Moving On

An Irish Catholic Conscience II

By Pat Squared


It was time to act.

Tim Possible instantly awoke ready to add a little more heat to the fires that he planned to enjoy in hell. He had prepared his gear for the task. A basic ensemble of black sans pearls he was ready to consume another life in his quest.

Tim drew his local knockoff of a suppressed Walther PPK .22LR pistol. It's steel wool sound suppressor would only be good for two or three shots, but Tim had carefully selected some German made subsonic frangible ammunition. It was crude, but it was crude in a beautiful kind of way...a way that only an experience cleaner like Tim Possible could appreciate. The prewar-German workmanship was flawless. Tim's locally fabricated copy was just every bit as accurate as it's Teutonic ancestor. Tim tested the rig without the silencer and he could consistently place the bullet in the brainstem at twenty one feet. He personally worked over the trigger group to release the hammer cleanly. Tonight, it would be more like twenty one millimeters between the muzzle of the sound suppressor and the base of his targets skull.

Everything was in position. He would never come back to this room. He formatted the computer hard disk drive with a utility that Wade developed. It not only cleaned everything out, but left a little virus to destroy any computer that attempts to scope out the hard drive. As for the rest, an incendiary device would ensure that the room would be denuded of any biological evidence of his passing. Tim had scrubbed down the walls and fixtures.

The Cossack would be just another ghost story whispered about by Russian mob hit men and bodyguards. The perfect assassin would strike. The ledgers would be intact, the bearer bonds inside the safe would disappear, and be sold to a fence that Tim hated. The fence would be shook down, but the fence did not know anything except for the figure was an Irishman with a Belfast accent. Slowly the money would be laundered allowing Tim to keep pursuing his quarry.

Despite it being spring, Russian nights were as cold as Stalin's soul. However, Tim was sweating. He followed just behind a pair of Russian policemen. They were smoking.

Don't you know that smoking is bad for your health? Trust me I know, I actually read the warnings labels every time I light up.

However, Tim would let the harsh chemicals in the cigarettes claim the two policemen in their own time. As for him, Tim did not plan on living long enough to get emphysema. In England, he picked up a carton of Death cigarettes. He brought it home and gave it to his mother as a joke. He liked the brand. It delivered what it promised. Too bad it did not work fast enough.

As expected the two policemen made a left at a certain intersection and Tim ducked right into an alley. It would be half a block to the bank, but Tim did not plan on walking up to the front doors and going to the tellers to make a midnight withdrawal.

The rear of the bank held the executive offices. The well guarded basement held the well guarded servers. Security was typically Russian...submachine guns wielded by idiots. Tim made his way to a storage closet. There the guards had spare uniforms and he liberated one of them. The uniform fit in the typical Soviet way, but uniforms in this place were designed by the blind for the midgets. The guards were huddled around an ancient television watch some English Premier League game while Tim Possible liberated an access card. Tim slipped away. The card would not be missed for a couple of hour.

Time walked down the hallways keeping his head down so that the ceiling mounted cameras could not get a good look at his face...at least what was not covered with a cosmetic prosthetic. As usual the mark was in his office on the phone with his New York money man. Tim waited for the call to be over.

"Gregory Alexovich, you have not paid your protection fee this month."

Tim's target looked up and felt Tim's muzzle in the back of his head. He did not feel anything else as Tim pulled the trigger twice. Tim dropped the pistol next to the body on the floor.

Tim opened the safe and withdrew the ledgers he sought. Taking some books and a ruler, Tim prepared a spy's high speed copy station. He angled the lamp to illuminate the lettering and started taking photos of each and every page he could find.

Tim could read Russian, but not rapidly enough to sort out trash from gold in the short time before Gregory would be missed. One by one Tim shot two photos of each page. There were three ledgers and Tim started with the earliest.

Suddenly the door opened and Tim saw a young lady freeze. Tim leapt and had the girl on the ground and her mouth covered before she could raise the alarm. From his research, this was Marie, one of the secretaries. A kind soul that always gave the Cossack a few coins...now he would have to kill her.

In Russian, Tim warned, "I will release my hands from your mouth. If you scream you will end up like Gregory Alexovich. Now be a dear and sit with your face against the door with your hands where I can see them."

Slowly Tim pulled back and retrieved his pistol. She noted the sound suppressor and knew that no one would hear the shot if he pulled the trigger. Tim dropped the bearer bonds in his bag.

