Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky – Chapter 19

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, any of the other characters from that show, or those from any other media I may reference in my stories.

To those who reviewed last chapter. Thank to Michael Howard, Robert Teague, CajunBear73 and BlazeStryker. The Summer Gale interview of Kim belongs properly in the story about Kim dealing with therapy and her ‘issues’, a plot that crowded into this story. I’ll start writing that one, maybe after I finish this one, maybe concurrently, we’ll see. I got a new computer, light years better then my old one, and all the things I can do with it are distracting me. I don’t want to short-change that story, I never do.

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On Monday morning, Doctor Drakken was having his breakfast when Shego walked in, back from whatever exercise she’d used that morning to deal with her frustrations concerning her blocked powers. She had the newspaper, which she held on to as she headed for her personal coffee machine, the most complicated-looking device Drakken had ever seen intended for the sole purpose of turning out a cup of black coffee, as Shego preferred it. It also usually made noises that if they had come from one of Drakken’s inventions, he would have gone straight to ‘evacuate the lair’ mode. When she had her coffee and was seated, she flipped straight to a particular section of the paper. Drakken’s eyebrow rose curiously as he noted which section.

The obituaries, Shego?

The woman smirked. Yeah, just seeing if Summer Gale’s listed. Considering the list of people who probably had her on their ‘to do in’ lists after her hatchet job on Kimmie Saturday night, I’m surprised she isn’t here. The real bitch is, she ended up getting national exposure because of it.

Drakken sipped his cocoa before commenting, Bad publicity, though, surely?

Shego snorted. ‘Any publicity is good publicity’, Doctor D! Someone will like her style, or she’ll get mileage out of being repentant or something, you’ll see.

Hmmm. Well, we’ll see, she may just get the comeuppance she deserves. On another topic, I hired a secretary. She’s a Global Justice agent undercover, of course, but she’s probably an excellent secretary as well. And the temporary offices are ready. Wonder if I should bother with a bug sweep? He studied his computer screen for a moment. Hmmm, the Possibles have officially released a statement saying Kimberley is suffering from some form of PTSD. The network doing the news special about last year’s incident has in turn announced that they will wait as long as possible before interviewing her for it, and will ‘of course’ forgo the interview altogether if she or her doctor deems it wise. He changed to another of the sites on his ‘favorites’ list. And Ronald has posted a new story, ‘Stop Team Go’. He looked at Shego. That was rather interesting, the way you let him write about your familial situation, knowing how some of our community might take it?

Shego rolled her eyes. As if you didn’t know that I encouraged him to do it! Better it come out that way, then many other ways I can think of. And it kept anyone from ever trying to blackmail me with the knowledge. At least, not more then once. That comment caused a raised eyebrow, but no response from Drakken. After taking a swallow and savoring her coffee a moment, Shego switched topics. Now, about Eddie. When he gets here….what? Seeing Drakken looking past her right shoulder, Shego winced, then looked for herself. And there sat a heavily customized motorcycle, parked in the far corner. Okay, I know I was distracted this morning, but… She turned back to Drakken, When did he arrive? I’d have known if he came in last night.

He arrived before you came home from wherever you were yesterday evening, Shego. I’m very surprised you didn’t see the bike last night! Were you that tired, or also distracted then? There was a touch of concern in his voice.

Shego didn’t immediately speak, closing her eyes briefly. When she did speak, it wasn’t a response. Made any progress at all on this stuff that’s blocking my powers?

Drakken hesitated, then shook his head, No, but while examining you, I found something very curious. Wasn’t going to say anything until I know what I’m talking about, but you deserve to know. I don’t think it’s dangerous to you, but you’ll have to wait a few days for an explanation, I’m sure I’ll have an answer then.

Shego frowned. Something ‘curious’? Doc, sometimes what you find curious others find alarming, to say the least! But I trust you, which is something few people get from me, as you’re fully aware! She sighed, I mean, I’m not all about the plasma, ya know? But, without it, I find myself getting nervous, and you know how I hate that! I mean, I need some kind of validation, or whatever! Being the self-confident bitch I usually am, this is hard to deal with.

