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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63461 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Kim sighed as she came in the back door and the still lingering smell of the supper she had missed hit her. It had been a long night, mostly made up of riding around on trains and cargo planes while her injuries ached as they stiffened up from the lack of movement, cold temperatures, and cramped conditions, all made worse by her having to ride herd on Ron to make sure he got the extra homework he had been assigned done. On top of that, all she’d managed to eat were a few stale bags of cheesy puffs and nuts she’d gotten from a vending machine at the prison. Now it was well after midnight and she was achy, ravenous, unusually tired, and had an oncoming hunger headache to top it all off.

Quickly taking off her gear, Kim piled it on the table and then went over to the warming oven. Once there, and after putting on some oven mitts, Kim pulled out the two tinfoil-wrapped plates her mother had left for her and set them on the counter. Then she took the mitts off and grabbed a fork and knife from the drawer before tearing off the foil and smiling as she inhaled the scents coming from the spiced oven potatoes, stuffed boneless chicken breasts, and cheesy broccoli and carrots her mom had made for supper.

Ripping into her food, Kim bolted down several mouthfuls of everything Ron-style before heading over to the fridge, getting herself a glass of milk, and taking a huge gulp from it—which by that time she needed to help push the backfill of food she’d built up in her throat down into her stomach. Returning to her meal, Kim proceeded to devour the rest of it at a more reasonable pace, not bothering to move over to the table, instead eating it all while standing at the counter.

As Kim ate, she thought about what they had discovered at the prison. The guards had had no real idea how Drakken had escaped his cell, but the offer of a few extra hair care and grooming products to Señor Senior Junior had him tripping over himself to tell Kim everything he knew about Drakken’s activities over the last few days.

Junior was sketchy on the specific details—because he hadn’t cared about what he’d seen Drakken doing, not because he was holding back—but he was able to tell Kim that he’d seen Drakken with a cell phone several times in the last week, and once, he thought he had seen him with a PDA as well, though he had no idea where Drakken had gotten either of the contraband items.

From there it was easy for Wade to figure out that Drakken must have cobbled together a remote signal device to open the electronic door of his cell and the few other control-point doors he had snuck past on his way to the storage room the guards had picked up his trail in. A quick scan of the storeroom’s door lock revealed traces of plastic dust in the mechanism, of the same type used in the prison’s toothbrushes, and that meant that Drakken had gotten a key long enough to either carve himself a copy of it, or more likely, to make an impression of it to work off of later.

Once inside the storeroom, Drakken had used several cleaning products and pesticides to create a fast acting metal corroding acid, but the big mystery there had been that Wade detected nearly a dozen trace elements of bonding chemicals used in the mixture that simply were not in the entire prison in any form, let alone the storeroom, and both Wade and the guards hadn’t a clue as to where or how Drakken had gotten hold of them to make his mixture.

After that, armed with a spray bottle of metal-eating acid, Drakken had melted out several locks to get to a secluded quad outside the main prison wing. From there he had opened up the grating that led to the drainage system, gotten into it and found the access door to the prison’s service tunnels, and come out near the parking lot. He melted his way past two chain-link fences and then hotwired one of the cars in the parking lot as well as disabling the vehicle’s GPS system. The US Marshals had found the car fifteen miles away, abandoned in an open clearing, with no further trace of Drakken to be found.

All in all, the escape showed almost Shego-level competency, and that was a bit troubling for Kim. Still, after being rescued by Shego at least… what? Two dozen times now? even an idiot like Drakken’s bound to learn a thing or two I guess. Kim surmised before she dismissed the incident and finished off the last few bites of her dinner.

Once she was done, Kim put her dishes in the sink, gathered up her gear from the table, and headed upstairs to her room as quietly as she could, making a stop in her bathroom on the way in order to use the toilet and then get the liniment bottle from under the sink. As soon as Kim was in her room, she closed the door behind her and was turning away from it when she came to a stop. There, sitting innocently on her desk, was the half-full glass water bottle she had set down while she was getting ready earlier today, and the sight of it was a reminder of all the distracting, troubling thoughts she had managed to forget for the last seven hours.

Sighing, Kim shook her head and went back to what she was doing, trying not to think about it. First she stored all her gear in its proper place, then stripped off her clothes, tossed them in the hamper, and hunted down another pair of her oldest pajamas before once more covering herself in a liberal dose of eye-watering liniment. After that was done, Kim put on her old pajamas, returned to her bathroom, and washed her hands before putting the liniment away. Then she returned to her room.