"What is your name?"

"Marie Ivanoa Romanov."

"Marie, I did not plan on you enjoying the festivities, but you are coming with me. Do you have a car?"

Marie shook her head. City-dwelling females typically did not drive in Russia. If a family had a vehicle, it was the men who used it.

"You will march by my side. You will pretend to be my girlfriend. One misstep and your next residence is the graveyard. Nod if you understand."

Marie nodded.

The professional part of him wanted to kill her. She saw his face up close. She could raise the alarm. She heard the click of the camera and knew that he was after more than the bonds.

However, Tim had not killed a female before...at least not an innocent one. DNA Amy was one thing. She had to go or the world would be overpopulated with cuddle-bunnies. But he could not kill young girls...especially one that was cute enough to have him start contemplating some other nocturnal activity.

Christ Tim, stop thinking with your pecker and start thinking with your brain. Marie is a threat. Marie...

He was no longer thinking of her as a target, an obstacle to be removed, an it, a non-person. He was thinking of her as a living human being and the thought unmanned him.

"Up."

Tim walked next to her his face in her strawberry blond hair...his gun in her side.

"Remember the drill, you will be the first one shot should anyone act up."

"Da," She whimpered.

"Good girl, don't cry and you will live to see tomorrow."

However she was crying. Tim knew that she believed that he would kill her. If he had to ask himself, he would probably be the first to admit it.

Slowly the twenty three meters to the smoker's exit stretched to twenty three leagues. Every step, Tim swore that the pistol was becoming heavier. The act of looking normal was more draining than the act of taking a life.

Tim kept a death grip on the Russian girl as he made his way to the parking garage.

"Which one is Gregory's car?"

Tim knew but he asked her anyways.

"White Mercedes 230SLK...One with red tax sticker."

Tim had gotten a universal key. It was one of Wade's inventions and allowed Tim to steal just about any car in the world. He motioned Marie into the rear passenger seat and activated the child locks. He then climbed into the driver's seat.

"No noise and put on your restraint belt. Seat in the middle of the seat where I can see you in the mirror. If you are a good girl, I will let you out somewhere along the ring road. Nod if you understand."

Marie was whimpering as she nodded. Tim knew that she expected him to kill her. She saw him. Worse, the authorities would suspect her of cooperating in the murder and theft. Even if that, the Russian mob would kill her just because she might be linked to him.

Tim turned on the radio to catch the news. However the radio could not cover the sounds of crying.

Her life is over. Killing her quickly is the most merciful way out for her.

However, when he tried to imaging putting the muzzle of his pistol to her head and pulling trigger, Tim could not.

Her, forget about her.

However, Tim could not kill a her. He could kill an it all day. Monkey Fist was an it. Motor Ed was an it. Gill was an it. DNA Amy was an it. The moment an it became a her he lost his ability to be utterly ruthless.

Why can't she fight back? Why doesn't she resist? Can't she see that she is going to be killed by someone if I don't kill her?

Tim knew that he was going nuts. He had killed dozens. He had tortured and maimed. He had laugh at the screams of his victims. He had drunk down great gulps of madness. Now he could not hurt someone that threatens his existence.

Tim knew that no matter what he did, it would be the wrong decision. Not even if he ate a bullet right now could she be saved.

What am I going to do with her? I can't kill her. I can't leave her to suffer. I can't do anything. Curse you mom. Why did I have to be raised Irish Catholic? I do not remember spending all that much time in church and yet I am still stuck with the guilt.

Tim looked at the sobbing girl in the back seat of the now deceased Gregory Alexovich's Mercedes wondering just how much longer until he would eat the bullet. He had just messed up an innocent life and there were no good options.


Ronald Stoppable Possible cursed his conscience. He was cursed with the double whammy as grandpa Stoppable would brag. Jewish father with an Irish Catholic mother meant that Ronnie inherited a double helix of guilt...one from each side of the family. Violetta was lucky to be a foster kid, Dr. Sanchez tried in vain to spoon feed his best pal with guilt every Friday in Lent along with the fish and on Sunday mornings down at the local parish church. Her DNA obviously did not come with guilt.

Violetta had gone too far, but Ronnie could not figure out how to stop her without losing their friendship. Violetta had found of the little lab books of Ronnie's uncles...the type that any sane government would slap a security classification.