She-Babe! The loud words caused Shego to jump, and come perilously close to spilling hot coffee on her chest, as Drakken winced. Missed ya last night, was absolutely wiped out when I got here, or I’d have stayed up and greeted ya, seriously! Motor Ed strolled past the pair, bare-chested…really bare chested, after Shego’s plasma treatment. There was some blond fuzz on his head now, though, apparently his hair had waited to be sure it was safe to start sprouting again. He went to the fridge, and pulled a big jug of vegetable juice out. As Shego blinked in surprise, either at his choice of drink, or the way he upended the jug and began chug-a-lugging it down. She glanced at Drakken, but he was studiously ignoring his cousin in favor of his computer screen.

Ed put the half-empty jug back in the fridge and walked over to the pair. So, what’s up with you two? Cousin Drew’s gotten elected, But he doesn’t have a job for you, Babe?

Shego blinked as a slight scowl appeared on her face. Eddie, doesn’t what I did to you kinda make this conversation a little odd?

What, this? He ran his hand over his scalp, Nah! My college girlfriend did it, too, still no clue why! But she used the razor she shaved her legs with. Drakken flinched, and even Shego winced. I have been exceeded in villainy… while Ed continued, Anyway, it’ll grow back. But, hey, Babe, have you seen yourself on the ‘Net the last two days? Shego’s eyes narrowed dangerously, I mean, there’s a video of you meeting up with that broad who lost out to you in the contest, and you finding the other three runners-up there, too? That was one major catfight, and someone got it all with their camera! Now Shego looked startled, as Ed fished in the pocket of his jeans for something, and pulled out a piece of paper, which he held out to her. These are the best addresses to see it! Man, it’ll be another week until they put that old roadhouse back together after what you did!

Shego found herself taking the paper automatically while blushing slightly under Drakken’s curious stare. Yeah, well…look, I got to get showered and dressed, things to do. She got up and took her cup to the dishwasher, then headed for her room. Behind her Drakken remarked to Ed, Actually, was thinking of recommending to my new Chief of Police she take Shego on as head of Internal Affairs. That caused the woman to stumble as she started up the short flight of stairs leading towards the corridor that contained only her quarters. She shot a glare at a smirking Drakken before leaving their sight.

But after a few steps, she turned back, a retort in her mind. But she stopped when she heard Ed’s voice. No Green Magic?! That is so totally bogus!! Tell me who did it, and I’ll wring his neck, after I break every bone in his body! I mean, Seriously! The Green Babe needs her mojo, if there’s anything at all I can do to help get it back, Cuz, you tell me, and it’s done! Shego didn’t hear Drakken’s reply. She stood there briefly stunned, then turned and headed for her room.

She looked up the video on her computer and watched it. Three times. When she stepped into the shower afterwards, it was with a very self-satisfied smile on her face.

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Thursday Afternoon, the MHS cafeteria:

Possible, if you try and apologize ONE MORE TIME about your behavior on Monday, I’m going to revert to ‘Old Bonnie’, I swear! Three of the other four faces at the table, Ron, Monique, and Tara, responded with eye-rolling, while Kim blushed. For the last time, the only person who needs to apologize is that Wicked Witch of the Airwaves, and that’s as likely as Brick graduating Magnum cum Laude from college!

Kim looked considerably chastened. Sorry, but my behavior would have weirded me out! Not a word all day, after ‘present’ in home room! And holding one of Ron’s hands all through lunch like it was a lifeline!

Didn’t stop the boy from showing off his mad one-handed eating skills! Monique quipped, He didn’t miss a bite!

He also wore some of lunch for the rest of the day. Kim responded peevishly.

No Big, KP! Ron replied, Not the first time after all, remember that food fight in Middle School, where the teachers made us all sit through class like we were?

Kim gave him a mild glare. I remember being the innocent bystander, and having to wash spaghetti sauce out of my hair that evening, before I could sit down to dinner at home! And speaking of ‘one-handed eating skills’ I can’t wait to stop wearing this thing! Referring of course to her sling.

How much longer do you need to wear it, Kim? Tara asked solicitously. Since she wasn’t in on the ‘Ninja Nurses’ secret, Kim had to respond carefully. Ten days to two weeks, Mom says, just to be sure. Which was truthfully how long Anne Possible had recommended, to keep up appearances only.

I wish there was a machine that could do it. Ron commented absently, drawing four curious stares. Noticing, he grinned sheepishly. Sorry, off topic, was thinking of Kim’s suppressed memories! Just wishing there was a machine that could bring them out! His eyes lost focus, and Kim’s eyes rolled.

