Ok, I know this took a while, and I apologize for that, school comes first, and I'm trying graduate this year….finally. Thanks again to daywalkr82, and all my readers and reviewers.
Chapter Eight Fear
"You know, K, I wonder if your sub-par performance in practice yesterday is a reflection of your performance in bed? Of course, I could always ask Ron, but he's such a loser he wouldn't know the difference anyway." Bonnie taunted Kim as the cheerleaders assembled in the gym for their first self defense course taught by Kim and Ron. Kim and Ron had both thought the whole incident with Ron would have resulted in Bonnie being more civil towards them, at least in cheer practice. Bonnie, however, had only become more cryptic in her taunts, especially taking joy in making side comments to Kim about her marriage and comments about relationships and losers in public.
"Bonnie…our sex life is none of your business!" Kim growled at the girl through her teeth. Bonnie was pushing it today, and if she did not watch it, she might just 'accidentally' get thrown during a demonstration.
"Ohh…touchy." Bonnie retorted as she sauntered off to join the other arriving cheerleaders on the bleachers. Kim calmed down a bit and smoothed the white gi she was wearing. She could not let Bonnie get to her; she and Ron were about to put on a martial arts demonstration for the rest of the cheerleaders and a few other girls who wanted to join in the training, and she needed to remain focused.
"Oh, hey, girl!" Monique said happily as she bounded up to Kim upon entering the gym.
"Hey, Mon, what are you doing here?" Kim asked as she turned to face her friend.
"Well, I saw the flyers for your little course in the hall and I decided I wanted to come. I might be a strong, independent woman, but it never hurts to learn a little bit more about protecting myself; plus if we ever get in a fight, I need to be able to counter your teen hero moves." Monique added with a sly grin, remembering the time she and Kim nearly fought over Hirotaka. Kim blushed, remembering the incident; now she felt really stupid for fighting over him, considering over the past two months, she had fallen hard for her husband and best friend.
"Ok, Mon, why don't you go grab a seat; I think everybody is about here, and Ron and I are going to put on a demonstration you don't want to miss." Kim smiled, thinking about how much fun she was going to have sparring with Ron in front of people. First, they were going to demonstrate basic defense moves. Ron would serve as the aggressor, and Kim would counter his advances. Then, they would demonstrate the best ways to use basic weapons. (Weapons being mace, keys, and a tire iron.) That demonstration would only be slow movements, no strikes. To end the session, they would have a full out sparing session to show the others what they could do if they wanted to pursue martial arts or defense training further. After they were done, they would do some basic group training. They would save individual practice and training for next week.
"Alright, everybody, listen up! In just a moment, we will get started, but first I would like to introduce the other instructor and my demonstration partner for the course: Ron Stoppable." Kim yelled to the group, getting their attention and indicating for Ron to get up off the nearby bleacher where he had been sitting. There were some snickers and conversation from the audience as Ron, dressed in a white gi like Kim, came running up, smiling and waving; Rufus was perched on his head waving too.
"Are you ready, Ron?" Kim asked her husband as he came up beside her on the mat.
"As ready as I'll ever be. Alright, buddy, go find Monique." Ron addressed Rufus as he gently took the naked mole rat off his head and put him on the floor so he could sit and watch with Monique as he and Kim sparred. Ron and Kim had continued their combat practice and martial arts training on a weekly basis since the mission on their honeymoon, and while Kim was prone to taking out her frustrations on Ron in practice, she had managed to stay reasonably calm with Ron, who had improved a lot since they started. The same could be said for Kim's cooking, although she still had lots of problems with batter.
"In this demonstration, the aggressor, Ron, will try to grab me from behind. Watch closely as I grab him by the arm, shifting my weight to help throw him over my shoulder." Kim instructed as Ron set up behind her. Ron broke into a run, making so that he could grab Kim by the waist, but as he lunged, Kim whirled, grabbed his arm, and shifting her weight and using his momentum, she threw him over her opposite shoulder. With a yelp, Ron went sailing over her head and landed on his back a few feet away, grunting as he hit the ground.
"You know you're going to owe me a long back massage when we get home tonight, dear." Ron whispered as he pulled himself off the mat and set up beside Kim for the next demonstration.
"Oh, don't be such a big baby, Ron; you fall worse than that on most of our missions." Kim replied, grinning at him. She would give him the massage anyway, but while she could, she was going to have fun with this.
