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Revelations of Destiny	By : Kellendros Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 63520 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Sighing, Kim turned off her computer. She might not be as fast as a speed-reader, but she still read very quickly, and despite that fact it had still taken her nearly an hour and a half to go through all the “research” information she had found on the net before it had started repeating itself. And after all that effort she found that she wasn’t any better off than she had been when she started. Oh, she had certainly learned a lot of things, and quite a bit of it was actually interesting and good to know, but it hadn’t been very… helpful, to her.

It wasn’t that the information couldn’t be applied to her situation, but rather that parts of it seemed to contradict other parts when applied to the particular circumstances she was in. She’d taken three separate Gay-Q style tests and even though she’d forced herself to be brutally honest in answering the questions they asked, to the point where she might have even been overcompensating in the other direction, her best results—if you could call them that—had been “inconclusive” but leaning more towards yes than no. Then there was the lovely bit of information on how a large majority of psychiatrists believed that occasional homoerotic dreams and even masturbatory fantasies were a common enough occurrence in otherwise straight people that, in and of itself, that wasn’t enough to indicate homosexual preferences. So she was still in the same boat she’d started in; a whole lot better educated on Gay issues but still having no real idea if what she was experiencing meant she was or not.

Kim sighed again. It looked like there were no easy answers to be found, no big sign that could tell her whether or not Corscan was as crazy as Kim wanted her to be, or if she was right about her. Kim gave a soft snort of amusement as she realized that that had been the one piece of information she had found that did apply to her; that most people who didn’t just “know” they were gay had to struggle considerably before coming to a realization about their true sexual preferences. It seemed that it was going to be no different in her case either.

Standing up from her chair, Kim arched backwards and stretched mightily before quietly padding over to her door and unlocking it. Then she turned out her lights before opening the door and heading downstairs. Her dad had left a single lamp on next to the couch for her, and the light from that was more than enough for Kim to make her way to the laundry room before she had to turn on another light to see.

From there Kim lugged five heaping baskets worth of clothes, towels, face cloths, and bedding into the living room one trip at a time and piled them on the couch before she had gotten everything and was able to turn out the light once more. Then she returned to the den, closed the blinds on the front window, sat down, and started in on folding the massive mountain of laundry she had gathered.

As Kim worked she also began the process of trying to think her situation through. It was actually hard for Kim to even figure out where to start, but eventually, she decided on an order to do things in.

The first question was the easiest; if she was Gay—or bisexual she supposed; something else she had learned in her research—was there anything wrong with that? The answer came quickly and freely to Kim; if she was Gay, it would make her life unbelievably more complicated and hard, but there was nothing wrong with it in and of itself. Kim simply couldn’t believe that there was. Who you were attracted to wasn’t something anyone could choose, and being attracted to your own sex didn’t hurt anyone, despite what some people might say to the contrary.

Besides, Kim actually knew… well, not quite a few Gay people; this was Colorado after all, right next to the Midwest and the Bible Belt, but several at least, and there was no way she thought any of them were bad people. There was one of her father’s colleagues down at the space center, and one openly Gay boy at Middleton High, along with five or six openly Gay girls—though Kim supposed two of them qualified as bisexual now that she knew what that meant—and at least five or six more boys and girls that everyone “knew” were Gay, though they weren’t open about it. Heck, Kim even considered herself friends with one of the girls, Alex Saffic. She was quiet and usually stayed in the background, but Kim knew her from a few committees and volunteer groups she took part in, and she was a nice, dependable girl.

This was not to say that Kim was ok with being Gay however. She very much did not believe she was nor did she want to be. Kim’s life was complicated enough as it was, and the last thing she wanted was to add this to it, but if it turned out that she was… well, she’d have to deal with it. She didn’t want it, and she was sure it would be hell, but… it might be what she had to deal with. Which brought her to her second question, in all its multiple parts; was she really attracted to other girls?