"Don't worry. According to your uncles, the explosion was localized. It's just a bigger toilet bomb."

Ronnie remembered the last time they use the toilet bomb. The sisters had the pair cleaning all the toilets for a month to make sure there was no residual explosive in the piping.

"Besides, we timed the mix to only go off when Sis...sister Bernadine goes to the restroom. All you have to do is put a little pill into her drink. It will dissolve and make her want to go to the restroom. It would be our final hurrah before we go to Junior High."

Ronnie was feeling very uncomfortable about this prank. Violetta was usually the sly one, the one telling him to tone it down. Now she was one already dancing to the imaginary explosions.

"Come on, Ronnie. It's just like the time you drop the liquid colon cleaner in the soccer team's water jug."

Ronnie looked at his best pal. She tossed in the face and the deal was sealed.

"You owe me for this Vee."

"Don't worry, I will make it worth your while. Say the latest Ripper game. I got a bootleg of the Japanese version with no censored scenes."

Normally Ronnie would sell his soul to get the sold out video game. It was so violent that every mother was protesting the company which meant that every self-respecting kid had to have one in his or her game console. If that was gold, the Japanese version was totally platinum. But that was normally. However of late his interest in ultra-violent video game mayham was fading.

Ronnie wondered what was wrong with him. Things were changing along with Violetta's chest line. Like all self-respeciting twelve year old males who were ungoing the start of puberty, Ronnie had the mandated Playboy magazine hidden under his mattress. Unlike the other boys, his porno hookup happened to be his grandfather. Grandpa Possible had slipped it to Ronnie so that Ronnie would be attracted to girls not end up like his uncle Jim. Grandpa Possible was weird that way. Grandma said that grandpa was always wierd.

Ronnie remembered when he and Violetta thought nothing of stripping off their clothes and play in the lake when they were younger. Now he was finding himself trying to peek on his best friend when she was changing. Violetta was also inspiring something different in his gut. Ronnie could not figure it out. He wanted to but then he felt guilty about it.

Violetta smiled and his stomach turned. This only to confuse Ronnie more. She was too busy with her plan to notice that he could see Violetta's pink and green stripped underwear as he looked up her skirt. Ronnie knew that something was really wrong. His thing had a habit of trying to stand and he found himself hiding the fact behind anything he could find.

"I'll be back, Vee. I got to run to the bathroom."

"We're locked out until your mom gets home, Ronnie. You left the keys on the desk."

"Then where?"

Violetta smacked her pal in the forehead with her palm while exhaling the duh.

"Duh, behind the bushes. I got to go too, follow me."

Violetta grabbed Ronnie by the hand and lead him behind the bushes. She slide off her panties and squatted. Ronnie turned red in the face and quickly turned around.

"Idiot. You have been trying to peek at me for the past two months and when I let you peek you...Gods, how can I sha...say it any clearer. I don't care if you peek. In fact I like it."

"You...what?"

Ronnie caught himself turning around.

"Guys always try to peek in on pretty girls. Every time you tried to peek, you were telling me that I was pretty. Also when you're tying to hide your tent, you are cute. All the girls ask me about your thing."

"They what?"

"They ask me. Girls talk to other girls about the strangest things. Don't worry, I just sma..smile back and tell them they missed out."

Ronnie was now beyond lost. Violetta was leading him to some unknown place. Violetta removed her top and her skirt. He decided to follow where the path lead.

"Now that you get to look at me...I want to look at you too. After all, I went first."

Ronnie found himself standing in the buff with his stick sticking out. He wanted to cover his face but Vee grabbed his hands. Ronnie's heart was beating a mile a minute. He had looked at photographs but here was the first live naked girl. He did not know what to do and neither did Vee. However, Vee being the most adventurous took a step towards Ronnie.

"Am I pretty?" she asked.

Her voice was not strong. Her green eyes locked unto his.

"Very pretty."

Ronnie reached out and found himself touching her breast. It was soft and yet some instinct clicked in. He reached out with his other hand to touch her other breast.

"You're cute when you blush."

She touched his chest. She tilted her head up and was pulling his face into hers for a kiss.

It was at that moment that his mother caught the two of them playing doctor.

145 Able Lane became ground zero for a 1,000 megaton explosion. Ronnie found his right ear being yanked by his fuming mother as the other hand operated the speed dial feature on her cell phone. His mother was calling Dr. Robert Sanchez, Vee's foster mom, and telling her to drop what she was doing and come down and pick up Vee. Vee had picked up all the the clothes and was following Ron and his mom to the house.