"Alright, KP, I guess I'm ready for this." Ron said as he finished his stretching and returned to the mat. For the last hour, they had been demonstrating self defense moves and basic weapons. They had taken a short break to let everyone go to get some water, and so Kim and Ron could rest, and now, they were going to have a full out sparring session.
"You know I'm not going to hold anything back, right, Ron?" Kim asked, grinning as she bowed and assumed her defense stance.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you'll just 'visualize Shego if I start complaining'. Same thing you say every time." Ron mocked with a grin himself as he returned her bow and assumed a stance himself. Despite their jeering and taunts, Kim and Ron had both held back during their sparing session with one another; pulling punches, softening blows, etc…mainly because they did not want to actually hurt the other if they landed a hit. As Ron's confidence and skill grew, Kim had found she needed to hold back less and less. She was still much better than Ron, mainly due to her agility and experience, but he was still fairly fast and made up for the lack of experience with his male upper body strength.
They began to circle each other on the mat, watching for signs of fatigue or holes in each other's defenses. Kim could readily tell that Ron was favoring his left side, and looked a little tired, most definitely from the fact that for the first hour of demonstration, he had taken a great majority of the damage. She would be careful of his injuries, and noted to herself that she would have to properly thank him later. As Kim was taking note of these things, Ron saw a hole to attack. Using her distracted thoughts to his advantage, he moved in and executed a leg sweep. It did not take Kim as much by surprise as he intended though. She merely did a back flip to avoid his advance and returned with a kick towards his head. Ron dodged then rolled into a quick jab at her side, which she countered with an arm block. The fight continued, and much to everyone's surprise, Ron was fighting in top form, landing hits on Kim and even besting her at times. Kim's agility and experience coupled with his fatigue finally got the best of him though, and after ten minutes of fighting, Kim took him down for the count with a quick jab to the stomach and a leg sweep that landed him flat on his back.
"Alright...I give, you win." Ron said as he groaned, rolling around on his back.
"Are you alright, Ron?" Kim asked, leaning over him to make sure she did not do any permanent damage. Suddenly, he covered his face and started rolling around and moaning.
"Ron, are you ok...Ron?" Kim started to get worried when he would not look at her. She kneeled down and tried to remove his hands from his face. "Ron! Come on, honey, let me see." Suddenly, he stopped rolling around, and all she heard was breathing.
"Boo!" Ron yelled at her as he lunged forward, whipping his hands away from his face.
"Ahh!" Screamed Kim as she reared back, startled, causing her to lose her balance and land on her butt. Ron was rolling on the floor, laughing with the audience. Kim turned red and gave Ron an 'I'm mad at you' look. As she finally got back to her feet, the laughter began to die and Ron got up, tears still in his eyes from the laughing fit.
"You should have seen your face, KP; it was priceless."
"Oh, you'll see what's going to be priceless when I get you back for this." Kim replied angrily and pointing her finger. She would not stay mad long, and they would laugh about it later, but he knew she'd get him back for this…somehow. Kim turned to stalk off to the locker room after she had dismissed the class and Ron ran after her.
"Oh, come on Kim…it was just a joke."
"Hey, Kim! Why aren't you walking home with Ron?" Felix asked as he wheeled up beside Kim, his own girlfriend in tow.
"Oh, hey, Felix, Crystal. Ron ran on ahead to his house, and I'm on my way to mine; we have a date tonight, and we need to get ready separately." Explained Kim; it was the Friday of Spring Break, and since they would be spending the whole break training, they had decided to go on a date tonight.
"You and Ron Stoppable are dating!" Crystal asked, a bit taken aback; Kim had forgotten that she was not in on their secret.
"Well, sort of…" Kim said nervously. Felix gave her a grin and a wink, amused by her predicament.
"I'll see you guys later, got to get home and get ready you know." Kim said, exiting the situation quickly as she ran off towards her house. Felix just chuckled, and Crystal gave him a strange look.
"Where's Ron?" Jim asked from the living room as Kim burst through the front door of her family's home.
"You didn't have another fight, did you?" Asked Tim, who was standing beside his brother.
"No, we didn't, Ron's at his house getting ready for our date tonight." Kim replied to her brothers' questions. Normally, she would be annoyed by just about anything they said, but since Ron and she had wed, they had actually become tolerable. Whether it was because they liked Ron or because she spent less time at home than ever before, Kim did not know. Maybe she was jumping the gun with the 'tolerable' part.