The first approach Kim took was to question if she was really attracted to boys. As much as she hated to admit it, Kim had only had a handful of crushes and puppy love incidents in her life, and out of them, she had even fewer actual relationships come of them. This of course wasn’t counting her crushing on famous media types like Dex from the Oh Boyz; Kim was smart enough to know that kind of infatuation was fueled by hype, marketing, and fantasy—especially considering her media crushes hadn’t lasted a second past when they’d dropped out of the popular spotlight.

Her most recent crush had been months ago, when Bobby Johnson had moved to Middleton from Upperton, and in that case, Kim knew that it had stemmed more from him having asked Bonnie out first, so that certainly didn’t count. Then there was Hirotaka, the exchange student from Japan, but again, Kim knew that although she had been interested in him, it was probably much more because of his fighting abilities than how cool he had seemed to be or how good he’d looked, though that had certainly helped. Her first real crush, and first kiss as well, had been with Walter Nelson, and as far as Kim was concerned, it didn’t really count either. It had only been a silly Junior High thing that hadn’t even lasted the week it had happened in.

No, the only real solid crush and subsequent relationship she could come up with was the one she’d had with Josh Mankey. That had lasted nearly a year and a half before it finally petered out, with almost a month of dating at the end of it when Kim had finally mustered the courage to make a serious play for his attention. Kim was certain that she had been really attracted to him at the time—not that that had been enough to make it last longer. Unfortunately, Kim was also objective enough to recognize that the things that had most attracted her to Josh were a bit… ambiguous, when applied to her current situation.

Josh had been a sensitive, perceptive artist, and although Kim wasn’t narrow-minded enough to think that those weren’t masculine traits, she knew they certainly weren’t traditional masculine traits. Added to that was the fact that Josh hadn’t exactly been handsome so much as he had been… pretty, and Kim had quite the little quandary over whether or not she actually liked boys. It seemed like she did, but then again… in fact, as she was turning it over in her head, Kim realized that both Hirotaka and Bobby had been more on the beautiful and pretty side than handsome as well.

So, over the last six years Kim had very few real crushes and only one serious relationship with a boy, and that had only lasted a month. As a matter of fact, now that Kim thought about it, aside from Ron—and Wade she supposed, since technically he counted too—she hadn’t even had any friends that were boys until Felix Renton had moved here at the start of the school year, and he was really more Ron’s friend than hers. All in all, Kim had no choice but to conclude that the answer to the question was… inconclusive.

Damnit! It’s like I just can’t catch a break here. Kim growled in her head. Ok, fine, Kim thought in a calmer tone, let’s move on to the next thing then. Am I attracted to girls? Well, not until two days ago, that’s for sure.

Kim knew that the question was a much more tangled ball of string than her flip answer made it out to be. The attraction she thought she was feeling might just be her imagination reacting to subconscious interpretations of what Corscan had done and said. Then again, it could very well be that what had happened with her was acting as a catalyst to bring Kim’s true desires to the surface for her to see for the first time.

The fact that she hadn’t had many real crushes, boyfriends, or friends that were boys wasn’t really that telling, because quite a few girls were the same as Kim in that regard. And just because the boys she had been attracted to were a little on the pretty or sensitive side instead of testosterone-fueled macho he-men with chiseled jaws didn’t really mean squat either. But the two of them put together did carry a little more weight than each of them alone did.

Then there was the fact that Kim was a cheerleader. In and of itself that wasn’t too unusual—lots of girls were cheerleaders and they weren’t Gay—and Kim liked being a cheerleader because of the way it involved her in school spirit; she liked amping up the crowd and keeping everyone’s spirits up at games and rallies—and admittedly she secretly liked being in the spotlight so much too. But, aside from the fact that her mom had been a cheerleader, if you looked at Kim’s athletic history it really seemed that she should have been the one being cheered instead of the one doing the cheering.

Kim had known about ten styles of Kung Fu by the time she’d entered Junior High, she’d taken gymnastics and then advanced gymnastics for over six years, and she’d been a member of countless sports teams in addition to competing in a lot of solo sports, but, as soon as she’d entered Junior High—and the early stages of puberty as well—she’d suddenly wanted to be part of a team of admittedly scantily clad girls bouncing around and looking pretty and cheerful for the crowd.

