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Chapter 11
Plans
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"Ron!" Kim said wide-eyed as she glanced around the apartment, "I thought you only had two or three dozen action figures!" Bonnie had called Kim at Club Banana and invited the redhead over after work to see their new love nest. It was just after nine o'clock and Kim was standing in the doorway of the second bedroom where Ron and Bonnie had stored all of the collectables after making love that afternoon. Most of the stacks went up to the ceiling and the bed was absolutely buried in a huge pile of plush. (With Rufus snugly sleeping in the front pocket of the Ultra Platinum Pandaroo.)
"That's all you've seen him buy, K," Bonnie answered from behind the redhead as she handed three full pages of printout to Kim. "As you can see, most of Ron Ron's purchases were off the internet but he has gone out to different stores and purchased a lot of items."
Kim scanned the three pages in her hands. It listed, in alphabetical order no less, every item that was in the room along with the date it was purchased, how much it cost and where the item came from. There was even a column listing the current market value of each item.
"Ron," Kim incredulously stated as she pointed to the papers, "this is just plain spooky. Why don't you put this much effort into your schoolwork?"
"Actually, that's all Bon Bon's doing," Ron answered as he tidied up a tall stack of boxed action figures he though was a tad unstable and about to tip over. Of course it became even more unstable the more he worked on it.
"Don't sell yourself short, Ron Ron," Bonnie playfully chided the blond boy as she took over and tided the stack herself until it was perfect. "I just cleaned up the list a bit while we were doing the inventory and moved all of it into this room."
"But you thought about making the list alphabetical," Ron countered as he slipped out of the crowded room between the two girls and sat down on the couch. Kim sat down on one side of him and Bonnie sat on the other side.
"Still," Kim said shaking her head in disbelief as she cuddled up against his side, "you have a lot more than I thought you did."
"Collectables aside," Bonnie said to the redhead as she got comfortable in Ron's one armed embrace, "what do you think about the rest of the apartment, and especially the other bedroom?"
"I think it's perfect," Kim cooed as she leaned over and mauled one of Bonnie's breast through her shirt while giving Ron a quick peck on the lips. "The kitchen table is big enough for all of us to do our homework on at the same time and we don't have to go out to grab something to eat since the kitchen is so spankin'."
"The kitchen is nice," Ron nodded to his girlfriends. "But won't our parents get suspicious when we don't show up at home until it's time to go to bed?"
"My mom won't," Bonnie reassured her two lovers with a wistful sigh. "I could move out of the house right now and she wouldn't notice as long as she occasionally sees me every coupla days."
"And I have an idea that just might let get my mom and dad used to the idea of us coming over here a lot," Kim said with a sly smile.
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"So you see, mom and dad," Kim started as she cleared some of the box figures off of the now completely reburied computer, "Ron need help doing inventory of all the collectables he's bought over the years." She brought up a fake inventory that was crude and totally lacking half of the items seen in the room.
Ron and Bonnie had moved everything out of the spare bedroom and cluttered up the living room again to make it look like there would be a huge job getting it all sorted out while Kim called her parents. Even though it was a little after 9:30 at night, the two doctors Possible agreed to come over and see what the fuss was all about.
"Do you have any idea how long the inventory you want to do will take?" Mr. Dr. James Possible asked as he enviously gazed at the much coveted action figure of the Space Passage Captain still in its original box.
"And won't it cut into your homework time?" Mrs. Dr. Anne Possible asked in concern.
"We realize that this is a long term project, mom," Kim quickly answered, having already thought about what her mother might ask. "We plan on taking our time with this project making sure to get all the information right including any serial numbers we can find on the things. We don't expect to be done with it until around graduation next year."
"And we promise we'll do our homework here on the kitchen table after school before we get started on the inventory each night," Ron said as he sat at said table.
"I'll still occasionally eat dinner with you before I come over and I promise to be home way before curfew," Kim crossed her heart to seal the promise.
"Well, okay. It seems like a good cause getting this mess sorted out and all," James said as he tried to hand the boxed figure back to Ron.
"Why don't you keep that one, Dr. P," Ron said as he gently pushed the box back into James' hands. "I got two more just like it and you can consider it a late Christmas present."
"Why, thank you Ronald," James beamed like a kid on Christmas morning who had just ripped off the wrapping paper from the exact toy he had asked Santa for.