I sense a story coming on! Then she scowled, looking at her boyfriend suspiciously. Ron, you aren’t going to do an amnesia story, are you Monique covered her mouth while Bonnie grimaced.

Huh? Well, maybe, KP, I’ll have to think about it! Otherwise it goes in the graveyard! That response drew curious looks again, and Kim offered the explanation, It’s where his rejected ideas go, he can’t bring himself to delete them. She noticed Tara nodding in apparent understanding. Tara?

Yes? Oh, I do the same with some of my diary entries that I’m not sure I want anyone ever seeing. That left the other three girls blinking as Ron remained lost in his own world. Then Bonnie changed the subject. I see our new Mayor-Elect has chosen an interesting candidate for Chief of Police.

Yeah, and a woman no less. Monique observed, Sixteen years in the Army, then one term as Sheriff in her old home county. Wonder why only one term?

According to Wade’s information, she agreed not to run for re-election before she was offered the job. They wanted her to clean up the mess the department was in, but they didn’t want her as a permanent officeholder. Kim replied. Apparently, some of her lifestyle choices could only be overlooked for so long. But like you said, sixteen years in the Military Police and Civil Affairs units in the Army, she ought to be able to handle the job here.

There followed a brief period solely devoted to eating and thinking, before Monique broke the silence. Say, Kim, you and Ron have started sharing dreams again, what are they like this time? Kim had confided that fact to Monique on Tuesday.

Sharing dreams? Really? That’s so cool, and kinda romantic! Tara declared, but quietly. Kim had winced at the question, and now smiled sadly. I wish it were, I really do, but Doctor Cardien thinks I’m hiding from my own dreams in Ron’s, since all the shared ones since that mission have been his ‘choice’.

Old movies again? Bonnie asked.

I wish! Kim snapped, then looked at Ron apologetically, Sorry Ron, not blaming you for your dreams, it’s just…why sports films, spaghetti westerns, and fantasies, all of a sudden?

Oh! Well, Mister Barkin was wondering if I was going to try any other sports, now that football’s done. Not sure what he’s hinting at, but he brought it up, so…

What Sports? Tara asked.

What fantasies?! Monique asked a trifle more urgently. And then muttered something under her breath as the bell rang. NO! First the ‘Jane’ question, that you refuse to answer.. She glared accusingly at Kim, And now this! She got up as the others did, and headed to deposit her tray for the dishwasher.

Kim grinned and shook her head as she walked. Not THAT kind, Mon! Think real ‘fantasy’. As in a gladiator in a fantasy world. Then she grimaced, And Spaghetti westerns. Ron as Eastwood? Well, the less said the better. But Drakken in the Lee Van Cleef role? Not to be believed! That drew a snort of amusement from Monique and Bonnie, a puzzled look from Tara(Who simply had never seen any of those films), and a mildly offended scowl from Ron, who couldn’t hold it long.

As they exited the cafeteria, Monique put her out hand to stop Kim, a thoughtful expression on her face. She let the others move away before she whispered, Kim, if you’re sharing dreams, then the link is still there, right? Remember the idea that if the link was stable, how useful it might be? Well, what if it is stable? And you’re forcing the connection subconsciously to do what your doctor said, to ‘hide’ in Ron’s dreams?

Kim hesitated, then nodded. I thought of that, actually. And I really don’t know if it’s true, or what to do about it if it is, or how to test it…I just don’t know, Mon!

Well, why not try it now? Try concentrating really hard, close your eyes, and see if you can see through Ron’s eyes! Monique urged her.

Kim smirked. Bad idea for two reasons, Mon. One, we need to get to class. Two, Ron just went in the boy’s room. Then she grew serious again. And lastly, really don’t want to just yet. Coming over after school, to watch me work up a sweat? She started walking as she finished.

Sure! Not like my social life would interfere! Oh, get this. Me and Bonnie actually tried to plot something fiendish to do to Summer Gale on Sunday. She was supposed to be the idea person, and me the implementer, or something like that. Anyway, twenty minutes in, one of us said: ‘That’s something I’d like to do to my ex-boyfriend!’, and the reply was: ‘Don’t get me started about boyfriends!’. Two hours later, we’d discussed everything under the sun, before we remembered why we got together in the first place! So, there went our attempt to plot against the dyed-blond witch!

