Kim Possible Porn Story: Way Too Old School Chapter 12

12. At the Mixer of Madness. Part 3

How did this happen?

And this is us in the Andes that piece of brown leather in the alpacas mouth is whats left of Rons belt.

How did it come to this?

This is us in the Valley of the Kings. The guide told Ron he saw a scorpion on his pants leg and Ron may have freaked just a little.

Is that why hes in his underwear beating a pair of cargo pants into the sand dune with that shovel?

Funny thing, when he was digging them back out, he actually found a secret burial chamber that a team of archaeologists had spent months looking for.

How did it even enter into the realm of possibility?

Here we are inside a tent in Siberia. The zipper got stuck on Rons sleeping bag, so we shared mine until our ride picked us up.

Twenty bucks says hes not wearing any pants in this one, either.

Maxine, you shouldnt assume things like that! Right, Kim? Kim?

Well

Pay up, Mala.

It so wasnt his fault. Nobody couldve guessed that Siberian tigers love the scent of naked mole rat. It was either the pants or Rufus. He made the only choice he could.

And zee only choice that left im alone with you in your tent, sans les pantalons.

Be honest, Sugah, how did yall spend the time while you were waiting on that ride?

Hmm lets just say that lack of body heat was never an issue.

How the heck does Kim Possible have a boyfriend without the whole world knowing about it!?

Charles Holder, brother of the DIP fraternity, thought back to where exactly everything went wrong for him.

Hed made the perfect approach, the self-effacing knight in shining armor. Hed poured on the charm, kept them all smiling or laughing. Hed followed their conversation at every turn, even throwing in tidbits here and there from those fashion and gossip rags he memorized. Hed used all those pickup lines, the ones that didnt sound like lines at all, that were practically guaranteed to work on those liberated neo-feminist chicks.

Then, at what shouldve been the perfect moment, he went in for the kill. Hed made a commentary about how difficult it must be for her as a public figure, how any relationship she had could never be private with all the tabloid rags hounding her.

There were only so many ways she couldve responded to that, he reasoned, and that response was supposed to give him his game plan. Hed had a strategy for I know, its just not fair, for I wish everybody had something better to do than care about my personal life, even for it doesnt bother me, I dont really have time for a boyfriend, anyway.

What she did next, though, he had no strategy for at all.

Shed smiled, like she had some big secret. Then shed dug through her purse and to pull out some freaky looking digital wristwatch and, a few button presses later, they were looking at a holographic slide show of scenes from Kims life, from her missions as well as her private life. One thing the images all had in common, besides the redhead herself, was a scrawny guy with big ears and a mess of blond hair. Average-looking to the extreme, and in some embarrassing position more often than not, he was easily recognized as the one whod posed with Kim on the cover of that famous issue of Humans magazine a few months back. Charles had even recalled, along with Maxine and Halle, that the blond as her longtime sidekick, even if they couldnt remember his name.

Then, she dropped the metaphoric neutron bomb.

Ron and I can spend as much time together as we want, shed said, with that same smile. They never think twice about it because of Team Possible, and nobody ever suspects that hes really my boyfriend.

Even as she continued her little electronic show and tell session, hed been entirely lost in his panicked thoughts which, thankfully, he still had the presence of mind to keep from showing on his face. His plans, his entire process, hinged on the fact that she was this unattainable goddess that kept the men around her too intimidated to even think of making a move.

Now this? Sure, hed stolen a girl or twenty in his time, but those were all from his supposed friends and/or brothers. Those situations where he couldnt prove his absolute superiority, itd always been easy enough to air some dirty laundry that would drive those scorned and heartbroken girls right into his arms, for comfort or revenge. How was he supposed to one-up or badmouth a guy hed never met, especially one with the sheer testicular fortitude it had to take to follow a teenage cheerleader around the world to battle psychopaths and natural disasters? Sure she was smoking hot, but no piece of tail was worth that. Still, hed come this far, and he wasnt about to lose face in his own house. This was now a matter of personal honor.

Meanwhile, Kim was more than a little pleased with herself. Ron knew practically everyone she knew and, until recently, theyd barely ever been apart, so describing their relationship to people whod never seen it firsthand almost never came up.

It was the sort of thing the other cheerleaders would gossip about in the locker room after practice, and the perpetually boyfriend-less teen heroine would be forced to just sit and listen. Even after she and Ron had started dating, Kim had next to nothing left to say about Ron that they didnt already know from his time as the Middleton Mad Dog. Here, the fact that her longtime partner received so little attention in the press allowed her a captive audience, each one of them eager to know more about the boy that stole the famous Kim Possibles heart.

And, if she happened to say something and the girls drew their own conclusions, it wasnt her fault, right? She knew that the only things besides body heat that she and Ron had shared that time in Siberia were the tent, the sleeping bag, and a few kisses. She also knew that, compared to a lot of young women her age, she wasnt anywhere near as experienced when it came to those kinds of things. Was it so horrible to spend a few seconds basking in the oohs and catcalls of her new friends after they made the obvious assumptions?

Besides, it was only a matter of time before she would take her relationship with Ron to the next level, physically. She loved him, and she knew he loved her. It wasnt just natural, it was inevitable. She wouldnt force the issue, of course, she wasnt like that. But Ron was a guy. It was only a matter of time, really.

Sounds like you two have a lot of history, said Charles, finally recovered from the startling announcement. In fact, he sounds like prime Delta material. Whens he on campus, Ill be sure to keep an eye out for him.

Oh, he doesnt actually go to school here, Kim explained, somewhat sheepishly. She wasnt ashamed, not at all, but there was always a chance the others would think less of him for it.

Really? Charles forced his voice to a semi-neutral disappointment. That has to be tough for both of you, that kind of distance.

Its no big, she said, sending a sympathetic glance at her new friend from Mumbai. Nowhere near as bad as Mala and her fianc?

The other girl nodded, accepting the term.

Anyway, he still managed to get into an Ivy League university here in Massachusetts, Kim continued. Hes only a few hours away up in Arkham. As soon as one of us gets a line on some reliable transportation, we could totally see each other every night if we wanted. Not that we will, well both need plenty of time to study, but its still nice to know that I can have him here if I need him.

The handsome frat boy nodded, though he was frowning on the inside. He was hoping for a few state lines between him and his current rival, but hed settle for the small victory. After all, men arent complicated. Once you let one out of the sight of the woman hes supposed to be with, hell take whatever action he can get. All Charles had to do was convince the pretty redhead of that, give her some cause to doubt that even the Kim Possible can keep a man faithful when shes not there to watch him.

