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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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The next morning, Kim got up just before seven again, but this time she was in and out of the bathroom at her normal speed, for which the rest of the family was grateful given they were all up early as well, preparing for the day’s activities. In fact, they actually left before Kim did, since she decided to wait a little while and see if Ron was going to get up anytime soon. In the end though, she left without him; he’d shown no signs of rousing and she didn’t want to throw off her new routine if she could help it.

Despite leaving Ron behind, Kim didn’t want for lack of help, as several of the locals were willing to give her a hand. On top of that, apparently word had gotten out about her fighting ability too, and although there weren’t quite people lined up to talk to her, a fair-sized group of local fighters gathered while she was going through her workout routine. Fortunately for Kim, aside from a small handful, most of them weren’t there to prove anything by “calling her out,” and even those few came in handy for an opening warmup—one that thoroughly quashed the aspirations of the remaining “alpha dogs” as Kim soundly and completely dismantled the three worst hardcases simultaneously. After that, everyone else that wasn’t willing to “play nice” suddenly remembered other places they needed to be right now, leaving Kim with seven fairly skilled admirers to practice with.

Just around the time Kim was finishing up, Ron arrived, and she waved him over with a smile. “Finally up there Rip Van Winkle?”

“Actually been up for a few hours now KP…” Ron leaned forward against the railing separating him and Kim, resting his forearms along the bar and looking over to the right at her with a return smile. “I’ve just been taking it easy for this afternoon’s session with Bambi and Trixie. And if I’m lucky, I’ll need it for tonight too, since I’m gonna try and see if either of them have plans for watching the fireworks, along with anything afterwards.”

The left side of Kim’s mouth curled up in a grin. “Think it’s going well enough for that, do we?”

“Hey, you only live once KP. The worst that can happen is they turn me down, right?”

Kim’s smile broadened as she started putting her gear away. “I guess you’re right there. So, will I see you at supper then?”

“Heck yeah! No way I’m going to miss your father’s barbecuing; I’ll probably only eat a light lunch to make sure I have plenty of room for it all!” A broad smile graced Ron’s eager features. A moment later he sobered slightly and asked; “Hey, do you think it would be ok if I asked the girls to come?”

“I can’t see why not, but if you want, I can give my dad a call and find out.”

“Thanks KP.”

Three minutes later Kim had Ron’s answer for him. “Yeah, it’s cool Ron.”

Ron nodded his thanks. “Cool, now all I have to do is sell it to the girls. Which actually might be kind of hard now that I think of it, given they’re in training and all.”

Kim put her cell phone away and made sure she had everything else she’d brought with her before closing up her carryall. As she straightened up and shouldered the bag, she finally responded; “I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Kim looked around for a second. “Anyway, I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later on tonight—and tell the girls hi.” Not that they’re likely to care… the wry thought flitted through Kim’s head as she turned to go.

“Will do KP. And have fun with your Nana this afternoon.” Ron smiled and threw a goodbye wave at Kim, who looked over her shoulder just in time to catch it and throw one back at him.

Having some time to kill, Kim made her way back to Nana’s at a leisurely pace, taking in the sights along the boardwalk and beach. It wasn’t too leisurely however, as she was fairly hungry now, and she ended up returning well before Lynn did. Once she’d put her carryall away, Kim immediately went to the kitchen and ate the rest of her breakfast. After she finished cleaning the few dishes she’d used, Kim decided to go for a swim, seeing as how there was still some time before Nana was supposed to return.

As she put on one of the swimsuits she’d brought, Kim was glad that her family wasn’t around right now, so she could wear the sturdy thong bottom she’d gotten used to with Corscan. It wasn’t that she didn’t want anyone seeing her in it—that was the whole point of wearing it after all—but she certainly didn’t want her parents or brothers anywhere around when she had it on, that was for sure—and she supposed that Ron was on that short list as well, now that she thought about it. Odds were high it would be pretty awkweird if he was around too, though she couldn’t really say why.

Heading out to the ocean, Kim couldn’t help meandering down the beach a little. It wasn’t that she’d grown particularly vain, but she was human after all, and it made her feel good when other people watched her with an appreciative eye—especially the few cute girls who were looking her over that she took note of. She’d worked long and hard to improve her physique—though admittedly, it hadn’t been for her looks; that was just an added, and appreciated, side benefit—and she was going to enjoy it.

Eventually Kim headed into the warm surf, and once she made it out deep enough, she set out on a quarter-mile sprint up the coast, followed by a more leisurely half-mile back down, and then another quarter-mile sprint to return to where she started. By then she’d killed a little over half an hour, so she headed straight back to Chez Leisure to get showered and changed.

While she was in the shower, Kim ran into two problems. The first was that between it being four days since she’d last “taken care of herself” and all the scantily clad, good-looking girls she’d been exposed to in the last two, she realized she was horny. Not exceptionally so, but certainly noticeably, and as she showered it became considerably more and more difficult for her to keep thoughts of Corscan, Shego, Hui, and a host of other possibilities from flitting through her head. The second problem was how unbelievably creepy it felt to masturbate in your Nana’s bathroom—especially when your Nana was due back any time now.

Nonetheless, Kim Possible was the girl that could do anything, and this wasn’t one of the few exceptions that proved that rule. As such, she managed to both relieve herself of the mounting tension to a fair degree—though truthfully, not nearly as much as she would have in a less… disturbing, environment—and complete her cleaning all with plenty of time left to get out of the bathroom and finish changing before her Nana returned.

“Hello Kimberly Ann.” Lynn beamed when Kim greeted her at the door. “Did you have a good time while we were out and about?”

“Yep. I had a little walk after exercising and then I went for a nice long swim.”

“Oh, that’s nice dear. But I hope you remembered to wear your sunblock Kimberly Ann; it’s quite easy to get a bad sunburn down here and not even realize it’s happening until it’s too late. Better safe than sorry…”

“Yes Nana, I remembered to wear sunblock.” Kim resignedly droned.

“Well then, if you’re all set, I’ll just go change my clothes and then we can have something to eat before we get started. Is there anything in particular you’d like for lunch dear?”

“Ummm, not really Nana. I ate the rest of my breakfast about an hour and a half ago, so I’m not really that hungry. Maybe a sandwich and some chips?”

“All right then, that sounds just fine. Would you be a dear and get everything out for me while I change? There’s a container of egg salad in the refrigerator, along with a jar of sweet pickles, and I’m sure you can find everything else just fine.”

“Ok.”

Lynn smiled and nodded at Kim’s response, vanishing into her room while Kim headed for the kitchen. By the time Kim had found everything, Lynn returned and proceeded to make the pair two egg salad sandwiches to go with pickles and chips on the side.

Nana and Kim chatted about Lynn’s trip to the amusement park while they ate, and once they’d finished lunch, Kim helped Nana clean up the handful of dishes they’d used while eating. Once the kitchen was all tidied up, Lynn got a pair of medium sized bottles of water from the fridge and put them in a wicker bag, which also held a small bottle of sunscreen and a few light towels.

