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Chapter 10

Where the Money At

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"Ooooh, Ron Ron," the bare bottomed and breasted brunette moaned in boisterous bliss as she blandly rolled off of the birthday suited blond boy's body. (Don't you just love alliteration?) "You really know how to please a lady."

"Who sez you're a lady, Bon Bon?" Ron teasingly chuckled as he languidly stretched out in the large, king sized bed in Bonnie's bedroom.

"Ron Ron," Bonnie playfully whined as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gave him a loving peck on the cheek before she thought about it for a second or two. "I guess you're right. A proper lady wouldn't have done some of the things we tried today."

It was Sunday afternoon and the two teens had really enjoyed the sexual romp that'd lasted well over two hours. Bonnie's mother was suppose to be home that evening so this was the last time they would be able to freely use the bedroom unless Mrs. Rockwaller wasn't around. Ron's parents were suppose to be home either this evening or tomorrow morning so they were out of luck to have free reign in Ron's house too.

That was the main concern Kim, Bonnie and Ron had at the moment. Where were they going to hold their promiscuous playtime once Ron's parents and Bonnie's mother came home? Kim and Ron had used his bedroom during their one-on-one tryst on Friday and yesterday's adventure into adulthood between the three of them had turned in to a moving orgy throughout the entire Stoppable house. (Some of the athletic activities on the stairs and in the attic tested their bodies flexibility to the limits.) But the 'rents would be home soon and that would really put a damper on things unless they could come up with another venue.

They'd thought long and hard about the situation and what the three of them had come up wasn't very promising. Kim had thought about asking Monique to invite them over but, again, a parental presence might interfere and Bonnie thought that if they did use the dark-skinned girl's bedroom, Monique would want to join in on the fun. Bonnie definitely didn't want that to happen.

Ron had suggested the tree house, but the tiny arboreal shack wasn't winterized so that idea was shelved due to nightly sub-freezing temperatures. Of course the aerial abode could be insulated, electrically wired and also heated but that would take a few days of contracted work. (Not to mention that the floors would have to be reinforced for the additional weight.) Surely Ron's father would question the wisdom of refurbishing the seldom used tree house, especially since Ron would be going off to college with Kim in a few years.

Between the Tweebs, parents and unwanted extra persons, the Rockwaller, Possible and Stoppable houses, along with any friend's houses, were out of the question.

"What if we rented an apartment somewhere nearby?" Ron casually threw out to Bonnie as they cuddled post bliss.

"That's a great idea!" Bonnie enthusiastically started before she thought about it. "No, wait a minute. You have to be at least eighteen years old before you're allowed to rent an apartment. That is unless you have an adult co-sign the lease. Nice try, though."

They laid there in each other's embrace for a few minutes before Ron questioned, "What if we were emaciated?"

"What would being too thin have to do with finding a place to make love?" Bonnie queried, not knowing exactly what Ron was talking about. She was finally getting used to his randomness so Bonnie didn't get angry with him for his off-the-wall thought.

"It has nothing with being skinny," Ron chuckled at the thought running through his head. Some, if not most of the girls in school had this weird, almost obsessive idea that they were too fat and wanted to lose weight. He thought it was just plain silly to worry so much about their weight and eating habits. He didn't worry about it so why should they?

"Then what exactly are you talking about?"

"Oh," Ron was brought out of his random thinking about not worrying about his weight and having a Naco or three for dinner. "Ah, I was just thinking back to when KP and I were declared emaciated by our parents so we could travel on our own to get to the labs and lairs that are out of the country whenever we needed to stop a take over the world plan."

Bonnie had to think about that awkward sentence for a second before she put two and two together and understood what Ron had meant. She leaned out of Ron's grasp and inquired, "Do you mean you and K are emancipated minors?"

"Yeah," Ron pensively thought and nodded, "that sounds about right. My parents and the doctors P had to sign a bunch of papers to declare us emasculate minors... or immaculate minors, or whatever you said. All I could think about at the time was that it meant we could go down in a tunnel underground and dig for gold."

"What?"

"You know, because they said we were miners."

"When did this happen?" Bonnie questions, trying to forget about all of the wrong words Ron had come up with and focus on what she thought he meant.

"Oh, it happened the first time KP and I went up against Shego and Drakken three years ago," Ron quickly answered. "We'd gone to Japan to check out Mr. Nakasumi-san's stolen toy making machine and the U.S. customs guys wouldn't let us back into the country after the mission until our parents came down and signed all the paperwork."

"Okay, so that means you and K are considered adults and you could rent an apartment without your parents permission," Bonnie nodded, finally getting to the root of their discussion and loving where it was headed. "Now all we have to do is find an apartment nearby, rent one of the units and then we can continue to make love whenever we want to without our parents knowing about it."

"There's an apartment building that's only a block from the school that might work," Ron suggested. "And I know they have a few openings."

"How would you know about that?" Bonnie queried.

"Because I own the place," Ron nonchalantly answered as if it were common knowledge. "My dad wanted me to buy some income property, whatever that means, with my first Naco check a few years ago. He oversees the everyday operations but once a week he tells me all about what's going on there when we get together to go over my finances."

"And you think there's a unit that's open right now?" Bonnie asked as she quickly got out of bed and started to get dressed.

"Probably," Ron shrugged as he followed suit and got off the bed to start getting dressed. "There's always a coupla apartments that are open. Why do you ask?"

"Because we can use one of the apartments as our love nest," Bonnie smiled as it appeared that their problem had been solved. "Don't you get it? If we use one of the apartments then we won't have to worry about our parents walking in on us when we get together to make love."

"Oh, I get it," Ron said as it finally dawned on him. "Then it's probably a good thing that dad lets me use one of the furnished apartments to store my action figures and other stuff in."