Dr. Sanchez came with a DVD that Ronnie and Vee did not want to see. It was the video of Vee's mother giving birth. The blood and scream sickened both the thirteen year-olds and the image of someone as small as Vee was giving birth shook the pair up.

Kim was yelling, "See what happen when you start playing doctor. Vee's mother died from giving birth. Ronnie, do you want to see your best friend die that way? In pain, screaming because you could not be a man and say no."

The adults separated the pair.

"You are both grounded until you are eighteen and have your own place. Until then you will not be alone with Violetta, if we ever decide that you can see one another."

"But mom..."

But mom only spurred on Ron's mom to new heights.

"Are you only going to but mom me when Violetta's nine months pregnant with your kid? Are you only going to but mom me when Roberta and I are already grandmothers? But mom is not a contraceptive device, young man. Violetta has periods. That means that she can get pregnant...especially if you two are playing doctor without a condom. If I ever caught you and Violetta playing doctor again, I will have your grandfather send you up in a space probe to the nearest black hole. Do you understand me?"

Ronnie and Violetta were forced to repeat the words and threats from both the 'rent's mouths. He finally learned what puta ina mu mean along with a new host of obscenities and bodily threats in Spanish and Tagalog. Along with the threat of having both his heads loped off with a rusty bolo knife and fed to the local rodent population.

However despite all the pain and shame of being caught naked by the 'rent, nothing hurt worst than the look on Violetta's face when Dr. Sanchez in anger told her that Violetta was not her daughter anymore. Nothing destroyed the young girl as that statement. The last that Ron would see of her for a long time was her running crying into the bathroom.

It was all his fault.

Because of Ronnie, Violetta had lost everything. Ronnie knew that as a foster kid, Violetta could always be returned back to the agency. He had cost his pal everything. She was now without a family because of him. He was ordered to his room and put something on as both the mother's...mother and Violetta's caretaker...try to coax a hysterical twelve year old girl out of the guest bathroom.


Tim Possible looked on the form of the young lady he had kidnapped.

He had driven for two days eastward before abandoning the car and stealing another which he drove two more days. This was the fifth day without sleep for either of the pair.

Marie was finally exhausted by the ordeal and fell asleep. Tim had dismantled the gun and removed the firing pin before reassembling it. He pocketed the firing pin. He then lay across in front of the door of the woodsman hut wondering why he evened bothered to remove the firing pin. If she woke up, she could have ended the pain.

There were a lot more nasty ways to die then to have one's brains blown out. Tim knew. He had research and actually used gruesome methods of death on his victims. He let the cuddle bunnies starve until they were mad with hunger and then let them feast on the flesh of DNA Amy while she was still alive. He had skinned Monkey Fist and made him eat his own flesh. He had braided Motor Ed's broken limbs through the spokes of his tires. He had slowy dipped various part of Gill in a monsterous deep fat fryer and turned the mutant into fish sticks. He had...he had become more monstrous than the predator he sought to eliminate.

He wondered want would have happened if Ron and Kim knew what he had become. Not that it mattered since they would never know. No one would since the fact would destroy them.

He closed his eyes waiting for sleep to drag him off to his nightmarish visions.


Kim Possible tossed and turned in her bed.

Something was wrong, like she was overlooking something familiar.

Ronnie was like his father is so many ways it hurt sometimes to even look at him. He had the same cluelessness when dealing with women. He was clumsy and tripped over his feet a lot like his father did before the final growth spurt matched his body to the size of his feet. Like his father, Ronnie was blindly following along with his best pal since Pre-K.

Violetta reminded Kim of herself. Despite a medical condition that sometimes landed her in the hospital, Violetta was just a driven and aggressive as Kim was. She was driven by a need to push herself to do more...to prove to the world that she was not just as good but better. The only difference was the Violetta was more willing to break the rules and push the boundries set by others.

Violetta's numerous profitable schemes and pranks proved that the girl could be more cynical than any $1,000 per hour attorney and yet still held a child-like trust where Ronnie was concerned. Ronnie was her blind spot, the one part where Violetta did not erect a shield between her and the rest of the world.

Enough, Kim. Ronnie is still your little boy. Even if he is a tall as you and a little heavier.