"Oh, Ron, I love you soooo much." Jim said, imitating his sister and making a kissy face.
"Ron, you are so great…" Tim imitated as well.
"Can it, tweebs! I'm in a hurry." Kim said, pushing past her brothers and heading up to her room.
"If Mom or Dad want to know where I am, just tell them I'm getting ready." Kim called on her way up to her room. Ron was coming to pick her up at half past six, and she had to get ready.
Ron rapped on the door to the Possible home at six thirty sharp, which was an unusual occurrence for him. Not knocking on the Possibles' door… well anymore it was because he lived there; part of the time …anyway….it was unusual because he was actually on time.
"Can someone get that? It's Ron!" Kim yelled from upstairs while trying to find her other shoe as Ron knocked a second time. She had not expected him to actually be on time, but for once, he was actually punctual, and she was not quite ready.
"We'll get it." The twins yelled from the living room, readying the mind control chip they had 'acquired' from Dr. Bortel's collection last time they had been on a mission with Kim and Ron.
"Hey, you two!" Ron said cheerily as they opened the door and let him in.
"Hey, Ron, can we tell you a secret?" Tim asked as he walked into the foyer.
"Ok…I guess." Ron said, a little perplexed by their request.
"Bend down here, I gotta whisper it to you." Jim said, motioning for Ron to bend down so he could whisper in his ear. Tim got a large grin as Ron bent over towards Jim.
"Boys…" Mrs. Dr. Possible said sternly from the doorway as she spied her son getting ready to chip her son-in-law as he leaned down to the other one.
"Ahh!" All three yelled and nearly jumped out of their skin at her entrance. Ron stood up and looked at Mrs. Dr. Possible, then at Jim, then Tim, noticing the chip between the latter's thumb and index finger. The twins looked at each other.
"Hick-a-bicka-boo?"
"Hoo-sha." They said nervously to one another and ran off towards their room, flying past Kim as she was coming out of her room.
"Thanks for the save, Mrs. Dr. P." Ron said, scratching his neck and looking back at Mrs. Possible.
"Anytime, Ron…and you know you can call me 'Mom'." She said as she walked over and gave him a hug.
"So, Ronald, what are you and Kimmie going to be doing tonight?" Mr. Dr. Possible asked, walking in and folding his paper at the same time.
"Well, Mr. Dr. P, we're going to start with dinner at a fancy restaurant, then I planned on us going to this art opening thing down at the Middleton museum, and finally we'll take a long, starlit walk on the ridge trail just south of town before heading out to our place at the base so we can begin training next week."
"Sounds fun, Ron, you two be careful though. If you're too tired to drive out there tonight, you know you can stay here." Mrs. Possible said, smiling. Ron really was smarter than he let on, especially on things he could do for Kim, and his date planning, despite his lack of previous experience, was top notch.
"Yes, I'm with your mother on that one." Mr. Possible said, putting an arm around his wife. Ron blushed a little, unused to how Mr. Possible referred to himself and his wife as his father and mother. Mr. Possible noticed Ron quickly shifted his eyes after a moment, and turned to see Kim descending the stairs, wearing her short, black dress, red jeweled choker, and carrying a bag with her; presumably filled with her clothes and mission gear for their week of training at their own home.
"Wow, KP…you look great." Ron said, smiling goofily at her.
"You don't look bad yourself." She replied, eyeing her husband as she moved down the stairs. Ron was wearing a black suit and a crimson shirt that complemented Kim's necklace and hair. (Of course, she had picked out the ensemble a while back, along with some other clothes for Ron so that he would be a little more in fashion. Now that they were married, she could dictate what he wore. Ron's bad fashion sense got him quite a few 'You're going out dressed like that?' comments from his lovely wife.) Mr. Possible turned back to Ron as Kim joined them.
"Oh, and Ronald, I don't need to remind you that we love you like the son you are, but we don't need any grandchildren just yet." Mr. Possible said sternly, attracting Ron's attention and making him blush bright red.
