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A/N: It's Monday. Let's see how the Food Chain fairs and how Ron and Bonnie's presentation goes in Health Class. That will probably take two chapters.

Bon Bon and the Food Chain

Chapter 14

Mrs. Stoppable opened the front door and saw Kim wearing only her Birkenstock sandals and one of Ron's old red hockey jerseys as a dress with her backpack slung over her shoulder. "Good Morning Mrs. Stoppable," Kim happily chimed. "I told Ron I'd come by early to help him pick out his wardrobe for today."

"Of course Kim," Mrs. Possible said with little emotion as she stepped aside to allow the redhead to enter. "Just don't get too frisky this morning and make him late for school."

Kim got to the bottom of the staircase and turned to the matriarch of the house who was heading toward the kitchen. "Mrs. Stoppable, I know you might disapprove of Ron and I having sex... and that I can't have children in my current condition. I also realize that I'm virtually stealing your son away from you when we get married next summer. I'll understand it if you don't like me very much right now."

"Ronnie's tried to explain those thing to me and my husband," Janette Stoppable sighed. "I remember what it's like to be hormonally driven at your age and that your getting pregnant now would only prevent you from fighting those evil men like you two do, but you must understand Dean and I really want three or four grandkids... and maybe just one of them to carry on the family name."

"And I've only recently come to understand the significance of a male heir to you and Ron," Kim softly said with her head bowed. "I want you to know that I'm... I'm rethinking my decision."

"I hope you are," Jan said with a bit of harshness to her voice. "Otherwise, with what I've heard about the Food Chain and all that going on right now, Bonnie may step in and take Ron away from you. Although I wouldn't mind that..." she paused and sighed again becoming calmer as she smiled at Kim, "...I know how much my Ronnie loves and worships you. We talked last night after he got home and he's really torn between you two girls right now."

"Thank you for talking to me Mrs. Stoppable." Kim squeaked and fiddled with a strand of hair that had somehow fallen out of place. "I'll keep you in the loop with my decision."

Jan Stoppable sighed a heavy sigh and look kindly at the redhead. "I know you and Ron try your best to keep the World save and all but it's taking a toll on Ron's body. I've seen the scars and bruises. I'm worried he won't survive too many more mission."

Kim perked up at her words. "I don't think you have to worry too much about that now. Ron's really stepped up his game and he can hold his own with the best fighters in the World."

"If it were only just a game," Mrs. Janette Stoppable huffed and stomped off the the kitchen.

Kim ascended the two stair cases and poked her head into Ron's attic room. "Hey Ron," she happily called.

"Hey KP," Ron sang back. He stood by his bed in only the yellow tank top and huarache sandals, not taking his eyes off the two pair of swim trucks lying on his bed. "I need a little help here."

"That's why I came by early Sweetie," Kim said as she stepped up to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him on the cheek. She picked up the tan trucks with one hand and dangled them in front of his face. "These ones, now get dressed."

Ron spun in her one armed embrace and kissed her on the lips. "Are you sure you don't want to spend a few minutes getting it on?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"You and your libido," Kim chuckled lightly. "You know I can't say say no to you," Kim cooed as she hiked up the jersey and mesh dress and pulled her bikini bottoms off to the side, "but I told your mother I'd make sure you got to school on time."

Ron impaled his girlfriend and she started pumping on his cock. "I guess it'll only be a quickie then."

"Just don't make a big mess," Kim groaned and poked him in the ribs. "Remember, I'm only wearing a bathing suit today... no pants."

"Cheer skirt protocol," Ron smiled his goofy grin as he shot a small glop of semen into her. "I gotcha."

They went at it for another five minutes before Kim got one more shot of man juice and pushed away from Ron. "That's enough for now," Kim sighed and tidied up her attire. "We can have another session during our study period."

"Whatever you say KP," Ron happily said as he got dressed, picked up his book bag, gave her a brief kiss and headed for the stairs.

