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Chapter 5: Phase Three
Bonnie slid out of the booth, after Amelia got up. Ron and Kim stood also. "Sorry, but I gotta jet. I really need to study for the test tomorrow." Bonnie air-kissed both of Amelia's cheeks. "See you in school." Bonnie waved to Kim and Ron and skipped out the door to her car. The remaining three watched out the window as Bonnie got in her car and peeled rubber, exiting the parking lot.
Amelia turned to the arm-in-arm couple. "Well, what do you two have planned for the evening?" Kim spoke up, "We both have all our homework done. We were just going to hang out at the mall, maybe catch a movie."
Amelia's face drooped a little. "The mall... a movie." Her face brightened a little. "I have an idea. We can go to my parent house and hang out by the pool and talk. My parents are away at a conference so we wouldn't be bothered. I feel a little vulnerable here. You know, being famous and all. I do have my fans." The three looked around the restaurant and noticed a few people were pointing and whispering between them. "See, I get this all the time," she confided to Ron and Kim. "Pretty soon, I'll be surrounded by them asking for autographs. I don't mind if there are just a couple of people, but word somehow gets around and then it swamp-city with adoring fans wanting a piece of me. It can get ugly."
As if on cue, a couple got up from their booth and walked over to the threesome. "HiAmiwearebigfansandIjustwantyourautograph!" the woman spat out in one second flat. Staring, she reached into her purse and pulled out an autograph book and thrust it into Amelia's hands. Amelia took the book, opened it at random, and signed her name. Smiling big, she said "It always super to meet my fans." Amelia handed the book back to the woman, patting the woman's hand gently. She turned to the man and shook his hand firmly. The woman, holding the hand that Amelia had touched, turned to the man and started to giggle. The man held the woman's two hands in his and led her back to the booth. Amelia turned to Ron and Kim. "See, it's started. Let's get out of here while we can."
Amelia pushed Kim and Ron to, and out, the door. The three walked quickly to Amelia's Mustang. "Where's your bike Ron?" Amelia asked. Ron grinned wide. Oh, I got another Nacho royalty check. My parents won't let me touch any of it til I'm twenty one, but they did let me get that." He pointed to a huge, forest green Hummer. "It's totally tricked out and armor plated. Wade added a few gadgets in case we need to go on a mission close by. Wanna ride?"
Beep Beep BeBeep. The Kimmunicator chimed. Kim got it out of her pocket as the three got into the Hummer. "What's the sitch, Wade?" Kim said in her mission mode voice. Wade appeared on the screen, "Kim, nothings up right now. I thought you might have time to go over a few specs for our factory. You said you might have time this evening."
Kim let out a sigh of relief. "Ron and I are with a friend and we're just discussing what we'd like to do. Let me get right back to you." She turned off the device. "Sorry Amelia. I don't know when I'll have time to help Wade with this, but it shouldn't take long. We're setting up a company to manufacture a line of toys, books and games based on our lives and missions." She said, patting Ron's hand, then held it. "It'll help pay for college and fund some of the missions we go on. Sometimes, we just can get a ride quickly. With this, we'll have a corporate jet."
Amelia looked surprised. "You're letting your life get put out there, in public?" Kim blushed. "Yeah, I know. It's extremely awk-weird. But, if this company takes off, we'll be set. Plus, we'll be giving jobs to our friends and other people in this town. It's a win-win sitch. If it flies." Kim crosses her fingers on the hand not holding Ron's. Ron crosses his fingers on his free hand. "Yeah," Ron slips in. "We already have our friend Monique working on the designs for the dolls." He turns to Kim. "I hear Felix is helping her on the mechanics. And Bon Bon is starting to work on the company image. You know she's a nature when it comes to projecting an image."
"Sounds like you two have all your friends wired in. If you need a spokes-model, can I have the job?" Amelia said half jokingly.
Kim smiled. "That's not a bad idea! You're on the team." Kim let go of Ron's hand and extended it to Amelia. "In our company, a hand shake is as good as a contract. Especially among friends."
Amelia leaned back a little and thought on it. Taking Kim's hand, she shook it saying, "It's a deal. My manager won't like it too much, but it's my deal and she's not getting anything for it. O.K. here's what I think should happen tonight. You take my car and go help Wade. Ron and I can go to my place and hang out. When you're done, you can come over too. If you clear it with your parents, you can stay over and we can talk all night. Tell them you're staying with me, an adult, and you'll each have your own room to sleep in. But, tell them the truth. I don't want you two getting grounded for lying on my account."
Kim turned to Ron. "Sounds O.K. to me. It is a school night, that's the only hitch. But we won't know if we'll get a chance to get together with Amelia any other time." Ron pondered a moment, then said, "I see no problems with it. I think my Mom and Dad will say O.K. Let's go for it."