As Kim was closing her door again, she hesitated, half turning away before turning back to the door and turning the lock on it. Then she turned out the lights, walked over to her bed, and crawled under the covers before turning on her nightlight and picking up a book, intending to try and read for an hour or so; anything to keep from thinking about the other things that were hovering in the back of her mind once more.

It didn’t work too well. But for some strange reason, this time her thoughts drifted not to any of the things Corscan had said to her at the end of the night, or the disturbing images and feelings those words had evoked in her since then, but rather, Kim thought of how it had been when she had warmed up, sparred, and then later fought with the big woman using each of her styles in turn. She thought of the way Corscan had kept up her lopsided grin all the while, and how she had pushed her and brought out the enjoyment of the competition, even when she had been losing to Kim. Kim even thought about how she had anticipated her needs; having food and water ready for her even before she knew she’d wanted it.

If anything, these thoughts were even more confusing to Kim, because she didn’t feel any anger or outrage during them. Kim realized that somehow, for some reason, even with everything else that had happened afterwards, some part of her still thought she might kind of like Corscan—admittedly, a much bigger part of her wanted to slap the woman silly, but still, that smaller part was there…

“She barely knows me. How could she have made it so… fun, to be around her? It was just so… comfortable…” Kim mused out loud. “And how could she do that… say those things… and expect me to…”

Because she knows what she wants… and she knows what you want. The voice said; that ever questioning, ever hated voice from the darkness Kim could never escape.

No! She thinks she knows what I want, but she doesn’t! Kim replied in her head. It’s not true, and it’s just egotistical of her to think that she could know something like that about me! Sheer arrogance!

Kim paused, and then a very small voice quietly added; isn’t it?

Yes, it is! Kim concluded firmly.

Sighing, Kim realized she’d just reread the same page she’d been on for the sixth time in a row now. Obviously she wasn’t going to get any reading done tonight, so Kim put the book on her nightstand, turned on her MP3 player, set the timer for an hour, and shut the light off before laying back and trying to relax. Much to Kim’s surprise, the warmth of her bed soon had her yawning and drifting off into an unexpected deep sleep.

Kim drifted. She was warm and comfortable, enveloped in softness. She floated, happy and content. It was so soft and warm, and it felt good, so good. Too good! Kim’s eyes snapped open, and a single remaining shard of her dream pierced her conscious mind as the rest of it shattered and fell away at her awakening; gold-flecked hazel eyes staring deep into hers. Kim moaned in the back of her throat. She was on her side, her nipples were stiff, and her right hand was between her legs, fingers resting atop a throbbing, pulsing ache and furious heat.

Another liquid wave of warmth rippled up from between Kim’s legs as her fingers flexed convulsively, and Kim moaned once more, screwing her eyes shut and carefully pulling her hand up and away from herself, jamming her arm under her pillow and curling up even further, almost in a fetal position. Kim shuddered once with a sob, and a single tear tracked down her face.

It’s not me. It’s not me. It’s not! It can’t be; it can’t! It’s her; she did this to me! I don’t want this. I don’t. It can’t be me. Kim repeated the words over and over again in some combination or other like a mantra, sometimes in her head, sometimes in low, fervent mutters.

Eventually, Kim fell back into something that could be considered sleep, broken by sudden starts of wakefulness as her conscious mind ripped her from it with a paranoid hair trigger any time her unconscious thoughts drifted into something disturbing to it. And drift they did; for the rest of the night, Kim tossed and turned, hovering on the edge between true sleep and full alertness, her dreams not dark and fearsome nightmares, but rather sensuous succubi whispering unwanted temptations to her.

They twisted and intertwined to the surreal, fragments of memories and fantasies blending together in a strange collage. The kiss. Images of the squad, both scantily clad in their uniforms during practice, young bodies straining and flexing in the routines, and naked in the showers all around her, slick with lather and streaming water, hands moving sensuously over themselves. Fighting Corscan, hard and fast and strong, straining to her limits and beyond, all encompassing. Hands moving soft and wet and silky across her own skin. Fighting Shego, with her drive and determination and that wicked smile of enjoyment she sometimes gave, all wrapped up in that skintight costume that displayed her every curve. The soft, sleek warmth of a powerful feminine body pulling her tight against it.

