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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 was dragged awake by her MP3 player’s alarm all but kicking and screaming, her entrenched lethargy digging into her mind and refusing to give way even an inch without a struggle. The harsh blaring eventually cut through the groggy haze shrouding her mind however, and Kim opened her eyes and pushed herself out of bed enough to reach over and silence the grating irritant. In the process a dull ache from her cracked rib pushed her even further awake—which was a good thing actually, given that without it, she might have fallen back to sleep the moment she flopped down on her bed again. Instead, Kim rolled over and looked up at the ceiling as she continued to slowly wake up.

Staring at the grey haze of the growing predawn light streaming in through her window, Kim tried to recall what happened last night after she had gotten home, and failed completely. She couldn’t even remember having put on the liniment her nose told her was covering her arms and shoulders, nor the pajama top that felt strange to her now after so many months sleeping in the nude. She also couldn’t remember any of the dreams she assumed were responsible for the dull warmth between her legs, faint tingle in her breasts, and the half-erect state of her nipples and clit.

Kim gave a soft half-sigh, half groaning whine as she felt all the pleasant sensations in her body intensify, mere thoughts of them, sleeping nude, and what her dreams might have been turning the gentle warmth to burning desire and driving enjoyable firmness to outright aching stiffness in mere moments, as if by erotic magic. Kim whined again softly as her need howled out to her so strongly she all but writhed under its strength, arching and twisting while deep inside she felt the flow of her fluids spring to life faster than they ever had before.

Sighing, Kim realized she couldn’t ignore her needs anymore—at least, not unless she wanted to be driven completely crazy by them anyway—and that she didn’t need to either. Propping herself up on her elbows for a moment, Kim looked over to make sure she’d locked her bedroom door last night, and once confirmed, she rolled over and opened up the drawer of her nightstand, fumbling around inside it until she found what she was looking for way in back.

Pulling out the black cylinder, Kim fell back into bed and looked at it for a moment before brushing off the dull surface a little with her other hand just to make sure it was clean. After that she put the long, steel-cored, three-quarter inch black rubber cylinder between her teeth and clamped down on it lightly. It wasn’t that Kim particularly liked having the bit from the ponyplay headgear she’d taken it from in her mouth, but rather that she liked the idea of not making any noises someone might hear through her door more.

Her peace of mind secured, Kim lay back and shifted around on her bed, pulling her arms under the covers and spreading her thighs wide as she immediately reached under her pajama top with her left hand while her right went to her throbbing groin. Within moments Kim had waves of pleasure rolling up into her head as she kneaded her firm breasts insistently while pinching, stroking, and twisting her long nipples fervently. Her other hand was equally busy caressing her heated pussy with the tips of her fingers, brushing them back and forth along the infinitely smooth skin there with a demanding enthusiasm.

As she quivered with excitement, soft, muted groans and whimpers rising from her throat, Kim was shocked to find the fingers between her legs growing wet in less than a few minutes even though she had yet to send them inside herself. Whether the dreams she couldn’t remember had primed her already or if it was simply all the pent up, frustrated desire she had experienced over the last few days, she was practically gushing, her hot lubricants pouring out of her needy cunt at an unbelievable rate—and that knowledge drove Kim’s excitement to an even higher peak than she could have imagined.

Within moments Kim all but shoved her two middle fingers deep inside her tight, slippery cunt, arching her back and writhing half to the side as she began stroking her feverish inner surfaces, seeking that sweet spot inside her she knew so well now, while simultaneously using her outer fingers to squeeze the sides of her groin as she ground the firm base of her thumb into her aching, rock hard clit, massaging it back and forth under its protective hood as fiercely as she could stand, her hips twitching and jerking from the sharp, electric pleasure tearing into her from her borderline abuse of her most sensitive areas.

As Kim’s stroking and grinding grew almost frantic, her left hand clutched at her right breast, groping it roughly as her head filled with a tumble of sensual images of what had gone before, the ecstatic remembrance of riding and being ridden by Corscan, Hui, and others rising in a tumult of recalled sensation, while above it all burned wholly imagined fantasies of Shego, her pale, firm, curvy tea-green body slick with sweat and writhing, sometimes beneath her, sometimes above her, but always thrusting and stroking and sucking and gripping and kissing and rubbing and clutching and pressed tight and licking with complete abandon; nothing forbidden and everything indulged completely.

