Ronald's diner

chapter 25

Ronald stood under the hot water, head pressed against the wall. This shower was a godsend after a hard day of work at the diner. He was long done with washing up. Now he just wanted to let the water do its magic and ease the stress from the day.

To think Ron had actually been friendly during their talk. He would never have expected that from him before today. Well, as far as Ronald was concerned, he welcomed the change. He didn't like always being at odds with his would be brother, even if the guy did make him want to break a chair over his head at times. Then again, wasn't that how brothers acted? Well, not the tweebs, but he still wasn't convinced Mr. Dr. P hadn't created those two in his lab.

Smiling to himself, at his own joke, Ronald felt the water begin to cool off. It was too good to last anyway. Not that his crappy apartment had anything resembling decent hot water. Still, he felt human again. With a twist, the shower sputtered to a halt, and he reached out to take up his towel.

Once dried and dressed in a basic white shirt and light gray shorts, he tossed his wet towel over the shower curtain to dry. With a yawn, he left the bathroom, stepping into his bedroom.

"Took you long enough." Bonnie said with a stretch from where she lay on the double bed.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, but somebody just had to use up all the hot water when she took her shower, and I had to wait for the tank to fill up again." Offering her a lopsided grin as he walked out of the room to check that the door and windows were locked. Lowerton wasn't as nice as Middleton, and this neighborhood wasn't as nice as some of the others to be sure.

It also gave Ronald time to try and get himself under control. Something the beautiful woman laying on his bed at this very second was doing very little to help with. Bonnie had always been an attractive girl going all the way back to high school, but ever since that day, she'd shown up at his diner begging for scraps she had been filling out nicely. With no small amount of pride, Ronald knew his cooking had a heavy hand in that.

Still, though, the change in her was astounding. Gone was the haggard and almost sickly thin beggar from that day weeks ago. Now Bonnie was a sight to behold with hips that just begged to be grabbed, not to mention how she was filling out those sweat pants of hers when she bent over to grab something out of the fridge.

Ok, Ronald calm thoughts... do not let yourself get carried away he admonished himself as he finished his checks and headed back to the bedroom. Just be patient. All good things to those who wait and all that. Once she's recovered from her surgery, you can...

He froze like a deer in headlights the moment he entered the bedroom.

"Something wrong?" asked the woman laying on his bed in nothing but a tiny pair of black panties and matching bra.

Ronald could not have spoken if he tried.

Bonnie was happy to see the effect she had on him. It had been a long time since she felt pretty enough to be this bold, and the only reason she had mustered the courage to do it was because of him. She knew without a doubt that Ronald was the best thing to ever happen to her. He made her feel safe, and when he looked at her, she felt clean and wanted. Things she had forgotten in the past years on the street. She had done things, disgusting things that left her thinking she would never be good enough for anybody ever again. Yet now, in this moment, seeing the way he was looking at her filled her with hope that just maybe she was good enough.

"Aren't you coming to bed?" she asked coyly, crooking a finger to beckon him closer. Her teal eyes half hidden by her lashes as she looked at him hungrily.

Ronald was under no illusion as to what she meant. No way he was misunderstanding that look. "Um, you sure? Cause... I think..." He was stuttering. Great, just great. Way to fumble the ball, he thought to himself.