Hello, everyone! Back with another chapter for this week. It was a lot but it went by in a breeze. My mind's really working and I already know for the most part where it's going. I'm going to try to upload every Monday, but I'm not promising. I may or I may not but I will make an active effort to try.
DJ Rodriguez: I agree! I wish I could take credit for this story, but I'm just continuing it for someone. I knew where the story could go but it was just abruptly stopped for some reason, which made me sad. The plan is to keep it going to it's end and vary up the situations that they come across as we go. You will see things you may not have expected and some you would have. I won't say what's ahead but I think you'll be pleased. :)
kgvamp42: I know I already answered your PM but I'll reply again. Thank you again for your words of encouragement and you are right. There should be more stories that don't focus so much around the same main characters. That doesn't mean I won't right stories primarily around the other main characters (i.e. Kim Possible, Shego, etc.), though. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on this! It helps me as a writer gauge my own writing.
Cthulhu rex a.k.a Nyarloth: I answered your PM also but I'll just let everyone else know this, I will be writing other stories so it will be all good. Thanks!
On to the story!
It was a Saturday morning when Ron pulled his scooter up to the Rockwaller residence. Connie had texted him that he needed to come over. When he asked why, she just said, 'now'. He knew not to qualm or refuse, but just do it. Hell, this happened to him yesterday when they didn't tell him where they were going when he had to help deliver a package so he concluded this was the new normal, anyway, so whatever.
He rode his scooter up the driveway and into the garage. They had been, at the very least, kind enough to have it ready and open for him when he came. He pulled it in and shut off the motor. Just as he was unbuckling his chin-strap, he heard a door creak open. It made it very easy for him to pick up since the garage was a more compacted space where sound could be reflected easily and thus, magnified.
Ron looked around and after a brief second found the door frame and there was Lonnie leaning on it. She looked at him up and down with crossed arms, then shook her head before turning sharply on her heel and walking off further into the house. He heard her say, "come on, Ronnie, my sister is waiting for us in the living room."
Sighing and nodding, his interest was still peaked nonetheless. He walked up the steps of the garage into a nicely decorated kitchen which consisted of fine marble counter tops and floors, and then followed her through to another room and finally Lonnie stopped so he did, as well.
He saw Connie sitting on one of three gray leather couches on the far side of the room from him. This had to be the living room, he thought. "You're on time and you didn't complain, we're impressed. Have a seat, slave."
Having not much of a choice, he did as she said and elected to sit on the couch facing them across a really nice, white fuzzy rug. Lonnie followed suite but chose to sit beside her sister on the couch. She wanted to see his face and reaction to what they had to say.
Connie started, "First, I want to start off by saying what I did yesterday. You did somethings good, and others not so good. From this point on, when we give you an order, you be more consistent and follow them." Lonnie nodded, looking at Ron but stayed silent. She turned her attention towards Connie when she spoke again.
"Second, and really the reason we called you over here today." Connie looked over to Lonnie and Lonnie opened her mouth, "We want you looking nicer."
Ron's face scrunched.
"Hello! We want you to change your wardrobe." Connie said frustrated.
"What?! Why? I mean, this is what I've always worn." Ron said as he tugged on his hockey jersey.
"Ditch it." Connie deadpanned.
"Let me." Lonnie looked at her and crossed the carpet to sit right next to Ron and looked at him in the eyes. "Ronnie, you should understand, we don't want to change everything about you. I think you should know Connie and I really do like you for the fact that you're kind.. and sweet... and honest.. you can be really goofy-" she smiled as she started to drawl, falling deeper into those chocolate orbs of his.
"Get on with it, Lonnie." Connie interjected. This snapped her out of her trance. "Huh? Oh, right." She blushed. Connie shook her head.
"So what we really want is to help you become more of a well-rounded person."
"Man. He's a man, Lonnie. Someone who has muscles like he does is a man." Connie got up and sat on the other side of Ron. "And some one who needs to realize it and own the title. Listen, Ron, she's right. You do have endearing qualities about you that make you someone women would love to be around. Even date."
