Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School – Chapter 7

Packing it Up

Best Fare Air Flight 873 now landing.

Rons phone called to him as soon as the jet came to a stop. He pulled it out to read the text message.

Ron:

Waiting. Mint now, 5AK CRU.

KP

The other passengers were up, collecting their carry on luggage and making their way down the aisle. Ron watched. He had had enough of searching for daylight for a while. When the line went past his seat, he got up and removed his overhead bag.

A flight attendant stood at the door, telling everyone good bye. He noticed she was Native American, but missed the quick motion that put a piece of paper into a pocket of his cargo pants. After he left, she pulled out an amulet exactly like the one he had given Kim. Her lips moved as if in prayer.

He made his way down the corridor to the airport. Luckily there were people in front of him. It kept him from running.

Ron!

Kim had not exaggerated about the kiss. She laughed as he gasped. They kissed and babbled and babbled and kissed. Older passengers passed by them, some amused, others wistful.

Ive got something for you, KP. Ron pulled a sweater out of his bag. It was brown with red lettering. My boy is Miski Man #37.

It even adds up to ten, just like you, KP.

Kim threw the sweater up on her shoulder and put her arms around Rons neck. Were you hanging around English majors?

English, history, per-med, pre-law, the whole shebang. All were Miski Men, smart enough to agree who had the most bon-diggoty girl of all.

Nice. She kissed him again. Now, if youre finished with the obvious, and very welcome, flattery, we need to get your luggage and get you homeby the scenic route, of course.

They picked up the luggage and went to the Sloth. The conversation was light until the Ron recounted the scrimmage, and the interest of a particular cheerleader.

I wonder what Maries up to. Kim frowned for a moment.

Maybe shes just sticking up for the little guy. That Vandergraft has a chip on his shoulder, Im sure his butler polishes it every morning.

Well, you just remember, Miski might have your eligibility, but I have you. They pulled up the drive way to Rons house. Kim looked at him with invitation in her eyes.

Coming, KP? Dinners ready.

Nah, you need some time with the fam. Ive got some things to do. He pulled close for a kiss. Ill see you tomorrow, Miski Man.

After he got his luggage and went to the door, she tapped the screen on her dashboard. Wade was ready.

Wade, I want everything you can get on Marie LaTreau.

Miski

The Stoppable family jumped Ron the moment he came to the door. Once hugs and kisses were done, he walked in, Hana in his arms and Rufus in his pocket.

Congratulations on making the team, Ronald. His mother smiled as they walked to the table. Im glad your coach let you come home until school starts back. I was afraid you would have to stay with the returning squad and practice.

Coach Takeshis cool. Besides, we have to learn the offense. The playbooks huge! He said that were not likely to play much this year, anyway. Were mainly a reserve for injuries, or maybe something to throw the other team off balance.

I know you often wondered, but we always meant it when we told you how proud we are of you, son. Mr. Stoppable watched Ron set Hana in her high chair. Sometimes it takes a while for a person to get the recognition they deserve.

Ron blushed. He had never been comfortable with praise. Im really looking forward to school. Wish it was closer to home.

Miskatonic is an excellent school, and you will be close to Kim. Mrs. Stoppable said as she cut up Hanas food.

Yeah, just a couple of hours. I was afraid shed be on the other side of the world. Its gonna be great to be college neighbors, even if we have to stomp them in football.

His parents grinned at the bravado. Im sure Kim might have different feelings about that. His mother smiled.

Lucky for us she cant play. I bet shed be great, like she is at everything.

Everything, Ronald? Mr. Stoppables sly look caused his wife to give him a playful swat.

Well, I, uh Everyone laughed.

While the family talked, Rufus was cleaning out his pocket. Ron had accumulated a great deal of trash. Rufus chattered to himself as he took several armfuls of candy wrappers and wadded up papers to the trash. He picked up the last rolled up piece of paper. On a whim, he rolled it open. His eyes went wide and he gasped.

The gnome knows.

Rufus jumped onto the table with the note. He gibbered as he tried to get Rons attention while the boy talked to his family. A spoon tripped him, and the naked mole rat squealed as the paper fell into the gravy boat. The soy ink was true to its environmental function, dissolving without a trace.

Miski

Thats all you have, Wade? Kim was not used to such scant information. It was as bad as the sitch with Yori.

The LaTreaus are very old money. She was born at home, tutored there until she went to high school in Delacroix. Good grades, never any problems, apparently a model student.

Yeah, a model student who sets off my weirdar.

Jealin? Wade smirked.

You bet! Kim made no effort to hide it. Something was up in Gainesville, and somethings still up. I dont like her so close to my boy.

