Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible. Yeah, I know a crying shame indeed.

Author's Notes: Yes, this story is going to continue. I don't drop stories; I just put them on hold.

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Ron slowed to a walk as he came to the walkway to the door. He started to breathe deep and slow as he walked up to the door, and then knocked. He waited a minute and sighed. He knew there were people here. Tara's car was still out front. Sighing he turned around. Apparently, they were still asleep. Though why would only Tara's car be here and everyone else's be gone, he did not know.

He started back down the walkway to the road, intent on continuing his running when he heard the door behind him open up. "Ron!" yelled a voice that he new to well. He turned to face the strident vocalization.

"Oh, hey Bonnie, no one answered so I thought no one was home," hedged Ron, his hand on the back of his neck, his head tilting to the side. Noticing what she wore, his hand dropped along with his jaw.

She stood in the doorframe of her house in an oversized T-shirt. Well, oversized for her, that is. It barely came down to her thighs, and Ron was sure that her slight moving was giving brief glimpses of her, well briefs. 'Bikini briefs at that,' thought Ron. 'It is tight in the chest area too,' commented another part of his brain. 'I wonder what it looks like from the back?' interjected yet another part.

"Come on in, Ron, we've been waiting to talk to you," Bonnie said as she rubbed her left calf with the top of her right foot.

Ron nodded and started to walk to her, pausing to wipe the sweat from his brow. As he approached the door, he went to wipe his brow again, only to find his arm being restrained by a grouping of five fingers connected to a well-tanned arm. "Don't… I like it when a guy glistens." She let go of his arm and let him in.

"Ewww, glistens? Can she be anymore wrong?" the lilting voice of the spectral Kim came from behind Ron.

Ron sighed and shook his head as he came into the foyer of the house. "Go ahead into the den, Ron. We'll talk there," directed Bonnie, pointing to the door on the left. "I'll be there in a minute."

Ron nodded and went into the indicated room. He looked around and saw Yori and Tara sitting on opposite ends of a couch. Even he could read the body language. They had their shoulders turned slightly away from each other, their feet pointing away also, plus both of their arms were crossed. Upon realizing that Ron had entered the room, the attitude of the two changed somewhat. Both seemed to move from the reclined positions to being next to him in an instant. Tara wrapped herself around his right arm, while Yori slithered between his left arm and his body, putting her into an automatic hug. Yori then slid her left hand behind Ron and ran her fingers through his hair. Hearing Ron slightly moan, and taking a glance behind him, Tara glared at Yori, then ran her right arm behind Ron, and slid it between him and the band of his sweat pants. This shocked Ron out of his pleasure loop of Yori playing with his hair. What shocked him more, but returned him to moans was when she slipped her hand between boxers and skin and grabbed his right buttock. The moans turned to whimpers as she let her nails find purchase.

The blonde's lips found Ron's ears. "Anything else you want me to grab, Ronnie?"

"LET HIM GO!" shocked Kim's voice as she rose through the floor.

Ron was still in a stupor as a sound emerged from behind him. "Eh hem, what did we talk about last night and this morning?"

The two girls slowly disengaged from Ron. Yori made sure that she scratched the back of his neck, while Tara squeezed his right cheek before pulling her hand from his sweats. The two girls slunk back to the couch. Bonnie passed Ron, handed him a bottle of water, and then licked his jaw line before sitting in the chair to the right of the couch. She looked coldly at the other two on the couch, "Don't say anything, you both got chances, so we are even. Ron, why don't you take a seat, we need to talk."