collapsed lung. She tried to say something but couldn't draw a breath long enough to form a word. Kim desperately started to work her vaginal muscles. She had to bring him off before he killed her.

Feeling the approach of a much more powerful orgasm, she found she no longer had any control of her body. The orgasm hit her like a truck. Her eyes rolled up into her head as the orgasm coursed through her body. It was the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. Although she was only vaguely aware of it as she passed into unconsciousness.

Kim opened her eyes and much to her relief she wasn't dead. She could just imagine all the bad gossip around Global Justice once they learned she had been fucked to death. She was in a great deal of pain. She turned her head to see Ron asleep next to her.

"How long have I been out?" She thought.

She tried to sit up but found she couldn't. Groaning from pain she laid once again flat on her back. She gasped as a flutter past through her stomach. A remnant of the sex she had missed once she was unconscious. A mini orgasmic tremor passed through her body. She gasped, "Oh God…"

Now other sensations reached her. She was now aware the bedding underneath her from the waist down was soaked. She tried once again to sit up. This time she was successful. Now seated on the corner of the bed she surveyed her soundings. Glancing around the bedroom she spotted the bathroom.

Trying to rise from the bed was more of an ordeal than she imagined. Her legs were shaking so badly she had to sit back down. She gasped as another mini orgasm passed through her. "Damn you Ron." She whispered.

Breathing returned to normal she tried to make it to bathroom again. Stumbling across the floor she used the dresser for support as she made her way to the bathroom door. Once inside she sat heavily on the stool. She groaned as she could feel the rest of Ron's seed pour out of her. Thoughts of her mother came to mind. If only her mother had only told her how messy sex could be she'd still be a virgin.

Another mini orgasm passed through her body. She gasped and began to cry. These were not tears of pain or sadness, just raw emotion. The five rugby players from earlier in the week came to her mind. She chuckled as she wiped at her tears. They were nothing compared to what Ron had just put her through.

Finally she decided to turn on the lights to see just how much damage had been inflected upon her. Legs shaking she crossed the bathroom floor and closed the door quietly. Turning on the lights she nearly jumped as she saw her reflection in the mirror. Closing her eyes to get them adjusted to the light she opened them again slowly.

Her lips were swollen, hair was a mess, and red purplish bruises were developing on her shoulders from where Ron held her down while he fucked her. Smiling all she could think to say was, "Wow…"

Stumbling back over to the toilet she sat down on it heavily. There was no permanent damage but she was so sore and her legs just wouldn't stop shaking. Inhaling deeply and exhaling, she felt some semblance of control coming over her again. She tore a length of toilet paper and wiped herself. Much to her relief there was no blood. The wet gooey mess was just her and Ron's mess.

"OK, OK, OK…" She said to herself as she tried to make her mind focus. She decided that it would be best if she were gone when Ron woke up. A tiny bit of guilt crept into her mind. Maybe she shouldn't have slept with Ron. What kind of message did this send?

Kim pushed the thought from her mind. She was still here to do a job and had been sidetracked away from it enough as it is. That was a good excuse, but not a reason to leave. The real reason she thought was that Ron just plain scared her. He really wasn't her Ron anymore.

Standing, she decided to make her way towards the front room of the suite. Towards her clothing so she could get dressed. Once outside the bedroom, she closed the door and then groped in the dark for a light switch. She turned on a lamp next to the leather couch. Finding her clothes she dressed quickly. She grimaced as she saw her pantyhose. She didn't care how it looked she knew there was no way she could put them on in the shape she was in. So she shoved them into the pocket of her leather coat.

Staggering over towards a leather backed chair in front of a desk she sat down once again. Pulling out her cell phone she checked the time. Groaning she saw that it was 3:30 AM. She exhaled heavily. Looking around the spacious room she saw Ron's clothes wadded up on the floor not far away.

Grinning she scooted the chair on rollers towards his clothes. Her detective skills were in high gear. She picked up the zebra print pimps coat and quickly rifled through it. She came up with Ron's cell phone and his wallet.

She rolled back toward the desk and laid them on it. Taking up Ron's wallet first she went towards the pictures. The girl in the picture that had clearly disturbed Ron was who she was interested in at the moment. Finding the picture she studied it closer. They both appeared to be happy. Next she pulled the picture from the plastic sleeve and turned it over. Much to her disappointment there was no writing on the back. "Oh well…" She mumbled as she replaced the photo.

Turning her attention back to the wallet she looked over his credit cards. He had a few pieces of plastic but not an outrageous number of credit cards. She looked at his Wyoming driver's license, it was close to expiring. The picture on the license was the Ron she had known, skinny and boyish. The picture was from when they were still together.

Now for the rest of the contents, Ron had $1,200 in one hundred dollar bills. A collection of business cards from various companies, several free passes to Miami area night clubs. Kim thought about confiscating the passes but decided against it. Ron might get mad and besides what's a cover charge to a guy that has $1,200 in his wallet.

An evil idea came to her. She giggled as she opened the drawer of the desk to pull out a notepad and pen. She quickly scribbled a note and tore it from the pad. She next took $200 from Ron's wallet and slipped it into the pocket of her coat.

Replacing the pad and pen she now turned her attention to that damn cell phone. She turned it off and turned it on and quickly entered the number as it powered up into her own phone. She would give Ron a call Monday night if she didn't hear from him before then. Somehow she knew she'd be the one making the call.

Casually she breezed through the numbers in his phone book. There were many athletes she'd heard of but couldn't place to a team or a sport. Most probably football she thought. Two numbers however jumped out at her, Sheila Go and Martin Smarty.

Having one of the richest men in the world in your phones memory would be considered impressive. Shego on the other hand wasn't nearly so. She narrowed her green eyes towards the bedroom door. Could Ron be under the influence of some kind of Drakken mind control experiment?

She'd have to run the idea by Wade and get his opinion. Still if it was mind control that was making Ron act so mean it wasn't doing his career any harm. She quickly replaced the wallet and phone in the jacket and laid it where she had found it. Her cursory detective work was now finished.

Now in control of more of her body she picked up her note and crept back into the bedroom. Kim winced at the large wet stain on the bed next to her lover. She could also swear there was an impression in the bed where she had lain as her man had tried to pound her through to the floor.

Then she focused on Ron, admiring his naked form. One thing was for certain, all of those muscles were not just for show. The man lying on that bed was one powerful human being. Her pelvic area wracked with pain, she had a good appreciation of just how powerful.

Leaving the note on his dresser, Kim crept out of the room. She made her way to the hall. The overnight Concierge was on duty. He smirked at her in a knowing way. "Would Madame care for me to call a taxi for her?"

Kim smiled, "Please do…"

The man arraigned transportation for her. As he did, he eyed her up and down. "You must be new? I don't recall seeing you here before."

She didn't answer. Kim decided it best if she not consorted with the staff.

"What agency shall I bill the taxi to?" The man asked.

Feeling a bit superior, Kim waved an airy hand. "Oh, just pick one."

The man called out the name of the taxi company to call for as Kim stepped onto the elevator. It was late and she had to get home and get some rest. It was going to take at least a day to recover from a night with Ron Stoppable.