Wanting to be cheerful and pretty and outgoing wasn’t telling, and the fact that she would be around other girls that just happened to be athletically toned and in revealing outfits wasn’t telling either, but the fact that it wasn’t exactly in line with her other activities and had coincidentally come when she hit puberty? That was… a possibility, in favor of her being attracted to girls when added to the previous things.

But none of that really amounted to anything, because until a few days ago, Kim couldn’t remember ever feeling this way about other girls. At least, she didn’t think she had, and that was the main problem, the second-guessing. Were all those so-called “clues” really clues, or were they just coincidence? Were they signs that she had been headed in this direction all along and just hadn’t known it, or were they nothing more than her paranoia seeing what it wanted to see in her past?

The dreams didn’t necessarily mean anything either, because they might just be a symptom of her subconscious processing her paranoia. Admittedly, having sex dreams about a woman who’d kissed you was a rather strong sign that she might not be as crazy as you wanted her to be, but then again, Kim remembered dreaming about Shego as well during last night’s barrage of… well, not nightmares, but it didn’t feel right to call them dreams either, so… what? Did that mean she wanted to sleep with Shego too? The thought was so ridiculous it made Kim laugh out loud over it.

Kim sighed and put down the latest shirt she had folded, pausing in her task for the moment. There was really only one way to make some progress on this, but she didn’t really want to try it. Still, she was going to, whether she wanted to or not, because she had to.

Leaning back into the corner of the couch, Kim relaxed and closed her eyes. Then, after a short pause steeling herself, she thought back to Monday night, to that shocking moment when Corscan had taken Kim in her arms and kissed her. She forced herself to relive the moment, trying to recall everything she had felt at the time, every sensation she had experienced during the kiss. And… she didn’t want to hurl. There was no ick-factor there; there just wasn’t, as much as Kim looked for it. Despite her coming at the memory from every angle she could, Kim just couldn’t get more than a slightly uncomfortable reaction to it out of herself at worst. On top of that, with all her repeated recollecting of what had happened, Kim couldn’t deny that a small part of her had even enjoyed the kiss before she had realized what was happening to her.

The next thing she tried was thinking of the squad in the showers with her. Not just being there with them, but really looking at them in… that way. And once more Kim just couldn’t manage to gross herself out over it. She felt a little weird over thinking about her friends like that, but the only real ick-factor she encountered was when an image of Bonnie slipped into her visions and tried to sear out her mind’s eye; that had almost caused her to bolt upright with a shouted “gahh!” before she was able to scrub the image out of her head completely.

Taking a big breath and releasing it slowly, Kim moved on to the next step. This time she not only tried to remember what it had been like when Corscan kissed her, she thought about kissing Corscan back; about what it might have been like if she had accepted it and put her arms around Corscan in return, letting it continue willingly as an active participant.

Kim was actually surprised at how hard it was for her to imagine it. Not the bringing herself to do it part, but rather the actual kissing itself; Corscan had definitely “taken charge” during the event, but… even so, the kiss hadn’t been like any other Kim had experienced from the boys who had kissed her in the past. Kim didn’t know if it was because Corscan was a woman, or if she was just a really, really good kisser, but the kiss had been… commanding, Kim supposed… while still not seeming… the same. It had felt different. That was really the only way Kim could put it. There had been a… softness to it, despite its demanding nature, and Kim just didn’t have any reference on how she might respond to that feel.

Eventually Kim settled on trying for soft and… sweet, in return. It still didn’t feel quite right, but it was the closest she was going to get unless she actually had Corscan kiss her again to figure out what did feel right.

