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Author: The Humbug

Disclaimer: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. You can blame the rest of this on me.
Rating: PG-13 for combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction and is set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. It is a sequel to ‘A Cookie For Ecclesiastes’ and you really, REALLY need to read that story first. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. The KP version of The Supreme One as well as the ruined Shego is my idea. WARNING: Some parts are a little dark.

Crumbs / One

Some folks smell the scent of burnt cheese and think that it is a rancid, ruined smell. Others envision the end result of a delicious meal, albeit slightly over done. Some experience the Rapture and go looking for nachos. Time Centre was bustling with the comings and goings of thousands of naked mole rats; all were active, all were focused and each and every one was busy at monitoring the chronometric flow.

Rufus 2704 accidentally reached for a nacho without observing the proper ritual and one of his fellows noticed the indiscretion.

“Hey! Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Abashed, the buff but diminutive creature blushed a deep crimson and genuflected without daring to even lick the cheese from his paw. He dropped to his knees like the rest of his immediate cohorts and they shared in the ‘Blessing Of The Bountiful Repast’ using the immortal words of the Great And Powerful Ron.

“Brethren…”

“Grande Size It!”

“… Booyah.”

Activity resumed for the group as they returned to their work and commenced their meal; the future society of the time manipulating naked mole rats valued productivity and cheese equally and all other activities were intermixed with liberal portions of both.

Rufus 2704 felt adequately chastised and vowed to perform extra service in the birthing wards; there were countless others of their species that did not share the genetically enhanced traits of his fellows. There were only 3000 of his kind to keep the past, present and future sacrosanct, and it was up to the rest to perpetuate the race for their eventual benefit to mankind. Otherwise, how could his species fulfill the commitment to protect humans, even if in secret?

On his console, one tiny green light among thousands blinked once. Always observant, he noted this and performed a quick log entry into his journal.

“What was that?” Another Rufus was glancing over his shoulder.

“That? That was a redundant time track collapsing. It’s… unfortunate… but we must occasionally reconfigure force a compromised timeline, and the repercussions include the severing of the subsequent chain of events.”

“What happens to the people?”

“Technically nothing, because they never existed. Without a past, there can be no future. It’s never been officially documented what the severing and dissolution of a timeline is like, but I expect that everything fades away… eventually to be superceded by the new chain of events.”

“Eventually?”

“Well…” Rufus 2704 handed his coworker a plate of nachos. “Time is relative.”

The green light blinked again.

“Oh, was that another one?”

Rufus 2704 did not reply. He stared at the light, his breathe tight in his chest and he almost felt as if his heart were being forced to pause in its live giving beat. The light blinked a third time, then a fourth.

“Hey, wait, that’s the same…”

“… the same timeline.”

The time-quake hit the Centre and every thing and every one not bolted down was thrown down while the little green light stayed lit and all Hell started to break lose. Those systems that experienced electrical surges began to short out and a few of the sparking pieces of equipment threatened to start a fire.

When the subsidence finally abated, pink bodies slowly lifted themselves and began to urgently check the current readings on their monitors, yelling commends and accepting them with the lightning speed of the possessed. Fires were extinguished before they truly begun and essential systems were quickly rerouted or shut down.

“People! Your attention please!” Rufus 2704 used one arm to help his fallen colleague up onto his feet while raising the other arm up to gain their attention. All activity stopped and hundreds of pairs of tiny black eyes looked to their fellow with trusting anticipation. Rufus 2704 had to yell over the din of voices and disrupted equipment. “Someone get in contact with the Healers, as I’m sure that we have wounded in the complex! Next, we need to get Rufus 3000 in here!”

“But… what happened?” One of his wounded fellows limped over and examined the board of lights, severely damaged by the quake. Rufus 2740 had the answer but couldn’t bring himself to say the word. He looked back to the green light, shining like a gangrenous star. When he could speak, he clearly uttered the name given to the cause of this catastrophe, stunning all who first heard it, and the word was repeated throughout the enormous chamber of Time Centre, for none of them wanted to believe it.

“Foldback...”

