As with every chapter before and to follow, Kim Possible and all related characters (other than those of my own creation for the purpose of this story) are the property of The Walt Disney Company. Everything else is all mine.

Feeling very much relieved after his mad dash to the Men's Room, Ron rewarded himself by buying a second large Coke at the concession stand and then he headed back to his seat.

Kim was still sound asleep. After some internal debate, Ron decided to caress Kim's left hand rather than try to reach around and pull her head back onto his shoulder.

"Nacho Libre" turned out to be as hilarious as advertised. Even though he tried to muffle his laughter, once or twice Ron's guffaws were so loud they caused Kim to stir.

With the credits rolling, Ron made another much more leisurely trip to the Men's Room. Returning to his seat, he bent over and whispered in Kim's ear, "K-i-m. Time to wake u-p."

Kim's eyes slowly opened. "Is the movie over?"

"Yeah, it's done. It was really good, but I think you needed the sleep more than the movie. We can always watch it together when it comes out on DVD."

Kim rubbed her eyes, stretched and yawned. "What time is it?"

"My watch says nine-thirty. How about we hit Bueno Nacho and then head over to City Park Lake?"

"Sounds great, but can we do the drive-thru and eat at the park?"

"Whatever you say, my dear."

"I'll go freshen up a bit in the Women's Room and meet you outside, okay?"

"Okay. Your ride and chauffeur will await you out front."

The Women's Restroom was all but empty, so it didn't take Kim long to freshen up. A little lip gloss, a quick makeup inspection and a brush of the hair and she was ready to go.

Heading toward the theater entrance, she thought "I am so thankful I dozed during the movie. It seems like every time we go out, one or both of us ends up falling asleep just when things are getting intimate. If anyone falls asleep tonight, it won't be me."

Exiting the theater, she found Ron parked in front as promised, passenger door open, ready to usher her into her seat. Yes, it was terribly old fashioned. So what? She thoroughly enjoyed it, and Ron seemed to genuinely enjoy doing it, even in bad weather.

Once Kim was securely buckled in and her door closed, Ron bounded over to the driver's side, climbed in, put the car in gear and headed to Bueno Nacho. He knew he didn't have to hurry, as Bueno Nacho's drive-thru was now open until midnight.

A few minutes later, they were parked beside the drive-thru ordering speaker phone.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'd like a steak and cheddar fajita, two beef tacos and a large Coke. Kim, what are you hungry for?"

Kim leaned across Ron's chest and called her order. "I'd like a chicken taco salad --- hold the sour cream --- a large ice tea with lemon and a large virgin strawberry margarita." As she leaned back in her seat, she whispered in Ron's ear, "That last item is for us to share."

"Will that be all?"

"Yes."

"Your total is eighteen dollars and thirty-seven cents. Please drive up to the window."

Ron confidently pulled out his wallet and opened it. Thumbing through the contents, his confidence gave way to dismay.

"Oh, man! I only have three fives!"

"No big, Ron. I brought some money along, just in case. Here's another five. Consider it payment for the margarita."

"Thanks, Kim."

Ron drove around to the drive-thru window and handed the cashier the four fives. When he was given his change, he offered it to Kim.

"You can keep it, Ron. Put it in your "Date Fund" jar when you get home."

Their three drinks came first. Sodas went in cup holders in the center console, while the margarita Kim slid into her door cup holder "for safe keeping". Not long after came the two bags of food, which Ron relayed to Kim, who stowed them on the floor in front of her.

Ron pulled the car out of the Bueno Nacho parking lot and headed across town to City Lake Park.

Knowing it would be a good ten minutes until they reached the lake, Kim decided to make herself comfortable. Grabbing two large pillows from the back seat, she scooted herself around so her back was up against the door, using one pillow as lumbar support and the other as a headrest. She kicked off her flats, peeled off her hose and stretched her legs over the gap between the seats onto Ron's lap.

"Well, what do we have here? Two pretty little feet with ten cute little wiggly toes. Hmmm. I seem to recall seeing these somewhere before; not too long ago in fact."

"I would think you would remember them. You couldn't leave them alone Wednesday night on the flight back from that lab. If you weren't tickling my feet, you were counting my toes. The only way I got you to stop was by threatening to airdrop you over South Dakota. You developing some sort of foot fetish?"

"Only for yours, my dear. Only for yours."

"I can leave them alone now, if you'd like."

"No, now you can give them all the attention you want. Just be sure to keep your eyes on the road."

Using his left hand, Ron began massaging Kim's left foot, starting with the toes, gradually working his way back to the heel.

"Ooooh! Ahhhhh! Mmmmm!"

Then, on the base of her foot, he lightly traced the letters "I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-!" one at a time.

"Brrrrrr! You trying to give me goose bumps?"

"Uh-huh. I was also trying to send you a coded message. Did you get it?"

"Oh, I got it alright. I love you, too."

Switching over to Kim's right foot, Ron repeated the sequence: toes, ball of the foot, instep, then finally the heel.

"Oooooh! Ahhhhh! Mmmmm!"

Figuring he was on a roll, Ron started working his hand up Kim's right ankle and, after a little maneuvering of the slacks leg, up the calf.

Kim bent over and gently clasped Ron's left hand with her right.

"Whoa there, handsome", she purred. "How about we save some for later, okay? There's still almost two hours left before you need to get me home, time enough to eat, take a nice walk around the lake, and still squeeze in some more of that."

"Promise?" asked Ron.

"Oh, do I promise", cooed Kim.

Yes, believe it or not, there are drive-thru Mexican restaurants that serve margaritas, both regular and virgin. Don't believe me? Do a search on Google for drive-thru margaritas. There are not many, but they do exist. Middleton's a progressive town, so why not?