AN: Thanks very much to all who have enjoyed this story. I was very surprised at all the requests for a sequel, and it has kind of evolved. Anyway, many thanks.

Surfrost: You were right on the money. This was originally supposed to be a one shot. Who knew? As to Kim, see "Happy Birthday, KP", and there will be more here.

IncrediRaider 8: Glad you were tickled.

Taechumso: Never heard of WFROSE, but I'll look him up.

JPMod: Glad you enjoyed it, but what are you doing reading? Write!

Campy: Glad you got a laugh. Kim will deal, but possibly not how she wants to. Also: see note to JPMod- applies to you.

Matt: Thanks for the compliments, they help.

Now, a couple of requests:

My idea of what SS stands for? My idea is striking me as lame. Any suggestions? Winner revealed in last chapter.

A genuine, antique, Stan Lee Marvel no-prize to the artist out there who has the time to show the interlocking SS. I know what it looks like, but I can't draw to save my life.

Thanks for your time, on to the story.

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Chapter 3: Conversations II

I.

"All right, Talk!"

"Yeah, you're supposed to be their best friend? How does he do it? And why does she let him?"

"I don't know."

"Please, Monique," Tara implored, "tell us!"

"I'm telling you I don't know!"

Bonnie stepped closer, "Come on, Monique, you have more curiosity than any two other girls, you have to have asked."

"I asked her, yeah…"

"And?"

"She just got this loopy look in her eyes and grinned from ear to ear."

"I don't care how he doesor who he does it to," smoky voiced Amelia joined in, "I just want him to do it again."

Monique was the first to regain her speech. "Whoa, whoa, now wait a minute. You want it again?"

"Don't you? Don't all of you?"

The girls were silent, avoiding eye contact.

"All right, just a moment, she usually walks by here about now." Amelia walked out the door, returning shortly leading an obviously bewildered Melody.

"Why did you bring her into this?" Bonnie asked.

"She's already in this, and we need an odd number, a tie breaker."

"A tie breaker?" Tara was confused, "Are we voting on something?"

"You'll see. Melody, we're having a little discussion here, and we want your opinion."

Melody's newfound confidence flew away. "My opinion? I don't…I mean…what…uh…who…I…I."

"Calm down, Melody," Monique soothed, "I think I see where she's going with this. Since nobody wants to volunteer, show of hands, who wants it again?"

Avoiding eye contact, five feminine hands fluttered shoulder high. The brightly flushed face of Melody inspired Bonnie.

With a wicked grin she began, "All right, the only other girl I'm close to is Tara, and she can't or won't talk to me about this. Like Kim, her eyes get foggy when she starts to think about it."

"Like yours don't." A blushing Tara protested.

"Granted, but what happened, exactly? I'll tell if the rest of you will."

Reluctant nods came from the girls.

"Ok, order, we need order. Give me one hair, each of you." Bonnie demanded. She placed the hairs in her cupped hands. "Melody, close your eyes and draw."

The girls all watched Melody's hands as she gradually selected four different colored tresses, black, auburn, blonde, and gold blonde.

"All right," Bonnie announced, "me first, since it's my idea, then e. Monique, Amelia, Melody, and Tara. Everybody agree? Good. Now, here's what happened

Bonnie leaned against the wall of the empty classroom, the blinds were drawn, the lights out. In the darkness she luxuriated in the momentary calm. She needed her "posse" of sycophants; they gave immediate and visible proof of her status as the head of the "food chain". Sometimes, though, they made her want to scream. She knew she could never be a hermit, she was a social creature, needing people around her, preferably adoring, to bolster her ego and reassure her of her own worth. Her eyes closed, completing the solitude.

Hands on her bare midriff raised her into the air, spun her, and before she could recover, laid her gently over a pair of knees. Her first outraged scream sputtered and died when a large hand made hard contact with her skirt. Her jerked up, but before she could loose her enraged bellow, fingers danced lightly up her spine.

A flush of pleasure kept her mouth open, her bellow unvoiced. Like a pianist building to a crescendo, the fingers flashed an arpeggio of sensation, while the palm provided a bass beat to her bottom. The concert upon her body built to a final climax of released moans, totally limp limbs, and pleasure shuttered eyes. She had never…

"Bonnie! Bonnie!" A light shake woke her to four grinning faces. Looking at the others, the 'impossible' happened; Bonnie's sun kissed complexion blushed.

"All right, all right," she tried to growl, "it happens to me too. I just…it was…Monique, your turn."