"Daddy!" Kim screeched, turning red like her husband. Mr. Possible grinned and let out a small chuckle at the embarrassment he caused. Mrs. Possible just folded her arms and gave him a hard glare, but eventually smiled at his joke. With the embarrassment out of the way, both teens said their goodbyes and headed out to their car, leaving the two now laughing parents at home. They loved both Kim and Ron very much, but an embarrassing joke or two at their expense was how they amused themselves as parents.
"This night has been so wonderful." Kim said as she leaned her head on Ron's shoulder.
"I'm glad you liked it." Ron replied. They had had dinner at one of the finest Italian restaurants in Middleton, which actually was very good indeed. (Rufus had let them know his approval by passing out in the back window of the car as soon as they exited the restaurant.) They had gone to the art opening at the Middleton museum, in which were displayed works by some of Middleton's finest local artists. Surprisingly, they had run into Josh Mankey and Tara King. Ron had been afraid of a confrontation, but much to Josh's credit, he was actually quite nice about the whole thing. He even personally showed them around to the different galleries. He never asked if they were on a date or anything, and he didn't seem to notice their wedding bands or Kim's engagement ring, so they left anything else unsaid. He had accepted that Kim and he were just not compatible and was now dating Tara again. They had ended the night with a long walk along the ridge of the hills that were just to the south of Middleton, and were now sitting on the hood of Kim's car, looking at the lights of the city below.
"Ron." Kim said suddenly. He looked down at his wife. "Ron, I think we should let everyone know…about us, I mean."
"What about the press?"
"You know I don't care what they say anymore. I love you; you love me; we are married, and I'm just tired of hiding it. I want everyone to know. I want to be able to kiss you whenever I want, and hold your hand, and…anything else." Ron smiled at her as she gave him a determined look, and then kissed her lightly.
"I'll go with whatever you want to do, Kim. All I want is to be with you, and if that means we announce it to the world or hide it forever, I don't care." Kim smiled at him and they shared another kiss, this time turning it into a full make-out session.
"You know, we better get going. It's a long drive home, and I officially wanted to be there five minutes ago." Kim said with a grin as she tugged at the buttons on his shirt, giving him a lustful look.
"Why, are you propositioning me, Mrs. Stoppable?" Ron asked, grinning and arching his eyebrows.
"No, Mr. Stoppable, I'm ordering you." She replied, grinning just as widely and pushing him towards the car door.
"Ron…Ron!" The attractive brunette sitting beside him nudged him in the ribs, gaining his attention. Her name was Jill and she was Ron's assigned training partner for the week. Ron pried his eyes away from staring across the room and faced her, mumbling under his breath.
"Hey, look, I know this is boring, but you've got to pay attention; this could save our lives one day." She continued once she had his attention and flashed a smile at him.
"Oh, sorry, I got it, cut the blue wire if the timer is set, right?" Ron replied. Jill nodded agreement. She, along with eleven other young adults, were all part of the advanced training unit that Team Possible was allowing the U.S. military to host in their base near Mt. Middleton. Kim and Ron had been joined by the twelve others that Monday and had begun a rigorous training process that would prepare them to disable and dismantle all manner of advanced incendiary devices.
On the second day of training, they had all been assigned partners for their workshops, unlike normal, Kim and Ron were separated and placed with different partners. Kim had been placed with a twenty-one year old guy named Derek while Ron was placed with another twenty-one year old girl named Jill. Jill was certainly nice enough; she had long brown hair, a stellar figure, and seemed a kind person; all things Ron admired about her, but he had not paid much attention to her since the day before. Ron, most of the time, was focused on his wife, who was sitting across the room with a very good looking, muscular, dark haired man; her partner, Derek. Derek, as he was informed by Kim, was a student at MIT studying physics/international relations and was a new recruit to Global Justice. Ron had met him and he seemed nice enough. He had a good sense of humor and was a perfectionist like Kim…all things Ron was very aware of at the moment as he observed his wife laughing and smiling. He normally was not much of the jealous type; he trusted Kim, but right now, he thought he might just look a little like Shego with as much green as he was emitting.
Unknown to Ron, Kim felt much the same way. Since day one, Jill had been blatantly hitting on her husband, who, to his credit, had either been ignoring it or was completely oblivious to it. But Kim was extremely conscious of it as she laughed at another one of Derek's lame jokes, eyeing her husband and his smiling partner from where she sat. Kim could swear that Derek was even worse than Ron with the wisecracks; Ron was usually lame, but endearingly cute, whereas Derek just tried to hard. He was a nice guy, and very smart, so she did not mind too much, but she was only trying to be polite most of the time. Class finally came to an end that day, and Kim got up, intent on heading over to her husband when Derek stopped her for a minute.