WTOS

Uh Yidhra?

Hmm?

I might be wrong about this, Ron began, voice shaky. But I dont think the slow dance falls under the umbrella term of just dancing.

His lovely dancing partner giggled, both at his turn of phrase and at his nervousness, but the sound of it was slightly muffled as she pressed her lips further into the crook of his neck. She breathed a deep sigh, reveling in the way their bodies fit together perfectly as they swayed to the soft music.

You are probably right, she murmured sensuously into his skin. It would be a lie to call this just a dance.

She pulled back her head, and only her head, to look into his eyes. Sliding one arm from around his shoulder, she tenderly cupped his cheek and traced over the freckles there with the pad of her thumb.

But even so, she continued huskily. Would you really want to stop now?

Yeah, I think wed better.

Even as he gently took her hand in his to move it away from his face, he felt something like a chill pass through him when her emerald eyes widened in shock. With his other hand, he disentangled himself from her other arm and took a generous step back.

Listen, I had a really great time tonight, youre an absolutely badical dancer, he explained, quickly before she could get a word in. Maybe Im totally misreading this whole thing or probably Im totally misreading it, I dont do well with the subtle signals. All I know is that Ive got a girlfriend and, dancing like this with you, its not fair to either one of you so whats say we call it a night?

She stared at him, her expression unreadable. After a long pause, Ron was about to break the silence when corners of her mouth started to twitch. Her hand flew to her mouth just in time to muffle a very un-ladylike snort. She was laughing.

Perdneme, Ron, she said, through the last of her giggles. But, to see how nervous I made you was so very cute, I couldnt help but tease you a little.

You mean, you dont really? The Miski man had to scratch his head in confusion.

I do like you, Ron, insisted Yidhra, gently, as she took a half step in and put her hand on his arm. Very much. And not only for the way you dance, I know what you did for your friends tonight, and what youve done for the world in the past. I would hope that you like me too.

I do! said Ron, nodding frantically, I really do. If I wasnt already with Kim –

But you are, she interrupted, blunt but with a soft smile. And a few dances with some chica you just met were never going to change that. Its part of what makes you so different from the dirty Guajiros I usually find in places like this.

Different good or different weird? he asked. Ive heard it both ways.

Good and weird, the pretty girl answered with a laugh. But dont worry, I like weird.

R-right Ron stammered, his smile slightly forced. Well, Ive had enough fun for one night. I think its about time for me to be heading back. Im new in town, so Ill need a big head start to find my dorm before dawn. You understand, right? What am I saying, of course you do, here all the way from Cuba.

Say Coo-ba, Yidhra corrected. Unless you want to sound like some ignorant yuma.

Yuma, isnt that in Arizona? he wondered, to her further amusement.

Yuma Gringo… she paused, clearly searching for the English word. It means foreigner, si?

Yeah, I see, answered Ron, proving his yuma-ness again.

But you would be surprised how well I know my way around, she continued. Im practically a native. You should let me show around. Your Kim is invited too, of course.

That is one absolutely bon-diggety awesome idea. The fact that shed invited his girlfriend to come along was encouraging. It meant that she really wasnt interested in him that way or that she was a super villain in disguise and this was all a trap. Either way, familiar territory. When and where?

Instead of answering right away, she took a sashaying step back. Ron noticed the music pick up for the first time in a while, though the beat he was hearing wasnt anywhere near as distracting as the beat she was keeping with those hips. Arms drifting slowly and sinuously above her head, she turned her back to him which, incidentally, showed off something more distracting.

Ill be around, said Yidhra, looking kittenishly over her shoulder. Chao, mi Cario.

And with that, she danced her way back into the surging mass of partiers, where she was swallowed up in seconds. As noticeable as shed been before, it amazed him that she could disappear so quickly. He hadnt even had a chance to say goodbye. Then again, maybe that was for the best.

Like the man said, lead me not into temptation, I can find it just fine on my own. Maybe shed been telling the truth, teasing him because shed thought it was funny, but that wasnt a chance he felt like taking by hanging around. At least not without girlfriend supervision.

Still, he had to marvel at how mellow shed been about the whole thing. If shed been even the slightest bit interested, and hed have sworn up and down that she was, she mightve told him off for leading her on or tried to pressure him into another dance or more. And here she let it be, even offered to help the displaced Coloradoans get the lay of the land.

But then, hadnt almost the exact same thing happened with Yori? There had definitely been attraction there, on both sides, but the lovely ninja girl simply stepped aside with a smile the second Kim entered the picture. Maybe it was him, some kind of calming aura that affected gorgeous, powerful women.

Maybe he just wasnt worth the effort of getting upset.

Shaking his head, Ron pushed his way through the crowd towards one of the bigger exits. It really was time to go home. With any luck, hed find a cab or a bus line that could get him back to campus. Worst case scenario, hed just wait outside for one of his teammates to come out and bum a ride from them. Not that something like that was likely to happen anytime soon. The ones that hadnt already left were pretty well occupied with the girls theyd found and probably werent looking for a third wheel. Of course, he could always play the Designated Driver card. He was less than a dozen feet from the door when a sharp, familiar cry from the other side of the room froze him in place.

Get your hands off me! You hear me!? QNo toca nada!

Ron spun to see the crowd forming a wide circle around the commotion. There was his former dance partner staring daggers up at a pair of guys who obviously hadnt known when to say when the day they were handing out muscles. Even as she backed away, the taller one in a tight, black tank top advanced on her with his intentions clear as day on his face.

Dont be like that, baby, he said, reaching out to her again. We just wanna show you a good time. And I promise youll love every –

Yidhra knocked his hand away with a slap that echoed through the sudden quiet. The second guy, hair shaved closed to his scalp and wearing a green t-shirt touting some band Ron had never heard of, pushed his friend aside and glared.

You better show us some respect, you little wetback slut, he spat, getting into her personal space until they were almost nose to nose. Now, I hope you didnt make any plans for the rest of the night, cause youre coming with us. This can go nice, or this can go mean. Take your pick.

She gave no answer. At least none in words.

Fast as a snake striking she spun in place and let the momentum slam her elbow across his face, sending his large body staggering backwards. He clutched at his mouth, seeing blood on his hand when he lifted it away. The thug growled like an animal and charged again, only to miss her completely as she turned a cartwheel around him. He couldnt turn fast enough to stop a low kick to the back of his knee and he was sent crashing to the floor.