"I was in the library, no one was around. I don't know where Miss Hatchett was. I stretched up on one foot for a book, when my foot was swept out from under me. I could see the floor coming up when hands on my hips caught me, turned me, and laid me over his lap. He was sitting on one of the cassocks in there. I was about to put some major Pain King moves on the turkey when he…he touched my neck…and …he…he..."

"Well, that didn't take long, "gloated Bonnie at the lost n space Monique, "did you get a spanking too?"

Monique's eyes snapped back into focus. "Uh…yeah…not really a spanking though, kind of a …a…stinging caress…all mixed up with…the fingers…and "

"We've lost her again." Tara giggled.

"It was my ears," Amelia whispered, "he put his hand on my neck and a finger and thumb behind my ears, and began to squeeze and stroke. His other hand…" Amelia shivered, "his other hand would spank, and then touch the very base of my spine. I never…I just…I…I want it again," she wailed.

Tara place a sympathetic arm around the tearing Amelia, "I know, we all know."

"Melody, your turn." Bonnie prompted.

"I was in the chess club room," the shy blonde started, her eyes on the floor, "there's hardly ever anybody in there after school, and I…I was crying…"

Melody was accustomed to being teased by the other girls, their jibes at her limp hair and out of fashion clothes hurt, but she tried to ignore them or put a brave face on. What had driven her in tears to her refuge was an overheard crack by a boy she kind of liked, and hoped, in her shy wishes, that he kind of liked her back. A flat chested, idiot savant chess whiz he had called her. That broke her control.

"I'm stupid and I'm ugly." She sobbed into her cupped hands. "He's right, I just…" her tears intensified. In her misery, she barely realized someone had joined her until her face was pressed into a black clad shoulder. She had a glimpse of black cotton pants before her face was hidden. A large comforting hand stroked her hair, while another massaged her back.

"Shhh," a soft voice soothed, "only tears of joy should come from beautiful ladies."

"I'm…I'm not…" She gulped.

"Yes, you are," the voice contradicted, "you 'walk in beauty like the night', you've just never let the beauty into the sunlight."

No one had ever said such a thing to her before, but his tender hand prevented her from rising to see him.

"Who…who are you?' She whispered.

"Doesn't matter, someone who recognizes beauty." The hands continued to calm her until finally her sniffles ceased.

Then she was willingly tilted and it began…

"Damn, lost another one," Bonnie smirked, "he spoke to you, huh? Was it Stoppable, could you tell?"

"No, I only heard him a couple of times before this, we weren't friends or anything."

"Have you talked to him since?" Amelia questioned.

"I tried, but I couldn't tell, he acts polite, but no clue at all if it was him."

"Finish the story, Melody, did he spank you?" Tara wanted to know.

Melody was immediately re-flustered. "Yes…no…I just…it was gentle…and…and…he kept saying I was beautiful. When I said no, he would spank harder, and when I finally agreed,it was wonderful...itwas just…just…"

"Now don't zone out on us again, we still have to hear Tara's story." Bonnie scolded.

Now the focus of attention, Tara faltered, "Well...well, you know the lilac bushes behind the school?"

Four pairs of confused eyes stared at her.

"Last spring I happened to find a way in. Somebody had made a path into the interior and hollowed out a little place. The entrance is tricky, but if you look at just the right angle you can see it. In the middle it's cool and kind of dark and smells just wonderful."

She saw the questioning glares.

"I'm getting there. Anyway, you have to bend over to get in the last bit and I tripped over something. I knew I was going to fall but he caught me and before I knew it I over his lap, his left hand kept me from looking back and his right started to…spank me. Then his left hand moved and…it…just."

"Tara!"

Tara snapped back to the present. "I don't know where he touched me, I don't remember anything intimate, but, wait, yes I do. The backs of my knees and legs, I remember that. His hand kept touching and his other hand kept spanking and the smell, and the peace, and the feeling…"

"Tara!"

The disgruntled blonde glared at Bonnie. "You let the others, why can't I…"

"Plan now, zone later." The brunette grinned. "Does every one remember what they were wearing?"

"Purple dress."

"Maroon silk slacks."

"That ankle length horror my dad bought."

"My cheerleading outfit."

"And I was wearing a blue mini. So between all of us he had a lot of chances to," Bonnie made her air quotes, "take liberties and he didn't."

Four nods of agreement.

"So," Bonnie pondered, "if he can make you feel like that...without…imagine. If he did…that would be…"

"Bonnie!"

The brunette cheerleader jerked aware to see Tara grinning derisively. "Plan now, zone later, Bon-bon."