Letting her mind drift into the fantasy, Kim continued her imaginary make-out session with Corscan for quite a while before she finally decided she just wasn’t going to come up with anything more than feeling a little weird about what she was imagining. It was time to take another step…

“Ah screw it!” Kim murmured softly, a slight smile on her lips as she shook her head side to side slightly. “If I’m going to do this, I might as well go nuts with it…”

With that amused thought in her head, Kim changed the scenery of her little fantasy, relocating her and Corscan right smack in the middle of the school showers, with the entire squad—minus Bonnie—all around them as they stood in the steam and streaming hot water, now naked and still kissing one another. Kim pushed her imagination now, thinking of running her hands across the slick surface of Corscan’s soapy, sleek striped tan skin as they kissed, of feeling the firm swell and dip of her powerful muscles beneath its surface, while the big woman reciprocated the exploration over Kim’s body in turn. Kim had the other members of the squad leave off their showering and surround the two of them, adding a dozen more hands stroking across her and Corscan while they pressed their firm, soft bodies up against the two of them.

As Kim’s fantasy continued, she got a little lost in it, no longer trying to pay attention for anything that put her off or went too far for her comfort levels. The thing that brought her out of it was her finally noticing just how excited she was getting. Her nipples had hardened and there was a building tightness in her clit, along with a flushed warmth spreading up and out from between her legs and over her breasts. If she went any further she was sure she would push herself into a state of full arousal that would be even greater than the few times she had felt horny before.

Kim sighed and sat up. She had to accept what she’d learned.

“Well, there you have it I guess,” she said to herself softly. “It might just be a fantasy, and it might not mean anything because of that, but I’m sure I’m not turned off by the idea of being with a girl anyway…”

Which of course meant that she just might be turned on by it. Or not.

Stupid psychiatrists and their stupid “homoerotic fantasies are a somewhat common occurrence in otherwise straight people,” Kim grumbled to herself. Still, she had to admit it was a possibility now.

Which means you need to sleep with Corscan.

The unexpected thought bounced out of the darkness of Kim’s mind so suddenly that for a moment she didn’t even realize what it was. Then as soon as she did, she shot back to herself; What? The hell I do!

You made a deal. You lost. You owe her.

What the hell is wrong with me? Kim thought angrily. Can I not go more than two minutes without finding something to torture myself with?

With a little huff of frustration Kim went back to folding laundry while she pondered the latest little dilemma her mind had unloaded on her. Technically she supposed she was right; she had agreed to do what Corscan wanted, but still, there was no way she was going to do that.

Why?

Why what?

Why not do that?

What? Because I can’t, that’s why! I could never do something like that, it’s just… wrong!

Can’t you? Two days ago you couldn’t even admit the possibility that you might like girls. Two minutes ago you had a little orgy in your head with the entire squad and the woman that kissed you, and puking was definitely not what was on your mind when you stopped. Things change. And who says it’s wrong anyway?

Kim made an angry, frustrated sound over the fact that she was actually arguing with herself over this and then thought; Ok, fine, have it your way; I’ll freaking walk myself through this one too!

As stupid as Kim thought doing this was, she started at the beginning. Was there anything wrong with sex? Well d’oy, of course not, Kim answered herself. Next question; was there anything wrong with having sex just to have sex? This was where Kim ran into problems. Her initial reaction was to say “yes,” but really, she didn’t mean it; it was more of a lazy conditioned response than anything else. The real answer she had was; “it depends.”

Kim knew a lot of girls at school who were sexually active, partially because she knew practically the entire student body, and more so because she had done a three month stint as a volunteer peer counselor at the start of the school year. Some of those girls had sex with anyone they felt like having sex with because they enjoyed it, but a lot more of them did it because they wanted to fit in, were being pressured by someone, wanted someone to like them, or even had sex in a self-destructive manner that stemmed from emotional problems they were having.

Kim definitely knew that in all the latter cases, having sex for those reasons was wrong. But, there was still the first case, and despite her initial instinct to condemn, in the end Kim just couldn’t bring herself to say that what they were doing was wrong. If they wanted to do it, they weren’t doing it for the wrong reasons, and they were being responsible about it by using protection, Kim refused to say that they were bad people for it—she just wouldn’t. Kim might not want to do it herself, but she couldn’t say it was wrong in and of itself. At best, she could only say it was wrong for her.