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The exterior of the house was dark, as were most of the houses at this hour of the night. It was late by the standards of most residents, even for a Friday. All was not still, however; stealthy movement could have been detected through the curtains if an outside observer were to have been present, as would brief flashes of light reflecting from several of the surfaces in the downstairs living room. If one were close enough to one of the darkened windows, one might hear the occasional scream.

Such was movie night in the Possible home.

“Ewww! He’s dead!”

“But he’s moving!”

“This is gross!”

Kim Possible sat at one end of the sofa in her old white T-shirt with a pink heart on her chest and a baggy pair of running shorts and grinned at the frightened antics of her two children. The teenaged girls sat together in the center of the sofa and seemed to be torn between wrapping themselves around each other and hiding underneath the piece of furniture. Everyone was ‘enjoying’ a peaceful night, watching a movie together.

“But this is in black and white! How can black and white be gross?”

“He’s getting closer! Doesn’t she see him?”

“Ewww!”

Kasy and Sheki were thirteen years old and woefully ignorant of zombie cinema that had been produced beyond the last five years of their lives. When Kim had suggested this particular horror classic, the girls were sure that they would have great fun cracking jokes and pointing out the ridiculous special effects.

Not so much.

Seeing that her daughters were not in the mood for popcorn, Kim reached out and took a handful from the bowl, eagerly waiting for her own snack that was more than a little overdue. A brief flash of light from the television screen illuminated a pale hand that was silently creeping over the back of the sofa and Kim could see the unearthly hand getting ever closer to Sheki’s arm. The girl was oblivious of the impending contact but her Mommy saw it and weighed the outcome of allowing the event to occur or nipping it in the bud.

Kim decided that she was a bad parent and let the hand descend.

“… mhhuuuuuuuh…”

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Sheki launched herself off of the couch and over the coffee table, dragging with her the terrified form of her sister. Both girls were screaming helplessly when they crashed to the floor and Kim took the burrito that was handed to her, piping hot from the microwave.

“Princess?”

“Hm?”

“What are they going to do if real zombies attack?” Shego stood there in a dark gray sweater and a loose fitting pair of jeans. The burrito was delicious; Kim pondered the question as she savored its rich flavor and eventually forced her answer out around a mouthful of meat and beans.

“We’re doomed.”

“Momma! You scared the crap out of me! I almost wet my pants!” Kasy was steaming mad as she pulled herself to her feet, her fists balled and glaring at the tall, pale woman, but Sheki was silent as she slowly stood up. Shego switched on the light from where she was standing and grinned. It had been her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and her voice doing its best impression of the walking dead. She reached down and helped herself to some of the popcorn as Kim shook her head ruefully and used the remote control to pause the film.

“Well then, young lady, so much for your potty training. Your Mommy and I…” She stopped when she noticed that Sheki was slowly walking out of the room, her pale green face, so like her Momma’s, blushing a dusky bruised color. The three glanced at one another until the unfortunate realization dawned and Shego looked stricken, all thoughts of humor driven from her mind.

“Damn it, Kimmie, I didn’t mean for anything like that to happen, honest!”

“I know. She’ll be Ok.”

“I’ll talk to her the moment she gets back, I swear!”

Kim watched as her wife slunk back to the kitchen, presumably to fetch the sodas but just as likely because she was ashamed. Kim set down her burrito and grabbed Kasy, the two of them slipping out of the room and down the hallway to where the bathroom light could be seen from under the door. Kim let her redheaded daughter run upstairs and collect a few items from the girls’ room while she stayed by the bathroom door.

“Baby, are you alright?”

“… yes, ma’am…”

“Kasy will be here in a minute with some things for you.”

“… thank you…”

“Listen, your Momma’s really sorry about what happened. She was just trying to be funny. Will you talk to her when you get out?”

“…”

“Please join us when you can, Ok?”

“… ok…”

Kasy was quick to return and she took her Mommy’s place by the bathroom; Kim kissed her on the cheek and returned to the living room. There she found Shego, having returned with the drinks and placing them in the desired locations, sitting off to the side in a chair. The couch was the reserved seating for all of the Possibles on movie night, and this meant that the former villain was feeling bad enough to exclude herself. Kim returned to her own place at the far end and opened her drink, waiting to see how this played out. Sheki returned soon enough, sullen and practically dragged by her sister.