Bonnie scowled. "So, what do we do?"

"Confront him."

"Kidnap him!"

"Demand our rights!"

"Rights?" Tara looked startled.

"Confrontation won't work," Monique ground out, "he'll just deny everything."

"Well, Miss Kidnaper, what if we get him and he won't do anything?" Amelia questioned.

"We have to do something!"

"We have to get Kim involved." Amelia stated.

"We don't even know if she's been chosen." Melody objected.

"Oh, she's been chosen, at least twice." Monique growled.

"Twice!"

"What?"

"How do you know?"

"She never wears a pin."

"I was waiting in her room, ok, and her drawer was, ah, partially open."

"Are they both silver?"

"One is, the other is white gold with an emerald."

"That settles it," Bonnie decided, "I wasn't one hundred percent certain before, but it has to be Ron. He's the only one Kim would let touch her, anyone else would be wearing casts and hunting a soprano coach."

"How do we get her?"

All eyes turned to the opening door.

"What are you girls doing in here? There's no practice today."

"Kim!"

"Come on in."

"We need to talk." Bonnie smiled.

The smile did it. Backing out cautiously, Kim turned and sprinted down the hall. She was followed by five determined females.

II.

"Mom, can we talk?"

"Of course, Kim."

"Alone?'

Anne Possible turned to see her daughter's confused, worried face. Three sets of male eyes snapped around to look also.

Standing, Anne pointed Kim to her loft. "I'll be up in a minute." She turned to her husband, "James, you and the boys stay here. This is woman talk, private."

"Of course, dear." Her confused husband agreed.

Mrs. Dr. P. found her famous daughter scrunched against the headboard, clutching her Panda-roo.

"Kimmie, what's the matter?"

"Mom, you remember my birthday mission?"

Anne managed not to laugh. "Uh-huh. Why, have you found him?"

"Well, yes, and, Mom, it…it was Ron."

"Why that sneaky little…I didn't think he had it in him!"

"MOM!" Indignant emerald eyes glared into laughing blue ones.

"I'm sorry, honey, but at least it wasn't a stranger." Anne managed.

Kim's glare did not lessen.

Anne couldn't stop herself. "The soothing balm, too?"

At Kim's scowling nod, Anne lost it.

"Are you finished?" The younger redhead asked coldly.

"I'm sorry, Kimmie, I'll try to control myself." Anne managed between giggles, "Did you tell him? Did you pay him back?"

Kim's glare vanished, replaced by a blushing grin. "Well, in a way, we kind of...evened things out."

"How?'

"Uh, can we not get into details, Mom, it kind of…ah…?"

"Kim, did you have sex with Ronald?" Anne frowned.

"No! We…we haven't…we just…we…"

"Calm down, honey, I just want you to be careful and make the right decision. Your father and I love you."

"I know, mom, thanks, I love you, too." The two women embraced. "But that isn't what I needed to talk about."

"Oh?"

"It's Ron." The blush was back, "Since school started, things have been happening, and, I don't know but…He says he's just keeping his ninja skills up, that he needs more practice but I just…he…He's enjoying it too much!" Kim burst out.

"Kim, you enjoy practicing your Kung Fu."

"It's not the same."

"Why?"

"Well, it's just…he…let me show you something." Kim went to her desk and retrieved two objects.

"Honey, these are lovely. Did Ron give them to you?"

"That's part of the problem. I'm not 100 per cent sure."

"Explain."

"Ok, here's what's been happening."

And a tale was told.

Interlude.

"Hi Mr. Dr. P., Jim, Tim." Ron called as he entered the Possible home. "Is Kim here?"

"She's with her mother at the moment, Ronald." Mr. Possible began when a few synapses sparked in his genius mind. 'Why would Kimmie cub looks so confused? The only reason she would be confused and want to talk privately with her mother is boys and the only boy she's interested in is…' "Ronald! We need to talk."

Ron shied like a startled colt. "We do? Do we…uh…what…what do we…about what...sir? Now…I…I"

"Now." Mr. Possible stood. "Jim, Tim, you will stay here or the garage. You will not eavesdrop on you mother and sister. Clear?"

"Yes, sir." Chorused the twins at his unusual firmness.

"Ronald, outside, now."

Sliding the patio doors shut, Mr. Possible turned to his daughter's boyfriend. "All right, Ronald, I don't know any other way, so straight up, have you and Kim had sex?"

Ron paled, "No…uh...no, sir…we…I didn't…haven't…no black hole, please!"

"Calm down, Ronald, I believe you."