Every memory of physical contact with, or sensual image of, female beauty that Kim possessed seemed to rise up and blend together in a constant assault on her senses, while the deep, sultry tones of Corscan’s smoked honey voice slid whispered comments in between them; some real, some imagined. This is what you want. You are definitely open to the possibilities. Don’t deny yourself. I want you. And above it all, her own mental voices clashing with each other in whispered encouragement and denial both, her mind at war with itself.

Eventually, the grey light of winter morning creeping through the window filled her room and pulled her even further away from true sleep, but still Kim tossed and turned and muttered and moaned in her sleep, until, with shocking suddenness, she was wrenched awake by the blaring sounds of her alarm clock MP3 player. After the short adrenalin spike of fear-shock dissipated, Kim collapsed into a state of lethargy, her sleep-deprived mind struggling to function as she uncoordinatedly felt around her nightstand for the alarm, making several attempts before finally turning it off.

Getting out of bed, Kim put her bathrobe on in a haze and shuffled out into the hall, her tired mind swimming in circles around itself. As her brothers pushed past her in the hall, shouting jibes over her appearance as they sometimes did, she didn’t even acknowledge them in her zombie-like state. Staggering into her bathroom, Kim closed the door behind her and turned on the shower before dragging off her clothes and dropping them to the floor piece by piece. As soon as she was naked Kim turned and stepped into the hot streaming water. Once inside, the water slowly brought Kim fully awake, but she still washed herself like an automaton; listless and by rote, her mind enveloped in the cloud of conflicting thoughts and emotions that hovered over her.

After she was done, Kim went through the motions of getting dressed and ready for school, listlessly picking at her food during breakfast and eliciting questions of concern from mother and father alike. Even her brothers commented on her lackluster state. Kim just brushed them all off with a “no big” and continued onward, her mind still a haze as she went to school.

Once there, Kim found that this day was ten times worse than yesterday. She could no longer push aside her disconcerting thoughts as she had before; instead it was as if she had reversed what was considered distraction to her, with her being lucky if she could concentrate on what she was supposed to be concentrating on for short periods of time before turning back to what was now her true concern.

And it didn’t stop there, but rather her distress built even higher, for whenever Kim found she was looking in the direction of a pretty girl in the halls or class and noticed it, she would quickly look away. Then, realizing what she had done, she would force herself to look back again, refusing the implications of what looking away in such a manner meant. She imagined signs in every look, ever glace, every word now, and worse, real or imagined she would react to those signs before she clamped down on herself and suppressed her reactions.

Ron and Monique took note of her state of distraction as her family had—it was impossible for them not to—but again Kim dismissed it as nothing important, citing not feeling well as the cause—which wasn’t a lie per se, since she had no appetite to speak of and her stomach was in knots. As well, though Kim didn’t notice it, Ron ran interference for Kim on Monique, as her best friend incorrectly assumed Kim was obsessing on her losing the fight with Corscan earlier in the week.

As the day wore on, a small sense of dread increased within Kim, to a proportion of impending doom, and as the end of final period bell rang, Kim recognized where it was coming from, though it truth she had always known. With trepidation, Kim went to practice, hesitating outside the locker room for several minutes before finally forcing herself to go inside. Once there, she rushed to get ready, and spent the next half-hour giving a distracted, barely passable performance that had Bonnie riding her derisively—all the more so when Kim barely paid her insults any attention in her distracted state.

And then it was time. Kim stood in front of the entrance to the showers as steam wafted out from inside, her eyes unseeing and feet unmoving. Taking a deep breath, Kim closed her eyes and offered up an unspoken, wordless prayer before opening them again and forcing herself to step inside, each stride coming as an act of will. Taking her usual place, Kim began to clean off, and as she did so, she once more drew upon her will in order to look up and around her, as she always did.

There was no great impact, no sudden strike. Instead, it came subtle and slow and insidious. At first, it was just like every other day. But slowly, oh so slowly, her body… reacted. A slight quickening of breathing, a rise of heat, a stiffening, a shiver, a tingle of stimulation. Kim trembled and almost moaned, not in excitement but rather despair, but she clamped down hard on her feelings and stopped just in time. Turning away from her surroundings, Kim fixed her attention on the pale blue tiles of the wall next to her and fought the urge to cry.

It’s not me. It’s not. It’s not… it’s only happening because she put the idea there… isn’t it?