Kim nodded and turned the Kimmunicator back on. "Wade, I'll be over in a little. See you soon." Kim hit a couple of different buttons to switch channels and called her parents. Ron picked up the car phone and called his. Two minutes later, Kim was getting into the Mustang and Ron was pulling out of the parking lot with Amelia.
A short while later, Ron pulled into the driveway and parked. He raced around the Hummer and, extending his hand, helped Amelia out of the vehicle. "I can't believe how quickly your parents said yes," Amelia said. "Well, when I told them it was you, they got a little star-struck. My Mom's been following your career... and they do know your parents from Temple. Plus, my Dad's been doing freelance work for your Dad's company for years."
They entered the house and Amelia started up the stairs. "I'm going up to change. Just go through the kitchen out to the pool. I'll meet you there." She turned half way up, "Oh, and grab some sodas from the fridge on your way." She raced the rest of the way up the stairs.
Ron found his way to the kitchen, grabbed two diet sodas from the refrigerator and walked out the back door. From the front, the house appeared to be your typical two-story home. The back yard, on the other hand, was huge. There was a big jacuzzi next to the Olympic size pool. One side of the pool blended into a sand beach complete with volleyball court. Beyond that there was a small, private, five hole golf course. To one side of the course, there appeared to be a barn, with horses in a corral next to it.. The whole back yard must have covered twenty or so acres backing up to the foothills in the distance.
Amelia came out of the house wearing an over-sized terry robe and her flip-flops. She slowly sauntered over to the cabana by the jacuzzi and retrieved a couple of towels and other supplies. She flipped a switch and classical music started to play from speaker hidden all over. Seductively she moved, hips swaying wildly, over to Ron.
Amelia tossed a towel to Ron. "You wanna lay on the beach or in the chaise lounges. I prefer the beach." She continued to walk around the pool towards the beach area.
"Amelia, this is SO COOL! Your parents own all this?" Ron was as giddy as a school... (Well, you know how Ron can get sometimes.) "Oh yeah, the property goes up to the top of that hill there." She pointed to the summit of the nearest hill about a mile away. "No big." She put everything down on a small, low table in the sand. "Here, help me spread the blanket out." She snapped out one side of the blanket towards him. It came up short and he dropped the sodas and towel trying to catch it as it fluttered away from him. Ron's end of the blanket landed on the ground at Amelia's feet. She stood there, her end of the blanket in hand, arms folded in front of her.
"Sorry about that," Ron said as he picked up the sodas, brushed them off and put them on the table. "I'll get that." He took the blanket from Amelia, turned, and started to spread it out in the sand. He got down on his knees to fan out the far corners. Amelia took the opportunity to kick off her sandals and tossed the robe aside, laying face down on the blanket.
You wanna sun-screen me, please?" she said with a sigh, as she nestled into the blanket covered sand. Ron stood, brushed off his hands, and turned to her.
"No prob..." Ron stopped in mid sentence. His jaw dropped and eyes widened to dinner plate size. "Ammmmm, Ammmmm, Ammmmm," was all he could stutter until his brain rebooted. "Amelia, YOU'RE NAKED!" he screamed. His hands quickly slapped his face as he covered his eyes and turned away.
Amelia rolled onto her side, facing Ron, and leaned her head onto one crooked arm. "Of course, silly. In my line of work, there's no such thing as tan lines. We can't afford them. Besides, all the girls run around naked, back stage, at a fashion show. It's no big deal."
"It is for me!" Ron panted. "I've never seen a naked woman." He paused. "Except for the pictures in the magazine my Dad had hidden under the mattress." He was starting to hyperventilate.
Amelia got up and walked over to him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "I don't mind if you see me like this. Do you really care that much. You are an adult," she cooed quietly to him.
"Well, I did just turn 18," he said, lowering his hands to his side. "And if you don't mind, I guess I can live with it. Except for..." his voice trailed off as he looked down at the front of his cargo shorts where a nice sized bump was growing.
Amelia turned Ron around, facing her. She looked down to where his eyes were looking. "Oh!" she said surprised. Then, "Ohhh," with a throaty growl. She cupped his chin in her hand and forced his gaze up her body until he was staring into her eyes. "Ron, do you trust me?" She asked. He nodded slowly, her hand helping the nod. "If you do what I ask, then that" indicating the fully grown problem with her eyes, "will go away and you won't even think of me as being naked."
"Wha? How?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of hers.
Amelia leaned over and whispered into his ear. Ron's face went white, the corn-colored hair on his head stood straight out and his eyes were twice as large as when she had first taken off the robe. "YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT?"
A/N: What did Amelia whisper to Ron? I love cliffies. If you think about it. It's standard practice to put in a small cliffhanger before going to commercial. So, raid the fridge and turn the page.