Ron's eyes bugged out. "Date?! Me? Really?"
Connie smirked. "Calm down there stud, let me finish. You do. But what a girl also wants is a man who looks, dresses and acts the part of one. We never even knew you were built like that!"
"I think you had all three of our jaws dropped yesterday at the pond." Lonnie giggled, looking at Ron.
"Ron when you have a gift from God, you need to flaunt it." Connie said. "Not everyone can get the kind of body you do. Trust me, you're not the clumsy, sluggish, awkward, cowardly oaf you have painted yourself to be and you would have more of the female attention if you at least started off by wearing real clothes that showed off your physique."
"And then from there, you will gain confidence and that helps you look at life a lot differently and girls will see that. Gaining confidence will impact every other aspect of your life." Lonnie threw in. "You have so much potential, Ronnie. I mean, you ride a scooter, wear baggy clothes, it's time for you to get away from being just another boy and to start becoming a real man and we'll help you with that."
"All the good stuff said, We've got to be really blunt with you now. You should have picked up by now, you aren't the part."
"Oh.. I guess if you say so..." Ron frowned.
"But don't feel bad, Ronnie." Lonnie grabbed his hand, "Everyone has to make changes sooner or later. What are you now? A senior in high school? It's time. What she means is you can add on to all the stuff that you already have that women do like. Just think of these as minor tweaks in adjustment to how to carry and represent yourself."
Ron looked between them, "So what you're saying is personality-wise I got it, but I can improve physically?"
"Almost," Connie said. "You need to develop more confidence and we can help you start by getting you to dress better. You'll feel better about yourself when you dress nicer and that will project outwardly like my sister just said, but remember this, and this is a rule... there is a difference between confidence and arrogance. Women love confidence, but hate arrogance and will shoot you down quickly but that's a whole different topic for another time. Physically, If you mean by the clothes you wear, then yes. Like I said, you have the body."
"We've talked about it and we're taking you to the Mall today. It's the weekend. You, Connie and I are going out for a day of shopping. We are going to vastly update and improve your wardrobe and show you what kinds of clothes women like to see their man wearing. When you go back to School on Monday, you'll be a totally different man." Lonnie clarified, stressing the word 'man'.
"Not that I'm not grateful for all your help and while I appreciate your advice, why do this for me?"
This time, Connie spoke up. "Ron, a couple things. One, we want to show you our appreciation for what you have done and will keep doing for us. We don't want you to think we are careless, senseless drill instructors who expect you to do anything we ask. I mean, you're paying off your debt for breaking into our house and poking your nose in places they don't belong-"
Lonnie blushed again, immediately remembering her and Ron's first exchange about her panties and how she changed naked in front of him.
"and so yes, you do have to do what we say, but we aren't heartless and besides, we see real potential in you and I think we can make each other's lives better. We all want this to be as pleasurable an experience for everyone as it can be."
Lonnie nodded in concurrence and purred "And if you're a good boy and not complain, we may give you a little treat afterward." she winked.
"Booyah!" Ron said to Lonnie's amusement.
The trio were now in Connie's silver 2004 BMW 645 convertible as they made their way onto the freeway just a few miles from their house. Ron was stunned when he saw this car. He asked about the GTO they rode in yesterday but they explained they wanted to take the convertible since it was such a gorgeous, sunny afternoon and they could ride with the top down.
They chatted for a bit and now they were coming up to the exit that would take them to the Middleton Mall. Normally, Kim would drag him there when she wanted to go to the Club Banana store within the mall to do her shopping and they would just hang out. But today had a very different feel to it. Sure, he was going down the exact same way to the same exit he goes to with Kim to get there and is going to do the exact same thing, buy stuff and hang out, but it was with different people who weren't Kim and she wasn't there. This made it feel really strange for him, but he trusted Connie and Lonnie, he thought.