Kim was stubborn, almost to a fault, but she was also very smart, and despite the strength of her denial, she knew that simply repeating something didn’t make it true. With everything that was happening to her, she could no longer keep up the pretense that it would. It was time for something different, time to try a new approach, time to let go of the absolute denial and look deeper.

With that resolve, some of Kim’s despair dropped away. She had a plan now, however troubling it was, and though her emotions were still twisted up in knots, the goal gave her something to focus on; gave her hope, however slim. With that renewed focus and hope, Kim regained a considerable amount of control, and she quickly finished up her shower and got changed before heading out into the halls.

As she was heading toward the front doors, Kim heard a familiar voice call out; “Hey girlfriend, what’s up? You waiting around for Ron to get outta jail?”

“Oh, hey Monique. You’re here pretty late.” Kim said to deflect Monique’s question. Yet again she had been so wrapped up in what she was dealing with that she had forgotten all about Ron.

“MmmmHmmm; I’m doing extra credit in chem. class in order to make up for that test I bombed when I was getting over the flu last month. Gotta run a dozen more loooong, boring-ass comparative distillation processes before I’m done. But hey, no one ever said keepin’ up the grades with the big dogs would be easy.” Monique grinned. “So, you and Stoppable got plans to celebrate his ‘freedom from homework bondage’ as he put it?”

“Ummm, not that I’m aware of, but I suppose Ron’ll want to hit Bueno Nacho at the very least.” Kim answered.

“You know it KP!” Ron’s enthusiastic agreement came loudly up the corridor as he turned the corner just in time to hear Kim’s last words. A split second later Mr. Barkin’s voice came around the corridor after him, even louder and just a wee bit hypocritically; “Stoppable! No yelling!”

“Sorry Mr. Barkin.” Ron answered before heading over to Kim and Monique. As he approached, Rufus poked his way out of Ron’s pocket and relocated to his shoulder after spotting Kim and Monique.

“Hello ladies. Are you two fine examples of Middleton High’s student body free to partake in some righteous after school snackage now that I’m free from the shackles of oppression set upon me by The Man?”

“Shackles of oppression? Aren’t we goin’ just a little bit overboard there Ron?” Monique asked dryly, with a hint of a smile and an eyebrow arched in amusement.

“Hey, I calls ‘em like I sees ‘em ladies, I calls ‘em like I sees ‘em. And Mr. Barkin’s been out for me ever since I gave him that funny look in ninth grade.” Ron answered.

“Whatever Ron.” Kim smiled. “I can hit Bueno Nacho with you to celebrate your escape from delusional oppression, but I need to get home by supper, ok? I’ve got… some things I have to work on tonight. Plus I missed out on mom cooking last night, so I want to make sure I have at least one meal on time this week.”

“Awww, KP, you didn’t tell me your mom was cooking last night. Sorry you missed that.” Ron said, knowing how much Kim loved it when her mom was able to cook for the family, while Rufus chipped in with a sympathetic “Awww” of his own. “Well, this won’t make up for it, but today I’m buyin’!”

“You’re buying?” Monique said skeptically.

“Yep. The sky’s the limit!” Ron paused for a moment, then added; “Just so long as the sky’s no more than one combo meal each—grande-sized, natch.”

“Thanks Ron,” Kim said, “but to what do we owe this unexpected generosity? Usually you’re the one bumming a few quarters off me to grande-size around this time of the week.”

“Well, between the trip we took to the Andes on Saturday and the detention and homework hell I’ve been trapped in for the last two days, all the cash I’d have spent during that time has been building up, so I’m more than flush ‘til I get my allowance on Friday.” Ron replied.

“Well then lead on Mr. Moneybucks, I’m right behind you.” Kim responded with a smile. “You coming Mo?”

“Hell yes! Ron Stoppable buying is one of the seven signs of the apocalypse; I can’t miss out on that!” Monique ribbed at Ron with a smirk, getting a laugh out of Rufus and a “Hey!” out of Ron.

Smiling, Kim left the school with her friends and was able to set aside her troubles for a time as she joked and talked with Ron and Monique all the way to Bueno Nacho. Once there, the conversation did take a short turn to the worrisome as Ron brought up Drakken’s escape, but that was quickly set aside in favor of more pleasant topics, since until Drakken surfaced again it was only pointless conjecture anyway.

As the time to leave approached, Kim grew quiet with the knowledge that she was soon going to have to return to coming to grips with what she was dealing with, and Monique asked her if she was still feeling bad.