"No Ron," Kim said to Ron as she stepped in front of him to talk, "it shouldn't be whatever I say. You should have something to say about our relationship too. Was that enough for now?"

"You know I don't like to do it here in my house KP," Ron said with a serious face. "Not after the last time when Hanna toddled in on us." He started to walk to the stairs again.

Kim grabbed him and spun him around to face her. "I know that Ron but is it enough for you this morning? I'm trying to be considerate of your needs. Is your sex drive satisfied with what little we did this morning? Are you ever totally satisfied with our sessions?"

"KP, I'm a guy," Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled at her, "I can never get enough of you. But thanks for askin though. One of these days we'll have to see if we can live up to your dream and do it for a whole month straight." He gave her a long passionate kiss. "Although I'm not sure I can go that long without Bueno Nacho or some sleep."

"That dream," Kim giggled as she walked to the stairs in his one-armed embrace. "I think they'd allow us a few hours each day to eat, sleep and go to the bathroom and such. I'll check with the Guinness Book of Records people and see what type of rules would apply."

"Well, maybe," Ron chuckled as they descended the steps and headed for the kitchen. "Right now let's give mom a shock and show up for breakfast with more than five minutes to get to school."

"We need to pick up Old Blue too," Kim suggested to her boyfriend. "You don't want to ride onto the school parking lot on the Ninja and have people asking question about where you got the money to buy it."

Ron pulled the little blue scooter into his usual parking spot and he and Kim got off and secured their helmets. "We're going to have to try making out on Old Blue sometime soon," Kim chimed, a little randy and unsteady from the ride. "I never realized how much that thing shakes and vibrates in a very good way!"

"Hey girlfriend, Ron," Monique yelled and ran up to them. She was wearing her swimsuit and mesh dress with the large shirt draped across her shoulders and tied around her neck. She tossed a small Club Banana bag to Ron. "Here you go, just like you ordered last night."

Ron peered inside the bag and his face lit up in delight. "You actually had one in stock? BooYah! Score one for the Big M!"

"What'd you get?" Kim questioned curiously and she wrapped her arms around Ron and tried to look in the bag.

"I called Monique after you told me about your dress and left the tree house," Ron said as he pulled a yellow mesh tank top out of the bag. I wanted to see if CB had men's tops to match yours, and they did." He stripped out of his normal yellow shirt and put on the mesh one. "Badical, ain't it?" he asked as he held his arms out to show the two girls.

Kim yanked the sales tags off the mesh top and smiled. "It is now." She gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Only you would think of matching clothes for us." Kim looked around the school grounds and saw all of the other students were dressed like they were headed for the beach. "I'm ready too," she said as she took off Ron's jersey and tied it around her neck.

"Hi Ron, Kim, Monique," Bonnie said as she walked over from her car wearing a somewhat modest, teal hued two piece bathing suit that matched her eyes. "Are we ready to tear down the walls of an institution?"

"Not quite," Monique smiled slyly. She handed the brunette a Club Banana bag. "We'll all be ready when you put this on."

Bonnie's eyes went wide when she opened the shopping bag and looked inside. She squealed with glee as she pulled out a teal hued mesh dress similar to the ones Kim and Monique were wearing but without the personal alterations. "I love it!" she enthused and quickly put it on. "The color is perfect!"

"Why did you get Bonnie a dress like ours?" Kim asked her friend.

"Ron suggest it when he called," Monique confessed as the four teens started their morning walk to their lockers. "He couldn't tell me what color your suit was Bonnie so he told me I'd just go with your eye color."

"I can usually see a kinda a gray scale going on," Ron told the three girls as they walked the halls, "and I saw your suit kinda matched your eyes."

"That was so sweet of you Ron Ron," Bonnie chimed and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"All right you four, hold it right there!" the loud authoritarian voice came bellowing down the hallway freezing Kim, Bonnie, Monique and Ron in their tracks. "What in Sam Hill is going on today?"

