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Ron helped Bonnie flip the table upright and she put a sheet on it. "Lie down and put your face here," Bonnie pointed to a padded ring at one end of the table. Ron looked at her and met her gaze and knew he better do it. "That is a more convincing look that KP's," he said complying with her instructions, "I can usually resist hers for a minute or so."
"And I get instantaneous response. I like that, Ron-Ron. Now relax and let Bon-Bon work that stress out of your body," she said in a sultry voice as she put lotion on her hands and rubbed it in.
Ron lightly flinched at her first touch, but quickly relaxed under her tender ministrations. Ron sighed as her hands ground into his back, working their way down slowly. Upon reaching his pants line she turned and started to massage up his back. Ron wiggled to try and get comfortable after he heard her grunts as she pressed hard on his back.
"Bon-Bon, would you mind stopping for a moment?"
"Sure, is it hurting?"
Ron sat up, turning away from her, "No, no hurting, well at least not the type you are talking about."
"Ron-Ron, what's wrong?" implored the brunette.
"Well, with a beautiful woman rubbing my back combined with the sounds you were making, with the low lights and music… well, let's just say that it causes a certain reaction to the male anatomy," Ron blushed.
Bonnie had a puzzled look on her face, then suddenly the revelation of what he was talking about hit her hard and she giggled. "Oh, uh, right. Maybe we should stop for a little bit. Sorry about that."
"Don't apologize, you didn't do anything. Well you did, but it wasn't intentional. Things happen, and sometimes the body controls itself."
"Well Ron, I could give you a full body massage," she said wickedly.
"Bonnie, no, thank you, but no. That wouldn't help the big situation."
"It looks big from here."
"And how would you feel tomorrow if we did that tonight?"
In a smaller voice, "Like you were like every other guy I have gone out with."
"And I am not. I want to be your friend first and foremost. If anything else happens, then it is extra on top of that."
"Ron-Ron, I'm sorry. I just, part of me WANTS to, you know. I am used to it. I know I am good at it."
"I've heard," Ron says turning away a little.
"Ron-Ron," Bonnie says trying to sit closer to hold him. "That is in the past. We want to be honest with each other right? Well I have had sex, lots of it. What does that mean now? I don't know. Was I coerced into any of it? No, but I used it to get what I wanted. It's easy to do that. It's easy to go with someone that is willing to do whatever. …This is hard. I want to have a relationship with you. You have proven me wrong about so many things, that now I want to be right. I want YOU to show me about them," she is now holding him from behind.
She is silent in the half lit room, soft music playing, and he feels dampness on his shoulder. Sliding in her grip of his body, he turns to look at her. Her eyes puffy and damp around the edge are deep and soulful in the center. He puts his arms around her and to her surprise picks her up and sets her on his lap. After her initial gasp of surprise she settles her head onto his bare chest and settles in. "Let's feed Bon-Bon. Just snuggling," Ron says softly to her.
Bonnie nods her head and sighs as her hand moves to his chest. Ron rests his head on hers and breathes deep. Her hair smells of peppermint and he sighs.
"What?"
"Hmm?" he answers.
"The sigh, what did you sigh for?"
"Oh, I like the smell of your hair. And it is soft, I thought you would be using gel or mousse or something."
"I try not to, it dries out my scalp."
There is silence, happy comfortable silence. Ron hears a sound from Bonnie that he can't place. "What is it?"
"These scars and scratches, are they from your missions with Kim?"
"Some of them are."
"What did the others ones come from?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Ron-Ron, do I have to pout?"
Ron cringed a little, "No." He sighed, and then spoke, "I tend to have more than average confrontations with those of the popular, and or athletic persuasion."
"Meaning?" she asked as she sat up and looked at him.
"You want the truth?"
She nods, "That is what we are all about isn't it?"
"I get beat up, regularly, often, and sometimes severely."
"And no one has done ANYTHING about it?"
"Who would? Sports give amazing amounts of immunity, not to mention popularity, parental wealth and influence. Don't worry, I heal fast."
Ron went to put her head back to his chest, but she pulled away.
"RON, it is NOT okay. Why don't you stand up for yourself? Why don't you fight back?"
"One, I am not worth it. Two …well; I don't want to hurt them."
"Let me correct you! One, you are damn well worth it. Two, they are hurting you, so don't worry about if you hurt them!"
"But…"
"NO BUTS!" she cried. "If you are not worth it; I am not worth it, because I want to be with you as an equal. Ron, I have only taken Tae Kwon Do since that stickum thing with Kim. I had a feeling that someone might attack and I don't like to feel helpless. I have seen guys that have only been there the time that I have that have less muscle than you do, and they could sweep the floor with half the offensive line at once."
"I know."
She waited for more, none came. "You do know how to fight don't you?"
"Yes, pretty well actually."
"Then why the hells don't you?"
"Because I don't want to… be responsible if I can't stop," he answered looking away from her for the first time since she had turned around.
"What do you mean if you can't stop?"
Ron sighed and put his head onto her shoulder. "What I said, if I can't stop fighting. On one of Kim and mine missions, I got hit by this energy. I can feel it in the back of my mind, wanting to get out, wanting to fight. Kim and I took all the same martial arts classes, she excelled, and I played the fool. But the thing is, I remember all the moves and can do them. I WANT to use them; I WANT to fight back." Then quietly, "I want to make them all hurt, and then make them stop hurting."
"That's not bad, to make them stop…"
"Not in make them feel better, Bon-Bon."
"Oh, you mean… ,oh."
"Remember when I told you about the two dogs fighting? Yours are good and bad. Mine are light and darkness."
"But you feed the light one; I want to feed the light one."
"Yes, I do. You do feed the light one, so does KP, but there are a lot of people that do nothing but force feed the darkness. I keep pushing it back, but it wants to come out."
She lightly got off of his lap and sat next to him, dried his tears, and laid his head on her lap. As she gently played with his hair, "It will be okay Ron-Ron. You make sure that Bon-Bon wins, and I will make sure that you will, even if I have to pull that mutt back into the darkness myself."
She heard him sigh and his body posture gradually relax. We all have our inner demons, I guess. Just some have those that you would never think, she commented to herself as both Bonnie and Bon-Bon joined her concern about the man in her lap.