Shifting her attentions to the one still standing, Yidhra stomped her foot once and raised her arm in what looked like a come here gesture. She didnt stop there, twisting her hips to bring her back foot forward in line with her front foot with another stomp she put her right arm down and brought up her left as she stomped back with her right foot. Back and forth she changed her stance, stamping the hard soles of her platform sandals against the floor whenever she did, tapping out a hypnotic rhythm. Her would-be attacker shook his head as if to clear it before he lunged, only to be met with a vicious rising knee to the chin that seemed to defy gravity. Yidhra went back to her steady cadence, eyes fixed and searching for another opportunity to strike. He was hesitant, but clearly furious that she was fighting back and winning. She seemed surprised to see him smiling a second later.

Yidhra, look out! Her head snapped around just in time to see the one who shouted grab her recently recovered first opponent throw him hard into the ground, the top-heavy brute at a severe disadvantage from the flawlessly executed hip toss. Hearing the pounding steps behind her, she dropped immediately into a sweep that took the seconds legs right out from under him and left him sprawled in a daze.

Ron? she asked, in a quiet, almost timid voice that sounded out of place coming from the confident young girl.

The blond in question stood up from where hed been taking the downed guys pulse, brushing the dust off his pants as he got to his feet. He was about to comment on her impressive fight when his smile faded and the words died on his lips.

She looked terrified. Without warning she closed the distance between them and threw her arms around his shoulders, sobbing into his chest.

They wanted to Dios mio… if you hadnt She spoke in bursts of English and Spanish, neither of which Ron could understand all that well through her muffled tears. After about a minute, she took a deep breath and looked up at him. Take me home.

I, uh, I dont know if I His instincts screamed DANGER, though he couldnt even begin to understand why.

Please?

Okay, he said, angry with himself as much for distrusting the poor girl as he was for ignoring his gut. He still managed to give her a comforting smile as he put his jacket around her and led them both outside. What am I really worried about, anyway? Its not like she wanted to get attacked by those creeps, just so Id walk her home. Right? Quit over-thinking this, Stoppable! Just get her home and get your butt back to the dorms.

A moment after they were out the door, everyone seemed to remember that they could move and speak again. A few of the men wondered why they hadnt stepped in to break up the fight, a few of the women wondered why they hadnt screamed.

One man, with short-cropped hair and a green t-shirt, wondered what the heck he was doing on the floor.

Huh Whats going on? he muttered, groggily. Before he could get up all the way, he found himself smacked back down on his rear. His cheek stung as he looked up into a familiar, and furious, face. Juanita? Baby?

Oh no you didnt just say Baby to me, you lousy, estupido piece of garbage! she spat, gesturing emphatically with the hand shed used to slap him. What, Im not good enough for you? You gotta kidnap some other wetback slut, to get your little rocks off?

But but he started scrambling to his feet again, wobbling from pain and stiffness he didnt recognize.

Two years. Two years, I think I know you, and now I think I only just met the real you tonight. She turned on her heel, disdainfully flipping her hair at him before turning to walk away. Were over. Dont talk to me, dont try to call me, dont come to my house, or Ill let my Papi shoot you and dump your body in the bay like he wanted to the first time I brought you home!

Juanita, wait! he called after her, his progress following her hampered by the crowd that inexplicably hated his guts.

Across the room, a slim man in tight clothes scanned the dance floor, his eyes widening as they stopped on the prone form in the black tank top.

GLEN! he shrieked, sprinting over and kneeling down at the mans side to shake him awake.

Urg what hit me? Glen grunted, wincing at the pain.

Oh my God, what happened to you? the other fretted, checking frantically for visible injuries. Was it a hate crime? It was a hate crime, wasnt it? HATE CRIME! Somebody call the police, I need to report a hate crime!

Geez, would you calm down, Keith? It wasnt a hate crime least I dont think it was, he sat up, clutching his aching head.

All those muscles and I cant even leave you alone for five minutes to use the little boys room without finding you in a heap on the floor, groused Keith, offering a hand up which was waved off with a crooked smile.

I thought you liked all these muscles, the larger man pouted, pushing himself to his feet.

Dont push your luck, honey, he warned, clearly in no mood. Now come on, were going home. And, next time you want to take me dancing, were going where I want to go. Bob and Mark mentioned this new club on the south side, well go there.

Yeah, okay babe, said Glen, following close behind. Just no more techno junk, okay? That crap gives me a worse headache than I got now.

As all this was going on, few really gave it a second thought, preferring to mind their own business. One person, however, saw the aftermath of the short and very one-sided fight and decided that it was very much her business. After all, Ronald sowing his wild oats with some random girl at a party was no big tragedy. In fact, that kind of behavior in the boy meant that her plans were even more likely to succeed. But, this wasnt just some girl, the overwhelming evidence of mental manipulation proved that. This was another Practitioner and a powerful one at that. No, this would not do.

Feigning tiredness, she told Melanie and Teresa that shed meet them back at their dorm, much to the disappointment of the guys still waiting to dance with her. To cheer them up, she encouraged her squad mates to stay and console them. They agreed with her suggestion, of course, and neither girl was likely to be in their own beds before morning.

For Marie LaTreau, it suited her just fine. Less for the former Delacroix captain to explain if her discussion with little miss Salsa dancer took more time than she expected.

WTOS

Its the duty of a gentleman to squire a lady home at the end of an evening together. Its just the proper thing to do, even if the gentleman in question is a naked mole rat and the lady is a field mouse. It was also pure coincidence that squiring, in this case, looked a whole lot like fleeing a burning building.

It had all been going so well. Rufus and Daisy, enjoyed each others company as they danced. The moves hed borrowed from the Oh Boyz had been a big hit among the animals that could move on their hind legs and one particularly brave garter snake that just made the best of what he had to work with. When they finished, Daisy once again played the role of social butterfly, leading her date from one group of critters to the next. She seemed to know everyone to some extent, and they all seemed happy to see her. All in all, it was shaping up to be a great party.

Then, somebody told a joke.

Its not common knowledge, but woodchucks are emotionally sensitive creature, without much of a sense of humor to speak of. So, naturally, an opossum whod had more than a few too many acorn capfuls of 87 Chateau De Fite, decided to climb up onto the stage, mercifully interrupting the A Cappella Alley Cats set, and do a little insult comedy. As it turns out, there is an answer to the age old question, how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood. Get one mad enough, he can apparently chuck a nine pound wood block, previously in use as a card table, a distance of four feet to impact with the skull of an aspiring marsupial comedian. It was hard to tell how bad he was hurt, considering his species tendency to play dead.