“Well then, should we be on our way Kimberly Ann?”

“Sure thing Nana; just let me get my shoes on.”

Kim put on her soft-soled slip-on shoes since she was going to be sparring, and the duo left shortly thereafter. Once outside, they proceeded to the left side of Chez Leisure at a relaxed pace, though Kim did ask why they were going in the opposite direction of the area they’d used last year.

“Oh, the badminton court is being used this afternoon dear, so we’ll have to use the park over on this side… and I’m really rather glad of that as well; it’s a little more secluded this time of day, so we’re less likely to become a spectacle there.”

“Not diggin’ the crowd we had last year Nana?” Kim gently teased.

“Oh it’s not that Kimberly Ann, it’s the repercussions afterwards. You have no idea how troublesome it is teaching a seniors’ self-defense class to a dozen or more out-of-shape old fogies—especially when some of them get all riled up and hot blooded on Viagra beforehand.”

Ewwwww! Kim shuddered and had to restrain herself considerably from voicing her distaste over that particular piece of too much information out loud. By the time she’d forced it and related thoughts out of her head, she and Lynn had reached the grassy area that made up most of the small park next to Chez Leisure. There were two pathways bisecting it, with a small central fountain where they intersected and about a half-dozen benches scattered along their lengths. Several shrubs and a few trees gave the area some seclusion, but it was still pretty open all in all.

Lynn led Kim over to the largest of the grassy expanses, one shaped roughly like a baseball infield from all the shrubs and trees growing along the outer edge of it. The area was about thirty-five feet long on the pathway sides, and despite the curve the flora imposed on the far side, it still gave them an open area well over twenty-five feet square in the middle.

Walking over to the largest tree, Lynn set her wicker bag down on the gnarled, exposed roots near its base, and then turned to Kim. “Shall we get started right away dear, or would you like to sit and talk for a while?”

“Only if you want to Nana, otherwise I’d like to start now please.” Kim’s voice held just a hint of nervousness as well as eagerness in it.

“All right dear, just give me a little bit to get limbered up here. Wouldn’t want to pull anything after all…”

Kim easily caught the unspoken suggestion that she do the same, and quickly joined Lynn after first removing her shoes and placing them next to Lynn’s wicker bag. As Kim began her stretching routine, Lynn asked; “Oh, are you not going to wear your shoes? There might be thorns or stones in the grass you know…”

“That’s ok, I’ll take the chance Nana. I’m not used to wearing shoes when I practice anymore, and I know how good you are; don’t want anything to distract me.”

Despite her concern, Lynn just couldn’t bring herself to object further in the face of the compliment Kim had given her. Roughly ten minutes later, both women had finished stretching out, and Lynn was prompted to comment; “My my, you’ve certainly gotten quite flexible since I saw you last Kimberly Ann.”

“You’re not so bad yourself Nana.” Kim grinned, and Lynn smiled back, appreciating the fact that Kim hadn’t added “for your age” to that statement.

Walking out into the center of the area, Kim and Lynn stood a little less than ten feet apart from one another. A moment later Lynn smiled and bowed to Kim, who reacted instinctively, sweeping her forearms up at an angle to smack her clenched right fist into the palm of her straight left hand, with the back facing Lynn and held just below shoulder height. A second later she bowed herself, keeping her hands out in front of her and twisting her fist as she leaned forward, craning her neck to keep her eyes fixed on Lynn as she did.

Despite her unconscious performance of the ritual gesture she used with Corscan, Kim certainly hadn’t expected the sudden look of disturbed shock on Lynn’s face, covered up so quickly the girl wasn’t even sure she’d seen it. It was almost… almost as if Nana had seen a ghost. A second later Kim shook her head; sure she was just imagining things.

“Any time you’re ready Kimberly Ann.” Lynn said with good-humored confidence after she’d straightened, falling into a ready stance and further convincing Kim she’d been mistaken.

“Bring it on Nana.” Kim smiled with determination and confidence she didn’t quite feel, and fell into her own ready stance; slightly broader than her old one, standing on the balls of her feet with her knees bent and her left side facing Lynn. Her leading leg was extended and her back leg was tense and well grounded, ready to propel her in whatever direction she needed. She held her left arm straight and angled down on the same line as her leading leg, while her right hand hovered at shoulder height, arm cocked back and ready—although Kim kept her left hand in a rigid knife-hand and her right in a fist, unlike Corscan’s peculiar “two fingered” affectation.

Again, Kim could swear that some strange emotion swept through her Nana, paralyzing the old woman with hesitation for a moment, but before she could ponder it, Lynn sprang forward, launching her first attack with a skill and fluid ease that martial artists half her age would have considered themselves lucky to possess.

Despite her usual competitive urge, and despite the little voice of doubt that had been telling her she was going to lose again, Kim had always planned to hold back significantly and play on the defense until she was sure of her relative strength in relation to her Nana now. Regardless of her considerable respect for the old woman’s amazing capability, Nana Possible was still an old woman, and logically, given Kim’s remarkable gains in strength and ability, there was a serious possibility she could hurt her if she went all-out right off the bat.

Within the first few minutes, and after several dozen furious exchanges in which she did nothing other than maintain a flawless, unbroken defense, Kim came to several realizations. The first was that shockingly, Lynn had been holding back with her last summer—considerably. That became readily apparent as Nana kept upping her game more and more in face of Kim’s frustrating defense. The second was nearly equally shocking to Kim in its own way. The realization that, once Lynn finally reached her full capacity and was giving it her all, she was better than Nana—again, considerably. She knew it. Was sure of it. It wouldn’t have been nearly as great a gap in ability if Lynn had been younger—close to Kim’s age for example—Kim could tell… and that knowledge made her a little sad inside. It was undeniable and disheartening evidence that her Nana really was old. Less than she was. Fading.

Kim used her considerable mental discipline to force herself to throw off that unhappy, depressing thought and focus solely on the fighting. She owed it to her Nana not to diminish her or pity her. She deserved her full consideration and respect, no matter what the circumstances were.

As the exchanges continued, Kim maintained her impeccable defenses while analyzing Lynn’s technique and ability in preparation for beginning to take the offensive herself—though in small steps to be sure. Again she had to throw off disturbing thoughts as she kept Lynn at bay without a single attack doing more than throwing her off balance at best; if Lynn had been younger some of her attacks might have gotten through. As it was, they didn’t, and though the strikes Kim blocked over and over again hit with impressive focus and strength, it was nothing compared to the poundings she’d taken from Corscan; some of her strikes could send Kim flying even if she blocked them perfectly.