"What do you mean Mr. B?" Ron cheerfully chimes with more than a hint of nervousness in his voice as the four teens turned to face the oncoming authoritarian figure.

"Why is everyone dressed for the beach?" Mr. Barkin asked as he walked up to the quartet. "Miss Rockwaller, you're alway the face of fashion here in school, Explain!"

"It's very simple Mr. Barkin," Bonnie snarked at the bristly haired man, "we're celebrating the end of the Food Chain. I decided it's no longer needed and should be abolished so I decided we should all dress down today."

"It's about time that antiquated system was put to rest," Barkin said in relief. "I've had to put up with that bunch of bull hockey for sixteen years! I'm glad someone had the nerve to finally stand up to the powers that be and tear it down. Carry on!" Mr. Barkin spun on his heels and pointed to a couple down the hallway. "You two, McCartney and Jackson! I saw that PDA! My office, now!"

"Well that one hurdle out of the way," Ron sighed and turned to Bonnie. "I'm going to head over to the A/V department to reserve the overhead projector for our presentation. See you in a few KP, catch you later Monique." Ron raced up the hall knowing that the Vice Principle was currently occupied and not monitoring for anyone running in the hallways.

"Kim," Bonnie said in slight concern, "it looks like you're in a little distress. Is something bothering you?"

Kim grimaced a little but smile serenely. "It's no big Bonnie. I'm just holding in a special gift from Ron before we left his house. It sometimes takes a little extra effort this early in the morning."

"You naughty little girl," Bonnie squealed in delight as the three teens made their way to their first class.

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"Are you still holding it in Kim?" Bonnie slyly questioned as she took her seat in their third period Health Class.

"Unfortunately no," Kim huffed as she watched her boyfriend roll the overhead projector into the room. A smile filled her face as she eyed her Ron walk up to her and give her a covert peck on the cheek before he sat down next to her. "But I'll get a refill soon enough. Ron and I have lunch period after this and we know of a few places around the school where we can sneak off and fill 'er up."

"All right people, listen up!" Mr. Barkin said loudly as he walked into the classroom. Everyone could tell he was trying to fit in with the casual dress of the day. Mr. Barkin wasn't wearing his jacket or tie which only revealed his sweat stained armpits. "We have a change in plans. It seems the computer snafu has been cleared up and the people who had good grade the first time you took Health Class don't need to do their reports now." There was a general groan from most of the students in the room. "Quiet down! I know you all worked hard on your reports so I'll accept the written portion and grade them. They can be used for extra credit in one of your other classes." There was a general cheer from those concerned. "As for the three who didn't pass the first time, Mankey... Marx... Stoppable..." he eyed the three boys warily and sighed, "I'll listen to your reports and give you a grade that will replace the ones from the first class."

"Mr. Barkin!" Kim's hand shot up.

"Yes Miss Possible," Barkin pointed to the redhead.

"Josh and Arthur were partnered for this report," Kim responded. "They can do their presentation together but Ron was paired up with Bonnie. Is he suppose to do his report alone?"

"That's an interesting point Miss Possible," Mr. Barkin said as he checked the clipboard in his hand. He looked directly at Bonnie. "Miss Rockwaller. If you participate in today's presentation your grade for the class will be that given for said presentation. Your previous grade will be expunged. Do you wish to participate with Mr. Stoppable?"

"No she doesn't Mr. B," Ron forcefully said as he stood up. "Bonnie had an A last time and I won't have her grade changed if we do badly today."

"That's very noble of you Stoppable but I was asking Miss Rockwaller."

Bonnie looked at Mr. Barkin, then at Ron sitting behind her. She spun around to the teacher and sighed. "If Ron thinks he can handle it... I'll let him fly solo today."

"I can handle it Bon... nie."

Mr. Barkin peered at Bonnie and Ron for a whole ten seconds and smiled. "Alright then. Mankey, Marx, you're up."