Just as well, Monique, right now I’d just like to not be reminded of Saturday night! She smiled faintly, Though it did get me a pass on ‘Family Game Night’ this month, so one good thing came of it!

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At about the same time, Drakken was conducting an interview with another prospective employee, in his temporary offices in downtown Middleton. One he was becoming mildly frustrated with. But, that was actually an improvement on his expectations for the interview, he had half expected a murderous rage by now.

You mean you want me to be your budget director! Frugal Lucre almost shouted loud enough to be heard in the outer office. The look of astonished glee on his face made Drakken wince. Of course he wasn’t going to let it last.

No, I want you to be my budget advisor! You won’t have any decision-making responsibilities, or authority! I just want you to go over the budgets on all city projects, and let me know if the charges are excessive in any cases, and just how badly inflated the prices are. I know the way this works, a little graft is to be expected, but it’s not going overboard while I’m running things! The intercom buzzed as he finished, and he let Lerman mull things over while he answered it. Yes, Mrs Notting?

Miss Summer Gale would like to interview you by phone, Mister Lipsky. Came the somewhat nasal reply. Mrs Helen Notting was a trim and fit woman in her mid fifties, according to her application. Drakken suspected she had added ten or so years, and took pains to look ‘her’ age. Right now, though, his GJ-provided secretary didn’t bother Drakken at all, but her announcement was puzzling him immensely. Summer Gale? Requesting an interview? On who’s behalf?

Well, I suppose you know about The Imposer, the scandal rag? Well, they’ve expanded their tabloid services to the Internet, and hired Miss Gale as a reporter.

I see. Just a moment. Drakken brought up his phone menu and studied it for a moment. After a moment he smiled and made a few selections. Put her through, Mrs Notting. He only had to wait a moment. Miss Gale?…ah, of course, Summer. I’m afraid I’ll have to put you on hold for a couple of minutes, I have someone here I’m interviewing. I’ll be right back, I assure you! He put the call on hold and turned back to Lucre. Well, Francis? Are you interested? Drakken kept one eye on the light indicating that Summer was still on the line. As Lucre hemmed and hawed before answering, the light flickered out. Fifteen seconds, not very long at all! Drakken commented.

Frugal Lucre looked at him curiously. Huh?

Hmmm? Oh, nothing, just Miss Gale decided not to wait. Or maybe she didn’t like listening to ‘Frosty the Snowman’. Now, do you want the job or not?

Welllll…does it come with a car, or do I need to take public transportation?

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The following week, Mister Grimm and Mister Dyer paid a visit to the Stoppables to discuss with Jean how much influence she could exert over Doctor Drakken. Though suspicious of the two, Jean welcomed them politely enough. Mister Grimm even bounced Hana on his knee, and seemed to genuinely enjoy the baby’s presence. Until his voice took on a menacing tone in the discussion.

Fortunately, Mister Dyer insisted on driving his boss to the emergency room, and refused any offer on Mrs Stoppable’s part to pay for any medical bills pertaining to Mister Grimm’s dislocated kneecap. Possibly to avoid making any official report as to how it became dislocated. Jean Stoppable was left with the dilemma of trying to find a way to break Hana’s habit of inflicting injury on visitors.

Three days later, the FBI noted that Mister Grimm had apparently moved back to the East Coast, after an apparently frustrating four years in Colorado. Mister Dyer soon followed.

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Late Saturday evening, Shego returned to the lair after a frustrating trip of her own. Seeking Drakken, she found him in a chamber containing a large medical scanner similar to a CAT scan chamber, but capable of quite a bit more. The scientist was studying readouts at the control console, and had a blue tooth-style phone in his ear. Before Shego could ask who was in the scanner, she noticed Bernadette Barr standing at the far end of the machine, and a suspicion formed in her mind.

As she walked around to confirm it, Bernie greeted her. Hey, Shego. This was followed by the confirmation Shego needed, a startled ‘Eep!’ from inside the machine. Possible? What the hell… she broke off as she noticed clothing, obviously Kim’s, piled on a swivel chair, and her eyes widened Okay, I think we’re taking this truce thing a bit too far. She turned to call to Drakken, Hey, Doctor D! Asking an underaged girl to take her clothes off in your lair can ruin your political career, ya know.

