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Chapter 13 Rio Part 3
Ron Stoppable and Kim Possible spent the next day at the beaches. They laid out on Ipanema for a few hours before heading to Copacabana Beach for some para sailing and jet skiing. At noon they took a leisurely stroll down one of the many business streets and lunched at a quaint outdoor cafe. Afterwards they spent a half hour at Muscle Beach working out. Ron was working out with the free weights, Kim was pushing the muscle bound hunks away. She thought she had put gym shorts and a tee shirt in her backpack. Trying to work with free weights in only a bikini with a beach wrap over it was awkward. The moment the beach wrap came off for more freedom of movement was when the hunky guys restricted her movements even more. She had called for Ron's assistance, but he was laughing too much to hear her pleas. When the last of the ten or so musclebound hunks landed unconscious on his buddies, the cheers from the ladies surrounding the area was deafening.
Kim angrily stomped over to Ron and yanked him from the workout beach. The barbell with 200 pounds on it landed where his head was lying seconds before. "Come on, Ron." Kim growled. "Let's get back to the hotel." She marched out of the weight lifting area, snatching up her backpack and wrap off the ground without breaking her stride.
A few yards down the beach she threw her backpack to Ron and tied the wrap around her torso. She was ten steps back into her staccato march before Ron grabbed her arm and stopped her. She spun on her heels and, face red with rage, yelled at him. "Where were you? Why didn't you help me?"
Ron answered flatly, "Did you need my help?"
"Yes," she huffed. "I was surrounded by those jerks!"
"And?"
"They wouldn't take no for an answer!" The red in her face faded.
"So?" Ron asked.
"So I had to take them out." Realization came over Kim. "You knew I'd do that."
"Yes."
"You knew I could handle them."
"Yep."
"Just like you usually handle the goons on a mission." Kim smiled. "And it was a good workout to boot."
Ron groped in the backpack and came out with a bottle of sunblock. "One moment, your freckles are starting to come out of hiding." He squirted some of the white semi-liquid in his hand and wiped her face, chest and shoulders with it. "Turn around and let me get your back."
Kim obeyed. "So you let me take on those guys?" She moaned a little as his hands massaged her back. Tension flowed out of her body.
Ron squirted some block into his hand and gave the bottle to Kim. "Don't forget your arms and legs." He started on his face and chest. "I'm not a challenge, and Omar wasn't one either. I thought you might like to take on more than one person at a time." He started to rub the lotion on his arms. "I didn't think it would be ten."
"Time for your back." Kim intoned. Ron turned around.. Pffft! Ron jumped forward a little. "Don't worry," Kim chided. She gave the bottle back to him rubbing the block into her hands. "It won't be cold. No ice chest, remember?" She rubbed the lotion into his back. "So I guess it was fortuitous that I forgot to pack my gym shorts and a shirt?"
"Wellll."
"Ron, you didn't!" Kim growled and spun him around to face her.
"He he he," he laughed weakly and rubbed the back of his head. "I thought..."
"You knew I'd have a problem with some guys!" she accused. "You took my shorts and shirt out of the bag before we left the hotel. I knew I had packed them!"
She leapt at him. He caught her in his arms and prepared to toss her to the ground. Instead she wrapped her arms and legs around his body and kissed him. "Thank you," she purred.
"Ah, KP." he said sheepishly, letting her gently slide to the ground. "I didn't have time to pick up my tee-shirt back there. Shouldn't we go back and get it?"
"Nope!" she said, jumping on him, piggy-back style. "I feel so greasy with all this sunblock on, I need a shower. And we need to clean up and rest for this evening." She slapped his butt. "To the hotel," she yelled throwing an arm in the air. Ron didn't move. "Buttons." she whispered in his ear.
"But we finished the lists," Ron moaned.
"We'll just start all over at the top. Maybe even do a few combinations." She nibbled on his ear.
Ron moaned and quickly galloped off down the beach.
When they got to the room, BeepBeepBeBeep.
Kim grabbed a robe before activating the Kimmunicator. "Hey Wade. Hear from our Mr. X?" she said slyly.
"Yeah," Wade said in surprise. "How did you know?"
Kim smiled. "It fits the pattern. We get a few days in a city, then move on somewhere else. I think I know who he is too."
"You do?" Ron and Wade asked, as if of one voice.
"I have my suspicions," she said warily, looking off into the distance. "I'll keep it to myself for now though." She returned her attention to the screen. "Where are we off to now?"
"How did you..." Wade shook his head in disbelief. "Anyway, he's threatening the Vatican."
"And our ride?" Kim asked slyly. "No, let me guess. Henri and Marie?"
"Sorry Kim." Wade took a sip of soda. "They had another job in the States. Major Grandness will pick you up tomorrow morning, 10 A.M., at your hotel and take you to his plane."
"Didn't he retire last month?" Ron asked.
"That's right," Wade answered.
"So no VTOL this time?" Kim stated.
"Nope." Wade slurped his soda. "He has his own private jet and does charter flights now. He asked if Ron has a good chicken recipe."
"Depends on his galley," Ron replied. "But I have a few ideas."
"Thanks Wade," Kim sang. Then added. "Oh, could you patch me through to Bon Bon's cellphone? Please and thank you."