As Kim began her offense in slow, steady increments, she came to another surprising understanding about her Nana’s technique; it was exactly like Kim’s was now. That was to say, at least as much as it could be. As far as Kim could tell, it seemed Lynn’s overall style encompassed only six traditional sub-styles of Shaolin Kung Fu, and although they were highly complimentary to one another, there were considerable gaps when compared to Kim’s knowledge of sixteen styles, plus the various other techniques she’d picked up training with Corscan. But that wasn’t the important point; the important point was that from what Kim knew of those styles, Lynn wasn’t using any of the flawed moves within them; she was only using the ones that perfectly integrated with the others and had no imperfections, just the same way Kim had improved her technique under Corscan’s tutelage.

With that knowledge, Kim felt her respect and pride for her Nana grow even greater, knowing full well how difficult it was to achieve what Lynn had—even more so without someone to teach it to you. At least, she assumed; it was always possible the masters Nana had trained with were the ones to perfect the technique as much as it could be. Even if that were the case, the accomplishment was still considerable; Kim knew firsthand how difficult it was to learn a perfected flawed style, even with a teacher.

Having finally assimilated all the surprising revelations, and with nothing further presenting itself, Kim was at last able to start focusing solely on what she was doing without distraction—well, with little distraction anyway; she was still having some trouble dealing with the forced awareness of Nana being old. This was good for Kim, because as she started making serious offensive moves, she also opened herself up to attack more, so she had to concentrate that much harder on maintaining her defenses as well. On top of that was the added concentration required to only use as much force as was necessary to impress upon Lynn the significance of her strikes, and to resist instincts screaming at her to use moves and techniques she was sure would have hurt the old woman. For the first time, Kim had a clear understanding of what it must have been like for Corscan while fighting and training her.

Because of all the added difficulties, Kim found herself considerably taxed while fighting Lynn, and it took her full skill and ability to handle everything without making a mistake that would have cost her. On top of that, Lynn was a cagey old woman, and used several tricky strategies to try and throw Kim off balance or lure her into a trap. Fortunately Kim’s training included tactics and strategy—The Art of War was the first book Corscan had her read—and over four months of getting continuously dismantled by the big woman had given Kim the humility and caution she needed to be on the lookout for such things, instead of assuming in hubris that what she was seeing was what it appeared to be.

Even so, it took a considerable amount of doing before Lynn finally conceded Kim’s superiority to her. The pair fought back and forth across the area in long series of exchanges with only a few rest periods in between, so they could drink some water and catch their breath—Nana far more so than Kim. Counting the rest breaks, this went on for just under two hours, until nearly all the grass in a rough twenty-foot circle had been matted down in the middle of the area. During that time Lynn did everything she could to press Kim as far as she was able, pushing herself beyond all reasonable considerations and drawing on all of her reserves in order to force herself to continue far past when she should have stopped. If she had been any other resident of the retirement community, she would have dropped dead of a heart attack or stroke three times over by now. Even as it was, Lynn knew she was going to be laid up for weeks, if not months, because of the extremes she was straining herself with, but it was a price she was willing to pay in order to see everything her granddaughter was capable of now.

In the end though, Lynn couldn’t go on. Both because she’d reached her absolute limits, and because even despite her own stubborn, strong will, she was forced to accept the truth; there was absolutely no way she could defeat Kim aside from a twist of fate giving her a win through sheer luck. As much as it simultaneously galled her and made her heart swell with pride, she doubted she could have even done it in her prime. Of course, that was to be expected, given Kim’s nature and the training Lynn was now certain she was receiving.

Stepping back from their latest exchange, Lynn raised her right palm in a gesture of peace. “That’s… that’s enough… for today… Kimberly Ann. I think… I think we both… know that.”

“Are you all right Nana?” Kim’s sudden concern was evident in her voice.

“Oh, yes dear. I just… need to… catch my breath.” Lynn lied as she fought to ignore the variety of burning aches throbbing through her bones, accompanied by sharp, searing jabs of agony from several of her joints. As a wave of lightheaded dizziness swept through her, bringing with it little silvery black spots swimming through her vision, she added; “Though I do… believe I should… have a seat.”

Kim immediately moved to help Lynn over to the nearest park bench, and as the old woman sat down with more difficulty than she let show, she was grateful no one else was in the park with them—she would have imagined they were watching her with knowing eyes for certain if there had been.

“Could you be a dear and… get me my bag Kimberly Ann?”

“Sure.” Kim sprinted off to get Lynn’s wicker bag from where it sat beneath the tree, grabbing her shoes at the same time, and Lynn concentrated on her breathing and trying to relax her aching body in the brief time Kim was gone.

“Here you go Nana.”

Lynn opened her eyes at Kim’s voice and smiled, taking the proffered bag from her. “Thank you dear.”

As Kim sat down next to her, Lynn got out the bottled water from her bag before setting it down to one side of the bench. After handing Kim her bottle, Lynn fumbled with the top of hers for several moments before she finally got it open. As she did, it took everything she had to keep from crying over both the pain in her hands and the sense of hopelessness that swept through her; she was just getting so old now.

Lynn knew most of what she was feeling was a result of physiological reactions to the pain she was in, as well as the adrenalin and endorphin crash after her long period of exertion, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. Even so, she knew she had to throw off the bleak, hollow feeling as quickly as she could. She had things she needed to do.

While Lynn grappled with her demons, Kim was doing the same with her own, though to a far, far lesser extent. She was concerned she’d let her competitive nature get the better of her again, and pushed her Nana past the old woman’s capacity to endure. On top of that was her melancholy over knowing her Nana really was old. Still, as she watched Lynn intently out of the corner of her eye and saw that she appeared to be rapidly recovering, Kim was able to begin dismissing most of those feelings as unwarranted. When Lynn spoke to her a minute or two later, her voice now approaching its normal cadence, it was the final reassurance Kim needed to believe she’d been wrong about what she thought she’d done.

“Well, I must say that you’ve improved remarkably since we sparred last year Kimberly Ann.” Lynn took another drink of water before continuing. “It’s really quite extraordinary how far you’ve come.”

“Thanks Nana.” Kim smiled at the praise, appreciation plain in her voice.

“I am rather surprised though. You didn’t seem very much different from your usual self when I saw you at Christmas. Have you been training for very long dear?” Lynn paused, looking over to Kim before adding; “I would have thought that with all the extra work you’ve been doing you wouldn’t have time for anything like that.”

Lynn’s questions gave Kim pause for several moments, wondering how she knew what she did, until she realized the obvious; Nana called the family regularly, and vice versa, so of course she knew about Kim’s “job” with Corscan, and there was no other way that Kim could have improved her fighting ability without training—well, no normal way at least; Kim supposed there was probably some kind of mystical artifact or high-tech solution out there somewhere that could have accomplished the same result, but most people wouldn’t consider something like that, let alone come up with it as a first option.