The two boys took all of a half hour to complete their presentation on the the little toe before they handed in their written report. Mr. Barkin took a minute to look over the papers in front of him before he looked over to Ron. "Okay Stoppable, let's hear your report."

Ron walked to the front of the classroom, fired up the overhead projector and took ten minutes showing and explaining all of the components of the female reproductive system. His voice was a little shaky at first but with the dimmed lights he became more comfortable with his speech and settled down. Ron was just starting to explain the male organ and its internal corresponding structure when the projector gave out and went dim.

"Cheese and Crackers People, Now What!" Barkin yelled as he stood up and turned on the lights.

"The projector's light bulb blew Mr. B," Ron informed the teacher.

"I can see that Stoppable," Mr. B barked. "Fix it and continue."

"Ah, I can't," Ron said and rubbed the back of his neck. "They told me they don't have a replacement bulb for this old projector and it's the last one available. What can I do?"

Mr. Barkin leaned on his desk and swiped his hand down his face. "Just... just pass around the transparencies you were going to use and continue."

Ron finished the internal structure of the male reproductive anatomy when Jane Alexander raised her hand. "Ron, I can't understand these illustrations."

Mr. Barkin stood and went over to the female student. He looked over the transparency and frowned. "All of the handling has wiped off a lot of the information." He turned to Ron holding up the nearly blank transparency. "Do you have a hard copy of this?"

"I didn't make them." Ron looked over to Bonnie. "Do you have the info they were made from?"

"I left the memory card at home," the brunette confessed. "I didn't think we'd need it and the website we got the info from said it will be shutting down so it could be redesigned and revamped."

Mr. Barkin sighed and walked to the front of the room to confront Ron. "How much more do you have Stoppable?"

"Only the bit about putting the male thingie into the female hole thing," Ron said as he looked down at the last transparency in his sweaty hands. He held it up to Barkin and they saw the illustrations had smeared with the moisture.

"This will never do," Mr. Barkin sighed as he held up the last film and showed it to the class. "I guess Mr. Stoppable will have to receive a failing grade... again."

"There is another way to complete the presentation," Bonnie said as she stood up and walked to the front of the classroom. "Mr. Barkin," she whispered into the man's ear.

"YOU WANT TO DO WHAT!!!"

"It's the only way to complete the presentation," Bonnie said calmly but with a lusty gleam in her eyes. "We're all Seniors here and over the age of consent."

"I'll lose my job if it ever got out," Barkin countered. "There's no way I can allow it to happen."

"If you don't allow it," Bonnie started with a nasty scowl, "you can't fail Ron. He has this chance, this only chance, to complete the assignment. You can't fail him if you don't let him have every opportunity to complete the assignment."

Mr. Barkin slowly shook his head in resignation. "Are you willing to complete the assignment with Stoppable and accept the grade he gets?"

"What are you planning to do Bonnie?" Ron asked warily.

The teal-eyed cheerleader looked at Ron and smiled as she spoke to the teacher. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Barkin sighed again, walked up to the black board and started writing. "Everyone get a piece of paper out and copy this down."

I do hereby acknowledge I am over the age of consent and hold no liability to the instructor, Mr. Steven Barkin, or the Middleton Colorado School System for the events that happened on September 8, 2007 in Health Class taught by Mr. Barkin. I will not discuss or disclose the events with anyone outside the attending students under penalty of suspension or expulsion from school.

Barkin turned to the class. "You will sign and date the document and hand it in to me before we continue with Stoppable's presentation."

A murmur ran through the small class as the unusual request was completed. After all the students, including Ron and Bonnie, handed in their papers and Mr. Barkin scrutinized them thoroughly, he nodded to Bonnie.

The teal-eyed brunette turned to the class and smiled. "The last part of our presentation is the act of intercourse. Ron and I will demonstrate."

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Can anyone guess where I might have gotten the name Arthur Marx?

Also, if this story seems a bit rushed there is a reason. It will be divulged tomorrow when I post the last two chapters of the story.