Air hissed in and out through Kim’s nostrils and around the bit between her teeth as her chest heaved, deep grunts, groans, and growls accompanying her panting as she drove herself onwards, seeking more and more pleasure from her screaming flesh until, after what seemed an eternity to her even though it was but a few minutes in truth, the climax she sought erupted forth, thundering pulses hammering up into her mind so strong and hard she lost all sense of anything but their all-encompassing rapture. Her body shuddered and heaved as her eyes tried to roll back in her head, the muscles of her jaw stood out starkly as she clamped down on the bit between her teeth hard enough to cut into the heavy rubber, and her entire frame tensed to locked rigidity as spasms rocked her for an unbelievably long time.

Eventually though, Kim’s body stilled and relaxed as the incredible power of her orgasm dissipated in ebbing pulses, the thrumming waves growing weaker and weaker until they finally left her spent and trembling, but back in control of herself once more.

For a few minutes Kim just lay there, her head spinning slightly and feeling just a little faint, but once she recovered, she pulled herself upright and reached up to take the bit out of her mouth with surprising difficulty, the rubber indented and stuck to her teeth while her jaw ached and didn’t seem to want to open.

Looking at the now misshapen bit, Kim chuckled and somewhat shakily said to herself; “Oh wow… maybe I should think about going without a little more often; that was ferociously intense.”

Grinning, Kim proceeded to wipe the bit—and her hand—off on the bed while she used her other hand and a corner of the bed sheet to wipe the drool from her mouth, jaw, and neck. Then she tossed the bit back in the drawer and closed it before throwing off the covers and getting out of bed. A moment later she grabbed her bathrobe and threw it on before heading for her bathroom.

As she went, Kim happened to glance at her alarm clock and was stunned to find that it was only six forty-two; it had probably taken her less than ten minutes to come so hard and then ride it out.

Grinning again with an amused little smile, Kim shook her head while unlocking her door, murmuring; “Oh yeah, definitely something to be said for letting things build up every once in a while.”

Once she reached her bathroom, Kim locked the door behind her and then shed her bathrobe, hanging it on a hook behind the door before peeling off her pajama top and tossing it in a corner.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Kim took as deep a breath as she could and then smiled as she only felt a minor twinge from her cracked rib. It was finally time to take off the annoying medical tape wrapped around her lower chest. Kim got a bottle of baby oil and some cotton balls and then spent the next few minutes or so unwinding the tape from her chest, throwing it all in the trash before using the baby oil and cotton balls to take off the little lines of sticky gunk that had built up around the edges of the taped area over the last few days.

Once she was done, Kim took another deep breath, wincing slightly as the expected twinge was a little greater than the previous one. Then she raised her arm and grimaced at the greenish-purple bruise on her flank; since she hadn’t been able to use her liniment there, it was only half-healed instead of all but gone like her other bruises were.

Shaking her head, Kim turned on the water in the shower and then waited until the pressure equalized before adjusting the cold and hot until it was just right. After putting out a big towel and getting a washcloth, Kim stepped into the shower and turned in a slow circle, luxuriating in the warmth cascading down her grimy body for a minute or so before getting down to business.

First Kim washed her hair thoroughly, using a rinse and repeat with both shampoo and conditioner, given it was pretty dirty after all the things she’d done over the last few days without having been able to wash it. Then she scrubbed the rest of herself clean fairly quickly, using her washcloth on the major areas and switching over to her frilly mesh sponge when those were done and she moved on to more sensitive locations. It was then that Kim realized her earlier efforts to satisfy herself, while unbelievably intense, hadn’t been quite enough to drive her needs into submission, as she felt herself growing excited from the soapy strokes of the soft material, her nipples and clit stiffening with a mind of their own.

Sighing mostly in frustration—and just a hint of delight—Kim set her mesh sponge on the rack and leaned against the wall, shivering and giggling slightly at the sensation of cold tile on her back. A second later she brought both hands up to grip her breasts, sliding them around in circles as she squeezed the slick flesh and tugged at her nipples with skilled thumbs and forefingers, all while warm water cascaded down her stomach, running between her legs and over her thighs in enjoyable streams.