"Wait!" Bonnie angrily came to a screeching halt in the bedroom doorway, swiftly turned around and stopped Ron with a straight arm to the chest. "Do you mean to tell me I've been worried about my mom walking in on us in the bedroom and you've had the solution to our problem all along?"

"You've been worrying about something?" Ron jokingly begged as he stepped around her and started down the stairs. "I didn't know. Com'on. KP is the only other person that's seen my action figure collection. Ya gotta see it!"

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Bonnie was simply flabbergasted. She was looking at a fully furnished, two bedroom apartment but there were boxed action figures, unused video games, rare Cuddle Buddies and other collectables just lying around haphazard everywhere.

"Why do you have so many toys?" Bonnie queried as she picked up a still-in-the-box action figure of the Fearless Ferret and Wonder Weasel (complete with a fully functioning grappling claw) and noticed that there were two other of the exact same thing under it. "And why do you have more than one of each?"

"They're an investment," Ron shrugged as he moved a couple of rare Cuddle Buddies, (a Possunk [half possum, half skunk] a Cabit [cat/rabbit] and something that looked like a cross between a dragon and a Yeti,) still in their original wrappers to one side so they would have some room to sit on the couch. "I figure they'll be worth a coupla buck in about twenty or thirty years and if I have more than one, then I can play with one of them. My dad sez they're more valuable if they stay in their original packages but I haven't had the time to play with any of them just yet."

"B-B-B-But," Bonnie stuttered in stunned astonishment as she picked up a Ultra Platinum Star Edition Pandaroo (only eight had been manufactured,) and plopped down next to Ron. She quickly gathered her wits about her and continued. "Some of these things are worth big bucks right now. How did you pay for all of them?"

"I told you I get an allowance, right?" Ron nonchalantly shrugged. Bonnie numbly nodded for him to go on. "Well, there you go."

"Ron," the brunette chided as she held out the Pandaroo, her secret affinity for the plush playthings that she never got a chance to indulge in since her sisters would tear her apart for it, showing through, "you have maybe fifty or sixty dollars worth of toys here. This Pandaroo is valued at close to six thousand dollars alone. How can you afford to buy all of this stuff with a piddly little allowance, especially if you stop at Bueno Nacho every day?"

"Welllll," Ron hemmed and hawed as he absently rubbed the back of his neck, "it's not all that piddly. Dad gives me about one tenth of the interest I earn from the money I got in the bank."

"And that amounts to..."

"Yeah, well, that's the thing," Ron anxiously said as he warily looked at anything other than the brunette sitting next to him. He wasn't keen on telling Bonnie since the last time she knew he had some big bucks, she'd latched onto him and got a ruby belt buckle out of it. He thought she might go all gold digger on him again if she knew how much he received each week. "It varies from week to week so it's never the same amount."

"Roooon!"

The blond boy let out a sigh in resignation. He knew Bonnie had been changing for the better so maybe she wouldn't try to weasel anything more out of him. With a heavy sigh he admitted, "My allowance is usually between five and six grand a week."

"Five and..." Bonnie gulped in awe and wonder.

"Six grand a week," Ron restated to complete her question with a nod. "And it just about doubles every time I get another check each year. That means I should get a raise in my allowance next week since I just got another check last month."

"But, why aren't you throwing your wealth around like you did when you got the first check?"

"Cause I was an idiot back then," Ron stated, disgusted with himself. "Mom and dad sat me down after I lost the first check and we discussed the importance of handling my money properly. After the talk, dad finally said that I had learned my lesson the hard way and left it at that. When the next Naco Royalty check came in, we all sat down again to figure out how to invest it wisely and dad keeps a close eye on it. This," Ron indicated the vast assortment of items in the apartment as he swept his hands around the room, "is the only splurging dad lets me do. He even makes me pay for the apartment out of the allowance."

"And K knows all about this?" Bonnie asked as she got up and wandered around the room, looking at the various toys and things.

"Actually, KP only knows about some of the stuff in here," Ron cryptically answered.

"Some of the stuff?" Bonnie warily questioned, knowing Ron was prone to either understate or over exaggerate most everything.

"Yeah, well, KP hasn't actually seen this room, let alone been in it," Ron nervously chuckled. "As a matter of fact, she doesn't know about the apartment building at all. She's only seen me buying a few action figures now and then so she does know about the whole entire collection."

In her wanderings, Bonnie found an album of baseball and football bubblegum cards. As she paged through the album she discovered a Willie Mays rookie card but the name had been misspelled leaving off the "s" at the end. She asked, "What about these cards?" Bonnie had been flipping through the TV channels one night and stumbled upon a fairly interesting show about two guys who bought abandoned storage units and sold the contents. They'd found an identical Willie Mays card, but not in as pristine condition as this one, and had sold it for some huge bucks.

"Oh, that old thing," Ron pshaw'ed with a casual wave of the hand. "That's my dad's album from when he was a kid. He wanted me to keep it here 'cause the room has better climate control than our basement."

"Do you even know what all you have in the apartment?" Bonnie queried as she went down the short hallway and looked in both of the bedrooms. One of the rooms was void of any collectables, just a normal looking bedroom, but the other bedroom had ten or twelve large cardboard boxes that were unopened and appeared to have just arrived by mail. "And what's in these boxes?"

"I got a kinda inventory on the computer in the living room," Ron answered as he joined her in the bedroom doorway, "and that's just some stuff I bought on the internet. I'll eventually get around to unboxing it and logging it into the computer." He pointed over to a stack of flatten boxes that was almost two feet thick in the corner and said, "And I guess it's time to take the empty boxes to the recycling depot too."

"That's all very interesting," Bonnie purred as she grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him across the hall, into the other bedroom, "but right now I think I want to find out how comfortable this bed is."