This epilog suggested by a remark from continental-line.

Apaka: Kim was referring to the number of orgasms she had.

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Jim and Tim came to Kim's rescue.

"We're hungry," they complained simultaneously. Kim could have kissed them. George put a hand on his stomach.

"Breakfast sounds like a good idea," he said agreeably.

"Well then," Kim suggested, smiling winsomely, "Why don't you all head down to the restaurant? Ron and I need to shower and dress, but we shouldn't be more than, what?" she asked, looking back at Ron, "Fifteen, twenty minutes?"

"Twenty," Ron nodded sagely.

"And no need to wait for us, either," Kim added.

Mr. Dr. Possible, the Stoppables, George and the Tweebs headed off, but Kim's mother lingered.

"Why don't you shower first, Ron," she suggested, inviting herself in and fixing Kim with a steady eye.

"Sure thing, Mrs. Dr. P.," Ron nodded. He gave Kim a supportive smile as he ducked into the bathroom.

Kim returned the smile, then watched as her mother walked into the main room. Mrs. Dr. Possible eyed the beds, glanced at Kim, and took a deep breath. Kim shifted her feet nervously, and her mother smiled knowingly.

"Kimmy?" she asked softly.

"Yes, Mom?" Kim answered innocently.

"What were you and Ron doing right before we showed up?" Kim's Mom sounded almost amused. There was certainly no heat in her voice. Kim blushed scarlet.

"Why do you ask?" she stammered.

"Oh," Mrs. Dr. Possible mused, "There's a certain...odor in the air, that's all."

Kim feigned confusion. She sniffed theatrically. "I don't smell anything. Besides myself, that is."

Mrs. Dr. Possible's face went serious. "Did the two of you have sex?" she asked.

Kim's blush deepened, which seemed to anger her.

"What if we did?" she asked defiantly. Her mother gave her a look. "Mom, I'm twenty-two years old. It's a bit late for you to be worrying about my sex life," Kim challenged.

"I'm not worried about that," Mrs. Dr. Possible demurred. "But you didn't answer my question."

"What business is it of yours?"

"None," her mother admitted, "But what about George?"

Kim sagged. She sat down on the edge of one of the beds and put her head in her hands.

"Why did you bring him along?" she demanded.

"It was his idea," her mother confessed, taking a seat beside her daughter and laying an arm across Kim's shoulders.

"Now Kimmy, about Ron..."

"Yes, we did," Kim said softly. Her mother surprised her by smiling.

"It's about time," she said.

Kim gave her mother a perplexed look. "You approve?" she asked, not quite able to keep the incredulity out of her voice.

"Naturally. Ron's a fine man. I always thought he'd be a good fit for you."

Kim gave a kind of giggle/snort. "Ron is an excellent fit," she said archly. "Just right, in fact."

Mrs. Dr. Possible giggled too. "Not too big..." she began.

"...and not too small," Kim finished, laughing, and not quite able to believe she was having this particular conversation with her mother.

When the giggles had run their course, though, Kim leaned against her mother.

"What am I going to do about George?" she asked plaintively.

"That depends," her mother answered seriously. "Was Ron a one-time fling?"

"Mom!" Kim protested. "I love him!"

"Well, then, George deserves to know the truth."

"But I can't tell him now!" Kim exclaimed. "He came all this way!"

Mrs. Dr. Possible gave a sympathetic shake of her head. "The sooner you get it over with, the better."

"Like jumping into cold water?" Kim asked gloomily. Her mother nodded.

"I fucking hate cold water," Kim grumbled.


In the end, Kim did as her mother suggested. She took George aside and told him the truth. Kim had to steel herself against the 'kicked puppy dog' look that came over George's face, but she got through it. George even surprised her by saying that he sort of knew it was coming. Not the Ron thing, exactly, but the break up thing.

"When my comments about marriage fell on deaf ears, I kind of figured out what was coming," George said. "I invited myself out here to try some damage control, but I guess I was too late."

"I'm sorry," Kim apologized in a hushed voice.

"I am too," George said quietly, then he turned his back to Kim and walked away without looking back.


"That was one of the most difficult things I've ever done," Kim confessed to Ron as she lay beside him that night. It had been a long, somewhat awkward day. George's departure had been a shock, to Kim's father at least, but it was trumped by Kim announcing her engagement to Ron, and Ron's mother's reaction to the news. Mrs. Stoppable didn't disapprove, in so many words anyway, but she made it clear enough that she'd have preferred a nice Jewish girl for her son. Fortunately the afternoon had been relatively normal, and skiing had taken everyone's minds off matters romantic, and by bedtime Mrs. Stoppable seemed to have made peace with what was happening. She didn't even object to Kim and Ron staying in the same room. Mr. Dr. Possible hadn't either, which surprised Kim. Apparently, once he got over the shock of realizing that his baby girl was grown up and sexually active, he was as comfortable with the idea of Kim being with Ron as his wife was.

Ron's arm tightened slightly around Kim's shoulders, a gentle hug that made her sigh with delight.

"I'd hate to be in George's shoes right now," Ron admitted. Kim glanced at him and he shrugged. "I feel sorry for the guy," he explained.

"I do, too," Kim confessed, snuggling against Ron's chest. Kim twirled some of his chest hair around her finger. "Maybe you could give him Jenny's phone number when we get back," Kim suggested with a sly grin.

"That's an idea," Ron allowed, drawing Kim in and kissing her gently.

The kiss was a lingering one, and when they broke it off Kim had a look in her eye.

"What?" Ron probed. He had an idea what was coming, given the sparkle in Kim's eyes, and played along.

"Speaking of ideas," Kim purred, "What do you say we disturb the neighbors?"

"Ms. Possible, I like the way you think."