When Connie never turned onto it and kept on driving straight on the freeway, this caused Ron to do a double take. "Um, Connie? We missed the turn. Weren't we going to the mall?"
Connie looked up at him through her mirror and glanced at him from under her designer shades, her beautiful blonde hair flowing gracefully as the air made her hair dance freely. "Oh, you're probably used to shopping in Middleton for your.. uh.. threads." She laughed. "No, we're going to the mall Lonnie and I shop at over in Upperton. We're going to get you the really nice stuff."
Lonnie, sitting in the passenger's seat, looked back at Ron through her own shades and smiled at him. This made his heart skip a beat. She was so beautiful, thought. "No offense, Ronnie, but most of the stores in Middleton, including Club Banana or Smarty Mart so don't have all that of great stuff. Prepare to be enlightened."
Ron was now intrigued. Guess he'd have to wait and see what they were talking about.
They eventually reached Upperton. Driving through the heart of downtown was just simply awesome! The streets were cleaner than the ones in Middleton, there were bigger buildings, yet more space, as well as more places to go and see.
Live guitarists and jazz musicians were playing. Some on street corners, but most were in the center of town in the main district were you could get out of your car and go and do all sorts of activities like get your portrait taken, there was a science museum, live music, food stands, puppet shows for the children. The whole place hit all the senses and made you think that if life resided somewhere, it was here.
After they passed through the heart of downtown, they came up to a complex in the shopping district. There before Ron stood a mountain of a structure. A mega-mall, if one could call it that. It was labeled as "Upperton Grand Mall". He could only stare in awe. He had never seen anything quite like this before.
Connie pulled the vehicle into a open space right across the crosswalk that led to the front doors. "We're here." She curtly said as she and Lonnie each got out. Ron had to shake himself back to and follow suite.
"Okay here, try this one on. I think the sleeves here are enough to help keep a level of classiness and sophistication but will also show your arm muscles from underneath it enough to say 'sexy'." Lonnie said as she piled a white dress shirt that didn't appear to be too loose or tight for him but would still show his torso off well. "Now scoot! Go change and then come back out and show me what it looks like on you."
Ron mumbled as he strained to carry all the clothes they had picked out for him and had him try on for the last hour and carefully made his way through the rows of racks, trying to see around the pile to the changing rooms in the back.
A little bit later after the three had done the brunt of the work together picking out his clothes and made the purchases, things were more easy going. Especially for Ron since all he had to do was carry a few bags and not a pile, like before. Now they were in another store but it was more for women. Ron, however, felt obliged to help them shop out of courtesy and appreciation for buying him all his clothes.
"You know I can't pay you back." Ron said as he was looking through a rack of clothes.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it. We don't expect you to. Our family is well to do with, we go shopping like every weekend so it's not a big deal." Lonnie shrugged as she was doing the same down a few feet from him.
After a brief moment of silence, Lonnie looked over at him. "Hey, Ron?"
Ron looked back to her. "Yeah?"
Lonnie returned her focus to the clothes she was fumbling through, in front of her. "Do you ever think.. you know.. about the future?"
After he didn't answer for a moment, she looked at him again. His eyes were working. She could tell he was thinking. Ron sighed, "yeah.. a lot, actually."
"What do you think about?"
Ron again took a second to think through and craft together his answer.
"About where I'm going to be and where Kim will be, and just.. there is just so much uncertainty not just with where things will be in say, 20 years, but how is life going to look one or two years from now, after I graduate."
Lonnie now had her full attention on him.
"I mean, Kim, she's the world-renown superhero. She can call in favors from all over the world. She's respected, plus she's an honor roll student so I already know she's going to get offers for scholarships whether she asks for them or not..." Ron trailed off, collected himself as he continued on, "but I don't know where I'm going to be, Lonnie. For all my life, I had always followed her lead. I'm even the side-kick on missions. Now, for the first time, I am really being forced to look at everything with Kim potentially not being in the picture. Sure, I have other friends but she's been my best friend since pre-K and I've heard stories about people going their own ways and blazing their own trails. I just don't know what's going to happen to me or where I'm going to go, what I'm going to do without her... My grades are solid-C's at best. I know I'm not going to get any side-kick recognition and have colleges and universities from all around the world beating down my door. Maybe I won't even get one offer or go to the same school as her. So yeah." Ron looked back at her. "This is pretty much what I think about all the time."