Of course, even figuring that out, Kim was still given pause by how exactly to respond. She hadn’t been lying to Shego when she said she didn’t like lying to her family, and that she intended to do so as little as possible if she could help it. For a long moment Kim struggled with a sudden impulse to tell Nana the whole truth, and then, unexpectedly, gave in to it, at least to some degree.

“Well,” Kim’s voice was hesitant, “just between the two of us Nana, Corscan was teaching me a lot of… other, things, outside of just business.” Which was true, given a considerable amount of the things Kim had learned could be—and were regularly—applied to business dealings.

“Oh really dear?”

“Yeah, I learned a whole bunch of different things from her, and one of the things we’d do is train every day I was down there. She really helped me improve my fighting skills and conditioning a lot with that training.”

“Oh my… but, are you not doing that any more dear? By the way you’re talking about it, it sounds like you’ve stopped. Did something happen?”

“Oh, ahhh, no, not really.” Kim was taken aback by Lynn’s unexpected insight, and had to mentally scramble for a response. “Corscan had some things she had to take care of, so she had to go away for an extended period. I’m not sure what’s going to happen when she returns, but for now at least, I’m on my own.”

“I see. And have you enjoyed the time you’ve spent with Corscan?”

Despite everything that was going on, Kim couldn’t help but smile as she answered; “Yeah, actually I have for the most part. I mean, there’ve been a few times when it wasn’t the greatest, and a lot of it was hard work, but overall I’m really glad it all happened.” It wasn’t until several moments later that Kim thought to wonder about Nana calling Corscan by her first name. It wasn’t like her to be so familiar about someone she didn’t know.

As Kim pondered the oddity, Lynn sat back and breathed deeply a few times, seemingly collecting her thoughts. A moment later she said; “Well, I’m glad for you then. I certainly remember the first time I went out into the world on my own, so very long ago, seeing all sorts of new things and experiencing new ideas and new possibilities. Of course, it was a lot harder for a young lady to make her own way back in my day…” Lynn paused for a moment, and then continued; “A lot of people didn’t think it was proper for a girl to be out on her own, doing the things she wanted to, getting all sorts of… ideas, about things. But of course, thanks to the war, things could never go back to the way they were.”

“The war?” Kim didn’t understand what World War Two had to do with the things Nana was talking about.

“Oh yes dear, it was the war more than anything else that changed the way things were for women in this country, though it would be a long, long time before those seeds grew fruit.” Lynn smiled at Kim. “You see dear, when all our young boys and men went off to join the Army or the Navy, or were drafted, as the case may be, they needed anyone who could do the jobs they left behind to do them, no matter who they were, in order to keep everything running. On top of that were all the new jobs producing munitions and equipment for the military that needed to be filled. That meant that a lot of women ended up doing many things they never would have done before, let alone even considered doing—and honestly, even been permitted to do by society back then. When our boys came back after the war, they—and a lot of women as well—expected everything to go back to the way it was, but it was far too late for that. The genie was already out of the bottle, and there was no putting it back. Women knew how much they were capable of now, and although many of them were more than willing to set all that aside for the familiarity and comfort of the way things were, many more weren’t. We knew our worth, and we weren’t going to sell ourselves short any more.”

Lynn smiled wistfully, reminiscing. After a few moments she finally finished; “As I said though, it took a long time for things to really change because of all that, and it was hard going along the way, but in the end change they did.”

Kim smiled back, but a moment later that smile quickly fell as Lynn’s expression sobered and she continued in an unexpected direction. “Of course, I don’t think I need to tell you about hard times, do I?” At Kim’s confused look Lynn elaborated; “I’ve heard you’ve been having some problems with your parents lately, haven’t you Kimberly Ann?”

“Oh, ahhh, well…” Kim was at a loss for words as embarrassment, guilt, and a host of other feelings welled up inside her, clouding her mind, coloring her cheeks, and tying her tongue.

“Now now, there’s no need to be ashamed dear; your father did the same sort of things at your age. So did I for that matter—far more so than you’ve been doing from what I’ve heard. Most all young people do to some extent or other.” For an instant, Kim was seized by a wild flight of fancy that Nana was referring to same-sex relationships, and the irrational thought simultaneously scared and disoriented her so much—as well as repulsing her just a little—that she had trouble following the rest of what Lynn was saying. “However, it’s been my experience that if they weren’t already going through that kind of confrontational, changing relationship with their parents, then there’s usually a reason for it coming on suddenly.”

Lynn made Kim squirm under a seemingly knowing, appraising gaze, even as the redhead tried desperately to calm her crazed imagination. It was a relief when she continued a moment later; “In your case Kimberly Ann, knowing the kind of girl you are, I would have to think that it’s none of the usual trouble youngsters your age encounter, so I’d have to say that it has something to do with the things you’ve been exposed to while you’ve been with Corscan.”

“Well… yeah, kinda. I guess…” Kim stammered, the wheels of her mind still spinning without traction.

“It’s all right dear, I understand, believe me. You can’t help but be influenced by the people you grow close to when you’re off on your own, and I’m sure Corscan offers a considerably… different, view of many things than you’re used to, am I right?”

“Yeah… you could say that.” Kim responded uncomfortably. She was finally starting to catch up to what was going on, and she was more than a little disturbed by the understanding her Nana was showing—or rather, how eerily close to the truth she sounded like she was coming. Frankly Kim would have preferred the old overprotective, overbearing version of Nana from last summer, because despite having to endure that dismissive, know-it-all attitude, at least Lynn wouldn’t have been saying such disturbing things like she was, however unintentional it might have been.

Lynn nodded in understanding, smiling encouragingly as she asked; “Would you like to tell me about her then?”

“I guess…”

With that, Kim was reluctantly drawn into what seemed like the longest, most nerve-wracking conversation she’d ever had in her entire life. It wasn’t that she couldn’t talk about Corscan, but rather she had to watch everything she said to make sure she wasn’t saying too much. The fact that she still had considerable… enthusiasm, for all the things she’d done with the big woman made the topic of her a minefield of events and opinions and feelings that she wanted to talk about, but couldn’t, given they risked revealing more about their relationship than was safe. That meant she had to double or sometimes even triple check everything that came out of her mouth before she said it, just to be sure that not only wasn’t it one of those things, but also that it wasn’t something bordering those things that would raise questions which couldn’t be answered without revealing them as well.

Eventually though, with an effort that left her literally sweating from the stress, Kim managed to detail enough of her time with Corscan, the kind of person she was, and what she thought about her that Nana seemed satisfied.

“Well, you certainly paint an interesting picture of her dear. Though I must say I find it surprising that you’ve had such… confrontational, exchanges with her. Most young women wouldn’t think of doing such a thing with someone in a position of authority over them—at least, proper young ladies that is, which you’ve always been Kimberly Ann, so polite and well mannered despite all the other unusual things you do.”

Kim couldn’t help laughing considerably over that, both because of her pent-up tension and because of how utterly ridiculous it sounded hearing Corscan described as having “authority” over her. She still might not be entirely sure what their relationship (had?) consisted of, but it most definitely did not follow that particular dynamic.

