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This is story number ten. It was requested by my friend, Joan. This is the first, and probably only time I've gotten a request off-line. Uh, I think this one is one of my more deranged concoctions.

Billy and Kat

By

Eileen (Psycho Tangerine)

"Well, this trip has certainly gone from bad to worse," thought Billy as he finally snuck away from the others. It was bad enough the school could only afford to send them to Australia in the airplane's cargo hold. It was bad enough his friends and he had to spend half of their vacation trapped in a broken-down theater by a deranged Alpha. But this, this was just too much. Somehow, despite Billy's warnings, Tommy had accidentally confused Australian ale with ginger ale while shopping and soon all of the others had gotten plastered and were now trying to climb into the pouches of a group of wild kangaroos.

Billy continued to hurry away from his inebriated pals. WHOMP! He fell on his butt. Looking up, he noticed a young flaxen-haired beauty and smiled at it. Then he glanced away from the mirror hanging in the shop window and noticed the blonde female whom he had run into. "Uh, sorry," he apologized as he stood back up. "I guess I wasn't paying attention."

"Huh? What?" asked a dazed Kat. She moaned and grabbed her head. "I can't talk right now, I have to do something, I think." She had expected sympathy after whacking her head on that stupid diving board. She had expected praise for doing her best. She had expected basic medical care. But her stupid parents had to pick that moment to remember that their mortgage payment was overdue. And they decided to send Kat, injury and all, to the bank with the payment. Her dad kept mumbling something about wanting to join the ongoing wagers as to which rich American brat would get stomped by a kangaroo first.

Billy looked at her with a bit of concern and confusion. "Hey! I didn't hit you that hard. What's wrong?" He grimaced. "And why are you in a dripping wet bathing suit in the middle of town?"

Kat looked at him a bit suspiciously. Was this just another lecherous jerk like her last sixteen boyfriends? Or was this young man truly sympathetic to her injured condition? As she pondered this, she noticed Billy ogling her. "Jerk!" she cried as she went to kick him where she had kicked her previous sixteen boyfriends. But, then she decided that her head just hurt too much for the effort. "Oh, just get out of my way. I've got things to do before I pass out."

"Like what?" asked a still bewildered Billy. "Enter a wet bathing suit contest? Sorry, you may earn a few sympathy points for that knot on your head. But even if you were the only contestant, you'd still lose."

This time, Kat did not hesitate to land a hard kick where it would hurt most on Billy.

"My head!" Billy screamed. "My precious, precious brains! I swear if I'm even one IQ point lower than 'super genius' I will sue your sorry Aussie ass!" He wrapped his arms around his head and began to moan in pain. Inwardly, he was very thankful he had had the foresight to insure his brains for a million dollars.

"Genius," snorted Kat, "yeah right. More like imbecile. Now, stop bugging me, I've got to get to the bank before it closes." With that, she continued to meander dazedly down the road.

Billy stopped his moaning. "Wait a second!" he called as he caught up to Kat. "Don't you think you should go to the hospital instead? I mean I could help you there. Get your head examined." Mine too, he thought as he continued to inwardly obsess over his intellectual status. "Besides, I know I don't know much about Australian laws. But do you really think they'll let you in dressed like that and barefoot?"

Kat paused. "Oh, I didn't even think of that." She looked up at a clock that was conveniently hanging in front of the building next to her. "I've only got ten minutes to get there!" She looked at Billy thoughtfully. "Quick! Give me your clothes and shoes!"

"Sure," agreed Billy as he began to strip to his underwear, oblivious to all the gawkers. "But don't you think it's going to be just a bit too kinky doing it here in the middle of the road?"

Kat slapped him before beginning to don his clothing. "Just wait here. I'll be back…" in a day or two she thought to herself.

"Wait a second!" complained Billy as he rubbed his sore cheek. "Those clothes are dry clean only! They'll get ruined with that wet bathing suit of yours. Speaking of which," he continued as Kat slipped his big sneakers over her small feet, "you still haven't told me why you're wearing it out here."

"Oh, that." Kat bent down to tighten up the laces. "I was just trying out for the Australian Diving team." She scowled as she paused in remembrance. "But some jackass made the diving board move so I'd hit my head on it and miss my chance to be in the Pan-Globals."

"The what?" asked Billy who was now shivering in his skivvies.

"Pan-Globals…you know, they're like the Olympics. Well, sort of."

"Wow, you must've whacked your head really hard," scoffed Billy. "Wait'll I tell Kim about this so-called 'Pan-Globals.' She'll bust a gut laugh…uh…"

Kat looked up at Billy who had suddenly stopped speaking. To her surprise, the young man was now quivering in fear. "What now?" she asked as she stood up from tying the sneakers.

"Did..did…did you s..s…say diving?" asked the now-trembling Billy.

"Yes, why?" Despite her hurry, Kat was curious about this strange development. Besides, bending down to tie those stupid clodhoppers had caused her head to hurt even more.

"You…you…dived…among FISH?" cried Billy. "You touched f..f..fish?!"

Kat rolled her eyes. "I dove in a pool. There aren't any…"

"And now you're wearing my clothes! My clothes are contaminated! You're contaminated! YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" screeched Billy as he ran away in nothing but his teddy-bear dotted briefs.

"…fish," finished Kat lamely. With that, she turned around and began to run towards the bank. But, before she had gone three steps…Whomp! Billy's big sneakers caused her to trip and fall. As she struggled to get back up, the clock chimed.

"Nooooooo!!!!" cried Kat. Then she shrugged her shoulders. "Oh well, I just hope we won't have to move too far away."