Lonnie bit her lip as she stared into those sad brown eyes. She never knew the man who she caught as a panty-raider and perv would actually be this deep and in-touch with his feelings. She had to give him props for that and her admiration for Ron grew, yet again. Still, though, she also felt really bad for him. He was actually turning out to be a really great guy.. so far, and he'd wasted so much time being a backup and an underachiever without much encouragement to be better than he was, she thought. In that aspect, she thought Kim, his so-called, "best friend", failed him.
Lonnie prodded further gently, "Well, what, you mean Kim never tried to get you to think about life after college?"
Ron chuckled. "She did in the past, but not so much anymore. You know, it's funny because since this last summer began, she's become more distant from me and more focused on other things, instead. It's almost like she gave up on me."
"Well, Ron, maybe she knew senior year was coming up and felt the need to start looking at life through a different lens. I mean, a lot hinges on your senior year. Maybe she had to plan for life after high school as well and start implementing her own changes now to get ready because this year was going to be different.. albeit at the expense of your friendship." She offered, tactfully.
"You might be right, Lonnie. I mean, it makes sense. But I can't help but think with my poor grades and just an all-around lazy lifestyle, I think she sees me more as extra-luggage now. And I think I can see where this will go. Times change. And I've heard it said by people who've been through this, that you start to lose contact and friendships with people you thought you were really close with and knew." Ron began to tear up. "Rufus.." he whispered.
"Rufus?" Lonnie asked.
"Oh, my molerat! Or.. he was. He died a few weeks ago so that wound's still pretty fresh, sorry."
"Aw, Ron.." That moment, her heart sank for him.
"But enough of that. The point is, I can see this happening with me." He saw Lonnie's face start to turn into concern.
"No, I don't mean dying" He gently reassured with a smile. "Although it will happen to each of us sooner or later, but I can see Kim choosing to cut ties with me. The only connection to a person I knew my whole life. Without her, I don't know who I am."
Lonnie was blown away. She had just received all this information about Ron and wow! So Bonnie was right all this time when she would bitch about Possible and Ron. He does use the cheerleader as a crutch. And he was being... how did Bonnie put it? A 'lapdog'?
In her mind, this was very alarming. He was being set up and doomed to fail. Perhaps, and maybe as weird as this sounded to her, Ron taking that dare, sneaking into her room, getting caught and then getting blackmailed into servitude was actually, potentially, the best thing that could have ever happened to him. His life was going to change in major ways and there she and her sister would be to help him. Without them, who knew?
She turned and walked straight up to him until their eyes were scant inches away. She gently placed her hands on his shoulder as she looked him in the eye.
"Ron, you need to figure out what you're going to do with your life starting today. As your owner for the time being, I am partly responsible if you fail in the future, and I won't have that. I promise you, Connie and I will not let that happen." She said firmly, with conviction in her voice, also scared for the young blonde. She let him go.
"Ronnie, you need to understand, when Connie and I were in high school, we were exactly like what Bonnie claims and brags about being, now. We ruled the school with an iron fist and a rod of steel. I'll spare you the details about the things we did, because whatever stories you heard, they're probably true and the things you have experienced with our sister, are likely the kinds of things we did, as well. She picked up and learned a lot from us and you won't be surprised or hear anything new from our end. Anyway, all we cared about was boys, popularity, blowing off school, breaking curfew and partying all night long. That is it. That's all and everything our lives constituted as. We're actually really lucky neither of us got STD's, pregnant, or even worse, raped but that's besides the point." Ron blushed.
