Museums and Monkeys
At Ron's house, his parents weren't home, which immediately got a smile on Bonnie's face.
"Well Ron…" She said, nuzzling up to him. "Should we get ready immediately…or have some fun." The nuzzle turned into a kiss, which turned into something much more involved, until Ron, with some real regret, disengaged himself and his hands from Bonnie.
"Um…" Ron said, "Bonnie, what are the chances of us making it out anytime soon if we have some 'fun'?" Bonnie mock pouted and then laughed, heading back to his room to pull on her other clothes.
"OK, we'll wait until tonight." Ron grinned, peering into the room as Bonnie pulled off her shirt and short cheer dress, looking for the clothes she'd left. Ron had seen Bonnie in far more skimpy bathing suits than her underwear, and in her birthday suit on a few occasions, but still…it was a treat seeing her long legs, the toned muscles moving under her tanned skin. She found her spare clothes (actually about three complete outfits), and turned to Ron, holding a dress up to her.
"This okay?"
"Oh yeah…" Ron said. Then again, anything Bonnie wore was fine with him. They'd basically met that first awful day when Kim had been crippled, but Ron had found himself falling into Bonnie's orbit—and she into his. After her first few… errors, trying to help Kim, Bonnie had come to a tough minded conclusion that Ron had taken some more time to understand.
Kim didn't want to be treated like a cripple, she didn't want 'breaks' cut her because of her terrible situation. She couldn't do some physical things, true, but she hadn't been regressed to four, either. Bonnie had seen that, and cooperated…the fact that Kim had proven so effective at the cheerleading planning had probably had something to do with that, and Kim, Bonnie, and Ron had become something of the three musketeers, with Josh coming a couple of years later.
And Ron could see the reasoning—Bonnie was very, very much like Kim…only her family situation was a lot worse. People wondered why Bonnie never permitted even her boyfriend to call her by pet names… they didn't know how her mom had used Bon-Bon…and her two sisters had turned that name into a mean spirited joke phrase for the last five years. Bonnie was Bonnie, her demand that her name be said correctly one of many iron bulwarks she'd erected against her sisters.
She did love Ron, he knew. The few times when her sisters had said, or done something that she couldn't handle, she'd come to him, and in the privacy of a his room, or somewhere else, when people had assumed she and he were screwing like monkeys, curled up and cried into his arms….and then, gotten up, straightened her shoulders, and marched out, Queen Bee Bonnie once again on display. But she had let her guard down around Ron, and Ron understood what a sign of trust that was…even if others liked to joke about what he must be getting.
Hell, we haven't even had sex yet. Ron thought, grinning as Bonnie finished donning her dress. Oh no. If Bonnie was going to give up her virginity, it was going to be for a whole heck of a lot more than a roll in the hay—it was going to be for whoever she'd decided to spend her life yet, and both of them understood that it might not be each other.
"Hey!" Bonnie said, "Stop getting all Zen on me—next thing I know, you'll be floating on the ceiling going "Ooooommmmm".
"Hah!" Ron laughed, "Don't think so—martial arts is martial arts, and not some mystic philosophy." He pulled her close, feeling her body conform to his, and kissed her, before breathing in the aroma of her scent. "And anyway, I think I'll just get all zen with Bonnie Rockwaller…"
"Now who's going to be late to the eats?" She asked, slapping him playfully. "Let's go before Kim sends out the rescue squad for us." Ron looked over at a chitter, to see his pet, standing up, waving a pencil and chittering.
"Sorry, little buddy!" Ron said, "This is a date… remember, kissy face?"
"Blegh!"
"Tell you what, I'll swing by on the way home and get you a grande, with extra cheese."
"Cheeze!" The rodent cheered, mollified.
"I cannot believe you talk to that thing…" Bonnie said.
"Well, he talks back…" Ron said, "What can I say—I'm polite."
At Bueno Nacho, they found Josh and Kim waiting for them.
"See Josh?" She said, "I told you there was no danger that Bonnie and Ron would miss it… as Wonderful as Bonnie is…she cannot compare to Bueno Nacho." Bonnie stuck her tongue out at Kim as Ron headed to get a platter of food.
"Good think we all keep active." She said, "Else this place would turn us into balloons." She paused, "So what's the plan?" Kim nodded.
"Well, I got the tickets—remember the arranged to let the Lowerton Lemurs use our multi-purpose room when they got flooded out? Turns out one of their dads was on the board of the museum, and well, he decided he owed me a favor." Kim grinned, "So we'll be in with the rich people, and I figure we can get some pictures, things like that….maybe catch a movie after the exhibition."
"Sounds like a plan." Josh said. At that point, Ron returned with his and Bonnie's food.
