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"Ron, why don't you take a seat, we need to talk." Those words coming from Bonnie is something that he never thought he would ever hear, especially with the involvement of two other females in the room. Ron knew that the 'we' involved was more than the two of them, it involved all parties in the room. Three females seemed to have some form of interest in him, that he didn't know existed until this week. This week when he buried his best friend, like there was some barrier to them while Kim was alive. Something verboten had changed, and now the unspeakable was being brought to the fore.
Ron sat silently, in a daze. His gaze passed over the three girls in front of him in turn. "What is this about?" questioned Ron. The thought that he was in front of three of the four hottest women he had ever known was starting to have an effect, and with the actions of all three of them were seriously confusing to him. He shook his head. Four of the four were here. He knew that Kim was glaring at the three from behind him. He would know that feeling anywhere. At least some things never changed. He had been withered under that gaze many times before, and again, he felt it's effect.
"Well, the party ended much earlier than I had planned last night. It seems that the rest of the squad was afraid of being in the same area as a certain two people." Bonnie sighed, and slid forward a little in her seat. "You see, Tara here has had a crush on you for a while, that and given the rumors about your… manliness from the guys that change out with you seem to have gotten her all hot for you. She wouldn't dare make a move when Kim was here, but now… well, she will. See, she likes, well, how do I put this delicately?" Bonnie paused, and you could see her sort words out in her head, "Large members of the opposite sex's genitalia."
"Yori wants you, plain and simple; she desires to be with you and you with her. Forever and ever, amen type of stuff, that and she holds you in high esteem, along with the rest of the people that she knows. Kind of like a trophy husband, but one that is useful. Seems you have quite the fan following.
"Me, well, I will admit that I am curious. You have done a total change here in a few days. I kept putting you down because I knew that you had more potential than what you were using. With Possible around, you didn't have to pass what was comfortable. I can't stand to see potential wasted like that," Bonnie went from looking him dead in the eyes to gazing at the floor. "I am not going to apologize for the things that I said to you Ron. I meant them. If you are not trying to be the best that you can be, then, in my book, you are a loser. You have greatness in you, if you would only accept that fact and work at it, then things would have gone better… so much better." Bonnie seemed to trail off for a moment, then she collected herself. "I want to see you achieve that greatness inside you, Ron. I am also not adverse to certain motivational factors that could insure that happening."
Ron looked her in the eyes, and saw something smoldering there. Like a fire that is thought to be put out, ready to rekindle itself to consume, or a long dormant volcano preparing to loose its magma upon an unsuspecting world. "Uh, Bonnie, are you saying?"
"Ron," Tara interjected, "what Bonnie is trying to say, is that we all want you in our own ways. You know, if you want to just have some fun, I would be more than happy to do anything that you wanted," as she said this, her eyes grew larger, and her posture assumed a more submissive and alluring overture. "I mean anything, Ron."
"And, I Ron-kun am prepared to fight for your affections, though I understand that the combat for them will not be physical. I can assure you that I am well trained, and can take care of any needs you may need, in or out of the bedroom, though I can not say the same for others."
The Japanese beauty and the blond bombshell glared at each other, only to be broken from the contest of wills by a clearing of the throat from the brunette. "What did we agree on?" The two looked away from each other, somewhat cowed from the force of will of the brunette. "Ron, I know anything between us won't be permanent, but that's okay. I want to see what you can do, so anything that I can do to help motivate you… just let me know. I like to surround myself with greatness. The main reason I was so hard on Kim was that she wouldn't let you falter enough so you would reach your own. And with her around that means that you would have been around, not living up to your potential, which means other people around me might get that idea also."
"Can you believe that BITCH!" was the explosion of sound, thought and raw emotion from behind Ron. "The only reason I was mean to you is because I know you had better in you and that I am the reason that you didn't seize it? Grahh!" cried the specter of Kim behind Ron as she lunged through him, towards Bonnie.
"Stop," Ron managed to get out quietly. The shocked look of the trio of living women in front of him wasn't whom he was speaking towards. "I said STOP!"
That go through to Kim. She did stop, in mid-air. She slowly turned towards Ron, eyes glaring in baleful wrath. "Are you saying that you want this, that you would want one, two, or all three of these trollops in your bed, instead of me?" she demanded.
"You never wanted me like that; we were always 'just friends'. Remember when I was obsessing about Zita? When I asked about you? You said that not someone like me didn't have a chance with someone like you? It crushed me every time that I thought about it, that I was good enough to be a friend, a best friend, but never would be good enough to be your boyfriend. No, Kim, I don't want them instead of you. I want them because they actually want me," Ron said in a mumble. He looked up at the three puzzled faces, "I need some air. I'll… I'll see y'all later. I need to think about some things."
With that, Ron stood up, turned, and walked out, leaving the four stunned women in the room.