"Hey, Kim, can you wait a minute? I want to copy some of your notes on disabling the trigger mechanism." Derek asked, opening his notebook to a blank page.
"Umm…well…ok." Kim said, handing him her notebook and sitting back down. She spied Ron a few feet away with Jill hovering over him at the door. He seemed to say his goodbye after a moment, then threw Kim a strange look and headed out. She knew something was wrong with him, but could not tell what the look meant. She had a suspicion that Jill had asked him out, and that made her blood boil, but she let it go for the moment, trying to hurry Derek up so she could go find Ron.
"Hey, honey." Kim greeted Ron as she walked through the door of their apartment. Ron was seated on the couch, staring at the TV, however Kim could see that he was not watching so much as using it for background noise while he thought. Something was bothering him, and it made Kim a tad nervous.
"Ron…are you alright?" She seemed to startle him out of his haze as she took a seat beside him on the couch. He just scowled at the TV and stared straight ahead. He was mad because not only was he jealous of Derek. He had also seen his wife staying behind in class to let him copy down her notes, something he was a tad suspicious about.
"Ron…Ron, tell me what's wrong." Kim asked, trying to crack his shell, her voice taking on a sugary sound.
"Please." She added a moment later after he did not answer. Ron finally cracked.
"You want to know what's wrong? I'll tell you! I've seen you over there the past few days with 'Derek the great' giggling at his jokes, with his suave hair and his MIT education, and all the rippling muscle…" Ron started to rant angrily, getting up off the couch and pacing in front of her. For Kim's part, her demeanor instantly changed.
"Oh, really! What about you Ron? I've watched you and 'Julie' and as far as I can see, she had you wrapped around her finger with her little smiles, and all her complaints, and her big tits!" By now, Kim was on her feet, angrily yelling at Ron and pointing at him as he was glaring back at her just as mad. For a moment or two, they just stared at each other…then they backed up and looked curiously at each other, then they broke out into a laughing. After a moment, they both composed themselves.
"Sooo…all this time I was worrying about you and Derek, you've been worried about me and Julie as well?" Ron asked with a slight smile.
"Yep." Said Kim with a nod and a smile herself. "And I guess all this time I've been worried about you and Julie, you've been pre-occupied worrying about me."
"Yep." Said Ron.
"I'm sorry, KP, I didn't mean to accuse you of something you never did." Ron added, looking ashamed.
"It's ok, Ron. I was just as guilty as you." She reached over and pulled him into a kiss.
"I guess we really are the ones for each other." Kim said a moment later when they broke.
"Sorry, KP, you're stuck with me."
"Hmm…I can think of a lot worse fates than that." She said, snuggling into his chest as they sat back down on the couch and she laid back on him. After a few moments of comfortable snuggling, the doorbell rang. Kim got up to answer it and Ron got up to start making dinner.
"Ron." Kim said, looking back at him after she had peered out the peephole. He looked up at her.
"It's Derek." She said, looking worried. He scowled.
"Well, I guess you should answer it and see what he wants." Replied Ron after a moment of thought. Kim nodded and opened the door.
"Umm…hey, Kim." Derek said, looking nervous and then noticed Ron standing in the background
"…Hey, Ron." He added a little less enthusiastically.
"Hey, Derek, what brings you by?" Kim was actually curious as to what he had come by for, even though it was less than opportune considering her and Ron's 'near fight'.
"Umm…I came by to ask you something…um…could we talk in private for a moment?"
"Ok…I guess we can, why don't we step out into the hall." Kim answered, shooting Ron a look that said not to worry, which he seemed to understand. Once they were in the hall, Derek continued.
"Kim…I know we just met and all, but you seem real nice, and I was wondering if you might like to…uhh…you know, go out sometime?" Kim smiled nervously…how was she going to break this to him?
"You're a nice guy and all Derek, but I'm kind of in a relationship right now." Kim answered. Based on how he took this, she would explain the rest to him. She and Ron had agreed to start letting people know about them.
"Oh…I'm sorry. I read your GJ profile the before coming to this training thing, and it said you were single and had broken up with your last boyfriend a few months ago…any chance that you might become available soon?" He asked, looking hopeful. Kim thought he was a strange combination between nice and arrogant…right now, she could not really decide which.