"Silence all." Ron said, ceremoniously. "I have won my martial arts contest, and I therefore may celebrate by going off training for a day." Kim grinned.
"What about Rufus?" She asked. Ron grinned back.
"He's back at home, Kim… you now how he feels about kissy face." Bonnie shook her head.
"I suppose I should be happy—my boyfriend takes me instead of a naked mole rat…"
"Yeah, but how long did he have to think about it?" Josh asked, and then held up a menu in front of his face.
"Hmph!" Bonnie said. "He didn't have to think about it at all…"
"Bonnie…"
"Well, not for long, that is." She said, giving Ron a mock frown.
"So…let's eat." Ron said, refusing to be distracted. Kim hid her face and tried not to giggle. Ron might be a lot better at martial arts than he'd ever been…but he still loved Bueno Nacho, and the fact that he couldn't always eat there, made him treat it very much like a holy pilgrimage. Even Bonnie didn't try to get between him and his all too seldom indulgence in cholesterol and bad processed cheese.
Later, the somewhat fuller teens headed for the museum, enjoying the cool afternoon air as they walked down the street. None of them had full licenses yet, and in any case, it was just a nice day to walk, talking about nothing in particular.
Once at the museum, they found themselves in a crowd of people, being gradually checked in through the doors. Kim looked around and got just a little worried—the clothes were far more dressy than she'd expected, and the teens stood out. The individual checking them in looked at the tickets twice, then sighed, and let them in.
The central area of the museum had been redone like some eastern temple, with monkey idols here, there, and everywhere.
"Wow…look at that statuary." Josh said, "I never new stuff like that existed…"
"They just dug it up a few years ago." Kim said, "They've been spending all their time getting it ready to display…"
"Yeah." Ron said, "It looks like the speech is about to begin."
"It is?" Kim said, craning her neck, looking frustrated. All she could see was a legion of backs in front of her. Maybe if they could find… Then she sighed, Unless she wanted to run over people's feet….
"Kim, I'll try and find a path." Josh said, and moved up, but most of the very well dressed individuals weren't willing to give up their space, and frowned at him. Josh started to get angry. They could see anywhere, Kim couldn't, and being reminded of some of the limitations her inability to walk put on her, whatever she said about it, was not something Kim enjoyed, which meant Josh didn't enjoy it.
"Excuse me…" He said, gritting his teeth, when someone grabbed his elbow and he turned to see some rent-a-cop holding it.
"I'm going to have to ask you to stop bothering the paying," The word was emphasized "Guests."
"Well, then, I'm going to have to ask you to help me so my date can see." Josh said.
"Who?" The guard, paused, and looked back, and then decided to make a joke of it. "sorry, no parking space available."
"What?" Josh said, "There is a lot of room up there…"
"But not for…" The guard looked at the teens, "Under dressed individuals… in fact, maybe you should just leave…"
"Why-" Ron was moving up to support Josh, concern on his face, and Josh was wondering how much trouble he'd get into for-
"Oh, Pardon me…" A voice said, as an older man turned, with a slight Mediterranean accent, and looked at the group. "Perhaps the young lady and her companion could sit with me?"
"Oh sir… that's really not needed…" The guard's spine had suddenly straightened, and he looked rather worried.
"Oh but it is…one should never be responsible for needlessly harming the enjoyment of guests, especially when their request is so reasonable…" The gentleman's voice didn't change, but suddenly the guard looked like he was watching his job go down the toilet. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"Um…yes sir!" the guard said desperately.
"It is settled then." And with a slight motion of his cane, the man parted the crowd like the red sea, as Josh and Kim, blinking moved down it.
"Thank you…" Kim said.
"Sr. Senior Sr.," He added, and Kim squeaked.
"Thank you." She said. Staying where they were, Ron blinked.
"Who's he?" Bonnie read the society magazines, and frowned at him.
"Just one of the richest people in the world…" She grinned at the security guard, who was now hyperventilating. "And someone who can get you fired with a glance…"
"Well, he seems like a nice guy…polite." Ron said.
"Yeah…"
As the three found their place at the front, the MC nodded, and started speaking. Ron and Bonnie listened to him as he started on about how the museum was the largest, and most wide ranging example of mystical monkey items, and in fact… Then, suddenly, the lights failed, and the crowd gave a cry as the emergency lights came up.
"What's going on-" Bonnie said, when a new, English voice cut through the hubb-hubb.
"And that collection should be mine! MONKEY NINJAS….ATTACK!"
Ron blinked, Bonnie blinked.
And in unison, they turned to each other saying in unison.
"Monkey Ninjas….Attack?"
TBC.