How do you know that?

Kim sighed again, really hating herself at the moment. She was just too smart for her own good. She knew that this situation was a catch twenty-two; she’d never had sex before, so there was no way she could really know if it was wrong for her or not, and if she did have sex just to enjoy it and it was wrong for her, then it would be too late once she’d done it. No matter what she did, she might be screwed. Kim shook her head ruefully and thought; no pun intended.

Of course, Kim knew where all these questions were really coming from too. As crazy as it was, it was guilt. The exact instant Kim had decided to accept at least the possibility that she might like girls, it meant that what Corscan wanted her to do was no longer an impossible thing that she could never bring herself to do, but that it was just something that she really, really didn’t want to do. She did not want to have sex for the first time with a woman she barely knew just because she’d lost a bet to her. But… she had lost that bet, and she hadn’t just made a promise to do what she said she would if she’d lost, she’d held Corscan’s hand, looked her deep in the eye, and given her word that she would live up to the obligation. And despite how totally messed up what Corscan wanted from her was, if she didn’t do it, she would be breaking her word to the woman, and Kim Possible just wasn’t built that way.

If Corscan had wanted her to do something really wrong, had tried to trick her into doing something bad, Kim could have told her to go to hell in a drop-dead second and never thought twice about having gone back on her word, but this… this was different. Not doing something just because she didn’t want to when she’d given her word that she would went against her entire self-image, no matter how strong her not wanting to do it was. And Kim knew that in this case, no matter what she did, she was going to pay a price for it. The question was, which price was she willing to pay?

Before she could ponder the issue any further, Kim heard the dull thump and subsequent rumble of the automatic garage door opener kicking in, announcing the imminent arrival of her mom. Glancing up at the VCR clock as she set aside the last of the laundry she had folded, Kim saw that it was nearly quarter past twelve. That meant that the procedure had probably gone smoothly, since it usually took her mom a couple of hours to get home after she did a long procedure—if she even came home at all; sometimes she was so wrung out from them she slept in her office at the hospital instead.

Getting up from the couch, Kim headed into the hallway and turned on the light, then she turned on the light in the kitchen, plugged in the teakettle, and went back into the hall and opened the door to the garage, waiting in the doorway while her mom got out of the car and came inside.

“Hey Kimmie.” Ann said softly as she entered the house. Her hair was mussed, her eyes looked strained, and there was just the slightest hint of alcohol on her breath.

“Hi mom,” Kim answered. “Are you going straight to bed or will you be staying up for a while?”

“I’m not sure Kimmie.” Ann said as she took off her coat and boots and put them away. “I think I’m still a little too tense to go to bed right yet…”

“Would you like something to eat or some tea?” Kim asked.

“Tea would be wonderful Kimmie. What do we have to eat?”

“Dad brought home some Wong’s mom. I made you up a plate and put it in the warming oven in case you wanted something when you got home. What kind of tea do you want?”

“Oh, thank you Kimmie,” Ann smiled sadly, “that was thoughtful of you, but I don’t think I’m in the mood for Chinese food right now. Would it be too much of a bother for you to make a pot of the good green tea?”

“No, of course not mom. You go sit down and I’ll bring it in when it’s ready, ok?”

“Thank you honey,” Ann answered with tender gratitude before heading towards the den.

Kim went into the kitchen and took the plate of Chinese food out of the warming oven before she got the teapot and tea crock down from the cupboard. Then she took the high wire mesh basket out of the teapot and spooned a measure of ground green tea leaves into it before putting the crock back where she had gotten it. By then the water was boiling, so Kim put the basket back in the teapot, took it over to the teakettle, unplugged it, and carefully poured an even stream of scalding hot water over the tea leaves in the basket until the teapot was half full.

Kim snacked on the plate of Chinese food while she made the tea, letting it set for a minute or so before raising and lowering the basket in the water repeatedly and then letting it set again. After a few more times doing that the tea was finally done, and Kim got two large mugs and filled them before putting the teapot aside. Then she headed to the den, turning the lights out as she left the kitchen and made her way through the hall.