Purring happily, Kim massaged her breasts and slid her hands across her wet body over and over again, stroking herself with sensual abandon. This time the warm, sensual indulgence brought more focused imaginings to her mind, alternating back and forth between memories of Corscan’s skills and imaginings of Shego’s, pulled from the few tastes Kim had had so far. What Kim hadn’t expected though was the twist her fantasizing mind so surprisingly threw at her; an image not of Shego or Corscan, but rather Shego and Corscan—and not with her either, but rather each other.

Emblazoned across Kim’s steamy mind’s eye was the clear picture of Corscan face down on a bed, her heavy, muscular frame arching upwards as she lay with her chest pressed down hard on the mattress, her strong back bent in a deep, enticing curve as she thrust her broad hips high in the air. Her arms formed a loose circle around her head for stability, and she kept her powerful legs close together so she could push her tight, curvaceous ass up as much as she could, while her hands clutched at the sheets and her expression twisted with lustful enjoyment as she rubbed the right side of her face back and forth on the soft cloth beneath it, every inch of her posture screaming “bitch in heat.”

Above her, Shego squatted on strong legs nearly as big as Corscan’s, and certainly the equal in shapeliness, her hands grasping either side of Corscan’s waist tightly for balance as she pumped her hips in long, fast, ceaseless strokes, the delicious curves of her taut, perfect ass contracting and releasing in beautiful undulations as she slid the slender shaft of a soft-purple strap-on dildo in and out of Corscan’s ass, while all the muscles of her lean body stood out clearly from the effort of the position and work, a sweat-slick green-ivory statue to contrast the equally slick striped teak beneath her.

As Kim’s vision continued, she saw Shego grinning with the intense look of enjoyment she had seen on her many times before while they fought, and the pale woman flipped the lustrous mane of her hair back and to the side as she said; “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You fucking love it! Come on, come on; tell me you love it.”

Beneath her, Corscan groaned and whined, crooning; “Yeah, I love it! Fuck my ass; fuck it! Yeah, yeah; give it to me!”

Again Shego called out; “You love it, don’t you? You know you love it…” but this time Kim knew the words were meant for her, and they were right; she didn’t know why, but the idea of watching Shego pound the hell out of Corscan’s sweet little asshole while she begged for more sent Kim’s lust into overdrive.

Before she could even think, Kim squatted slightly and pushed her left arm behind her back, sliding her hand between the rounded curves of her ass and slipping her middle finger deep into her asshole with minimal resistance, given the streams of water cascading over it. At the same time, she placed the first two fingers of her right hand over her sensitive little clitty and began stroking it with a fast, tight circular motion, immediately being rewarded with a stream of sensation just shy of more than she could handle.

Kim moaned and slid down the wall a little further, deepening her squat both to have the flow from the showerhead spraying onto her breasts and so she could feel the pleasant strain of exertion in the muscles of her calves and thighs. Once she was in the new position Kim began working in earnest, thrusting her finger in and out of her ass as she kept up her circling assault on her clit. Her breath came in quicker and quicker pants and her hips twitched forward repeatedly as she kept driving herself higher and higher towards climax, pushed on by her erotic visions of Shego pistoning her strap-on deep into Corscan’s ass with the same relentless insistence Kim was now using on herself.

Sooner than expected, the multiple sensations rising from all across Kim’s body sent her over the edge, and she came hard and strong and deep—though nowhere near as uncontrolled as earlier—the warm waves pulsing through her body and suffusing her mind with their pleasure as she vented a series of soft little gasps barely heard over the sound of the shower, her hips jerking and twitching in erratic shudders while she rode high on her ecstasy.

As the rapturous waves finally began fading from her, Kim straightened up a little, but she did nothing more than that until she had recovered from her orgasm, whereupon she began finger-fucking her ass again while she slid her right hand up and down her stomach and over her breasts, playing with her nipples and massaging the tight, tingling flesh with her skilled fingers. A few minutes later Kim raised her right leg and braced it against the far wall so she could reach around her thigh with her right hand and slide not just two, but three fingers into her heated cunt, filling it close to capacity and creating a comfortable tightness inside her, all while avoiding contact with her now borderline-oversensitive clit.

Once she filled her cunt, Kim carefully, gently pushed a second finger into her ass, and as soon as it was in place, she started thrusting in and out of both orifices in alternation, going a little slower and safer with her ass now but making up for it with the enthusiasm of the fingers invading her quickly screaming cunt.