Of course, that wasnt the end of it. The quintet of squirrels were more than a little angry that their card game had been interrupted by a woodchuck using their table as a projectile. The alley cats tried to resume their act but wound up in a heated argument with the Scottish Terrier Dance Troupe, whod assumed the unconscious opossum meant that it was their turn to perform. Shouting matches turned into shoving matches. Shoving matches grew claws, then teeth. Like a fuse had been lit, the once peaceful corner of the wine cellar exploded into violence.

Rufus, whod been trying to teach a labor of moles the finer points of relaxation, saw the commotion and rushed in. It took a severe application of monkey kung fu, hed barely stopped bigger animals from eating smaller ones on four separate occasions, but he was able to get things calmed down. Grudgingly the beasts all sat in front of stage and began to listen to the naked mole rat, heard him squeak passionately about community and brotherhood, of the unity and harmony that could exist between all living things if they only just let it happen. He capped it off by leading them all in a chorus of All You Need is Love which had the whole group singing and swaying with claws, paws, and wings around each other. It was a beautiful thing.

It mightve stayed that way too if a pack rat hadnt decided it was a good time to bring out that lighter. Sure, most times it wouldve been a perfectly acceptable thing to do. But, the fact is, there are two things you tend to find in a wine cellar: wine and wood.

Both things also tend to be very flammable.

They managed to get everybody out, their newfound positive attitudes coming in handy as they avoided trampling the slower animals flat on the way to the exit. Itd been difficult, theyd almost lost one amazingly stupid magpie whod decided that fire was shiny and decided to collect as much as he could to take back to his nest, but everyone was accounted for by the time they heard the first sirens in the distance.

Now, for the second time that night, Rufus followed Daisy along a route only she was familiar with. They hurried, both because of the dangers of being caught out in the open and because they were both anxious to get to sleep after such a busy night. Rufus noticed, as he ran, that the houses on path to the little mouses home werent getting any smaller, or cheaper for that matter. If anything, these mansions were even grander than the ones theyd left behind. And still, she seemed to know the area like the back of her paw. Years of listening to Wade, Kim, and, to a much lesser extent, Ron had given Rufus a fairly keen analytical mind and things were starting to add up. It was why he wasnt altogether surprised when Daisy made a quick cut to the left and started scaling the ivy of a high stone wall. He also wasnt surprised when shed led him up and over the wall to the yard beyond, where she made a beeline for one of the biggest houses Rufus had ever seen that hadnt been built on its own private island.

The Rottweiler was a surprise.

Faster than a canine had any right to be, the descendant of the original automated home security system dashed across the lawn, coming to a stop directly between Rufus and his date. With a roll of his beady black eyes, he sunk into a Tai Sheng Pek Qwar stance and mentally resigned himself to a long fight. He wasnt worried about winning, not at all. Once youve stared down giant mutant wiener dogs, the non-mutated variety never seem to measure up. He was about to let loose with Five Petals of the Lotus Striking when he was forced to abort the move in a way that left him face down with Kentucky Bluegrass wedged between his buckteeth. What he saw thatd made him stop, though, was strange enough that he quickly forgot about the taste of high-end fertilizer

Daisy, one and a half ounces of cute little field mouse, was scolding a one-hundred-ten pound four-legged German killing machine, an animal whose full name of Rottweil Metzgerhund means Butchers Dog.

Rufus had never seen a dog look more contrite.

After a surreal apology, Scruffy was back on guard duty and the two rodents were moving again until she brought them to stop at the garden trellis. He asked if shed had a good time, not trusting himself to ask about anything else without completely freaking out. She responded with a squeaky giggle before she leaned up and gave him a long kiss on the nose.

They went their separate ways, her climbing the trellis while he made his way out of the yard with a lot more caution than theyd used getting in. As he looked back at the sprawling manor house where his new friend apparently lived, he had to hope that his humans were having a much less eventful night than he was.

Knowing them, he wouldnt bet his last naco on that particular hope.

WTOS

And this is my room said Charles as he finished leading his lovely companion down the empty hallway. He threw the door open wide, a clear invitation to enter. Please sit down anywhere, make yourself comfortable.

Anywhere, in this room, was limited to one desk chair, one king-sized bed, and the floor. She pushed down a wave of uneasiness as she stepped inside. Hes been a perfect gentleman all night, no reason to think hes got any ulterior motives for bringing you up here except for this totally gorchy feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I think Im fine just standing, answered Kim, pleasantly. Besides, you said this wouldnt take long, right? I so appreciate it, though, letting me see your fraternitys list of professors and classes so I have a better idea what to expect. Is it on your computer there?

Yeah about that list the dashing upperclassman said, softly shutting the door behind them. Im going to be honest with you. Theres not actually a physical list list written down, its really something thats passed on more through word of mouth. I could get it for you, if you gave me your course information, but itd take me a few days.

Okay she replied warily. If theres no list, why did you ask me to come up here?

I just wanted to talk, I promise. His hands were up in mock surrender, even as he leaned against the only exit in the room. I didnt want to say anything in front of the other girls, since its kind of personal.

What did you want to talk about? asked the redhead, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

Its probably none of my business, he paused there until he was sure hed achieved the dramatic effect. I cant get over what you said about telling your boyfriend that you were coming here tonight. I mean, when you told Stan –

Ron, she corrected, a little snap to her voice.

Ron that this party was going to be at a fraternity, he didnt make any kind of deal about it, Charles continued, unfazed. What do you suppose something like that means?

Well, I think it means my boyfriend trusts me. Kims icy tone let him know that this was a dangerous direction to take the conversation.

He pressed on anyway.

Which is great, dont get me wrong if its true. He let it hang there, the silence doing its work again to keep her thinking. Just hear me out, please? Ive been in this House a long time. Ive seen a lot of guys, guys with girlfriends in other schools, other cities, other states, a few on opposite sides of the globe. And Im being completely frank when I tell you this: every one of them with that much trust in their girlfriends already had another girl on the side. Every single one.

You dont know what youre talking about, Kim insisted, surprising herself by sounding more unsure than angry, something that Charles honed in on right away.

Thats just it, he said, diplomatically, I may not know him personally, but you cant say I dont know the type when I see a dozen guys in his exact situation come through here every year. Get him away from home, all alone, in a town where mothers tell their daughters that landing an Ivy League man is the closest theyll ever get to Prince Charming.