Guess youll just have to imprint yourself on him the next three weeks. After a second, the smirk faded as the computer genius with multiple doctorates to his name blinked and belatedly realized exactly what he had just suggested.

Always the genius. Kim grinned. Three weeks is a lot of time for some serious BF programming.

Miski

Oh, man, three weeks just werent long enough.

Kim and Ron were on a blanket at Lake Middleton. The sun was setting and they would have to go home soon. Parents were more jealous of time than usual, as their children were preparing to leave for college.

I know. Kim snuggled up beside him and looked up at the darkening sky. At least the bad guys have been quiet this summer.

Everybodys got to have a little down time, you know, take a vacation. Ron put his arm around Kim. Just hope they cut us some slack for college.

Worried about adjusting? Kim turned over to face him, putting a hand on his chest. Why, Ron. Youre getting more responsible by the day.

I wont have you on hand to keep me focused.

Youll have Rufus. They laughed. If Ron was Kims side kick, then Rufus was Rons, supporting every habit, good or bad, that Ron had. Where is Rufus, anyway?

Hes packing, giving us a little more time alone.

Good naked mole rat. Kim rolled on top of Ron. Now, how about some fireworks at sunset?

Rufus entered the garage. The words on the note flashed past his eyes again. The gnome smiled blandly in its corner. The naked mole rat took a deep breath and crawled over. The gnome did nothing as he came up to it, stared into its painted eyes. He reached out and touched it. Rufus jerked his hand back in terror. As he ran, the gnome stood as motionless as ever, the light from the garage casting a large shadow behind it.

Miski

Ron stood back from the final bag, taking Hana out before closing it. He had his clothes, play book, and pictures of family and BFGF. Rufus had a small bag as well.

Dude, this is finally it. Well be going to college tomorrow! I thought this day would never come. He opened his phone and pressed one.

Hey, KP. Ready?

Almost. Kim had the closet opened, going through the secret area behind it. The battle suit was packed, along with some of the more exotic equipment. Nice of Mr. Howell to let me park the Sloth in his estate outside Cambridge. Wades had to rewire the garage, and update Mr. Howells security, but at least well have all this if we need it.

And a car! Ron enthused. Its going to be a great year, KP.

Ron, the cars for missions and emergencies. We wont be able to just jump in and drive off whenever we want to.

But we still have a car! And doesnt my KP needing her Ronshine count as an emergency?

Yes, a big one. Kim laughed at her BFBFs sense of priorities. Im so glad well be close, Ron. I never told you, but I was so worried about how wed do if I had gone off to some college overseas while you stayed in Middleton.

No need to worry now, youre a Crimson and Im a Miski Man!

Ron had to hang up or risk Hana throwing his suitcases out the window. An item in her closet caught her eye. A dvd lay in its jewel case. The familiar colors glared at her, and the words said it all.

IT BETTER BE THE END OF THE WORLD!

Theres already so much to pack, and this thing survived Dementors assault on my closet. I can keep it here. She shut the secret door, returning the disc to darkness.

Miski

The moon shone bright over Bayou LaTreau. Alligators watched moccasins swim in the dark waters amongst the cypress trees. The waters had reclaimed the cane fields that had been the familys fortune. Only the high ground of the mansion remained. The old house stood proudly; defying the changes of man and nature.

Inside was all the elegance and decadence one would expect of a gothic novel. There were the portraits whose eyes seemed to follow the guests. Furniture and decorations with just the right amount of dust and cob webs. The Paid Maids were due next week for the quarterly cleaning. No one would be there to watch them, but no one had stolen anything after that one time.

A single light was on. Marie LaTreau was in the master bedroom. Suitcases were packed and ready for the water taxi to carry them to the airport tomorrow. The room was a mix of antique furniture and posters of rock stars. A flat screen tv was suspended at the end of the huge four poster bed.

A stereo blared zydeco as Marie packed a final bag. She danced to the music, stopping from time to time to take another spoonful of Triple Chocolate Decadence. Her body seemed to glow beneath the silk night gown.

She did a quick inventory of her bag. With a nod, she went to a wall and turned a sconce. The hidden door to the servants bower opened with a click. An old bed was in a corner. Marie rolled back the cover of the secretary. She brushed away the spider web, its black occupant fleeing in terror from her hand. Something waited in a pigeon hole. Sharp teeth smiled as she took out the bundle.

Returning to the suit case, she unwrapped the object. It was a wax doll. The detail was amazing, but Marie was an artist.

I need to change your uniform, dont I? Her voice was teasing as she took a dolls comb and brushed the shock of auburn hair. Wrapping the doll up again, she placed it carefully in the suitcase.