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Continental-line: While I tend to agree, and have touched on some of your concerns here, I also think it would be very difficult for Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Possible to lay aside a mindset they've had for fifteen or more years. They may want to, may even feel they need to, but old habits die hard, even for highly intelligent people. We'll see what happens. I haven't yet settled on exactly how they're going to deal with this.

John Steppenwolf: I've actually had rubber hoses up my nose, when I was in the hospital being treated for a ruptured appendix, years ago. Not a pleasant experience.

Ron walked into Bueno Nacho. A quick glance confirmed Kim wasn't there yet.

'No surprise,' he thought. 'She's always been the calm one. I'm so anxious I'm surprised I wasn't here an hour ago.'

He spied an empty booth and sat down, resolved to wait until Kim showed up. Ah, Kim. She of the red hair, warm green eyes, soft yet firm bosom... A certain train of thought began leaving the station. Ron quashed it ruthlessly. A cold shower, some vigorous exercise, and another cold shower had cooled his blood to the point where he could function more or less normally, but he had to stay on constant guard lest he start thinking things that would get him worked up again. And it was hard...er, difficult. Ron grinned mirthlessly. Funny how many words had suggestive double meanings when you were a teenaged boy whose hormone glands were ready to start cranking out testosterone at the slightest provocation.

That was cruelly unfair, really. It felt so good to get worked up, and even better to 'release the tension' as it were. And wasn't that the whole point? The pleasure was the reward for doing the deed that led to fulfillment of the whole 'be fruitful and multiply' thing.

'And then some damned moralist had to say we shouldn't give in to the urge that we're supposed to obey.' Ron sighed.

An image popped into his head of Kim turning toward him with a baby in her arms.

'Whoa!'

That was something else. At eighteen years of age, some guys might think they were ready to be fathers, but Ron wasn't one of them.

'Kim and I are going to have to have another talk, about precautions,' he resolved. It would be weird to talk to his best friend about which kind of contraceptives they should use. Ron's face went scarlet at the mere notion. He shook himself.

'Get a grip, Ron,' he chided himself. 'You're eighteen. Quit thinking like a boy, and start acting like a man. Just because you've spent most of your time since puberty hit thinking about getting laid, and scheming to make the fantasy become reality, doesn't mean you can't take the time to be responsible about it.'

'I hope she doesn't want to use condoms.'

'Why? You've never gotten any anyway. How would you know the difference?'

'I have to quit arguing with myself, too. I'll give myself a complex. I just hope she doesn't mind I'm still a virgin.'

Ron looked up just in time to see Kim push through the door into the dining area. Her letter jacket was speckled with rain drops and her hair was damp. He waved and called out, "Hey, K. P., over here!"

She turned and smiled, and Ron felt his glands go to work. 'Don't you dare!' he grated silently, fighting down the urge. The surge of hormones faded, accompanied, he thought, by a disappointed muttering.

Kim crossed to where he sat and slid into the booth opposite Ron, doffing her jacket as she did so. Sweat pants and tee-shirt had given way to cargo pants and her trademark green tank top, though in deference to the cool weather she'd added a long sleeved blouse over it. Only for the sleeves though. The blouse itself was completely unbuttoned, just tied together across her stomach. Beneath her breasts. Ron took a deep breath, held it in, and let it out slowly. There. He was fine.

Kim gave him a quizzical look. "Everything all right over there?" she asked.

"Fine," Ron assured her. "Just practicing my self control."

Kim giggled. "You're not the only one." It was Ron's turn to look puzzled. Kim giggled again.

"I'm fighting the urge to throw myself across the table," she explained, her voice going playfully sultry. Ron clutched at his chest.

"What are you trying to do, kill me, K. P?"

"Hormones pretty bad, huh?" Kim asked sympathetically. Ron nodded.

"Me too," Kim assured him.

"I thought girls' sex drives," Ron blushed as he said the phrase, "weren't as strong as guys'."

"They aren't, but they're still strong." Kim blushed a bit too. "After you left Mom noticed that I looked a bit...flushed...so she sat me down and we had a little talk."

"A good talk or a bad talk?"

"A good talk. She just wanted to remind me to be careful. Although, I think she and Daddy are going to have a talk of their own, and then another talk, with both of us."

"Great," Ron groused. "One one-way ticket on a deep space probe, coming up."

Kim shook her head. "I don't think so Ron. Daddy was just pulling your leg with that. He actually approves of you. So who knows what'll happen."

Ron reached out and took her hand, lacing their fingers together. "I know it'll work out in the end, Kim," he said, smiling gently. She smiled back, then giggled again.

"Now, what say we get our minds off sex and start thinking about more important matters," she suggested.

"More important than sex?" Ron asked with mock incredulity.

"Oh yeah. Revenge!"

Ron blinked. "Revenge? Against who? For what?"

"Monique and Felix, for trying to set us up."

"Well, Felix and Monique did both encourage me to ask you out," Ron admitted, speaking slowly. "But, wasn't that a good thing?"

Kim's eyes sparkled. "Monique did the same to me," she supplied, "and yes, it is a good thing. We just don't have to let them know that right away, do we?"

"I suppose we don't. Or at least I would if I had any idea why we wouldn't want to tell them."

Kim leaned forward, beckoning Ron to do the same. She whispered in his ear and he sat back, stunned.

"No way!"

"Way!" Kim nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure," Kim confirmed.

"So Felix and Monique got a thing going on. Wow!" Ron exclaimed. Then he frowned. "That still doesn't..."

"Ron!" Kim snapped, instantly regretting it as Ron cringed. "It's just a little friendly joke to pay them back for playing matchmaker," she went on, smiling apologetically, almost sighing with relief as he relaxed. "Afterward, we can be happy for them, ok?"

"Sure, K.P.," Ron grinned. A loud rumble came from his side of the table. "Now, how about scoring some Nacos? I'm starved."