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Chapter 11 A Little Traveling Music If you Please
Henri and Marie met Kim and Ron at the steps of the charter jet. After the standard Bisous A La Francaise, a kiss on both cheeks, they all boarded, strapped in and took to skies.
Henri came back to the passenger's cabin after leveling off and putting the plane on autopilot. "The flight to Rio will be nine hours," he turned to Ron who was coming out of the galley, "so there's plenty of time before you need to start the Jambalaya."
Ron frowned. "Sorry dude. I couldn't find any Andouille sausage." Henri was crest-fallen. "But," Ron added, "Big Daddy scored me some craw fish tails so I thought you wouldn't mind Etouffe, instead."
Henri's face brightened. "You know how to make Etouffe? I haven't had that since the last time we were in New Orleans, five... no six years ago!"
Kim grabbed Ron's arm and started to drag him towards the back of the plane. "We're kinda tired. I just battled a mountain and we need to catch some shut-eye." She quickly twisted the doorknob to the private bedroom and yanked the door open. "Marie? Could you wake us in say, six hours?" She looked at Ron.
"It doesn't take long to prepare Etouffe, so we can sleep in. Say seven hours," Ron smiled as he was tossed bodily into the room.
"Please and thank you," Kim chimed and swiftly closed the door behind her.
Marie looked at Henri. "Kim did battle with a mountain?"
Henri shrugged his shoulders and returned to the cockpit.
Ron was down to his boxers by the time Kim shut the door. She kicked off her shoes and pulled the light tan Poet's shirt up over her head as she walked to him. As they kissed, Ron's hands went to the draw tie securing Kim's Capri pants. Her hands stopped him. "Let me," she said slyly and held his hands out at arms length. She closed her eyes. Ten seconds went by before, FLOOP! The knot came undone. "That's as much as I can do, so far." She lightly kissed him on the lips. "You'll have to do the rest."
"Not bad for a beginner," Ron smirked as he loosened the laces and slid her pants and panties to the floor.
Kim pushed Ron onto the bed. "Now, which womanly button are we up to?"
"I said it before and I'll keep on saying it," Henri beamed, "if you ever need a ride, let me know." He punched Ron on the arm. "And I'll cook the next meal."
Ron smiled."Does that mean I get to fly the plane?" Everyone laughed. "No really," Ron continued. "Cause if you're in the galley, who will be watching where we're going?"
"Come on, Ron!" Kim grabbed Ron's arm and towed him towards the terminal. "Now, who are we meeting?"
Ron pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "It's the Mayor." Ron said glancing up. "I would say it's that guy over there wearing the tuxedo, top hat and red sash, waving at us."
The small Latino gentleman approached them with open arms. "Ah, Welcome welcome Senorita Possible, Senor Stoppable. Welcome to Rio!" He hugged them both. "I am Mayor Juan San Carlos de Villarreal. Please call me Juan. We are very informal here."
"Very informal?" Ron questioned. "That coming from a man in top hat and tux with a red sash that says "Mayor' on it?"
"Yes, I know," the Mayor ashamedly said. "I just came from the grand opening of a mall and didn't have time to change."
"Anyway Juan," Kim cut in, "my name is Kim and this is my partner Ron. I guess Wade, my Web Master, informed you why we are here."
"Yes," Mayor Juan sighed. "If the statue, Christ the Redeemer, were to be stolen, the city would be devastated." Kim and Ron picked up their bags and Juan led them to the exit. "It is most heartening to have you here to prevent it. Here is my car. We can talk on the way to your hotel." Juan motioned them to a limo and the chauffeur opened the back door.
"Our hotel?" Ron asked. "Did Wade book us into a hotel?"
"No." Juan stated. "It is my doing. Since you are so kind as to come and help, it is the least I could do. Now, if you look out this side of the car, you can see the statue on top of Corcovado Hill."
Kim and Ron peered out the window. "That is one big statue," Ron said in awe.
"The statue is one hundred feet tall and stands on a chapel that can hold one hundred fifty people," Juan said, sounding like a tour guide. "Corcovado Hill is 2400 feet. Not much compare to the hills around Middleton."
You've been to Middleton?" Kim asked.
"Yes," Juan said proudly. "I attended Upperton University. Class of '88."
"Wow," Ron marveled. "Small world. We're starting there in the fall."
"I'm not really sure what we can do about the statue," Kim thought out loud. "Our Mystery Man didn't set a date as to when he would steal it. I guess we should go up and check it out first."
"As to that," Juan handed Kim two tickets. "These will allow you to take the train up to the top. There is a car at your disposal at the hotel. It has a GPS system already programed for a few of the sights you might like to see and it has a city government sticker in the window that will allow you to park anywhere. If you need anything, here's my card. Also," Juan gave Ron a manila envelope. "I just received this via messenger. It's addressed to you Ron."
Ron looked at it. "It's from Wade. Must be a copy of the message from Mr. X ." He stuffed it in a pocket of his cargo pants.
The limo pulled up to the hotel entrance. Ron looked across the street. "Nice beach," he commented.
Juan followed his stare. "Yes. That's Ipanema Beach."