Drakken made a face. Very funny, Shego…” He then spoke into the phone, “No, Walter, it’s just my associate making a joke. He turned again to Shego, Welcome home. And Miss Barr is here as chaperon…yes, Walter? I agree, fascinating!

Shego turned to Bernie. Who’s Walter?

Bernie shrugged. Old mentor of his, or so he says. At Harvard now, but I think Doctor Drakken said something about him being on a work-release from a mental institution, or something? And working for the Government, which really sounds odd.

Shego shrugged. Doesn’t sound odd to me that there are ex-loonies working for the government, it would explain a LOT! She bent slightly to look into the machine. How do you like the heated bed, Kimmie? There was a muffled shriek and a thump inside, followed by a plaintive ‘ow’. What’s the matter, Princess, I’ve seen you naked be….what the hell did you do to your leg? The front of Kim’s left thigh from knee to hip was one big bruise.

Two responses, Kim’s It was an accident!, And Bernie’s She went on a mission., came simultaneously.

She WHAT? Shego blurted out, Possible, are you crazy? Well, I guess you must be, being here like this, but going on a mission?

She’s here to help you, Shego! Bernie snapped, and Shego actually flinched guiltily, since she’d already figured that out. Doctor Drakken asked her to let him examine that stuff in her shoulder, and she agreed. Her mother would have been here instead of me, but she couldn’t re-schedule a surgery.

And I’ll want you in there as soon as Kimberley comes out, Shego. Drakken called over, And I have to agree, Kimberley, a mission at this time? Most unwise. He frowned to himself as he again considered the opportunity he was passing up, with his nemesis out of action. What was the nature of this mission, if I may ask, and how were you injured?

Kim sighed, and her voice echoed slightly from inside the machine, t was just a meeting, someone who would only trust me, and GJ backed us up. There was a lot of ‘cool’ stuff at the meeting place, and Ron got distracted, despite being in ‘super-protective’ mode. To keep this short, a sudden noise startled him, a threatening kind of noise, and he pushed me out of ‘harm’s way’, or so he thought. But he pushed me off the platform we were on, and I got bruised a little, okay? And now he’s all guilty, and I don’t want to talk about it anymore, okay? She finished in a heated and petulant rush.

Please calm down, Kimberley, I didn’t mean to upset you. Drakken said, loudly, placatingly, so the girl could hear him inside the machine. Nor did I intend to criticize…oh, bother! Let’s change the subject! Shego, did you have a nice trip?

Shego began unbuttoning her blouse. Not really, Doc, though I confirmed a suspicion of mine, as to how the ‘stuff’ got into me.

Not at the party? Bernie inquired. She was only half-listening, more concerned with Kim’s behavior.

Shego shook her head. Nah! Activated, maybe, but not put in. Considering how they had to do it with Pumpkin, here, it’s not that easy. No, It happened in Greece, on my last trip to the spa there back in August. Midas…my favorite masseur,” She explained to Bernie, “Wasn’t available, but they had a new masseuse specializing in shiatsu, and I hadn’t had that in a while, so I took it. I was her last client for the day, which was her excuse for letting me sleep after I ‘nodded off’ during the massage. I was out nearly two hours.

Sounds like enough time to me. Kim commented from inside the machine. Then she asked, Anything more then that to make her a suspect, though?

Well, Princess, she stared work two weeks before I showed up there, and quit the day after Halloween. And all of her credentials and ID were fake, that sounds conclusive to you?

Works for me. Kim paused, then, Shego, are you taking your clothes off?

Nope! Shego replied with a smirk, pausing just a moment for effect,They’re already off! Privacy was not an issue, the machine Kim occupied was big enough for the entire cheer squad to hide behind, and Drakken was out of Shego’s sight. Shego had to suppress a laugh as she heard Kim sputtering inside the machine. Come on, Kimmie, it’s just us girls, and Doctor D.

I, however, will keep my clothes on. Bernie deadpanned.

Too bad, you got a pretty nice rack there, BB. Shego quipped. Bernie just rolled her eyes, but someone else had a different reaction.

Bebe! Where? Drakken exclaimed. Shego smacked her forehead. Not Bebe, Doc, B…never mind!

When did Shego see your…um, chest, Bernie? Kim asked curiously, causing her former babysitter to blush in the manner Shego had been trying for with her comment. Before an answer could be supplied though, Doctor Drakken spoke up again. You’re done, Kimberly. Shego, your turn.