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Monday Noon - Lunchroom
"Kim-Girl, your smile is way over the top right now," Monique warily said to Kim who was staring, misty-eyed at the empty doors leading into the lunchroom. "Don't tell me you and Naco Boy snuck off behind the gym or somewhere and knocked boots before coming here for lunch."
"No we didn't," Kim dreamily said as she continued to vacantly think about the naked blond headed, freckled-faced boy in her mind. "But we'll get a little booty call in after cheer practice when we get to the apartment."
"Apartment?" the dark skinned beauty questioned, not knowing what her BGF was talking about. "Are you two shacking up in an apartment already? When did you move outta your parent's house? When's the wedding... or did you two elope this weekend without anybody hearing about it?"
"Monique!" Kim squealed, coming out of her 'Ron daze'. "It's just that... I mean we're..."
"Uh huh," Monique sagely nodded as if she got the entire picture from Kim's red face.
"It's this way, Monique," Kim hushed as she pulled her girl friend closer to whisper. "Ron and I haven't set a date yet but we'll get married sometime after graduation next year before we head off to college. That way we can get an apartment somewhere close to Middleton University and live as a couple."
"And you ain't doing that in the apartment you two got right now?" Monique whispered back in disbelief.
"It's not like that," Kim hushed a little louder than she'd wanted to. She took a quick glance around to see if anyone was listening in. Satisfied that no one was paying attention, she lowered her voice and said, "Ron's still receiving his Naco royalties and his dad made him buy an apartment complex a block away from school for income property purposes. The only thing his dad let's him splurge on now is collectable toys and Ron had to have somewhere to keep them so, Ron keeps them in one of the units. Bonnie and I found out about it last night and, long story short..."
"You mean it's too late to shorten this story any more?" Monique cut in with a laugh. All she got back from the redhead was a very stern look. "Okay, okay. So you, Toy Boy and B now have a love nest that's cluttered with his junk. How are you gonna keep it from your parents?" She looked around and asked, "And where is Big Bucks Boy anyway?"
"Ron ticked Mr. Barkin off in class this morning so he has to wipe down a few of the blackboards before he can come to lunch," Kim giggled, expecting to see Ron enter the cafeteria at any second. As if on cue, the blond sauntered in wiping his hand on his shirt and headed straight for the lunch line to get something to eat. Kim watched her boyfriend/fiancé for a few seconds before she turned back to her girlfriend and continued. "Mom and dad think we'll be spending a lot of time at the apartment inventorying the toys and such."
"Sounds like you got a sweet deal going on over there," Monique smugly tittered with a sly grin as her eyes lingered on Ron in line. "Are you sure you won't let me in on it? I could go for a slice of that prime hunk-a beef."
"Monique!" Kim squealed again with a blush as she glanced around again to make sure no one had heard her friend say that she was interested in Ron. Again, Kim leaned in and whispered, "Why would you want to lose your... you-know-what, to Ron? Don't you want to save yourself for the guy you'll eventually marry?"
"Girl," Monique growled low with a wicked gleam in her eyes, "I've been hot and bothered for almost a year now. I'm ready for the main event right this very minute but you know there ain't no boy worthy of this fine body in this school... except maybe yours. All the good ones are taken and I ain't interested in waitin' or lookin' for no damn college guy that might fill the bill."
"Well, if you're sure," Kim said as she leaned back in her chair and watched as Ron made his way over to the table, "then I suppose you can." She held up a finger to prevent the dark skinned girl to reply. "But I'll have to talk with Bonnie first so don't get your hopes up."
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"Monique still wants in on our deal?" Bonnie screeched in shock. It was just after cheer practice and she and Kim were the only two left in the locker room. Kim had just told her what Monique had said at lunch and was a little wary about how Bonnie would react.
After the initial surprise, Bonnie sat back on the bench in front of her locker and thought about it for a minute before she nodded and said, "Well, I guess it'd be alright. I'm not keen on the idea of sharing Ron Ron with anyone else but I can't really complain since he's your fiancé."
"That's true," Kim said as she busied herself tying her shoe laces. "But look at it this way. As good as Ron is, he's still very inexperienced. It'd only be this one time and maybe Monique could teach him some new techniques or positions... and it's for a good cause. I'd hate to be left wanting, high and dry with no future boyfriend prospects in the picture."
The two girls laughed at that as they left the locker room. Little did they know what that brief conversation would lead to.