Kim told her friend she was feeling better, just distracted over thinking about all the things she needed to get done tonight, but for a moment, she was struck by the sudden urge to tell her friends everything that was going on—especially Ron. Ron had always been there for her, always knew just what to say or do to help her somehow, whether it was a surprisingly relevant insight into a situation or just some goofy antics that made her feel better. And Monique had proven to be no less a good friend despite Kim having only known her a fraction of the time she had know Ron, always giving her sound advice that might on occasion state the girl’s strong opinions on a subject, but never in any way pressuring or demanding. Kim knew she was doubly lucky to have found two good friends like Ron and Monique.

Unfortunately, the strange, unstable state Kim found herself currently in was far too confusing and embarrassing for her to bring herself to do it. She barely knew what was going on inside her own head, let alone what she was going to do about it, and she could hardly tell her friends what was happening to her when she didn’t really know herself. And deep down, there was the voice of her anxiety as well; insidious and chilling, coiling and slithering through her while offering its fearful whispers. What if they don’t understand? What if they turn on you? What if you lose them because of this? You can’t tell them, not ever! They won’t understand! You know they won’t!

In the end Kim kept silent, and when it came time to leave, Ron and Monique left as well, both her friends walking with her until they finally parted company in front of Kim’s house. As Ron and Monique continued up the street after saying goodbye, Kim watched them go for a short while before she headed into the house.

As Kim was taking off her coat and boots she took note of the silence and wondered where everyone was. Before going up to her room Kim stuck her head in the kitchen, both her mom and dad’s studies, and finally the garage—where she saw that both cars were missing—and deduced that everyone must be out, which meant she would have anywhere from a few minutes to several hours before anyone got home.

Once in her room, Kim changed into some comfortable old clothes before getting her homework and laying it out on her desk so that everything was ready to go when she came back to it. Then she emptied her dirty clothes hamper and lugged everything down to the laundry room, separated the whites from the colors, and started the biggest wash. From there she was just taking the vacuum out of the closet when a cacophony of shouts and the garage door crashing open announced the return of her brothers, along with a shouted “Boys, I want you to get washed up and ready for supper right away!” that heralded her father.

“Yes dad!” Jim and Tim said in unison, rushing past Kim as she came out of the laundry room. “Hi Kim,” they added as they turned to go upstairs on their way to their room.

“Hey tweebs,” Kim said with a smile as they went. Then she turned to where her dad was coming in from the garage, laboring with a load of plastic grocery bags hanging off his wrists while he carried three huge paper bags with the Wong’s House of Noodles logo on them in his arms.

“Hey dad. Here, lemme help with that…” Kim said as she relived her father of the fast-food load.

“Thanks Kimmie-cub.” James replied gratefully.

“So where’s mom?” Kim asked her father as she brought the Chinese food into the kitchen.

“Unless something came up, your mother should still be in surgery right now Kimmie. She’s doing a particularly difficult operation today. She couldn’t go into details, obviously, but she said it was going to be quite a delicate and complicated procedure, and could take as much as sixteen hours if things went slower than expected, and even if everything went smoothly she expected to be in the OR for about twelve hours.” James said as he came into the kitchen after Kim and started putting the groceries away.

“Oooh, long one eh?” Kim said sympathetically, knowing how much performing long, delicate procedures took out of her mom. The stress from those kinds of operations seemed to be the only thing Kim knew of that could bring her mom down from her otherwise chipper self.

“Afraid so Kimmie. Ann said that the procedure was scheduled to begin at ten o’clock this morning, so it looks like you’ll probably be the only one that might see your mother again today.” James sighed, wishing his work schedule would allow him to stay up late so he could be there for his wife when she got home, but knowing it didn’t.

“That’s ok dad, I’ll make sure to say hi for you when she gets in.” Kim said as she got the plates and utensils out for supper and set them next to the food.

“Thanks Kimmie.”

Leaving her father to finish up in the kitchen, Kim returned to the vacuum and started taking it upstairs. Just as she’d reached the top of the stairs and was heading for her room she heard the door to Jim and Tim’s room open, and, whirling, she was just in time to step forward and cut them off from going downstairs as they ran out.

“Freeze tweebs.” Kim said firmly.

“We didn’t do it!” Jim said, at the same time Tim said; “It wasn’t us!”

“Didn’t do what?” Kim’s eyes narrowed as she said that instead of what she had been planning to say.