“Sheki, sweetheart?” Sheki stopped at the sound of her name being called, slowly moving to the chair but avoiding eye contact. “Baby?”

Shego held out one of her strong hands to her raven-haired daughter, who looked so much like a younger version of her Momma that Kim wondered for the millionth time what her spouse’s upbringing had really been like. Their own daughters were growing up so fast, too fast, and it was all that the adults could do to remember that the girls were really young women themselves. At this age, any behavior that could be interpreted as juvenile was perceived as a threat to their being ‘all grown up’.

It was several seconds before her Momma’s gentle words coaxed Sheki over to the chair and onto the older woman’s lap. Kasy sat back down next to Kim with the understanding that that Shego preferred to make her apologies in private. At a nod from Mommy, the younger redhead left the sofa just long enough to switch the lights back off and Kim started the film again, ‘searching’ back to an earlier scene.

The redheads kept their eyes on the film; Barbara never did avoid hitting that tree with her car, no matter how many times they watched this movie. Kim would occasionally glance over to the chair and see Shego’s lips moving as she spoke to the girl being coddled in her arms; Sheki would nod and Shego would say something else, followed by another nod or a shake of the head. Kim knew that the outcome was guaranteed but still breathed a little easier when she eventually saw Sheki relax and her Momma planted a tender kiss across the bridge of the girl’s nose.

Shego noticed than Kim watching them; she nudged the teen on her lap and they both stuck out their tongues. The redheads returned fire and Kasy made room for her sister as the half of the family with the long black hair resumed their places. Kim bumped the volume down a notch.

“Are you girls Ok with this film?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“It’s Ok, it’s just not what we expec… EWWW!” Once again, the girls were wrapped around each other for protection and it was if nothing had happened to disturb their viewing. Shego, after having finished her soda and seeing the popcorn at the far end of the couch, decided to take action against her entire clan; she slipped off her sneakers and pulled herself up onto the couch. She stretched out her long body and rested across the two skinny laps of her children.

“Momma! Ow! Get off!”

“You’re too heavy!”

“Oh, so soft, even if a bit scrawny.”

The ‘scrawny’ remark made them clam up. Kim could tell from the hate and fury in Sheki’s eyes that all of the drama from before was forgiven and forgotten. The girls gave only a token struggle and quickly gave up when they realized that their Momma’s body meant more protection against zombies; they clutched at her long black hair and sweater whenever a new undead menace shambled around the corner. The arrival of a solitary man and his battered pickup truck onto the scene at the abandoned farmhouse made the family pause for a heartfelt salute.

“To Duane!”

“DUANE!”

Shego settled her head onto the lap of her wife.

“Mm, now this is so much softer and comfier… if a little worn.”

Kim cocked an eyebrow and glanced down at her former nemesis.

“You’ll pay for that, mean and green.”

“Feed me, Seymour!” Kim responded by gently tracing a line around Shego’s glossy black lips with a popped kernel, tickling the area around the pale woman’s mouth before letting a long tongue claim the errant snackage. The film continued without further interruption, not counting the occasional shrieks from the twins. There was one notable exception; from behind her reclining head, Shego heard a faint gurgle. She turned her head, brushing her ear and cheek against the clothed belly of Kim Possible.

“Princess, did you finish that burrito?”

“Uh, huh.”

“The whole thing?”

“Yup.” Kim grinned down at her wife as Shego summoned the most absolutely menacing look that she ever had.

“Princess, I swear that if you give me another ‘Dutch oven’ tonight, the marriage is over and you’ll wish that Drakken had skinned you alive.”

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: If you haven’t read ‘A Cookie For Ecclesiastes’ this story won’t carry the proper impact. True, ‘Cookie’ was written a LONG time ago and my skill and technique has changed, but this is a direct sequel and continues the same story. Also, while I’ve hinted as much in other works that have been published before THIS one, I secure in this story that the original ‘Night Of The Living Dead’ is Shego’s favorite movie.