Ron started to drool. "As in 'Girl From Ipanema,' the song?"
Juan smiled. "Exactly."
"BooYah!" Ron said, shoving a fist in the air. "Oops!" he quickly dropped his hand. "Forgot I'm engaged to the most beautiful, most wonderful, most understanding girlfriend in the world."
"Nice recovery," Kim coyly said.
"What can I say?" Ron asked. "I'm a guy and that songs been a fantasy since puberty kicked in."
The Mayor chuckled at the exchange. "If you prefer, you can walk down Rua Anibal de Mendonca, a few blocks that way, and get to Muscle Beach. It's a free weight gym on the beach."
"BooYah, back at 'cha!" Kim slyly cooed.
They followed their luggage into the hotel lobby. "Tell you what, Beach boy. You can look at the girls on the beach if I can check out the muscle men when we work out." Kim coyly winked at Juan. He grinned.
"No fair!" Ron practically shouted. "If we go to either beach, my eyes will always be on you!"
Kim kissed Ron on the cheek and said, "And you got all the muscles I'll ever need to look at."
The two teen heroes checked in and thanked their host, promising to keep him informed of any developments. They entered the elevator that had coincidently opened as they walked up.
"Let's see what Wade has to say." Ron ripped open the envelope and pulled out a single piece of paper. "Oh, it's from our Dad's," Ron said casually. When he started to read it, he went into shock. Eyes big, jaw only down to his chest. Just a small look of shock.
Kim grabbed the paper. "What do our Dad's say?" Kim's wicked grin showed itself as she read the page. "Ah Ha! More buttons!"
The elevator door opened and Kim towed Ron out by the arm. "Come on Ron. Daddy knows best!"
"I have created a monster!" Ron screamed as he tried to keep up.
After two hours of between the sheets tussling, Team Possible came up for air. "We really have to get something super for our Dad's on Father's Day!" Ron exclaimed. "But you know this is a little unfair."
Kim raised her head off his chest. "How so?"
Ron looked serious. "I'm doing all the work and you're reaping all the benefits. His goofy grin reappeared. "Not that I mind. I loved the part when you fainted for five minutes." He giggled.
Kim slapped his chest. "You didn't read the other side of the paper." It was Kim's turn to giggle as Ron grabbed the page off the nightstand and turned it over. "It's from our Mom's. Seems they found out what our Dad's were doing and one upped them."
Ron's eyes grew big. "Man buttons! With illustrations? BooYah!" he squealed. Ron twisted the paper this way and that as he studied the pictures. His demeanor soured a little. "I'm not sure if I can get into this position," he said pointing at one pretzel-like configuration. "It looks like it's from the Karma Sutra."
Kim looked at the picture. "I think you're right."
They looked at each other in surprise. "You've read the Karma Sutra?" They both uttered.
"What boy hasn't perused that book," Ron said sheepishly. "If only to look at the beautiful artwork," he added slyly.
"Confession time," Kim blushed. "Monique, Bon Bon and I were looking at it just last week." Her blush deepened. "We were gathering info for my," her face reddened more, "attack on you, for the wedding night."
Ron smiled. "Well, I guess the assault on the Ronman has been scuttled. I mean since our parent's decided we could, ah, consummate before the wedding."
Kim's blushed even further. "Wellll, not really." She started to doodle with a finger on his chest. "Since we decided not to consummate before the wedding, there are a few surprises left."
Goofy grinning Ron quietly intoned his catch phrase, "BooYah. I can't wait for the night of August 19th." He kissed her forehead. "But I will."
Kim cupped his cheek with one hand. "So will I"
"Are you ready?" Kim cooed.
"For what?" Ron asked. "You wanta order room service before we check out the statue?"
Kim punctuated each of her words with a kiss down his bare chest. "Round," Kiss, "Two." Longer kiss, then she continued. "Man," Kiss, "Buttons." The last word wasn't really spoken. It sounded more like a purr, followed by a kittenish lick.
Round two lasted three and a half hours. Hey, they are teen heroes with stamina, and hormones, to spare!
"Room Service!" A voice said, following the knock on the door
Ron got out of bed, donned a robe and went to answer. He signed for the meal. "I added the standard tip to the bill." Then he slipped the waiter a ten dollar bill. "So you don't have to share this with anyone," he said slyly.
He wheeled the cart into the suite."Luncheon is served. Shall we dine on the Veranda?" he said, trying to sound like an Upper Crust British Gentleman.
Kim grinned. "Ron, we're on the top floor. We don't have a Veranda. We do have a balcony, and that would be spankin'." Kim got up and, putting on a robe, followed Ron out into the fresh afternoon air.
Ron set out the meal on the patio table. They enjoyed the salmon sandwiches with fresh fruit and orange juice.
"That was refreshing," Kim sighed as she stretched in her chair. "Wanna go check out the statue now?"
Ron picked up the bill and looked at it again. A comics-inspired light bulb lit above his head. "Hey! That's not right!" he yelled.
"What?" Kim asked. "Did they charge us for something we didn't order?"
Ron turned to Kim. "You talked to Monique and Bon about what we are gonna be doing on our wedding night?"