“Here you go mom.” Kim said as she handed Ann one of the mugs.

“Thank you Kimmie,” Ann responded as Kim headed to the couch and sat down again. “And thank you very much for doing all this laundry for me too.”

“No big mom, I had some free time tonight anyway.” Kim said before blowing on her tea a bit and then taking a cautious sip to check how hot it was.

Across from her, Ann smiled and then closed her eyes and deeply inhaled the rising scent of her tea, her smile growing broader as she did. Then she took a deep drink and let it slide down her throat slowly, savoring the warmth and tangy flavor before the nutty aftertaste washed over her.

“Mmmm, that’s nice…” Ann sighed happily, leaning back in her chair.

For a short while Kim and Ann sat in silence, Kim thinking on her issues with a pensive expression while Ann relaxed and enjoyed her tea. Soon however, Ann broke the silence.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight Kimmie.” Ann stated, which was true. Usually when she came home late and didn’t head straight to bed, she and Kim talked until one or the other of them was finally ready to go to sleep—which tended to be Ann, but occasionally she did outlast her unusually energetic daughter.

“Oh, just thinking mom…” Kim said noncommittally.

“Anything I can help you with?” Ann asked.

Yeah, sure mom, just tell me if it’s ok to go have sex for the first time because I lost a bet—oh, and did I mention it’s with a woman I just met and I’m worried I might be gay? So not the drama… Kim thought with a snort and a smile of amusement.

“No mom, I…” Kim trailed off. She definitely didn’t want to tell her mom what was really going on, but she just might be able to get her opinion on the general situation if she played “what if” with her.

“Actually mom, if you’re up to it, I could use some advice, but it’s for someone I know, so I can’t actually tell you what’s going on, ok?”

“You know I’ll always make time to talk with you if I can Kimmie.” Ann replied affectionately.

“Ok mom. Let’s say someone gave their word that they’d do nearly anything to pay back a debt they owed someone, but then that person asked them for something they never thought of when they agreed to it and set the limits on what they were willing to do for them, understand?”

Ann nodded and Kim continued.

“Now, it’s something they really don’t want to do, but… they think they could do it if they had to. Hmmm… how can I put this best?” Kim thought for a minute. “I know; say they were a vegetarian, errr… no, even worse; a vegan, and the other person wanted them to eat a big ol’ mega-burger from the Burger Barn. Yeah, that sounds right. So anyway, now they have to choose between breaking their word to someone or eating that hamburger they’d normally never touch in a million years…”

“Well Kimmie, the first thing I’d want to know is why this other person wants your friend to ‘eat a hamburger’ in the first place. It’s not a very nice thing to do something like that to someone after all.”

“Well, I don’t think they’re doing it to be mean or anything, I just think that for them, they don’t see anything wrong with what they’re asking for. And ahhhh… actually they might have sort of a little point there too. My friend doesn’t want to eat that mega-burger, but now that they’ve been asked too, they’re… kinda wondering what it might be like to do it, y’know?”

Ann didn’t know why Kim was blushing the way she was, but she knew better than to push for more information. One of the fastest ways she knew to get Kim to stubbornly clam-up about something was to try and get her to betray a trust. Ann knew her daughter well enough to know that if whatever this was all about was serious, Kim would eventually tell her the full story about what was going on with her friend.

“Well, I would have to say that your friend has a very difficult choice to make then Kimmie. On the one hand there’s her belief that her dietary choices are the right ones for her, and compromising those choices would compromise that belief, but on the other hand… From the way you’ve talked about this situation I assume your friend has a great deal of integrity when it comes to her commitments?” At Kim’s nod Ann continued; “Well then, that would mean that the alternative would compromise her integrity in a different way.”