As Kim fucked herself faster and faster, she began panting and sweating heavily beneath the shower stream, and her head once more filled with fantasy, only this time it was Shego and Shego alone, here now with her in the shower, her strong legs wrapped around Kim’s waist and bracing her back on the far wall while Kim tightly gripped the firm swells of her perfect ass like a pair of handles, both to help support Shego and to get better control as she slid her hot, wet pussy up and down Shego’s, stroking and thrusting faster and faster, driving them both onward to orgasm as the muscles of their tight abs contracted and undulated in ripples from the effort.

Kim rocked her hips in time with her fantasy, all the while franticly pumping her fingers in and out of both her holes as she relentlessly drove herself onward to her third orgasm, this time having to really work at it after having come just minutes before, but finally, with the suddenness of a dam bursting, she felt the resistance break within her, and a geyser of hard, sharp ecstasy welled up from inside her and drown out everything else all but completely, only a desperate act of will keeping her from screaming as the power of it hit her.

Despite the strength of her orgasm, it lasted nearly as long as the last one, and by the time she recovered enough to slide her fingers out of herself, Kim was jerked back to full awareness by the sensation of the temperature of the water cascading over her suddenly dropping to only slightly more than lukewarm.

“Oh shit!” Kim’s outcry was forceful and vexed as she grabbed her mesh sponge and rapidly lathered it again, racing to finish cleaning herself off before the remaining hot water in the tank ran out, only to find herself losing that race as the difficulties of her previously excited state presented themselves. By the time Kim got out of the shower she was shivering and not even remotely horny anymore. A fact for which it took considerable time and warming up as she toweled off to finally notice and appreciate.

Coming out of her bathroom, Kim went back to her room and got dressed, packed her mission and cheerleading outfits on the bottom of her backpack, and then came up short as she saw her homework lying on her desk where she’d left it yesterday night.

“Shit!” Kim cursed again, realizing she’d have to do the work in her spare time during earlier classes, and grateful at least that there hadn’t been any work for the first two she had today, so she wouldn’t miss completing any assignments—at least, so long as there wasn’t anything major in those first two classes anyway.

Packing her homework away, Kim heard someone coming out of her parents’ room and rushed out into the hall just in time to catch her father as he was coming around the landing to make sure the twins were up.

“Hey dad, glad I caught you. I ahhh…” Kim hesitated ruefully, looking at the floor as she continued; “I kinda lost track of time and used up all the hot water while I was in the shower earlier, sorry.”

“Oooh… that’s not good Kimmie.” James responded in a mildly displeased tone before grinning and continuing in a more chipper one. “Well, at least you told me now so I didn’t get a big surprise finding out instead.”

James reached out and ruffled Kim’s hair before heading past her towards the twins’ room, and Kim said; “Thanks dad.” as she headed downstairs.

As she descended the staircase, from above her she head James say; “Just try not to let it happen again Kimmie-cub. If your mother was going in to work this morning we’d be in quite a pickle now wouldn’t we?”

“Ok dad, I’ll do my best.”

Kim went into the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker for her dad, then made breakfast for herself and ate it quickly, not wanting to waste any time as she intended to get to school as early as possible. She was just finishing up when the twins tumbled into the kitchen just ahead of their father, who had paused in the hallway.

As Kim was putting her dishes in the sink, she noticed the twins watching her oddly, and she turned to them with an annoyed look and sharply barked; “What?”

“Nothing.” The twins answered in irritating singsong harmony, but before the exchange could continue, James interrupted from the hallway.

“Kim, are you responsible for all of this luggage out here?”

“Ooooh, busted!” the twins harmonized with mirrored Cheshire grins.

“Zip it tweebs!” Kim growled before heading into the hall, saying; “Yeah dad. I got in late last night and I didn’t want to lug them up to my room.”

“Well they’re taking up an awful lot of space here young lady; I really think you should move them before you go to school.”

“All right, fine.” Kim conceded reluctantly, moving over to the first suitcase and picking it up. As she headed for the stairs, James asked; “When exactly did you get five new suitcases anyway? And for that matter, what do you have in them?”

“Oh.” Kim paused, thinking franticly. “Well, it’s all my clothes from CI headquarters dad. Corscan had to… go away on an extended business trip, and with summer coming up we thought it best if I brought everything home now.”