“Ahhhh, thaaaat’s not exactly how things were between us Nana.” Kim grinned broadly, still chuckling a little as she set her Nana straight.

Lynn scrutinized Kim with a strangely intent and… considering, stare for several long moments, slowly but surely diminishing Kim’s amusement as it dragged on, before she finally assumed a puzzled expression and responded; “But… isn’t she the head of the company dear? And weren’t you working directly under her?”

Even with her dampened mirth, Kim snorted a little at the phrase “working under her,” and she had to school her tone and expression as she answered; “Well, yeah, technically… but that was really more on paper than anything else.” Kim smiled. “Our relationship was a lot more… casual, than anything like that.” At Lynn’s expression she quickly elaborated; “Only because that’s the way she wanted it Nana! Corscan’s not really one for… propriety, so to speak.” A moment later Kim felt moved to further clarify; “Well, at least in most situations, and with most people. There certainly were a few times when she demanded and projected a very strict sense of decorum…”

“I see…” Once more Lynn assumed a very considering expression as she looked at Kim, nearly making the girl’s teeth itch and her skin crawl as it went on and on.

Eventually, Lynn’s countenance shifted to one of careful neutrality—though Kim thought she detected just a hint of… something, in her eyes that she couldn’t quite decipher—and in a very cautious tone she ventured; “You know Kimberly Ann, sometimes… sometimes when there’s conflict between parents and children when they first start to get out on their own and make their own way, the reasons aren’t always the obvious ones. That’s because sometimes, when a young person really gets out into the world for the first time and they’re exposed to all those new ideas and mores that differ from what they’re used to, they find out things about themselves that they never would have expected. And when that happens, sometimes what they discover makes them very afraid of what their friends and family might think now that they’ve changed, how they might feel with them becoming different than they used to be. That anxiety can express itself in a lot of different ways, and conflict is one of them—especially because not understanding the source of the problem makes the people they’re close to so much more confused over the conflict, and so much more likely to respond in kind because of that.”

“Tell me Kimberly Ann,” Lynn asked softly, “is there anything like that going on with you? Is there anything you’d like to tell me that you feel you can’t talk to your parents about? I promise it’ll stay just between the two of us no matter what it might be…”

Kim couldn’t breathe; cold, clammy dread was coiling through her and constricting her chest. Her stomach clenched in queasy knots and she thought she was going to be sick. She felt surreally lightheaded and dizzy as the world seemed to sway and swim around her. Her thoughts came in a mad, disjoined, frantic rush.

Oh god she knows! She can’t know! Fuuuuck! No, no, of course she can’t! Of course she does; they all know; they know! Help! Oh god, oh god, what am I gonna do? Breathe! Just breathe! It’s Nana; there’s no way she could think of that! It can’t be what I think it is! Don’t throw up—don’t! You can’t say anything you dumb fuck; your life will be over! How can’t she know? Shit! Run! She can’t; it’s just your imagination you stupid bitch! Can’t pass out! I can finally stop hiding from them… God no—no! It has to be a mistake! It’s not that; gotta be something else, right? Right? You’re fucked… fucked! How can she know? She can’t, she can’t!

Even though she felt like someone had hit her between the eyes with a sledgehammer, while at the same time trying to simultaneously open and close a beach umbrella in her tummy, Kim managed to maintain a somewhat composed façade as she struggled with the crazed dread and anxiety boiling through her head. Had she been in her right mind, she might have been thankful her light tan more or less hid the fact that the blood had drained from her face—despite the incongruity of her pulse hammering in her ears so loudly it almost drowned out the other sounds around her.

After what seemed like a hellish eternity of torment, each second passing with a glacial slowness that made them feel like hours, Kim managed to fight her way out of the morass of her panicked thoughts, latching onto a single lifeline of driving inclination above all the others, as much out of fervent denial as any sense of logical deduction; that there was no way her Nana could possibly know what it sounded like she knew—there just wasn’t! It had to be her imagination; there was no other explanation. The only thing that made sense was that she’d panicked over an assumption spawned by her inner fears as opposed to the truth. Certainly Nana was likely thinking she might be doing something inappropriate, like partying or even having sex, but it was only coincidence that the way she’d expressed that concern could be taken so as to hit so very close to the truth, and her panic was unfounded. She’d jumped to a conclusion and subsequently freaked out before her mind could catch up, but now that it had, she was sure it couldn’t be what she’d thought in that initial moment of unthinking of panic.

As she finally regained control of herself—more or less—Kim drew upon every ounce of self-control she possessed, along with every applicable social skill she’d picked up in the last four months, forcing herself to smile and respond to Lynn in a calm, natural manner—though admittedly, both smile and tone were a little bit shaky, despite her efforts to the contrary.

“Well, I’m not completely sure what you’re talking about Nana, but there’s nothing like that I can think of that I could tell you about, sorry.” Which was actually a truthful statement; as far as Kim was concerned, she couldn’t tell anyone else about her… situation, yet. It simply wasn’t an option.

“Are you sure about that dear?” Lynn pressed the question with a gentle yet unmistakable insistence.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” After a second’s pause, Kim made a point of looking around before venturing; “Shouldn’t we start heading back now? I’d like to get cleaned up and changed before everyone gets back; you really gave me a good workout Nana.”

That Kim was uncomfortable came through slightly more in this denial, and her subsequent—and somewhat clumsy—attempt to dismiss further inquires by changing the subject.

After a moment that Kim could swear was longer than it should have been, and with an unnervingly measuring gaze, Lynn finally replied; “All right Kimberly Ann… let’s head back then.”

The brief pause made it nearly impossible for Kim to tell if Lynn’s acquiescence was really in reference to her suggestion, or rather a seemingly reluctant acceptance of her denial. Nonetheless, Kim acted as if it were face value, getting up and then helping Nana to her feet a moment later, when she seemed to have difficulty standing.

“My, it looks like you took more out of me than I thought Kimberly.” Lynn smiled.

Kim absently nodded, her own troubled thoughts distracting her from her previous concern over Lynn’s apparent less-than-energetic condition, though she still had the consideration to pick up Lynn’s wicker bag for her, rather than let the old woman go to the trouble of bending down to get it herself.

On the way back to Lynn’s, Kim did her best to avoid talking, still feeling considerably disturbed by what had happened. Despite her self-assurances that she’d only imagined what she thought she’d heard, and as much as she tried to put it all out of her head, Kim’s insecurities kept coming back to it, whispering insidious doubts that her first panicked instinct had been right. That somehow, her Nana knew, as impossible as that was. Despite trying to ignore them as best she could, those doubtful whispers colored Kim’s interpretation of every look her Nana gave her, every gesture she made, and everything she said. The distraction of the anxiety caused by all that second-guessing—along with the uneasiness it brought—certainly disinclined Kim to further discussion with her Nana.