“The most important question would be whether or not this ‘hamburger’ they have to eat is really harmful or not. I know we’ve taught you to try your best to keep your word no matter what Kimmie, but you also know that sometimes that just doesn’t apply to situations where keeping your word would do more harm than good, right? If this ‘hamburger’ would really hurt your friend, then even though they gave their word they’d eat it, they shouldn’t do so.”

“Well you see mom, that’s kind of another problem. My friend admits that maybe eating meat just might not be that bad for them after all, but if it is—say they’re allergic to ‘hamburgers’ for instance—they won’t know until it’s too late, and once they eat it they’ll never be able to un-eat it. But, on the other hand… well, they might really like ‘hamburgers’ and after they eat it it’ll change the way they feel about eating meat, y’know?”

Ann smiled at how silly the conversation was starting to get. “Well Kimmie, if the ‘hamburger’ is only going to hurt your friend by compromising their integrity and possibly making them sick, and not do them any real harm, then I guess the only thing I can tell you is that your friend is going to need to decide which is more important to them; being true to their own beliefs, or keeping their promises to others. No matter what choice they make they’re going to feel bad about it, but in the end they need to choose which of those two things is more important to them.”

Kim sighed, nodded, and said; “Yeah, I figured as much mom. It’s pretty much the exact same thing I worked out myself, but I was hoping you might see something I missed that would make the situation a little more clear-cut.”

“You always were a smart girl Kimmie,” Ann smiled warmly. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you more.” Ann’s expression sobered and she continued in a disapproving tone; “But I really must say that it sounds like whoever is asking your friend to do this isn’t a very nice person to force them to make that kind of a choice.”

Yeah, she’s a real bitch all right. Kim thought, but for some reason she couldn’t understand, she found herself defending Corscan.

“Well, like I said mom, I honestly don’t think they see anything wrong with what they’re doing. To them it’s just… I don’t know, no big?”

“Well, ‘no big’ or not, it still sounds mean spirited to me.” Ann answered.

Kim let it drop and changed the conversation, talking with her mother for another half-hour or so before Ann finally said goodnight and headed upstairs to bed.

After her mom had gone to bed, Kim put away all the laundry that belonged in the linen closet before putting her own clothes in the basket, taking them to her room, and setting it in front of her closet. Then she went back downstairs and ate the rest of the Chinese food while watching some late-night talk show. Once she finished, Kim turned off the TV, went into the kitchen, cleaned the dishes, and put them away before heading upstairs again and going to the bathroom.

Once she was done in there, Kim went to her room and took off her clothes before putting on what she hoped was a final dose of liniment and getting into the pajamas she had laid out earlier. Then she went to her bathroom again, got cleaned up, went back to her room, and locked the door before crawling into bed and, surprisingly, immediately drifting off into a deep, comfortable sleep.

The next morning Kim woke to the strident sounds of her MP3 player alarm clock, sleepy but fairly well rested. Stretching, Kim yawned deeply before sitting up and raking her hair back from her face with her fingers. Yawning again, Kim got up and was halfway to her bathroom before she realized that she’d slept through the night soundly.

Heh… guess it just took a little organization of the ol’ brain-files to get it together, Kim thought with a smile. She was still low-key freaked over what was going on with her, but it was a lot more manageable now that she’d actually confronted her anxiety and troubled thoughts and feelings head-on instead of trying to deny or ignore them. Having worked out a fair amount of the issues in her head had left her with a lot of breathing room to deal with what was left.

Once in her bathroom Kim wasn’t even very concerned that she was a little sticky between her legs, or that there was some crusty residue on the inside crotch of her pajamas. In fact, she was actually a bit disappointed that she couldn’t remember any of the dreams she must have had last night.

After she was done showering and drying off, Kim was pleased to see that only a slight green mottling remained where the worst of her bruising had been. Everywhere else she was normal colored and totally pain free. As much as she hated that reeking green slime with every fiber of her being, she always had to admit that the stuff really did its job, and this case had been no different.

Returning to her room, Kim quickly got dressed and then went downstairs and had a nice breakfast with her father and brothers—who were behaving for once, since they knew mom was sleeping in late today. After that Kim got ready for school and headed out, hooking up with Ron less than a minute later and walking the rest of the way with him.