Kim was about to tear into him for doubting her boyfriend, she really was. Unfortunately for her peace of mind, everything hed just said couldve been true, based on his firsthand experience. For all she knew, the guys here did use trust as a euphemism for cheating and the girls throw themselves at any guy in the Ivy League.

Of course, the thought of women throwing themselves at her Miski man wasnt doing all that much to improve her mood. Images of Ron with his hair pasted down by le Goop, covered in gaudy man jewelry he bought with his naco royalties, complimenting girls left and right after getting hit by the Truth Ray all flashed before her eyes. She remembered how much she had to pressure him to tell Yori that they were dating, how little fight hed put up when Bonnie kissed him during that Homecoming mess. Ron loved her, she didnt doubt that for a second, but could he handle himself against some aggressive football groupie who decided no meant yes?

Ron wouldnt do that to me, Kim said, more to herself than to the other occupant of the room. He couldnt do that to me. You dont know him. It took him more than a decade just to kiss me. I mean we havent even

The now blushing redhead stopped herself before she went any further, but she could tell by the knowing look on his face that Charles had gotten the message anyway. It was mortifying, letting something so private and personal slip out like that, not to mention that hed just caught her in her earlier fib about that night in Siberia.

Meanwhile, across the room, Charles was in the throes of a dilemma. On the one hand, hed already accomplished what hed set out to do. She was doubting herself, her precious high school sweetheart, and her faith in long-distance relationships in general. All he had to do was escort her back down to the party like the nice guy hed made himself out to be and the foundations would be laid. And then in four to six weeks, barring any unforeseen complications, so would he.

On the other hand, all itd take was Mr. No-Pants manning up once or twice and this particular prize would be out of his reach permanently. Hed been watching her all night and what he saw made him give some credence to the rumors that the famous Kim Possible was nothing more than one giant publicity stunt. The girl in front of him, blushing for what had to be the fiftieth time that night at the slightest mention of sex, couldnt possibly had done all those death-defying things the media claimed shes done. Right?

No, if he was reading her right, and hed never admitted to being wrong before, there was a way for him to make this happen tonight. This plan was what youd call a high risk, high reward. If it failed, there was no recovery without getting her very, very drunk. But, if it worked Hed promised Brent that he was going to make Kim Possible take the walk of shame through Delta house, wearing last nights dress or one of his shirts, ladys choice. How much more satisfying would it be knowing it only took him one night?

Oh yeah.

You know, youre probably right, said Charles, his voice barely changed but fundamentally different, darker. Men cheat, fundamental truth. They say Ogden Nash woke up in the middle of the night and was so moved by a revelation thatd come to him in his dreams that he wrote it down immediately so it wouldnt be lost to history. When he got out of bed the next morning to read what hed written, there were two lines on the page: Hogamus, higamus, Men are polygamous; Higamus, hogamus, Women, monogamous. Stupid, yes. But true. So, when I say that I dont think your boyfriends going to cheat on you, what Im really saying is that hes not a man.

Hes not a – she started to echo, but he didnt let her finish.

Correct. A man wouldnt wait ten years to kiss you, if he wanted to kiss you. Granted, you were probably both so young, you had too much history by the time it mightve felt right, but then thats not the only area where hes experienced failure to launch, is it?

The fact of the matter is that waiting til youre both ready is a myth. Its a myth told to little girls by their mommies and daddies, mostly daddy, because nobody wants to think of their daughter as being easy. So, you believe the myth, until you meet a man and he tells you that youre ready. He becomes new daddy, new daddy overrules old daddy, and you do what he wants. After that, well, he either stays or you wait for another man to come along and tell you what you need to hear.

So, the way I see it, I can let you keep fooling yourself with a boy that doesnt know how to handle a woman, or I can step in and do what you want me to do anyway.

Hed made the right decision, that much was obvious as he closed the distance between them. She was staring at her feet, bright red blush, her breathing was irregular, and she was trembling. Trembling! A few more words to seal the deal, thats all it was going to take.

I think you know whats going to happen, he whispered hand coming up under her chin. And I guarantee youll remember it for the rest of your life.

A little pressure turned her eyes up to meet his and Uh-oh.

Oh, I know one of us will.

Savannah, downstairs with the other ladies, was scanning the crowd for any sign of her roommate. Shed felt absolutely ridiculous, losing track of her like that when theyd gone as a group to visit the restroom. Something else she noticed right away was that their gracious host Mr. Holder was missing, too. Vannah didnt want to think the worst of her new friend, and she didnt seem like the type at all, but she wasnt nave enough to dismiss the possibility.

Especially not with a startling piece of evidence walking down the stairs

Arm in arm.

They stopped on the landing, Kim on Charles right and just a bit behind, both of them with big smiles. For some reason, though, the smile that DIP man wore was looked a little strained. Seconds passed with them just standing there, though you could tell by the movements of their lips that they were whispering through their grinning teeth. Finally, the young gentleman gave an almost invisible twitch before speaking in a loud voice.

Brothers and guests! I have an announcement to make. A, uh a very important announcement. Some of you know me, some of you Ive just met, and some of you I

Here, he turned his head sharply in Kims direction, smile fading almost completely to a look of pathetic pleading. She wasnt much of a lip reader, but she thought she could make out the words please be reasonable before his whole body seemed to spasm. Clearing his throat, he started again.

I just wanted to tell you that I am He was visibly sweating now, he wiped his forehead and upper lip with his free left hand. That I I aa-AAAH! That Im a liar, Im a LIAR!

The crowd barely had time to gasp before he went on, talking a mile a minute.

I, Charles Chuck Holder, will say anything to a woman if I think itll get her to sleep with me. Ill pretend to be a nice guy, I pretend to care about what they think, but all I really care about is getting them in bed. The only time I tell the truth is when I have dirt on them or their boyfriends that I can use to get them to have sleep with me, and Ill lie about that, too. I have to sleep with as many different women as I can, because

Another pleading look to Kim, who just smiled wider. This time, Savannah could see some movement in her roommates arm just before Charles let out a pained grunt.

Because Kim prompted, eyes narrowing even as she smiled. Come on, Chuck. You were so on a roll there.

Because I he bit out through grit teeth. Because I cant deal with the possibility that I might be aroused by the thought that Im living in a house filled with nothing but guys!

Dozens of people choked on drinks, others sprayed them out like fire hoses onto the people in front of them. And a few laughed. Oh, did they laugh.