“Ummm…” Jim stalled while Tim said; “Nothing.”

After a few more moments under Kim’s stare Jim cracked and whined out; “It’s not like we were trying to delete your diary when we were hacking into it!” As he did, Tim said “Jim!” sharply.

“You did what?” Kim roared.

“We didn’t mean to do it!” Jim and Tim said in harmony. “We’re sorry Kim.”

“Why you little—!” Kim cut off suddenly as she took hold of her temper and forced it down, taking a big breath and counting silently. In a somewhat calmer, controlled tone she continued; “Ok, fine, apology accepted—but if I didn’t owe you two I’d so be getting even with you for this, so count yourselves lucky you get to live.”

“Really? Thanks Kim…” both twins said gratefully before trailing off with a suspicious look. “Waaait a minute…” Tim said before Jim finished; “Since when do you owe us anything?”

“That’s not important tweebs… unless of course you want me to get you two for this…” Kim threatened.

“No!” Jim said as Tim said; “That’s ok Kim, really!”

“Good. Now, what I wanted to tell you two was that since mom’s going to be coming home late tonight you two need to bring your laundry downstairs for me to do and then clean the junk off your floor so I can vacuum your room after I do mine. Now hop to it tweebs, before I decide to pound you two after all.” Kim said.

“Ok Kim.” The twins said in unison, complying without complaint partially from relief over getting away with their disastrous invasion of Kim’s privacy without retribution, and partially because they knew that this time, Kim wasn’t bossing them around to be a pain, but rather because she was obviously doing the work to help their mom out.

“And don’t forget to pull your bedding off and bring it too!” Kim shouted after the twins as they returned to their room.

“We won’t!” came the return shout from the both of them.

Kim went back to the vacuum and took it into her room before heading downstairs and setting up the table for dinner. Then she spent well over a half-hour enjoying having supper with most of her family, marred only slightly by her mom not being there.

Once dinner was over, Kim went back to work while her father and brothers went into the den to watch TV. First she returned to the laundry room and moved the load she’d done earlier into the dryer before putting another load in the washer. Then she went upstairs and started vacuuming, doing her room first, then the balcony hall, and finally her brothers’ room. After finishing in there she set the vacuum aside, got some sheets from the linen closet, and herded her brothers upstairs to make their beds before they got too tired to do so. Once she was sure they were doing the job instead of goofing off or sneaking back downstairs, Kim returned to her self-appointed chores.

Over the next two hours Kim vacuumed the house, changed the rest of the beds, cleaned up after dinner, made up a plate of food for her mom and put it in the warming oven in case she was hungry when she got home, washed the dishes, and did five loads of laundry while doing all the other tasks. Then she spent another hour doing her homework. After she had finished everything it was just past ten, and Kim went downstairs to find her father.

“Hey dad, you heading to bed soon?” Kim said as she came into the den and saw her dad sitting in his recliner with the TV off and working on the last section of today’s newspaper.

“Hmmm, what? Oh, yes, I’ll be off soon Kimmie, I’m just finishing up here.” James answered.

“Ok dad. I finished my homework and I’m going to fold the laundry in here once I’m done a few last things in my room, so don’t turn out the lights, ok?”

“Ok Kimmie-cub. Oh, and Kimmie?”

“Yeah dad?”

“Thank you.”

Kim smiled and said; “It’s no big. I didn’t have anything planned tonight anyway dad.”

“Well that may be, but nonetheless I appreciate what you’re doing for your mother and I’m sure she will too Kimmie.”

“Ok dad. Goodnight.” Kim said before going back upstairs, her father’s return “Goodnight Kimmie-cub.” following her as she went.

Once upstairs, Kim went to her bathroom first, both to use it and to get the bottle of liniment—as much as she hated the stuff, her injuries were much better now, and she knew that if she put up with it one more night they would be all but gone by tomorrow morning. After going to her room, Kim shut and locked the door before laying out the pajamas she was planning on wearing tonight on her bed and setting the liniment down on her nightstand. Then she went over to her desk and sat down.

With a quick flick of the mouse, Kim knocked her computer out of sleep mode and, as soon as it warmed up, went online and did a quick Google search for what she was looking for. After a minute or so reading the responses and narrowing her search within the results, Kim picked the one that looked best and clicked on the link. She had a plan, and as with all good plans, the first step was knowing what you were doing. In this case, a little research was needed before she qualified. Taking a deep breath, Kim looked up and started to read.

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