Ronnie was growing up. She did not need the incident to make it clear. His body was not the same body she saw when she changed his diapers. Altough he was still young, Kim noticed that his upper body was beganing to bulk up. He showed signs of inheriting her father's tall build.

Kim knew just exactly how long she held unto her chastity from the moment she left the house. She and Ron Stoppable did not even make it to cruising altitude leat alone their condo in New York. With Ronnie obviously going through puberty and already having been selected by a very determined girl to be her boy toy. That pretty much sealed Ronnie's fate. Kim knew that she would have to keep a very close eye on the pair.

Kim remembered what it was like to be consumed by passion. She still remembered all the times dessert involve dipping of a certain Jewish boy's sausage into her honey pot.

However, those memories aside. Violetta reminded her of someone she once knew. Kim when down the names of all her high school classmates. Violetta can be meaner that Bonnie, but Violetta did not use the food chain...She was above it. Violetta can be quiet and shy like Tara at time. She was a martial arts addict like Monique was an addict to pro wresling, but Violetta preferred Smarty Mart to higher end stores. However, none of them were the fit that Kim was looking for.

Kim was looking for a tough, cyncical, make your own rules personality, a disregard for fashion, and yet deep down would drop everything to help the ones she loved. She was looking for someone she once knew. However the name and face eluded her. It was familiar. It was someone that Kim knew really well.

A thousand little incidents added up to a sense of deja vu for the former teen heroine. The problem was figuring which moment in time was repeating.

Who did Violetta remind her of?


Roberta Sanchez watch as her foster daughter listlessly did all the household chores for two weeks straight without prompting. The old Violetta would fight tooth and nail to avoid housework, but this defeat girl merely did her tasks without uttering a single word. In fact, the teen did not utter a word since the incident.

The child psychologist realized that she had made the biggest mistake that anyone could make...going off half-cocked.

Violetta acted confident and tough. However, despite all the strength Violetta could display at times, the child had her share insecurities. In the heat of anger, Roberta attacked Violetta's biggest weakness. Violetta did not have a family, at least a legally recognized family.

Growing up, Violetta had considered her Auntie 'Berta to be her mother. Why shouldn't she...Tita 'Berta fed her, changed her diapers, took her to the doctors, attended her piano recitals, gymnastics competitions, kung fu lessons, and wishu demonstrations. To the child, being a foster kid was just some legal thing that would sort itself out like everything else in her life has sorted itself out.

When that second grade teacher had Violetta do that family tree project, Violetta for the first time realized that what the child believed to be her family was not really her family. It was the first time the child was force to confront the fact that she did not have parents like all the other kids had.

When Roberta blew up, she had destroyed the foundation that Violetta based her entire life on. Violetta believed that her Tita 'Berta would always be there for her. With a single sentence, Robert Sanchez distroyed the foundation of Violetta's life. Now Violetta was acting more like the unwanted guest at the banquet instead of the daughter of the house.

"Violetta come here and sit down."

The young teen walked over and sat. Before Roberta could compose her thought, Violetta opened her mouth.

"Miss Sanchez, I don't belong here. I am sha...sha...sha...sorry that I was an ungrateful burden and turned my back on all you gave me. I packed my ska...ska...school things and a couple changes of clothing into my backpack. I don't have enough money to pay you back for everything you did for me. But I left you all the money that Ronnie and I had made on our ska...ska...scams. I am ready to be taken away by Miss McComb to the girls' home anytime you want."

It was that moment that Roberta knew that nothing else she could do could hurt the child more.

"This is your home. You grew up here. Listen to me Violetta. I snapped. You and Ronnie were growing up and exploring and I did not prepare you for the consequences. I was the one who messed up. I was the one who did not control my anger."

Roberta held her sobbing foster daughter to her chest.

"Please don't lie to me. You taught me that if the thought was not there the words won't come out. You were right to tell me that I am not your daughter. I earned your hate. You gave me everything and I failed to be the daughter that you deserve. I understand that I failed you. I was acting like a sla...slut...like my real mom. Worse, my real mom was forced into it. Mom was beat up and put on the red crystal. I just let...I told him to stra...st...strip off his clothes. I was the little whore. I belong with all the other girls who..."

Roberta shook the little sobbing mess.