Kim, meanwhile, turned and grabbed frat boy by the collar using the hand she didnt have wrenched up behind his back. One move, almost too fast to see, and he was flying through the air to land with a crash on a pile of plastic bags, ones that happened to be holding the garbage theyd accumulated during the night.

Great speech, Chuck, she said, clapping her hands together as if to shake the dust from them. Really, it takes a lot of courage to admit something like that in front of all these people. I just want to say, from the bottom of my heart, that I dont want you near me or any of my friends. Ever again. And, if you dont feel like staying away, I can burn through a few of my favors to make sure that everybody in the Western hemisphere knows exactly what kind of slime you are. Remember, call me, beep me, youll regret it immediately.

Turning her back with a dismissive wave, the former teen hero unhurriedly made her way over to her new circle of friends. They were stunned, for a moment there were no words. It was Halle, unsurprisingly that broke the silence.

His speech was good, she allowed, grudgingly. Yours was better.

Really? I was worried that part at the end was too much, said Kim. I came up with it on the way down the stairs.

Sugah, Savannah put a hand on her roommates shoulder and smiled. If Lincoln couldve made a speech like that when he was running for president, he mightve lived to see the end of Our American Cousin that night at the theater.

WTOS

I gotta say, I didnt see my evening ending like this.

Ron Stoppable was never much for advanced planning, always being more of a go with the flow and see where it takes you guy. Nothing in his life that he considered to be good had come as the result of a lot of thinking.

Playing with a little redheaded girl in pre-kindergarten instead of with the other boys, buying a naked mole rat from Smarty Mart without knowing the first thing about it, opening a taco and filling it with nachos, jumping into the middle of beams of light being shot out of monkey statues, admitting his feelings to his best friend while they were both tied to giant fake cacti, applying to every college on the face of the Earth, these actions had been the result of literally seconds of forethought.

So, when he saw that goon try to get Yidhra from behind, he didnt think. He acted. Even now, he didnt regret doing it. Really.

He just wished she wouldnt keep looking at him that way.

That look, one Ron had seen plenty of times, but only a handful had ever been directed at him. By the cheerleaders at Wannaweep, or little Joss right before they left the Lazy C Ranch, and hed seen the look on Yoris face more than once. But it was only after that insanity with the Yono that hed gotten it from the one person hed always wanted it from. The way Kim had looked at him after the fight, the gratitude mixed with just a little bit of awe. Now, as he walked along the unfamiliar streets, another pair of eyes that were just as green kept sneaking that exact same look. It was a look that communicated just two words: My hero.

Theyd been walking in near silence for the last ten minutes or so, only broken by the occasional instruction to turn or promise that it wouldnt be much farther. It wasnt exactly what Ron would call an upscale neighborhood, every third building or so was boarded up and the ones with someone living there all had bars on their ground floor windows. The last street she led him down ended in front of an old redbrick building, fenced in by a rusty wrought iron gate and flanked by evergreen trees.

It was in front of this gate that Yidhra stopped and turned to him. She kept her eyes hidden under her full lashes as she shrugged the borrowed white coat off her shoulders and gently draped it over his. When she had her hands by his neck, seemingly to fix his collar, her gaze locked with his and she reached up to cup his face.

Would you like to come in? The sheer amount of hopefulness in her voice was killing him. Its late and you dont know your way around. I could call for a taxi.

A-actually, I thought Id walk, Ron stammered, exaggeratedly pulling his coat back on all the way to give him an excuse to step out of reach. Yep, sure is a nice night for walking!

Im trying to thank you, she insisted, thankfully not stepping back into his personal space. If you hadnt been there tonight

But you dont have to thank me, cause you coulda handled those guys on your own if you had to, with those awesome moves! That thatwith the stomping and the spinny elbows He struggled to identify her unique fighting style until she finally took pity on him.

They call it Mani, it comes from the African slaves they brought to Cuba. Capoeira started very much the same way, even if they waste a lot of their energy on pretty acrobatics. Old Juan de Dios wasnt happy to have to teach a chica his style but, lucky for me, he lost a bet. Yidhra shot him a wide, conspiratorial smile and inched forward, hands coyly behind her back. I could teach you, si? The way you dance, you could be the best there ever was.

Yeah well drawled Ron, blushing at the praise before the situation came screeching back to the forefront. Hey, you know whos also good at the fighting? My girlfriend. You remember my girlfriend, right? Kim Possible, famous crime fighter, saved the world a bunch, mastered 16 styles of Kung Fu before the 10th grade, history of overreacting when she gets jealous, Im sure I mentioned her before.

You did. Her smile lost most of its intensity, but didnt go away completely. And, before, I was willing to accept that. But then you saved me. And I knew I could not let you go so easily, Cario.

Yidhra, this is wrong on so many levels, he said, trying to make her see reason. I mean, what those guys wanted to do, I dont know how you could even be thinking about this!

What those cabronazos wanted to do to me was never about sex, she calmly explained, smirking when she made him blush even more. It was about taking power away from me so they could feel big and strong. Is it so strange that I would want to be with someone who reminds me that not all men are pigs? I believe it was Destiny that brought us together, Ron. We could have gone our whole lives without ever meeting, but here we are. Dont you think there must be some reason?

I dont know, the odds cant be that slim, right? Getting into an Ivy League school after every other school on the planet rejects me, landing a spot on the football team even with the other guys after my head, Kim making plans that dont include me, and me out looking for a good time for my roommate that leads to going out with the team to the same party that you just happen to be at the chances of that cant be less than one in one in I should know this, my dads an actuary!

Never tell me the odds, Cario, she said with a laugh. Or are you trying to convince yourself? Perhaps we test this. If you can look me in my eyes and tell me youre not attracted to me, Ill know that I was wrong and well never speak of this again.

And there it was, his way out. Sure, she probably wouldnt be happy with it, but itd be the best thing in the long run. He took a deep breath, steeled his nerves, looked straight at her, and then he spoke.

Im not attracted to you, Yidhra.

There, now that thats over, I can–

Those are not my eyes, Ron, she said, tilting his chin up with a red manicured fingernail so that he could see her satisfied smile. But I appreciate the compliment. Also, I thank you for proving my point for me.

Eyes! I was supposed to be looking at her eyeswhen I said it! How could I overlook that? She mustve distracted me! Her and those big, soft, round Grrr, head in the game, Ron! And not that head, that head stays completely out of the game! Ron continued mentally berating himself, furious that he was letting her affect him this much.

