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Ron bounded up the walk to the Possible residence and let himself in. Fortunately Kim was busy with an after school project, so he didn't have to worry about her finding out that he'd been here, or why. Well, at least not right away. He intended to speak with Jim and Tim about the importance of keeping one's mouth shut. Ron had learned about that the hard way, and he was prepared to see that Jim and Tim learned the same way...if necessary. He found Kim's younger twin brothers in the family room playing video games.

"Hey Jim, hey Tim," Ron greeted them. "Hey Ron," they called back, not looking up from their game.

"Where's your mom? I need to ask her something."

"She and Dad are in the kitchen, arguing about Kim's stupid birthday party," Jim said disgustedly, eyes never leaving the screen. Now that Jim mentioned it, Ron could hear adult voices talking in...animated tones.

"Thanks for the info," Ron said and slipped out of the room. Jim and Tim didn't seem to notice him leaving, which was fine with him. They might not even remember that he'd been there at all.

Ron paused at the kitchen door to listen. Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible weren't exactly arguing, but they were having an intense discussion.

"Honey," Mr. Dr. Possible said, "I know Kimmy is growing up, and I want her party to be a success, but just her and Josh going out for an after party dinner is too much." Mr. Dr. P paused, as if waiting for his wife to object. When she didn't he plowed on. "I mean, if it was her and Josh and a half dozen other friends, sure. If it was her and Josh and us, sure. But just her and Josh?" Ron could practically hear Mr. Dr. Possible shaking his head.

"Kimmy is too young to be thinking about stuff like that," he said. There was another brief pause. "Well, maybe not too young to be thinking about it, but definitely too young to be doing it!"

"I know it makes you uncomfortable, Dear," Mrs. Dr. Possible rejoined pleadingly, "but she is almost sixteen, and she's not a child any more."

Ron was frozen, his eyes wide with astonishment at what he was hearing. Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible were discussing Kim's SEX life? He shook himself, and forced himself to take a mental step back. Kim had talked about an afternoon party for a few select friends, then taking in a movie and maybe hitting a Japanese steak house afterward. This private dinner with Mankey thing was a new wrinkle. Ok, he'd come into the conversation in the middle, and had no idea what had led Kim's 'rents to this point, or even if sex was what they were really talking about. Plus, Mr. Dr. P was, like many fathers, strangely protective where his daughter's sexuality was concerned. That had always struck Ron as a little weird. "I mean," he had opined to Kim on one occasion, "He lets you risk your life fighting supervillians and stuff, but worries about you riding in a car with a boy alone?"

"Maybe so," Mr. Dr. Possible allowed, "But..."

"Dear, Kim's been alone with Josh before, you know. The only difference between this date and any of the others would be the price of the restaurant," Mrs. Dr. P reasoned calmly. "Besides," she added archly, "What makes you think Kim is still a virgin anyway?"

Ron's face flamed. He could just imagine the look on Mr. Dr. P's face, and in fact heard him sputtering incoherently before Mrs. Dr. P calmed him. "I'm just teasing, Dear," she reassured him. "We can discuss Josh later. For now, let's talk about this party menu Kim wrote up."

Sensing that the conversation was about to take a lengthy turn, Ron squared his shoulders and barged into the kitchen. "Mrs. Dr. P," he exclaimed, pretending not to notice Mr. Dr. Possible, "I was wondering if you could give me some advice..."