"No you weren't. I was angry because I let something happen to me at your age and I did not wnat you to suffer like I did. I had just arrived at the orphanage. My parents died in the car accident and my paternal grandmother, Grace, was in the hospital dying. There was no one else left to take care of me. There was a guy who worked at the house. He told me that my grandmother was dying that I would remain at the home. I never felt so alone. This was before I meet your Tita Lori.

"One day, the man told me that they were finalizing the paperwork to send me over to another home. One that only permanent cases went to. I did not want to go. To go would forever sentence me to living in a home. He told me there was one way. He took me to a small closet and made me...do things with him that I did not want to do. He told me that as long as I kept my mouth shut and as long as I did the things with him, he would ensure that the paperwork was held up.

"He made me his special girl and for nearly a year, I did all the disgusting thing he told me to do. I was not much older than your mother when I was forced to do this. He had a disease...he gave me this disease. When the doctor checked me out, it was too late for me. The sickness made sterile...I couldn't have a child of my own. There were three other girls who also were his victims. He knew about the check-up schedule and fled before the authorities could get to him. I know that Ronnie has not done what you two were about to do. However, I was afraid that...I did not want you to go through what I went through. I did not want you to lose your future and your innocence as I have lost my future.

"You are my only child, Violetta. Maybe, I did not push you out of my womb. But I caught you. I changed your diapers and put with your incessant singing of Itchy Bitchy 'pi-der every time you saw a bug without slugging you into next week. I hope that you will allow me to be there when you graduate, marry, and have your child. I am going to tell you a secret. My degree is a Ph.D. Ph.D. simply means is piled higher and deeper. And I don't mean cherry blossoms and rose peddles. My other two degrees are BS and MS. Can you guess what they mean?"

The look on the girl's face change as she worked her way through the acronyms.

"Bullshit and more shi...shit. So I end up in college to get a degree in moving shi...shit. Thanks for the enlightenment."

Roberta was actually happy to her Violetta use obscenities. The old Violetta was returning.

"Does that mean the grounding's off?"

Roberta knew that when Violetta began negotiations, she was starting to put the worst of the incident behind her.

"No. Nice try. Becides I would wait for Tita Kim to calm down first, otherwise you risk getting Ronnie grounded for even longer than he already is. Besides, there are some things we need to talk about first."

Roberta heard the familiar moan.

"Don't tell me, lecture nine opus two ninty eight - The birds and the bees."


Ronnie Possible woke up the instant the window opened.

It was his best pal. She closed the window.

"As you going get into trouble?"

Vee smirked, "What's the worst thing you mother can do? Launch you to a black hole. If you don't already know that I would sneak into the cockpit with you then you really are dumb."

"Christ, if my mom."

"You mom would be the least of my worries. I came to tell you that I am not upset that we did what we did."

"What! But I don't want you to have...have to go away or die."

"Listen Ronnie. Don't let your guilt control you. We learn a little lesson. We get caught. We figure out what went wrong. And we get back on the coaster like we always do.

"I caught my Tita 'Berta at a weak point. I just came here to tell you the game plan to get you out of your grounding. I want you to be an obedient boy. Actually start doing all the household chores without being asked and mope around the house. When your mother acts you if you want to do something fun, say no thank you and that it's not fun without Vee around, and if she pushes just say why waste the money, it not fun without me. I want you to act like you have been brain washed by the gnomes and that you are a robot. No emotions...just bland as the lunch lady's pasta. In a few weeks, your mom would freak out with the monk act and do anything to have her normal boy back."

"But..."

Vee hushed Ronnie.

"Don't worry about me getting pregnant. I will make sure that we don't risk it. You don't have to push the baby out of your gut. You're a boy. You end of human reproduction is to plant the baby in a girl. There is no way in hell I'm pushing out a baby until I am much older, thank you very much, Mr. Possible. Besides, we have the megaton toilet bomb to plant. This Friday would be so perfect. The fat nun doesn't have a chance."

The pair had their game plan for the final prank of their elementry carreer. Without further word, they agree to put off anything that involved the potential of having a baby erupting out of the stomach like the creature in Aliens and focus on their first love...creating chaos.

The pair cuddled and kissed before Violetta crawled back out the window, but not before Violetta handed Ronnie the green and pink stripe panties she wore that day.

"Don't lose it or I will make you wear it on your head. Next time, you're making the midnight trip and risking your neck climbing up to my window, glow face boy."

Ronnie glowed red in the face.