Now, Ill give you one more chance, the sultry girl continued, lightly tickling the sensitive underside of his jaw with her fingertips. Ill let you go back to your Kim, never bother you with my affections again, if you can pass one little test to prove that youd rather stay true to her?

O-okay, he said, licking his suddenly dry lips. Whats the test?

Kiss me, Cario, she whispered, eyes smoldering like green fire. Just a kiss and, if you dont want any more, we can move on with our lives knowing that it was not meant to be. And if you do want more

I cant. He tried to pull back but his feet were lead on the sidewalk. I cant, I cant do it I cant

Oh? asked the still-smiling temptress. So afraid of a kiss, do you really love her so little that one kiss could steal you away from her forever?

There was a logic to her words that he thought he could dispute, if only he could form a coherent thought. He felt so weighed down by his own skin that he could only watched as her face inched closer and closer. One kiss, some traitorous part of his brain argued. I could handle one kiss from Bonnie Rockwaller, why couldnt I handle one now? But he knew in his heart that this would be different. Her eyes slid closed as she neared her destination, hiding those emerald orbs thatd captured him from across that crowded room. Not because they were beautiful, though they were that.

No, because they were like hers.

Hers

I CANT DO IT! he shouted, startling both her and himself as he jumped backwards. I cant do it and Im sorry but I cant because I cant do that to Kim even if its just one kiss because I love her and itd hurt her and Id know even if she never found out and it would just hang there between us for the rest of our lives because Id know about it and I couldnt live like that so I cant do it and I gotta go so bye!

And then, after completing one of the worlds longest run-on sentences, Ron Stoppable did the one thing thatd saved his life more times than any spy gadget, fancy kung fu move, or magical simian power combined. He ran like a scared rabbit.

Yidhra stood there blinking for a long second, completely in shock. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before, never. Snapping out of it, she called out after him and started to jog after him. She barely got ten feet before she stopped short near the mouth of an alley, an alley that four shadowy figures had just walked out from. Cautiously, she took a step back, something that started them walking forward in heavy, plodding steps that forced her to back away even more. Their features were revealed as they passed under a streetlight. Ashen grey skin seemed tightly stretched over bones. Their eyes were white with cataracts, seemingly sightless even as they traced her every move. The clothes they wore had obviously seen better days, probably even the highest fashions when theyd been buried.

She turned and broke into a run, throwing open the gate and dashing across the lawn where her pursuers followed at unreal speeds. Just as she opened the front door, the reanimated corpse closest to her reached out a skeletal hand to clutch at her dress, hoping to pull her back into the night.

It never registered the pain as the hand, as well as the entire arm, were ripped away from its body. A vicious kick launched the undead thing backwards into the others, sending them tumbling over the grass. The one that did it leaped from the front porch, landing heavily in front of them and kicking up a cloud of dust. Covered head to foot in a ratty black cloak, the figure looked about as wide as a church door with powerful muscles knotting under the fabric. Two more cloaks shot the building, one thin where the first had been thick and seemed to glide when it moved. The third stayed low to the ground, going on all fours and leaving great gashes in the lawn as it ran over.

The zombies picked themselves up, not able to show any fear or confusion in the face of the new arrivals. Their creator had ordered that the woman be dealt with permanently; they couldnt do anything but obey. As one, they started for the door again. The sleeve of the largest cloak shot forward and revealed, not a hand, but a tentacle covered in barbed claws. It wrapped itself around the lead cadavers chest and constricted, simultaneously crushing and shredding the unfeeling corpse. The next one tried to rush past the lankier figure, only to slow down. Three diagonal cuts appeared across the once-fine suit it wore, neck to shoulder, shoulder to hip, and hip to knee. The body fell to pieces before it could take another step. The last two could barely move before the last cloak pounced on them, a furious thrashing under the dark cloth being the only warning before torn limbs and other extremities started flying out from underneath it.

When it was all over, the three figures noiselessly stood on the grass, sentries watching for more attackers. Familiar laughter rang out behind them, the wonderful sound piercing the heavy fabric of the coverings they wore. They turned together to face her, Yidhra, as she practically skipped towards them without an ounce of fear. One by one, she gave them her thanks, whispering sweet and soothing words while she tenderly caressed them through their cloaks.

Are ya alright, me dear heart? a weathered but pleasant voice called out from the doorway.

Yidhra turned and walked back towards the house, the shrouded guardians following at her heels like they were affectionate puppies. She smiled warmly when she took in the sight of the man at the door. Older, but distinguished, with a muscular frame and a full beard streaked with silver. A black wool stocking cap was pulled down on his head, over his ears.

No, Quinn, she replied, taking his offered arm as he led them all back into the house and shut the door behind them. Alright is not what I am at the moment. If you can believe it, I think I may actually be surprised.

Even as she spoke, a slow change seemed to be taking place. Her body seemed to stretch, growing taller until it was only a few inches shorter than the man escorting her. Black hair seemed to brighten into warm brown, and changed from wavy to bone straight. Her face, though it stayed just as beautiful, shifted. The eyes that danced with a thousand different thoughts were now a dark blue, nearly black, like the sea at night. Even her accent, which had started out Cuban had slowly twisted to match the Irish brogue of her companion.

That is hard to believe, Quinn said, bringing them to a stop in a plush sitting room, where the fine art and rich furniture would shock anyone whod seen the buildings dull exterior. If theres anyone in this world whos seen it all, itd be you.

Well, suren Ill admit I shouldve seen this comin, she said, taking a seat on the largest chair while he stood beside it. Its all clear now o course. The illustrious Kim Possible, everybodys sweetheart, she is. How else could a wee slip of a girl do all those amazin things all over creation? What else could she be, but a witch? Never woulda pegged such a wholesome lookin lass for a necromancer, though. Still, Id wager shed use any trick to keep her hooks in my Ronald.

You want me to send the lads out to fetch him? asked the older gent, eager to do anything to improve her mood. I doubt if hes gotten all that far.

Youd better not, she answered, sweetly to let him know she wasnt upset with his suggestion. The poor dears so addled by her craft that he wont know friend from foe. No, Ill have to trace the magic to its source, break it there. That little tartll soon learn Im not called the Dream-Witch for nothin.

She stopped then and laughed, earning a raised eyebrow from Quinn.

Im sorry, but you have to admit its funny when you think about it, continued Yidhra, still snickering a bit. The thought of me rescuing a man from some wicked enchantress?