"Oh! And I have no idea how Connie did it, but she still was able to get really good grades! Way better than mine. Sometimes, she would take a test with a hangover, and even when she did, she still would get A's!" Lonnie said, going off on a rant-filled tangent.
"Well, I thought it was said that Connie was "the smart one"" Ron said in air-quotations. "Maybe she just picked up the material in class and from studying really well?" He finished careful not to hurt or piss her off.
Lonnie nodded. "Contrary to what I've said about us, she always had an excellent mind."
"Yeah, but you have the superior looks. You fill out your halters and tank tops way better than she ever could. You really could be a model." Ron said honestly.
That made Lonnie's heart jump and she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Thanks, Ronnie" She purred, inwardly smiling at Ron's visibly flustered state. "But as granny says, "dwelling on the past doesn't help anybody unless you can use it to help make a difference" so I will continue on with my story because there's a point I want to make with this. We both got our diplomas but left with nothing else. What I mean by that is, we didn't leave with any plan on what to do with our futures, nor did we leave with any maturity or insight. We couldn't see what was truly special about graduating other than being let out of that 'prison' and getting to party more. We didn't get any sense of accomplishment from completing something that took us years to finish. We didn't care, as I said, we were just glad it was over and that we could party a lot more than we did in school, without mother's "silly" rules." She said in air-quotes.
"We were free and, well, it was fun.. for a while. You remember the story Rain and I told you about yesterday and how our reckless lifestyle and irresponsibility almost ended all of our lives?" Ron nodded, "It was then, for the first time, we truly saw reality, Ron. Our eyes were opened and we saw our lives were not acceptable and everything we had done in life up to that point was all wrong. We instantly understood that fact and when we looked at each other, knew we shared the same realization. It was time to change. Ron, we set ourselves up to fail. We didn't bother thinking towards the future and getting serious about life, a career, family, anything. And now I see the possibility that your aimlessness could destroy you. I won't let it."
Ron didn't know what to say. He knew part of their story, but now hearing the way she shared the rest of the story and what the future looked like when they didn't have a plan made him super freaked. This was him!
Lonnie could see the look of panic start to form on his face and from his quick eye movements. She remembered that look being similar to the one she and Connie shared right after the crash. By instinct, she grabbed him and pulled him into her now heaving chest and squeezed him tight. "It's going to be okay, Ronnie. We're going to help you. I promise."
Ron's train of thought was cut off by her action of sudden affection and blushed madly as the entire side of his face was now buried into the valley between her very well-endowed breasts. Through her tank top, of course. "C- can't breathe" He grimaced.
"Geez, Lonnie, you get him all alone from me again and you can't help yourself. When are you finally gonna rip off his pants and jump his bones? This little show of PDA is so disgusting, like seriously." Ron and Lonnie turned their focus towards the source of the voice and saw an irritated Connie approach them with two identical-matching shirts with hangers still in-tact. One was blue and the other was green.
"It's at least good to see you aren't beating Ronnie up for getting close to a girl, like you did at the pond." Lonnie retorted as she only held Ron in her chest tighter and ran her fingers through his hair.
Connie snorted and rolled her eyes. "Ha-ha, so funny, little sis."
Lonnie abruptly let Ron go without warning, making him stumble slightly and she placed her hands on her hips, stepping towards Connie. "Stop calling me that. You know you came first by only two minutes, right?"
Inwardly, Connie smirked, knowing Lonnie hated being called that since they were considered twins. Plus, it was a nice little 'trump' card to use on her to get her to let go of her.. I mean, their Ron. "Still means you're younger. But enough of this. I couldn't decide which I liked better so I'm buying both of them. What were you two talking about?" She asked putting the shirts into her basket, just hanging off her arm.
"The future." Ron said.
"Oh, yeah? Sounds interesting. Let's head to the food court. It's getting to be around noon and I'm getting hungry."
"Alright, oh, and just for the record," Ron added, "I wasn't beat up."
"Oh, Ronnie, you kinda did get beat up by a girl." Lonnie winked. Ron crossed his arms, pouting. The twin sisters just laughed at his cute display of frustration as they went to get their clothes checked out.