Once back, showering and getting ready for the barbecue gave Kim plenty of pretexts to avoid Nana, which she used to full effect, finding all sorts of delays and things she had to do that kept her busy until thankfully, her parents and brothers returned from the day’s excursion, adding even more bustle with which to shield herself from Nana with. A half-hour later, Ron’s arrival gave her further excuse to avoid Lynn.

“Hey Ron, what’s up? Where are the girls?”

At the apt question, given his solitary state, Ron’s usual placid expression twisted with a momentary scowl of disgust, and he sullenly answered; “Turns out they both have boyfriends… Boyfriends they’ve got plans with tonight, of course…”

Kim winced. “Oh. Sorry…” After a moment’s pause she added; “So I guess that’s the end of your ‘coaching’ career then.”

Ron’s expression shifted to confusion, one eyebrow raised quizzically. “Why’s that?”

“What’s the point?” Kim’s tone was equally puzzled in her response.

“Ahhh… two phenomenal hotties in nearly nonexistent training suits asking me to watch them up close and personal while they strain and stretch and bend into all sorts of interesting positions?” Ron’s eyebrow remained raised as he made the self-evident statement—at least as far as he was concerned.

Kim snorted and grinned wryly, shaking her head gently. “Touché, ‘coach’. Looks like I missed the obvious this time ‘round.”

Ron grinned back, and the pair continued talking even as they helped with setting up everything needed for the coming barbecue. It wasn’t until much later in the evening, after the family finished a highly enjoyable dinner and everyone was preparing for sunset and the coming fireworks display, that Ron encountered his second unpleasant experience of the day—this one far more so than merely having his hopes for the evening dashed.

He’d just finished toting the small bag of garbage the activities had produced in the way of paper plates and plastic utensils and whatnot to the front side of Chez Leisure, where the garbage bins were, when he turned around, dusting off his hands, only to find Nana Possible standing nearly right on top of him, her approach having been silent as a ghost.

Ron gave an inarticulate cry of surprise and jerked back a step, startled, which in turn prompted a very slight start from Lynn, along with a contrite; “Oh dear, did I startle you? I’m sorry…”

“Ah, no, not really…” Ron self-consciously stammered, one hand on his chest as he slowly recovered his normal heart rate and breathing. A moment later he reluctantly added; “Well, maybe just a little… you sure are light on your feet there Nana P.”

“Yes, well, I suppose it must be my shoes.” Lynn referred to the soft gum-soled shoes covering her feet.

“Must be.” Ron grinned affably. A second later his expression shifted to one of slight curiosity. “So ahhh, is there something you wanted?”

“Actually yes Ronald. I was wondering if I could have a few words with you.” Lynn’s voice was genial, but her eyes carried an unusual sharpness to them.

“Sure, no problem.” Ron fell in alongside Lynn as they started heading back to the beach. “Wha’d’you wanna talk about Nana P?”

“You’ve been Kimberly Ann’s best friend for a long time now, haven’t you?”

“Sure thing! Best friends since pre-K!” Ron grinned broadly with his energetic response.

“And I’m sure you talk about all sorts of things, don’t you?”

“Oh sure, we talk about everything from school to crazy world-conquering super villain types.”

“Then, might you happen to have any ideas as to what’s been troubling her so much over the last few months?”

This time Ron couldn’t help noticing the edge in Lynn’s voice, and that threw him as much as the question itself.

“Ahhh, trouble? I don’t know anything about any trouble, sorry…” Ron answered just a bit too hastily.

“Now Ronald, we both know very well that that’s not true. There’s no way you couldn’t have noticed the difficulties Kimberly Ann’s been having with her parents lately. As her best friend you must know something.”

“Oh, yeah, that.” Ron laughed nervously, while inside his panicked thoughts raced at a frenzied pace.

Oh geeze, don’t panic! Don’t panic! You knew something like this was gonna happen sometime! Gotta keep your wits about you; can’t screw up and blab Kim’s secret… errr, secrets… whatever! Aaaaah! Come on, get a hold of yourself man! And for the love of all that is holy say something already! Aaaaaahhh!

Hoping he’d maintained at least a somewhat passable façade of composure in spite of his borderline meltdown—though he knew the silence stemming from it was too long to be anything other than suspicious—Ron finally rallied his courage and self-control enough to continue.

“Well, I guess I might have noticed a little drama here and there, but I can’t say I know anything in particular about the why of it. I mean, other than the usual stuff… heh heh. You know those teenage girls, always acting crazy for some reason or other… and cheerleaders are even worse for the drama… not that Kim’s big into drama—or girls even! Not that I’m saying that girls are crazier than boys at that age—our age!—either… I mean, what with the equality and whatnot… it not like you’re any more emotional or moody or—they! I mean it’s not like they’re any more—”

Realizing he was on the verge of babbling, Ron’s teeth clicked together sharply as he forced himself to shut up and concentrate on his breathing instead, which was decidedly more rapid than usual. After a few moments he felt obligated to conclude; “I’m just going to stop talking now.”

Once she was certain nothing more was truly forthcoming from Ron, Lynn eyed him with a long, appraising stare as they slowly walked through the growing twilight. After an unsettlingly long time for the teenager, she finally spoke again.

“So you’re certain you don’t know anything that might help explain her recent behavior then?”

“Nope, not a clue Nana P, sorry.” Ron lied through his teeth blithely.

After another, much shorter pause, Lynn spoke in an uncompromising, controlled tone as she carefully said; “You know Ronald, loyalty is an admirable trait under most circumstances, and I understand not wanting to betray a confidence, but sometimes upholding those ideals can be… misguided. Sometimes, as much as it might pain us to do so, the right thing to do for the sake of those we care about is to tell others about their troubles, so they can get the help they really need.” Lynn’s piercing green eyes sliced into Ron from behind her square-rimmed spectacles as she stared at him with a sharp intensity. “Tell me Ronald, do you think you know the difference between those two situations?”

It took several moments before Ron could force himself to swallow noticeably under that stare, and he tugged at the collar of his t-shirt nervously as he answered; “Y-yeah, I’m pretty sure I d-do.”

“Then are you sure there isn’t anything you might want to tell me regarding Kimberly Ann? Any serious changes in her life she might have told you about?”

Holy crap, she knows! The sudden, inexplicable, yet complete certainty burst in Ron’s head like a supernova. For a seeming eternity Ron was clutched by a nearly overwhelming sense of panic, and it was all he could do to keep walking silently alongside Lynn while his every instinct screamed at him to freak out into total meltdown mode. Eventually though, the surreally long, torturous moment broke with a sudden realization.