“Oh, all right Kimmie. Wait… does this mean you’re finished the internship early, or will you still be going back for the rest of the week?”

“I’m not sure dad, but I think I’ll be around this week—though I’m working on a lot of other things for my other work, so I might be out nearly as much. We’ll have to see how fast I can get it all settled.”

“I see. Well, you get this mess all squared away then, and I’ll hope to see you later on tonight for supper, all right?”

“All right dad. I’ll call if I’m going to be busy, ok?” Kim grunted as she started up the stairs again.

“Ok, have a good day at school Kimmie.” James responded as he headed into the kitchen.

“Thanks dad; you have a good day at work.” Kim responded in a slightly strained voice, wishing she had started with a lighter bag.

It took far more time to carry all the luggage up to her room than Kim thought she had to spare—though in actuality it didn’t really take that long. As a result, by the time she was done and putting her shoes on by the front door, Kim was frustrated and rushing, so when her cell phone rang it elicited a muted shriek of outrage from her.

Digging out her phone and flipping it open with a sharp, angry motion, Kim saw that it was Monique calling and struggled to calm down, taking a deep breath before hitting receive and saying; “Hey Mo, what’s up?”

“Well you are for one girl, which is good because my ETA on your front door is about two minutes tops.”

“What? You’re already ready for school and on your way here? Wait, why are you on your way here?”

“I told you last night we were gonna talk soon girl.” Monique responded firmly.

Kim gave a quick snort and shake of her head before responding; “All right Mo, it’s not like I can do any of my homework while I’m walking to school anyway. I should be out front by the time you get here; I’m almost ready now.”

“Ummm… A, why do you need to do homework, an’ B, why are you heading out so early?”

“A, because I didn’t get it done yesterday because of everything… else, on my mind and my meeting, and B, see A. And now I’m hanging up Mo.”

“Ok, see you in a minute.”

Kim heard Monique’s response faintly from the receiver during the time it took to lower her phone and hit disconnect. Moments later she had put her phone away, thrown on her jacket, tossed off a quick “Bye dad!” in the direction of the kitchen, and was out the door and halfway down the walk before James even responded.

By the time Kim reached the sidewalk, she could see Monique turning the corner at the end of the block, and she waved to her friend as she headed in her direction. Monique stopped at the corner and waited for Kim to get to her before falling in alongside her with a grin, not waiting even a moment before anxiously firing off her first question to Kim.

“So? What happened last night? Spill girl!”

Kim smiled faintly and gave a slight shake of her head, responding; “What didn’t happen last night?”

“Don’t be playin’ with me girl!” Monique shot back with mostly mock-fierceness.

Kim glanced at Monique and said; “I’m not playing with you Monique; there was a lot of stuff that came up, and most of it was nothing I really expected. Some things more than others.”

“Well then, start at the start and run through it all if that’s what it takes, but start already!” Monique responded, her frustration nearly palatable.

“Ok, ok. Well, when I got there… it was weird Monique. Shego was… well, I don’t know what I was expecting, but she sure didn’t give it to me, whatever it was. She… well first of all, she forgave me for what I tried to do to her. Actually it was more like she didn’t care; she just blew it off as no big now that she knows why it happened.”

Kim gave a quick sigh and then continued; “After that, well… she told me that given what happened a few days ago, she’d… reevaluated? our relationship, so to speak… and that it wasn’t just me that was thinking about things differently now.” Kim smiled softly. “Apparently I’ve been ‘growing on her’ for a while now, like mold or something, and she didn’t know how, but she’d ended up liking me, and after… the incident, she was seeing me in a whole new light too.”

“So, as crazy as it was, there we were, just standing there admitting we were thinking about each other like that now, thinking about new possibilities… and even though I knew it was crazy, and even though it didn’t make any sense, I just didn’t care Monique. Something about it felt right… and she was there, and I was there, and we were both on the same page, so… I kissed her. And she kissed me back.”

“No way! Get outta here girl!” Monique grinned. “So, you guys do it right there out in the open, or were you able to get to a motel first?”

Kim looked at Monique with an irked expression, one eyebrow raised, and her friend laughed and said; “Oh come on now girl; it’s a fair question and you know it. With what you’re used to now an’ you all jonesing for a piece of that sweet ivory ass combined with her bein’ all in-your-face bad-assed super villain there’s no way you two didn’t get it on, am I right?”