Lunch had been nice. Ron and the girls were now sitting in the foot court of the gigantic mall eating Bueno Nacho. Ron had gotten his favorite, the 'Naco', while Connie and Lonnie ordered chicken salads with un-sweet teas.
Ron and Lonnie had filled Connie in what they talked about while she was finishing her shopping expedition. She concurred with her sister that he needed to find out what he should be doing with his life, and now. Still though, he had no real passions.
"Did you ladies know that I invented the Naco?"
"What? Really?" Lonnie asked surprised.
Ron nodded with a mouth full of food and started speaking until Connie stopped him, "Ron, don't talk with your mouth full. Remember, you have company present."
"Oh," Ron swallowed. "Right, sorry." He grinned apologetically.
"So tell us more. I sense there is a story behind this." Lonnie said looking at him from across the table, motioning for him to go on.
Ron shrugged. "There's nothing really to it. I was sitting in a Bueno Nacho back in Middleton with Kim a few years ago and I wanted to try something new so I took my plate of nachos, poured them in my beef-bean burrito and viola, it was born."
"Wow, that's it?" Connie said.
"Yeah. Like I said. Kim, on the other hand, thought it was disgusting. She eventually came around to it but she typically sticks to other stuff on the menu. You won't believe the check I got in royalties for it," Ron chuckled.
"What was it?" They asked together.
"Ninety-nine Mill."
"WHAT?" They guffawed.
Ron shrugged again, "Yeah."
"Ron, you're loaded for life! Why are you worrying about your future? You can do anything you want now." Connie crowed.
"Heh.. yeah, well about that-" He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. He averted his gaze.
"Oh, god.. what?" Connie braced herself for something bad.
"Okay, don't get me wrong, it's not the end of the world but, you know that creepy blue guy, "Dr. Drakken" Kim and I have had to deal with sometimes? Well.. we kinda still do?"
"Ron get to the point!" Connie barked.
"Well, he kinda stole it and blew it all on a laser. It had something to do with using masquitos for world domination, I think."
The girls each dropped their heads in their arms and groaned.
"I guess I shouldn't have carried all of it in my pocket." He said before taking another bite.
"Ron, just the fact that you are saying this like it's all no big deal is, like, super scary." Lonnie said.
"Yeah, what exactly does money mean to you?" Connie added. "Here we have been talking all day about trying to help you change your life and mature you up, this is just another thing. You need to learn to take better care of your money! And take it from us who are like, super wealthy, don't ever.. ever carry all your money on you, ever again. Do you understand me?" Connie asked him in the eye, dead-serious.
Ron merely nodded and had shrunk in his seat. He felt so small and stupid right now. "You're right. I'm so sorry."
"Don't apologize to us for anything, Ron." Lonnie said, "Look, we all make mistakes but this is serious and let this serve as a lesson to you going forward. This is how lives can be ruined and we don't want that for you. We care about you."
Ron cheered up at that a little and smiled at them. "Thanks. But may I ask why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you care about me? I don't deserve this kindness." Ron said, completely honest.
"Because we see some of our old selves in you. Not everything, but some things serious enough that they need to be corrected by people who have been there and had fixed them. You need to learn how to function in life, like we had to. We don't want you to learn the hard way, anymore than you already have with the royalty check. I'm sure Lonnie can attest to this, too, but I feel we are talking to us from 10 years ago." Lonnie merely nodded at her sister's words. Ron nodded also, his eyes drilled down into the table. It all made sense to him.
"I'm also sorry I reacted the way I did at you, Ron. I shouldn't have done that. I was just really shocked is all. You had it made." Connie explained.
"I did, but I will continue to get royalty checks so I can just make up the wealth."
"That makes sense I guess." Lonnie sipped on her tea.
"Yes, but what if it's discontinued?" Connie asked.
The table went silent.
Ron sighed. "I suppose I do need a long-term plan for a career as a fail-safe, I just wish I knew what."