As the bed with Kim on it slid out of the machine, and the girl tried to decide whether to cover herself or not, Shego asked Drakken, Never thought to ask , Doc, but why naked this time? She laid down on the bed as soon as Kim was off it. OOo, nice and extra warm! She squealed girlishly, and snorted at how much of Kim turned red.

Ignoring the interplay, Drakken replied to Shego’s question. Because what I’m looking for is so small,and hard to detect, that anything can interfere, including any clothes you might wear. He broke off a moment, muttering quietly into the phone, then aloud, All right, Walter, Thanks for your consultation, hope to speak with you soon. Bye! He turned back to look towards them, though only Bernie was partially visible. Well, there’s some good news, and of course, some bad news.

Spin it any way you want, Doctor D. Shego’s voice echoed slightly. Drakken initiated the scanning process again as he spoke. Bad news, can’t find a way to get the material out of your system. Good news, it’s deteriorating on it’s own, we’ll try and determine how fast with this scan. Also good, there’s no sign that either the material placed in Kim, or what’s in you, Shego, involves any re-writing of DNA. Both examples are independent of your bio-systems. They had to have been transferred directly from the medium in which they were cultured into your bodies, so no putting it in a glass of water, or a soda, or any other means of ‘infecting’ you. It then adapted to your DNA, but didn’t integrate with your systems enough to be self-sustaining.

Kim was nearly dressed already. So, obviously whoever used that stuff on you had to take advantage while it was in effect? She shrugged, Not that it makes you that much easier to deal with. She added sincerely.

Thanks, Princess. But that’s not the problem, the problem is, it’s still out there, in someone’s hands, there may be a lot more of it for others to use! Shego’s frustration was clear in her voice.

Well, maybe Doctor Drakken can make an antidote, or something you can host in your system, that would neutralize them. Bernie suggested.

Actually, there’s a possibility that her own immune system might adapt to the task of getting rid of them, if Walter’s ideas are correct. Drakken observed, not taking his eyes off the console screens. Nine percent decrease, Shego, since your first exam when we knew what to look for. At this rate, you should be nearly free of the threat by Christmas. As to the other…all in your head. His voice trailed away on the last bit.

What other? Three voices asked at once. Drakken was startled, and looked briefly guilty. Oh, that’s a private matter, for Shego’s ears only, sorry. He did try and sound apologetic about it. You’re done, Shego, powering the scanner down now.

Well, at least it was quick! Shego groused as she slid out of the machine. She yawned widely as she picked up her clothes. And now the jet lag hits! But I want to hear what Doctor D has to tell me before I try and get some sleep, so not to be rude, but you two ought to head out. She hesitated a moment, By the way, Possible, Thanks for helping out. Considering how you must feel about me and my plasma…

Kim smiled faintly. It’s No Big, Shego, and it’s for the same reason Mom wanted you to have that recording. It’s more a question of rights, then my own feelings. She fastened her coat up, suddenly feeling awkward. Not sure how I feel, to be honest. I’ll probably have that nightmare again… She started and looked at Shego, I mean…well, would it surprise you to know you’ve starred in a few nightmares of mine?

Shego smirked. Surprise me? I’d be insulted if you didn’t lose some sleep over me! Though inwardly she was surprised the thought had never occurred to her before. And oddly, she wasn’t too sure how she felt about it. Nightmares bothered her, too, and being the subject of someone else’s, anyone else’s? Did she want that?

Kim grinned in response. Not that much sleep, Shego! She looked at Drakken. Goodbye, Doctor Drakken. Next time we meet, I may have to call you Mister Mayor.

His Honor, the Mayor, Drew Lipsky. Shego remarked, “I honestly still don’t know how to take that.

Oh, that reminds me, Shego! Mother will be staying with us for the days before and after my swearing in. Both Kim and Bernie winced and looked at the thief, waiting for her reaction.

After a thoughtful moment, Shego spoke in a normal voice. Well, we’ll just sic her on Eddie. One look at his room, and she’ll be occupied for a week.

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Kind of a weak ending. Afraid of losing momentum right now. I know where I’m going, it’s just making the path entertaining that’s bugging me. I know better then to promise a specific length to my stories. Last time I promised to deliver the final chapter in one, it came three chapters later. Oh, well.

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