Kim shook her head in wry amusement over how close and yet how far Monique was to the truth, and answered; “Actually no, you’re wrong. We didn’t.” Kim sighed, a barely noticeable blush on her cheeks as she added; “But it wasn’t for lack of trying on my part. It was Shego that wanted to take things slow.”

“Get out!” Monique responded in a near shout, clearly shocked. “You’re telling me that Miss ‘works-for-a-guy-that-wants-to-take-over-the-world I-can-rob-Fort-Knox-all-on-my-own’ turned you down?”

“Well, she didn’t exactly turn me down Mo. She just wanted to take things slower so we’d have a better idea of what was going on and what we were getting ourselves into instead of just jumping in headfirst is all.”

Kim didn’t need to think twice about not saying anything else to Monique, about the other reason Shego had wanted to take it slow. She knew that information was an intimate detail of Shego’s life that she would be very unhappy to find had been passed on to others without her knowledge or consent.

“Wow… that’s just… weird. Cool, but seriously freaking weird, no doubt about it girlfriend.” Monique shook her head in disbelief and then smiled, continuing; “So, if you didn’t end up fighting or fucking, what exactly did you do?”

“Well, we talked about a whole bunch of stuff, but…” Kim trailed off as the reservations and doubts Shego’s suspicions and Corscan’s mysterious disappearance had raised in her returned in full force, despite having been out of her mind entirely until just now.

“What is it Kim?” Monique’s voice was concerned.

Kim took a deep breath and then exhaled before saying; “Corscan’s gone Mo. She disappeared. We went to see her and all we found was some luggage and a letter she left for me. Everything else was gone and the entire complex was deserted.”

“What? Why would you and Shego be going to see Corscan? And why would she be gone? What did the letter say? Did something happen? How could they clean out a complex that big in just a few days? Where did they all go? Where did she go?”

Before Kim could even begin processing Monique’s rapid-fire barrage of questions, let alone answer them, the annoying honk of a cheap squeeze-bulb horn and the accompanying putter of an out-of-tune two-stroke engine interrupted both women. As they looked back to see Ron perched on his scooter and coming up on them at the speed of a fast walk, he grinned under his blue plastic helmet and called out to them.

“Hey ladies, what brings the two of you out so early this fine summer morning?”

Kim shot Monique a glance, and the dark-skinned girl nearly growled in frustration over being denied answers to her many burning questions. As Ron pulled up alongside them, Monique looked away while trying to smooth her current aggravated expression into something that wouldn’t raise questions, leaving Kim to answer; “Just heading to school. I’ve got some homework I’m not quite finished yet, so I need to get in early and work on it. Why are you out so early yourself?”

“Awww man! It’s already bad enough the school year’s three weeks longer here than nearly everywhere else, but finals were last week! The fact that Barkin’s still handing out homework is just sick and wrong!” Ron ranted instead of answering the question.

“It’s called extra credit Ron.” Kim responded dryly, and Monique added; “Yeah, they don’t call them honors and advanced classes for nothing.”

Ron gave a disgusted look and grumbled; “Honors or not, I firmly maintain my sick and wrong stance.” Shaking his head, Ron finally got around to giving Kim an answer to her earlier question. “Anyway, I’m going in early because I have to. Barkin told me that if I didn’t clean out my locker before the last day of school, he was going to have the janitor do it for me.”

“Didn’t want a repeat of last year’s incident, did he?” Monique said dryly, grinning at the memory.

“Those old gym clothes I found behind all my other stuff did not set off the fire sprinklers!” Ron shrieked. “Jake Quan set them off with those fireworks he tossed into the girls’ locker room damn it! Why doesn’t anyone believe me?”

“Ahhh, because this is funnier?” Monique’s grin broadened, and even Kim couldn’t help grinning a little at the joke.

Ron’s expression darkened as he grumpily responded; “Yeah well, apparently I’m the only one that’s concerned with the truth!” Petulantly he added; “Everyone else just wants to make jokes.”

Schooling her expression, Kim cautiously ventured; “It’s been over a year Ron; did you ever think that maybe the fact that you… take exception? to it so much might have something to do with why people still ride you over it? Let alone even remember it for that matter...”