Wait a minute, she can’t know. I mean, this is Kim’s Nana for heck’s sakes; she’s a little old lady living in a retirement community in Florida. Just imagining things, that’s all. Overreacting like Kim’s always riding me for… yeah, yeah, that’s it! She’s just being overprotective like last time, just trying to find out if something’s wrong with Kim or not. She doesn’t have a clue what’s really going on, she’s just digging for anything she can get. Just keep it together and keep your mouth shut and everything’ll be fine! Can’t let Kim down; she trusted you with this!

“Sorry Nana P… I’d like to be able to tell you I know something, I really would, but I can honestly say that I don’t know anything I can tell you about that might have something to do with what’s going on with Kim. I’m sure I don’t know anything more than other people do, so I really can’t help, sorry.”

Ron was rather pleased with himself over the fact that nothing he’d said was technically a lie; if there wasn’t such a stupidly crazy amount of study and work involved, he could probably be a pretty good lawyer. That certain sense of smugness failed to really shield him much from the uncomfortable silence that descended after Lynn’s coolly displeased “I see” though, and it was not without a considerable sense of relief that Ron breathed a quiet sigh when the rest of the Possible family came into view. As soon as was tactful, Ron broke away from Lynn and went over to Kim, hanging out with her while covertly keeping an eye on the old woman, intending to keep his distance from her as much as possible.

Ron managed to succeed with that intention as well as he was able, given the circumstances, until he finally got the opportunity to talk to Kim away from the others, hanging back with her while everyone else headed down to one of the official fire-pit areas along the beach, where they intended to watch the fireworks display.

“What’s up Ron?” Kim asked, having noticed the peculiar way he’d been acting since his return—it was kind of hard to miss given his proximity and her familiarity with his moods.

Despite knowing everyone else was somewhere up ahead of them, Ron looked around every which way before quietly saying; “Something’s up with your Nana, Kim.”

Kim had almost managed to put what happened with Nana earlier out of her head until Ron’s words brought it all back to her, and for the second time today, Kim felt a wave of paranoid apprehension well up in her.

“What do you mean Ron?”

“Well, first she ninja’d up on me from out of nowhere while I was over at the garbage bins, and then on the way back, she went all Horatio Cane on me trying to see if I knew anything about what’s been going on with you lately.”

Kim didn’t catch the reference to CSI Miami, but she got the gist of it from Ron’s tone. It didn’t exactly help her to relax.

“What did she say?”

“Nothing specific, though for a second there I could almost swear she knew about…” Ron looked around again before he all-but-whispered; “You know, your ‘situation’.” Returning to his previous low tones, he continued; “But it was just my imagination. Probably because of the hardcore way she was trying to get me to spill anything I knew. That Nana P sure doesn’t pull any punches; she was scary-serious about getting what she wanted—now I know where your dad gets it.” Ron shivered slightly.

Kim shook her head slowly. “Yeah, I thought the same thing when she tried to get me to talk earlier today too. I think she’s just worried about everything that’s been happening at home lately, but I gotta say it really freaked me out when she first started asking. It’s creepy how close those kinds of questions sound when they come right out of the blue like that.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Ron muttered in dry agreement.

“So, you didn’t say anything, did you?”

“Now Kim, would I do that?” At Kim’s pointed stare over his flip remark, Ron gave an irritated frown and clarified in a disgusted grumble; “All right, past performances notwithstanding, you’ll be happy to know that I kept my mouth shut just fine, thank you very much.”

“Sorry.” Kim reached out and gave Ron’s arm a squeeze. “Thanks Ron.”

“No problem KP.” Ron sighed. “But it’s gonna be a long hard day if she keeps it up through tomorrow, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, it’s not like Nana’s one to just let things go… Oh well, if we can deal with world-conquering super villains, I’m sure we can handle a few more days with my Nana.” Kim joked, trying to raise both her own and Ron’s spirits.

The rest of the night passed without further incident for the pair. It was even enjoyable, despite the occasional uneasiness Lynn’s presence, the odd look here and there, and certain comments she made—comments that might have held allusions, depending on how they were taken—elicited. Everyone watched the elaborate fireworks display put on by the city, and then, after Jim and Tim spent about a half-hour setting it up under their father’s watchful eye, they watched the twins’ own private—and technically illegal—display, which came disturbingly close to being as complex and impressive as the city’s.

After that, the family made s’mores and roasted hotdogs and marshmallows over an open fire for an hour or so, until everyone but Kim and Ron started getting sleepy. From there, the rest of the family retired to Nana’s while the two teens took to the boardwalk, seeking a few more hours of fun with the various games and rides offered, completely carefree and relaxed now that they were away from everyone else.

Eventually though, even their energy lagged, and the pair found themselves heading back to Nana’s as well, slipping in quietly and getting cleaned up and changed as unobtrusively as they could before heading directly to bed.

Despite the active day she’d had, Kim slept poorly, her rest disturbed by troubling dreams that kept her on the verge of waking all through the night. Dreams that, despite their disruption of her slumber, she couldn’t quite recall the details of when she finally awoke the next morning, later than usual, feeling run-down and, to her frustrated dismay, fairly horny, in spite of her efforts to alleviate that particular problem yesterday.

There wasn’t much she could do about that predicament either, given the close proximity of her family and the general lack of privacy, but at least she understood the underlying cause of it. Aside from the fact that it had been nearly a week-and-a-half since she’d had sex with anyone other than herself—which admittedly sounded pretty bad, until you took into account the fact that she was suddenly going cold turkey from regular, and fairly intense, sexual activity—there was also all the stress she was dealing with, of which her Nana’s good-intentioned yet unappreciated prying had contributed to considerably. Or rather, it was that Kim had gotten used to having her stress-related tension relieved by the remarkable relaxation four or five consecutive orgasms could provide. Thus, as the stress grew, so too did her craving for a release she just wasn’t getting.

Not that that understanding helped her very much. Just because she knew why it was happening didn’t make it any less frustrating, nor did it stop the vicious circle that was forming as her stress fed her urges, which in turn increased her stress, as her inability to satisfy those urges aggravated her to no end.

Over the next two days, the tension Kim was feeling slowly but steadily increased, with little way for her to vent it. The only thing she really had going for her was her morning workouts and a couple of hours away from her family each day, though she did manage to get some added relief in the form of a five-hour mission to help some oceanographers retrieve a sample of rare coral from a shark-infested reef, a long phone call with Monique, and a shorter one with Shego, in which they touched bases about their continued lack of progress involving Corscan, as well as making some small-talk skirting around Shego’s proposition, which Kim still hadn’t even started thinking about seriously yet.

Working against her was, of course, the aforementioned vicious circle, her growing sense of guilt over continuing to put off thinking about Shego’s proposal, such as it was, and that despite what she’d said to Ron, being around her Nana was starting to make Kim as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Lynn had managed to corner Kim twice more while she was away from the rest of the family, and both times the conversation had gone places Kim would have preferred it hadn’t, leaving her increasingly frazzled over deflecting and dodging Nana’s eerily—if coincidentally—on-the-mark questions and suspicions.