"Sure thing, Kim. One moment." Wade signed off and a phone ring came through the speaker of the Kimmunicator.
"Hi, this is Bon," the voice on the other end of the call sang. "Talk to me."
"Hey B., this is K." Kim sang. She changed the tone of her voice, sounding serious. "Listen, I know you're at work so I'll make this quick. You're gonna get an Instant Message soon from some girl in Brazil. She's the queen of her school and needs to get straightened out. Don't pull any punches. She'll have the support she needs with the kids we went out with yesterday. O.K.?"
"O.K.," Bon Bon said. "But I might have to pull Bonnie out of the closet to get it done."
"If you think you need to." Kim said warily, still unused to hearing Bon Bon refer to her former 'Queen Bitch' personality in the third person.
"Don't worry," Bon Bon said cheerily. "What have you two been up to?"
"We went to the mall with a group of teens our age yesterday," Kim started.
"Did you meet the Queen?" Bon asked.
Kim looked at Ron. "Be a dear and go started the shower. I'll be right in." After Ron entered the bathroom she returned to the call. "No," Kim answered. "We met the support. One couple we met was absolutely spooky. Dawn, the girl, was a mirror image of Ron, except she's a girl. I mean blond hair, brown eyes and freckles, and she cooks. And Tim, the guy..."
Bon cut her off. "Let me guess. Tim was you, except a guy?"
"Yes!" Kim said. "A cheerleader with red hair and green eyes. Spooky?"
"Definitely Spook City," Bon Bon said with a chill in her voice. "What else have you two been up to?"
"We hit the beach today." Kim sighed. "Sunned, did some jet skiing, some para sailing, then we hit Muscle Beach. They have an gym for free weights in the sand."
"And?"
"And ten guys decided to take advantage of me," she said in disgust.
"We're you wearing the green micro?" Bon squealed.
"Nope."
"Too bad. And?"
"I had to take em out," Kim said with finality in her voice.
"And?" Bon Bon asked, giggling.
"Right." Kim cooed. "I have an itch right now so..."
"So go jump in the shower, girl," Bon Bon squealed. "What are you doing still talking to me?"
The only answer Bon Bon got was a dial tone. She giggled, hung up the phone, and went back to work.
Kim and Ron, dressed only in robes, dined on the balcony and watched the sunset. I could get use to this," Kim sighed. "Sitting on a balcony, watching the sun go down."
Ron giggled.
"What?" Kim asked.
"I was just thinking I could build a balcony outside my bedroom window for you." Ron laughed a little louder. "Or maybe one on the roof. That way we could get both the sunrise and sunset."
Kim laughed. "You can build outside your bedroom for the sunsets, and I'll build a balcony outside my bedroom window for the sunrises. That way we get the best of both." They both laughed.
"You think our parents would mind?" Ron queried between guffaws.
"Yeah, they might." Kim's laughing subsided. "I guess we'll just have to build a house of our own."
"Complete with sun deck on the roof," Ron added. They fell into silence, holding hands
After the sun had set behind the mountains to the west they fell into their 'get ready to go out' routine. Kim dressed in the bathroom and Ron in the bedroom. Kim yelled, "Did you call the Mayor and tell him?"
Ron picked up his white hight-top sneakers and sat on the bed. "Yep. He was most relieved, but sorry to see us go. It seems the little fracas at the beach might actually bring in more tourists."
Kim, brushing her hair, poked her head out the door. "Why is that?"
Ron smiled at her. "It seems the words gotten around that the musclebound geeks at the beach were handled by some teenage girl. They're no real threat to anyone so more ladies are coming in. With more ladies coming in it mean more men are arriving too. To look at the ladies that is."
Kim returned to the mirror in the bathroom. "All that because of little ole me?" she sang in a southern drawl.
Ron finished tying his shoes and laid back on the bed. "Not really. Juan said their was a report on CNN. About the progress Rio has made rebuilding since the Diablos attacked. That's bringing more tourists."
"You were playing me?" Kim yelled. A hairbrush came flying out of the bathroom. Ron caught it this time.
Kim came stomping into the room. "Watch it or you'll be singing a Billy Idol song tonight!"
Ron, beaming, asked. "Which song?"
"Dancin' With Myself," Kim growled.
Kim's scowl only lasted four seconds before the giggles took over. She flipped onto Ron and kissed him. "I can't stay mad at you."
Ron finished the buss with a small peck. His goofy grin took over. "I know. Who would you get to press your buttons?"
Four hour later the teens exited the hotel and went clubbing. By the third establishment they had entered, they realized a pattern was emerging. They would show their I.D.'s at the door. The doorman would recognize them or their names and summon the manager. He or she would gush over them for a few minutes and they'd be led to the best table. Drinks were on the house, though they would only order sodas. They'd get to dance a little before many adoring fans would start to mob them with pats on the back, pictures being taken and autographs asked for. Though they'd refuse the offers, their table would end up filled with different concoctions; From colorful, fruity things to beer and wine to stuff that tasted horribly harsh. Early on, Ron whispered to Kim the secret to not offending the drink buyers. He would taste the drink without actually drinking by wiping his mouth after a sip, and spitting it out in a napkin. Just after four A.M. they decided to call it a night. Knowing Major Grandness, he would be outside the hotel at ten o'clock sharp.