“I do not ‘take exception…’ I just don’t like being misrepresented is all.” Ron said with an aloof air of dignity.

“Boy, you blow your stack higher than mount Vesuvius over it.” Monique said dryly. “You just blew your stack over it! An’ that’s exactly why folks keep ragging on you about it; because they know it drives you nuts. Just ignore ‘em and it’ll die out soon enough.”

Ron sighed and looked away for a few moments. When he looked back, he was still sullen, but he was nodding his head reluctantly.

“All right, all right, you might have a point there. I’ll try it your way Monique, but I don’t have to like it.”

“Better a little dislike now than this following you all the way through senior year and maybe even college, right?” Monique smiled slyly as she teased Ron.

Ron’s eyes widened in panic as his paranoia wildly imagined him being asked about the incident during college interviews, and he anxiously asked; “You don’t really think that could happen, do you?”

“Not really,” Monique responded, “but it’s happened before. Be smarter if you let it die now just to be safe, right?”

“Ok, I’ve gotta go guys!” Ron said, a mixture of fear and determination on his face. “I don’t want any more people seeing me do this than I can help,” Ron glanced at Monique and added; “and I’ll try my best to deal with it your way too, thanks. See you later!”

As Kim and Monique said goodbye, Ron sped off as quickly as his scooter would go—only a little faster than someone could sprint—and it was only a short time until they saw him disappear around the corner leading to school. The instant Ron was out of sight, Monique took up the original conversation once more.

“Answers girl, now!” Monique demanded.

Kim just smiled and shook her head gently, amused at Monique’s one-track mind.

“Like I said Mo, we went to see her and there was no one there.” Kim paused a second, realizing she was wearing the same jacket as last night, then said; “Hang on a second…”

Reaching into her inside pocket, Kim found Corscan’s letter where she’d left it, and was about to pull it out for Monique to read when she stopped, considering. Without telling Monique everything that happened with Shego—especially her suspicions about Corscan—she wouldn’t see the letter in the same light when she read it. On the one hand, that might be a good thing in order to get an outside view on it, untainted by those suspicions, but on the other, it might not have the same impact on her if it wasn’t put in the proper context.

Sighing, Kim decided the first option would be best, and she pulled out the letter, saying; “Here Mo, this is the letter she left me. Read it and tell me what you think before I tell you anything else, ok?”

Monique nodded, and Kim handed her the letter, coming to a stop as the other girl paused to read it.

Monique read through the letter a few times, just to make sure she had everything down, and then handed it to Kim while saying; “Well, at least it isn’t a Dear Jane letter.”

“That’s all you’ve got to say?” Kim responded while putting the letter away.

“Well, what else can I say? It all sounds a little weird and mysterious—even more so with you saying they cleared out the entire complex; that’s takin’ things to the max extreme girlfriend. But unless you’ve got more to tell me, there’s not much I can say, right?”

Kim sighed, looking down at the sidewalk in front of her, and after a few quiet moments walking alongside Monique she finally said; “Yeah, there’s a lot more Mo. Wrapped up with Shego and other things too.” Looking up at her friend she continued; “But it’s complicated, and I don’t want to go into it when we’re only a few minutes away from school, because there’s no way I can cover it all, and you really need to hear it all to understand, ok?”

Monique sighed herself, looking annoyed, but her expression quickly returned to normal and she responded; “Well, I ain’t happy about having to wait even longer, but I’ll deal. Just so long as you plan on fillin’ me in real soon girlfriend, y’dig?”

“I promise Mo. Unless something comes up we can go back to your house right after school and I’ll tell you everything, ok?”

“All right then, it’s a date.” Monique grinned wryly as she added; “But don’t think you’re gonna be gettin’ any of this fine ebony ass you know you’ve been wantin’ just because you ain’t had your somethin’ somethin’ for a few days now; Mo still don’t roll like that yet, y’dig? An’ even if I did, I ain’t no charity worker either…”

Kim snorted and grinned, shaking her head in amusement over Monique’s antics.

As the two friends continued walking to school, the topic of conversation shifted to less significant matters, and they passed the time with small talk over current events and other trivialities, which Kim embraced wholeheartedly, glad for the opportunity to get her mind off the things weighing her down right now, even if it was only for a little while.
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