All these things together more or less sucked any fun out of what might have otherwise been an enjoyable time for Kim. On top of that, Kim knew she was staring down the barrel of yet another day-and-a-half trapped in a minivan with her family starting at noon tomorrow, when they were scheduled to leave for home. Thus it was that after supper on the last night, Ron found Kim in her room putting the finishing touches on an outfit that, although less… extreme, than some of the things she’d been wearing lately, wasn’t something you’d normally put on if you were just going out and about.

“Hey, what’s up KP?”

Kim looked over her shoulder as she gave her purple thong a last adjustment, ensuring it was properly riding her hips above the waistline of her loose, faded, raggedy-edged denim miniskirt, then tossed her head in the direction of the door. The rest of the family was going out for a walk, but they still hadn’t left yet; Kim could hear them in the living room. Once Ron pushed it closed, she replied; “I’m going out to a club to blow off some steam before we leave tomorrow; if I don’t I’ll blow sky-high on the trip home guaranteed.”

“Oh sweet! Just gimme a minute to get ready and I’ll go with you…” Ron grinned, but before he could do more than turn toward the door, Kim gave a soft snort and smiled herself as she said; “Ahhh, that’s not going to work Ron.”

“Hunh? Why not?” Ron turned back to face Kim and paused for a moment, watching her reflection in the mirror. Or rather, watching how her reaching up to do her hair raised the short, snug, powder-blue cutoff top she was wearing high enough to reveal the exquisitely curvy undersides of her pert little breasts—she might be his best friend and totally into girls, but that didn’t stop him from appreciating such a smokin’ hot sight. Despite the preoccupation, he still caught Kim’s response though.

“You’ve got the wrong equipment to go where I’m going.” Kim smirked as she finished up the first of the five high ponytails she was crowning the back of her head with.

“Equipment?” Both Ron’s face and tone were screwed up with total confusion. “What kind of club do you need equipment to get into?”

Kim rolled her eyes slightly and half-turned, one eyebrow raised and still smirking as she raised her right forearm so she could bob her hand up and down, stabbing her index finger in the direction of Ron’s crotch a few times.

“Oh… Oh. Oooooooh.” Ron’s eyes widened in surprise as he finally got the point, and he blushed ever so faintly, looking mildly embarrassed over his initial failure to do so. “So you’re going to one of those clubs, gotcha. M’yeah, that probably wouldn’t fly too well then.” After a moment of silence, his expression shifted to puzzlement again. “Hey, wait a minute, how exactly are you getting into a club anyway?”

“Fake ID?” Kim’s matter-of-fact answer came with a raised eyebrow as she did up the final ponytail in her hair tightly.

“Fake ID? Where’d you get fake ID?”

“Same place you got yours?” Kim’s tone was dry, carrying just a hint of irritation.

“Oh, yeah…” A second later Ron’s brow furrowed. “Hold on; how come you get to use your fake ID to get into clubs and I don’t? You only let me use mine on missions.”

Kim turned to Ron. “Can you honestly tell me that you wouldn’t ever do anything at a club you shouldn’t be doing if I did let you use it? ‘Cause all I’m going to be doing is dancing, no matter who asks me to do what or how…”

Ron took a breath and opened his mouth, but instead of speaking, he closed it again with a faint sigh. A moment later he grumbled; “Ok, ok, fine. I guess you’ve got a point there. But still, it’s not really fair…”

“Yeah, well, life sucks and then you die…” Kim responded idly as she put on her makeup—soft pink lipstick and eyeshadow. After she was done, Kim turned to find Ron sitting on the bed with an irritated look plastered across his face. Shaking her head slightly, Kim grinned wryly as she demanded; “Gimme your Kimmunicator for a second…”

Puzzlement joined irritation on Ron’s face, but he dug out his Kimmunicator and handed it over to Kim without argument. After a minute or two fiddling around with it, Kim handed the device back to Ron, who, after a few moments working it out, recognized a local area map displayed on the small screen. One that had three locations marked with glowing red dots.

“What’s this for?”

“To find your way around to the three hottest youth clubs in the area. The ones I talked to all the locals to find out about.” Kim gave Ron a look at his surprised expression. “What, you honestly thought I was just going to ditch you with nothing to do while I went off and had my fun?” Kim didn’t give Ron a chance to answer as she continued speaking while putting on her shoes. “Now come on, we’ve got to get out of here before everyone comes back from their walk; hurry up and get ready!”

Ron scrambled to get changed, and less than seven minutes later the two teens managed to get out of Chez Leisure just before the rest of the Possible family returned, leaving behind a note to explain their absence for the evening. Once they were away from the retirement community, the pair rented scooters from a local shop and bid each other good luck and goodbye for the night before going their separate ways.

A little less than three-quarters of an hour later, Kim had parked her scooter near the club and walked over to wait in line under a big neon sign on the front wall, its mixture of light and dark blue lines outlining the reclining silhouette of a curvy cat-woman above flowing, sinuous letters that proclaimed The Sapphire Kitty.

Fortunately for Kim, she didn’t have to wait in line very long. Between her looks and the fact that it was a little early for the club scene, the bouncers waved her in fairly quickly. Once inside, she saw that the place was just starting to fill up, so she went to the bar and got herself a virgin Pina Colada before wandering around for a while, soaking in the atmosphere and trying to relax.

Eventually though, a fair number of women finally started gathering on the dance floor, and Kim headed out onto it to throw herself into the mindless indulgence of pounding music, flashing lights, and raw, sensual physicality she sought—or at least, a somewhat more tame imitation of the physical activity she really wanted.

Kim had come a long way from the night she danced with Corscan in Hawaii, and with the unfettered carnality and unmatched skill of her dancing, coupled with her young, tight, hardbody looks, she didn’t want for lack of dance partners. Over the next two hours Kim worked her way through dozens of women, sometimes two or three at a time, as they came and went, content to dance “alone” with the growing crowd or with others as the case might be.

After her third break and some small talk with a few of her admirers over a couple of Virgin Marys, Kim returned to the now fairly packed dance floor for the next round of fun, only to find herself unexpectedly distracted. As she danced, she spotted a flash of something oddly familiar on the edge of her vision. It came again a few moments later, through a momentary break in the crowd, teasing her with its familiarity even as it vanished again.

The flashes and glimpses came more often as the source circled her, slowly drawing closer. A wave of hair, a swaying, long-fingered hand raised above the crowd, a dark, exotic eye gazing into hers with an electric spark of connection for the instant it was visible, the curve of a sensuous hip, a flicker of pale, toned flesh…

As Kim became more and more focused on tracking the teasingly familiar flickers of recognition, she shook her head in denial of the conclusion her dance-fevered imagination jumped too. It couldn’t be what she thought it was. It had to be wishful thinking or fantasy brought on by her excited state… It just couldn’t be—and then she turned around and there she was, standing in front of her as large as life…

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