The day passed quickly for Kim, and unlike the last two days she was fairly focused and together, with only a handful of anxious wandering thought incidents. She even got through practice with no more than a little uneasiness here and there, and just a minor momentary freakout in the showers afterwards. All in all, Kim was feeling pretty good about how she was handling the situation and the decisions she had come to.

After school Kim went to Bueno Nacho with Ron and Monique again, and they spent about an hour there before Kim headed home, wanting to get back before her mom left for work so she could spend a little more time with her and get to say goodbye before she left as well.

“Hey mom, I’m home,” Kim said cheerfully as she came in the front door and began putting away her coat and boots.

“Hi Kimmie,” came Ann’s chipper reply from the kitchen. “Did you have a nice day at school?”

“It was ok mom.” Kim said as she went into the kitchen, finding Ann sitting at the table drinking a mug of tea and reading the paper, already dressed in her hospital work clothes. “You leaving soon?”

“Not right now Kimmie, but as soon as your father gets home, yes. I’m going to take his car tonight since the boys want to go see that new robot movie with him.” Ann smiled and looked up at Kim. “I don’t suppose you’re going to be going with them?”

“Hah! Me go to some sci-fi flick the tweebs want to see? Not unless you’re paying me.” Kim joked.

“I thought not. Well, if you want to invite Ron over tonight I made an extra casserole just in case. They should all be done in a half-hour or so.”

“Thanks mom. I’m going upstairs to change, I’ll be back in a bit, ‘k?”

“Ok Kimmie.” Ann replied, going back to reading her paper.

Kim went upstairs to her room, set down her backpack, grabbed some more comfortable clothes, and went to her bathroom to use the toilet before she changed out of her school clothes and into the powder-blue sweats and soft-purple t-shirt she had gotten. As Kim was coming out of her bathroom she heard her mom call up to her.

“Kimmie, phone.”

“Thanks mom. I’ll get it in my room.” Kim shouted back.

“Ok honey.”

As Kim entered her room she tossed her clothes into the hamper before picking up her phone. Glancing at the caller ID she saw that the number was blocked, and all of a sudden Kim became very uneasy as she realized who this probably was. After the crate of bottled water Kim knew that Corscan did what she said she was going to do, and it was Thursday night after all—plus she didn’t know anyone else who’d have a blocked number that would be calling her at home.

Kim took a deep breath and held it for a second before letting it out in a sigh. Then she hit “receive” and brought the phone up to her ear.

“Hello?” Kim said with just a hint of hesitation.

“Hello Kim.” Corscan’s smoky voice oozed out of Kim’s phone like warm honey, caressing her ear with its sultry tones, and Kim felt a little shiver run up her spine at the sound of it even as a touch of her smoldering annoyance towards the woman sparked to life once more.

“Hello Corscan,” Kim forced herself to speak calmly and evenly, resisting the urge to snap out “What the hell do you want?” Instead, Kim asked; “What can I do for you?” The second she said it Kim winced, dreading where the other woman would take the open opportunity that particular phrase provided.

“I’m just callin’ to ask if you’ve been considerin’ my request,” Corscan responded.

“I have actually,” Kim answered, strangely frustrated that Corscan hadn’t taken a shot at her.

“An’ what have you decided? Should I send a car for you tomorrow after school, or will I need to be makin’ other plans for the evenin’?”

“I…” Kim paused for what seemed like an eternity to her, and then the words slid out of her mouth in a sudden rush; “I’ll do it.”

Kim was completely shocked by those words. It wasn’t what she had intended to say. It wasn’t the choice she had made last night, the one she had slept soundly on, or the one she had reaffirmed countless times today. But now, as she stood speechless over what she had done, Kim realized that deep down she had still been in denial over what was going on with her, and now that the moment was here, she just had to know, no matter the cost. Kim almost trembled with the strength of the conflicting emotions inside her.

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