Truly, I dont think its out of character for ya at all, me dear heart, he said, solemnly. You rescued all of us, one way or another. From loneliness, from heartache, even from the very jaws death. Youll save him and hell love you for it, just as we all do.

Smiling fondly at him, she took his hand and kissed it. Quinn relished in the affection, hoping desperately that it would progress from there. He knew it would happen someday, that she would find another and hed no longer be the youngest of her lovers. No more the favorite. He couldnt even bring himself to be happy that his replacement was playing hard to get, knowing that she wouldnt be happy until she caught him.

Her joy was his rapture, her pain his agony. She was his entire life, and had been longer than anyone could have guessed.

Soon, this Ronald would know what it meant to be loved by a goddess.

Lucky bastard.

WTOS

Ron you have returned.

And returned he had, walking through the door of their dorm room with a noticeable drag to his steps. It hadnt been an easy trip home, working from fairly vague memories of the trip over. Hed been forced to take to the rooftops to avoid the seedier elements of the city after dark. Thankfully, Wade had tricked out his dinner jacket for that kind of ninja travel, making the coat fully reversible with non-reflective black for the lining and a mask and cowl that unzipped out of the collar. Hed made great time thanks to that little fashion accessory and a few boots of mystical monkey power. Now, the jacket was right-side out and the wearer was dog tired, but he still felt awake enough to answer his roommate.

Do you have to sound so surprised, Mac? he asked rubbing his face sleepily. If I didnt know any better, a guy might get the feeling hes not wanted.

That wasnt the cause for my surprise, Ian MacKarish explained, in the understated manner Ron had come to expect. When she had taken such an obvious interest in you, I assumed that –

Not you too! he groused, cutting Mac off. Look, nothing happened. I just danced with her a little, there was a quick fight with some jerks at the party, then I walked her home. Thats it. I mean dont get me wrong, Yidhras hot on a scale they normally reserve for supernovas but the Ronster is a one-woman man!

She this shock was about ten times greater than whatd met him at the door. She told you her name? And you refused her?

Well yeah, I refused her, you know I have a girlfriend already! And whats her name got to do with anything?

Mac stared at him, as if for the first time. It was weird and vaguely creepy enough that it reminded Ron that he was too exhausted to deal with his new friends quirks for too much longer. His roommate, on the other hand, was drastically reconsidering his first impression of the easily excited blond.

You are a singular person, Ron Stoppable, he said, what little warmth and sincerity he possessed going into his voice.

Uh-huh, Im just the one person, Mac, replied Ron slowly, like he was speaking to a small child or a senior with dementia. What does he think Im two short guys in a Ron suit? Gnight.

He didnt wait for a response, just turned and headed for his room. His clothes were peeled from his body as he walked, leaving a trail through the shared living area and into his room. Rufus was there, and he couldnt blame the little guy for not waiting up for him. The story of where his buddy had gone would have to wait til morning. He didnt bother with his pajamas, just crawled into bed in his boxer shorts. The pillow had barely taken the imprint of his head when sound made him sit straight up.

Beep-beep bebeeb

Groaning, he flung himself over the edge of the bed and groped around for his pants. Reaching into the pocket that held his cell phone-slash-communicator, he sat up again hit the accept button, hoping the world wasnt planning on ending before he got his recommended eight hours. When the screen lit up, it wasnt Wades or Kims face he saw.

Whoa, I think I got it working! the mystery caller yelled off screen.

Max! Give me that! shouted a thankfully more familiar voice.

Kim? he said, a second before the picture shook and he could see his girlfriend, as well as a bunch of other gorgeous college-age girls.

Ron, Im so sorry! she apologized, seeing the state her BFBF was in. Did we wake you?

So, this is the famous Ron? remarked a blonde seated next to Kim. Well, he is cute, in his own way.

Hes hot! slurred a dark-skinned girl sitting one away from her. Cmere, I wanna feel those ears!

Mala, stop trying to grope my boyfriends hologram! Kim scolded before turning back to Ron. Sorry, again. Shes not usually like this, she just got a little carried away celebrating um

Celebrating what? Ron asked, curious at her sudden silence.

Celebrating our Kims triomphe! the blonde with darker hair, sitting at the far end, said as she raised her hand like she was giving a toast.

Yeah, triumph over some idiot frat boy, continued an asian girl seated at Kims other side. You shouldve seen her she –

Will tell you all about it later, okay? Kim cut the other girl off, then turned her attention back to her Kimmunicator. It was no big, I swear. We can talk about it when we get together tomorrow. We are still planning on going out, right?

Yeah, definitely, Ron agreed, hoping he would remember this conversation in the morning.

She made the obligatory introductions, all the girls made some flirtatious comment or another, most of them involving dropped pants and, oddly, Siberia. The one called Mala tried to tongue kiss his hologram and he heard her hit her nose on the divider window of the limo they were sharing. It was a testament to the class of friend that Kim was making that theyd pick that over a taxi when they needed a designated driver, even if there were six of them. Ron was almost dozing when the girls were talking amongst themselves about where the two of them should go on their date the next day. By the time he was able to follow the conversation again, he realized hed been given options.

So, what do you think? asked Kim. The mall, the Italian restaurant, or the salsa club?

What do I think? he said then, before he even realized what he was saying, he gave her his answer.

I say, mi salsa es caliente.

WTOS

Guest Authors Note:

And so, the third and final installment of At the Mixer of Madness sees the light of day. Brothers and Sisters, I can only hope youll forgive me for the delays on this and the other two chapters Ive written for my brilliant colleagues story. Ever since I was made Dean of Cat Herding at good old Miskatonic U, Ive been beating my brains over how to deal with this particular section of the story. The original idea was mine, based off one of the Elder Gods mentioned in the Necronomicon (should be fairly obvious who it is), and Mr. Wizard liked my pitch so much that he suggested I write it. This led to several concerns, the worst of which was my fear of ruining a great story. I tried my best to keep the feel of the story, and its Lovecraftian roots, as well as listen to the critiques I was getting from you, the readers. A lot of you wanted more of an earned T-rating and I think Ive done that. Unfortunately, I may have alienated some of you (including MrDrP, a writer I deeply respect) with my more explicit-oriented themes. Through it all, I tried to stay true to the characters, and where the characters were likely to be in this stage of their maturity.

If you have any praise, please leave a review. Any complaints should be sent to me via PM, considering that anything that you dont like about the last three chapters has been primarily my fault.

Blessed be,

-Brother Bludgeon