Many Happy Returns
"If you really want to know all there is to know about him you'll have to ask Kim. She knows him better than anyone." Monique said.
"But she might tell him I asked about him." A concerned Tara noted.
"So? What would be wrong with that? You like him don't you?" Monique didn't really have to wait for an answer, she could tell that Tara liked Ron.
"Well yeah, but…"
Shego
"What do you mean, NO?" Shego asked angrily into the mouthpiece of the phone.
"I am sorry but I do not require any additional assistants at this time. I will keep your number on file. If I have need of your services at a future time, I will be sure to call you. Goodbye."
"Lousy no good dirty…" Shego grumbled as she checked yet another name off her list of potential employers. "That makes no's from: The Seniors, MonkeyFist, Jack Hench, and now Professor Dementor." She skidded in her chair backwards across the floor away from the desk. "I really, really don't want to do this but…" She flipped open her cell phone and hit the number 2 speed dial.
"Hello?" Asked the man that answered.
"Hey Dr. D. It's me." Shego said somewhat cheerily.
"Shego!" He exclaimed. "Does this mean you're coming back to me?" He asked with a touch of uncertainty in his voice.
"I suppose so." She sighed glumly.
"You've made me so happy!" He was absolutely giddy and began to dance a happy dance. "You won't believe how difficult these morons are to…Shego? Shego?" He checked his phone; she had hung up on him.
Ron and Kim
"I can't believe my mom made us stay all day at that stupid fundraiser." Kim pouted as she ran a dry towel through her limp wet hair. "Especially after it started raining."
"It wasn't that bad Kim." Ron said. He had spent all day with Kim, a plus in his book; and, he didn't stare at her, too much, or fantasize about her in any way.
"I got soaked. I'm probably going to catch cold now." Kim said stepping behind her screen so she could change out of her wet clothes. As usual, Ron was a gentleman covering his eyes while she changed.
Ron stood with his hands over his eyes trying his best not to look at the shadow he knew that Kim's near naked body cast on the thin screen. But, try as he might, he couldn't stop himself from sneaking a quick peek between his fingers. 'Look at how pert they are, a guy could put an eye out on one of those.' He quickly recovered his eyes and turned away slightly.
"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you KP." Ron said.
"Why not?" She asked as she stepped from behind the screen.
'Because you're too hot to catch cold.' Said the little voice.
'Shut up.'
"Everyone knows that colds aren't caused by being cold." Ron informed her.
"This from the guy who thinks that pro-wrestling is real." Kim said rather disapprovingly. "Could you hand me that bottle of lotion please?" She asked, pointing to a bottle on her dresser.
Ron turned and picked up the bottle, about to hand it to Kim when he noticed. "This isn't your usual brand."
"How do you know?" She asked as she took the bottle from his hand.
"Well I…on the plane. You had strawberry something or other," he looked to reread the label in her hand, "This is Lilac Lace."
"It's my mom's. I ran out of mine and Club Banana was sold out. Some guy bought the last five bottles yesterday." She told him as she rubbed the lotion onto her arms and hands.
"Some guy?" Ron asked, trying to sound as put off about it as Kim did.
"Yeah, what would a guy do with five bottles of lotion anyway?"
'I know what one guy does with it,' the little voice teased.
'Shut up.'
"Maybe he bought it for his girlfriend." Ron suggested, retelling the lie used when he bought those last five bottles.
"I suppose that's possible." Kim said. "Hey how about after dinner I swing by your house and we can get started on getting your grades up."
'Or getting something else up.' Damn that little voice.
'Shut up.'
"I thought you were grounded, no dates no boys." Ron said.
"I am grounded, but this is doing homework with you. So it's no big."
Ron turned and started for the stairs, "Well I should probably get home. I'm sure mom and dad are waiting for me." He turned back to Kim, "See you later KP."
"Later Ron." Kim waited until he was down the stairs and gone before picking up the phone and dialing her friend's number. "Monique? Can we talk?"