"Let's not focus on that now." Connie quickly spoke. "We don't have to figure that out right away. It looks like we're all pretty much done here. Tell you what, Ronnie, why don't you go put all our bags in the car. I'll give you the key. Wait for us and we'll get going. There's one more place Lonnie and I want to stop by before we head home." She said, sharing a knowing wink with her sister.
When they left, it was nearing sunset. Ron had done as Connie said and carried everyone's stuff out to the convertible. He had carefully placed all of his bags in the back and the sisters' clothes in the trunk and made special care not to see what was inside their bags out of respect of their privacy before the two had finally finished the last of their shopping, met Ron waiting outside the convertible and left to drop him off at his house.
Now Ron was lying in bed. He had just closed his English book and set his notebook back into his backpack. All his homework was done for the week, and he was really proud of that. He felt something he hadn't in a while: accomplishment. He was now taking action and getting things done. This year, senior year, he was off to a great start and in large part it had to do with the beautiful sisters he met, although it was through questionable and very odd circumstances.
He had to admit that he had a really good time. Today, in itself was a great reward. He got to spend time with two, totally gorgeous ladies, they bought him all these great clothes, and wonderful and, at times, somewhat tense discussions, but they were meaningful. Ron couldn't recall the last time recently that any one, or two, people made him dig deep inside himself and helped him understand himself and grow in wisdom.
He felt as if a bond was starting to form with the two sisters. He didn't know if he was ready to call them friends. It had only been a day and he was still their slave for the time being, he thought. However, he was going to let this play out and keep helping them as they have done for him today.
Maybe he wasn't ready to say he could totally trust them yet either. After all these were the infamous "Rockwaller Sisters" everyone in school referenced to and bad-mouthed. But over the last couple days, getting to know them and their experiences, he was beginning to think maybe people were wrong, if not misinformed, and he could eventually get there. They didn't know their story. How they changed.
Perhaps, today was stark proof that they did completely change for the better. With all the advice they shared from their experiences, and the way they treated a "loser" like him the last two days, even when he knew he had no right to be treated so well for what he had done, his trust and liking for them was growing evermore. But it was early, yet. He decided he will indeed keep an open mind and enjoy basking in the closeness they were currently sharing.
Just then, the cell phone on the nightstand next to his bed began to vibrate. It had to be them, he thought. Reaching over, he picked it up and looked at the screen. There was a text message:
Did you have fun? This is Lonnie btw..
Ron smiled and proceeded to type back.
With the two most bon-diggity ladies in Middleton? You bet!
Awwh well I'm glad. Thnx for the compliment btw. What are you doing rn?
Not much. Sitting in bed and just finished the last of my homework. You?
Finished... putting some stuff away... are you alone?
Uh, yea. I was about to go to bed. Is there anything you need?
Ron waited for a few minutes for Lonnie to respond back to his question. And then he felt his phone buzz.
You did good today, and didn't complain once. We're really proud of you. You were the perfect gentleman being our bag boy and feel you deserve a reward! We stopped by Victoria's Secret before we left and we took this for you, Ronnie. Hope you love it XX
Just then, not even a second later, a photo appeared of Connie and Lonnie wearing very revealing black lingerie. Ron's eyes bugged out of his head. Connie posed wearing her's with the straps undone and loose around her arms, was leaned forward, almost as if she tried catching her bra from falling off her massive breasts, while Lonnie's bra was in the one hand that was covering her mouth as if she was shocked her bra strap broke and was covering her also well-endowed chest with her other arm. Never before in his life had he seen that much sexiness in one photo. Not even his Mom's "Woman Within" magazines with models undressed down to various types of undergarments and bikinis that they were selling could compare.
Night night, Ronnie! Love u! Muah xoxo
Ron kept his gaze stuck on the picture, however. He couldn't believe they would just send him that! But he loved it. So much so he began feeling a stirring in his groin. One he was determined to quickly remedy. Ron would, in fact, have sweet dreams that night.