"I'm sorry, Derek, but I kind of have a little confession to make. This is not just a dating thing…you see, Ron and I aren't just partners on Team Possible…we're married." Kim held up her left hand as she said this, letting him get a look at her now glaringly apparent wedding band and engagement ring set. Not that as his age, he would normally be looking for such things, but he was getting to the point at which he should.
"Oh…oh! I'm so sorry…It did not say that in your profile so I just kind of assumed you were available right now…I didn't mean to…" Derek started to sputter, turning red at his embarrassment.
"It's alright, Derek, Ron is an understanding guy…and we won't hold it against you." She said, chuckling a little.
"Thanks…oh…and the best of luck to you two." He said, turning to leave.
"I'll see you in class tomorrow, don't be a stranger. Ron and I would love to hang out sometime." She said, trying to be as nice as she could be to him. She then turned and walked back into the apartment, chuckling to herself. She would have to remember to contact Dr. Director about updating her and Ron's GJ profiles soon; didn't want any more of those mistakes happening again.
It had been two weeks since they had completed their week long training session at the Team Possible HQ and Kim and Ron were back to their usual routine of school. Of course, they also had the added tasks of training all the cheerleaders and a handful of other girls at the school in the art of self defense, as well as continuing their training with the government two afternoons a week and during their weekends. For the last two weeks, they had both been run ragged…not to mention the fact that graduation was scarcely a month away during the last week of May. Ron was trying to stuff in some extra studying here and there (well, he wasn't per se…but his wife was making him.), and of course, Kim was tutoring him, which also helped her study at the same time. At night, they both, even Kim…the 'more energetic' one, had little interest in love making or even watching TV since they usually passed out in bed as soon as the books were closed or their training was complete. The last week, however, had been even stranger, though.
The Space Center, ever careful, had begun to step up security even more than usual, insisting that Mr. Dr. Possible stay closer to his work, which meant he had moved out to the base during the week, and would visit his family on the weekends. Things on the war front had taken an even greater turn for the worst, realizing that the world's supply of petroleum was limited, and that control of the Middle East was vital to each of their economies, both sides of the war had intensified efforts to gain strategic control, drafting was stepped up, military and civilian targets were more heavily fortified, and rationing was intensified. The highways and interstates of the United States were finally being used for one of their intended purposes: moving troops and supplies rapidly across the US while maintaining strict control of access to the roadways. The mood of citizens, however, was rapidly degrading. Faced with an almost halted economy and the strict control of fuel supplies, people began to take to the streets. In the past, riots and protests were things people from Middleton had only seen on TV from other cities, but now, they had finally come to Middleton. Foodstuffs were in short supply, and some were even not being sold or shipped currently.
It scared and confused many, but for Kim and Ron, who had witnessed the beginning only months before, it was downright terrifying. Bombings and terrorist acts had intensified as the war had; Middleton was now seeing some attacks. Car bombs and small explosives had been used on two targets in the last two weeks. Then the call came. It was a bright Thursday afternoon; they had just finished classes for the day and were getting ready to head out to the base to continue their training. Wade had beeped in just before they were set to leave.
"What's the sitch, Wade?"
"Hey, Kim…I've got a mission." Wade said, looking haggard and tired, but most of all worried.
"Hey, Wade." Ron greeted brightly, looking over his wife's shoulder down at the disheveled pre-teen.
"Hey, Ron…Kim, Ron…this is no ordinary mission…and I know you have not completed the course yet, but you two are the closest." Wade said, looking nervous….Kim and Ron both immediately got the idea…they looked at each other worriedly. It was something they never expected to actually have to do.
"It's a dirty bomb, not quite a nuke, but pretty nasty. It's been detected in a small van outside the Middleton courthouse; it was left there not two minutes ago. We think it's on a timer so be careful, but swift. I have alerted local authorities; they should meet you there."
"Thanks, Wade…and, Wade, its been really great working with you; you're one of the best friends we could ever have." Kim said, looking sadly at him. Things would probably turn out alright, but just in case they didn't, she wanted Wade to know he was a great friend and a good person. Ron nodded in agreement, shooting him a 'thumbs up' before she cut off the device. Ron pulled her into a hug and then gave her a quick kiss.
"Well…let's go." He said.