Ron almost fainted with relief.

"But," Ron's relief fled, "you've done something, otherwise Kim wouldn't be so upset. I want to know what."

Ron mentally threw out his first two answers when inspiration struck, "Mr. Dr. P., Kim learned the Puppy Do Pout from Mrs. Dr. P., right?"

Puzzled by the tangent, Dr. Possible answered cautiously, "Yes, of course she did. What has that to do with Kimmie cub's problem?"

Ron sidled closer, "Would you like to learn a counter to the PDP? Something I picked up in Japan?"

End Interlude

'Serious face, serious face.' "Honey, if this is Ron, have you asked him? I mean, the method may be unorthodox, but he seems to have helped some of these girls. Bonnie isn't the bitch queen she was, Melody has more confidence, Tara is more focused."

Kim interrupted, "Mom, this is Ron, my Ron!"

"How has he been behaving? Any big headiness? Is he making passes at other girls?'

"Just the same old goofy Ron. If anything, more attentive to me than ever since he got back. He totally ignores them."

"Honey, you and Ron have always been able to talk about anything. Ask him, Ron wouldn't lie to you."

"I know. I tried. But he…and then he…" Kim's eyes began to glaze.

Anne tried very hard, well, kind of hard, to contain her laughter.

"Hmmm, I may have to talk to Ronald, myself."

"Mom! Wrong sick!"

Interlude two:

Kim pulled her pillow tighter over her ears. "Ewwww, this is just sick and wrong. At their age. That sound proofing so has to be replaced. White noise generators…I wonder if Wade has any…"

She raised her head, with no hope of being heard. "There are teenagers being traumatized here!"

Kim grabbed a second pillow.

End interlude two.

III.

Kim was brought from the side room where she had been waiting in frustration for the meeting to end. Her nemesis greeted her by demanding of those gathered.

"We're all agreed then?"

"Yes!" came a resounding affirmative from the gathered girls.

Bonnie turned to Kim, "Kim, we don't care how you do it, but your mission is to convince Stoppable that this little sorority is big enough." She looked at the group, "Am I right?"

"You're right"

"Yes!"

"Second, you will get him to contribute to the…ahh…morale of our group. Right?"

"Right!"

Kim was stunned, "But I…don't I get any…he won't…He's MY boyfriend!"

"So what?"

"Yeah, he can't stop now."

"We want Ron."

"Girlfriend, we all know Ron loves you, and you love him, right?"

"Yes, that's why…"

"But," Monique interrupted, "I know, and they don't need to know, how he got started on this."

"But, Monique…"

"Kim, you started something, and you have to continue. I don't want to hear any more of this quitter talk."

"But, Monique…"

"No buts, look at your fellow women, you have a duty to them."

Kim looked into the various glaring, pleading, and determined eyes, and then hastily averted her glance.

"But I…"

"No nothing, Kim," interjected Bonnie, "wouldn't you like a little control? I mean, he's all yours the rest of the time, we just want to borrow a little 'touch' now and then."

"But I…"

"Yeah, Kim," Tara spoke up, "don't be selfish."

"But I…"

Bam, Bam, Bam.

"Open this door."

"We want in on this."

"Damn, who talked?" Bonnie demanded, "Doesn't matter now, everybody out the side door."
The first of the group to reach the second exit skidded to a panicked halt.

Bam. Bam. Bam,

"Open this door."

"Yeah, let us in."

The roar became stereo, "Let us IN. Let us IN."

"What do we do? We can't stay here forever?" Melody squealed.

Kim pushed to the front. "We're going to open the doors and deny everything. Two dozen plus is more than enough. No more!"

A frightened voice shouted from the main exit. "They're breaking the door down. Whatever we're going to do, we better hurry."

Kim turned, her world famous courage and determination shining forth.

"Ok. Open the doors!"

IV.

"Bob, we've got to do something." Barkin swallowed half his liter of draft. "It's getting out of hand."

Huxley grinned, raising his own stein in salute, "Wadda ya mean, we, paleface?"

Barkin's glare was deadly.

The chief began to laugh, "I understand you had a little…uh…excitement after school today."

"A little excitement? A little excitement? I've got over a hundred female students waiting for detention or whatever punishment I decide on. Detention can't hold them all."

"Steve, old buddy," Huxley managed, "couldn't you stop it?"

"Obviously, you've heard something, but no, they wouldn't listen to me."

"One more question, Steve, ah...where…where did you get that black eye?"

Barkin drained his Stein, Huxley collapsed on the floor.