Description
Crumbs

Author: The Humbug

Disclaimer: “Kim Possible” and all characters within © The Walt Disney Company and its related entities. Kim Possible created by Mark McCorkle & Bob Schooley. All rights reserved. No profit is being collected from the fiction contained within. You can blame the rest of this on me.
Rating: PG-13 for combat violence and intimations of a physical relationship and intimate contact between consenting adult females. This should also cover a little harsh language now and then. If this will offend you, please read something else and then seek some professional help.
Summary: This is a Kim/Shego pairing fan fiction and is set in my ‘Who’s Writing This Crap?’ storyline. It is a sequel to ‘A Cookie For Ecclesiastes’ and you really, REALLY need to read that story first. Kasy Ann and Sheki Go Possible are the creations of NoDrogs. The KP version of The Supreme One as well as the ruined Shego is my idea. WARNING: Some parts are a little dark.

Crumbs / One

Some folks smell the scent of burnt cheese and think that it is a rancid, ruined smell. Others envision the end result of a delicious meal, albeit slightly over done. Some experience the Rapture and go looking for nachos. Time Centre was bustling with the comings and goings of thousands of naked mole rats; all were active, all were focused and each and every one was busy at monitoring the chronometric flow.

Rufus 2704 accidentally reached for a nacho without observing the proper ritual and one of his fellows noticed the indiscretion.

“Hey! Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Abashed, the buff but diminutive creature blushed a deep crimson and genuflected without daring to even lick the cheese from his paw. He dropped to his knees like the rest of his immediate cohorts and they shared in the ‘Blessing Of The Bountiful Repast’ using the immortal words of the Great And Powerful Ron.

“Brethren…”

“Grande Size It!”

“… Booyah.”

Activity resumed for the group as they returned to their work and commenced their meal; the future society of the time manipulating naked mole rats valued productivity and cheese equally and all other activities were intermixed with liberal portions of both.

Rufus 2704 felt adequately chastised and vowed to perform extra service in the birthing wards; there were countless others of their species that did not share the genetically enhanced traits of his fellows. There were only 3000 of his kind to keep the past, present and future sacrosanct, and it was up to the rest to perpetuate the race for their eventual benefit to mankind. Otherwise, how could his species fulfill the commitment to protect humans, even if in secret?

On his console, one tiny green light among thousands blinked once. Always observant, he noted this and performed a quick log entry into his journal.

“What was that?” Another Rufus was glancing over his shoulder.

“That? That was a redundant time track collapsing. It’s… unfortunate… but we must occasionally reconfigure force a compromised timeline, and the repercussions include the severing of the subsequent chain of events.”

“What happens to the people?”

“Technically nothing, because they never existed. Without a past, there can be no future. It’s never been officially documented what the severing and dissolution of a timeline is like, but I expect that everything fades away… eventually to be superceded by the new chain of events.”

“Eventually?”

“Well…” Rufus 2704 handed his coworker a plate of nachos. “Time is relative.”

The green light blinked again.

“Oh, was that another one?”

Rufus 2704 did not reply. He stared at the light, his breathe tight in his chest and he almost felt as if his heart were being forced to pause in its live giving beat. The light blinked a third time, then a fourth.

“Hey, wait, that’s the same…”

“… the same timeline.”

The time-quake hit the Centre and every thing and every one not bolted down was thrown down while the little green light stayed lit and all Hell started to break lose. Those systems that experienced electrical surges began to short out and a few of the sparking pieces of equipment threatened to start a fire.

When the subsidence finally abated, pink bodies slowly lifted themselves and began to urgently check the current readings on their monitors, yelling commends and accepting them with the lightning speed of the possessed. Fires were extinguished before they truly begun and essential systems were quickly rerouted or shut down.

“People! Your attention please!” Rufus 2704 used one arm to help his fallen colleague up onto his feet while raising the other arm up to gain their attention. All activity stopped and hundreds of pairs of tiny black eyes looked to their fellow with trusting anticipation. Rufus 2704 had to yell over the din of voices and disrupted equipment. “Someone get in contact with the Healers, as I’m sure that we have wounded in the complex! Next, we need to get Rufus 3000 in here!”

“But… what happened?” One of his wounded fellows limped over and examined the board of lights, severely damaged by the quake. Rufus 2740 had the answer but couldn’t bring himself to say the word. He looked back to the green light, shining like a gangrenous star. When he could speak, he clearly uttered the name given to the cause of this catastrophe, stunning all who first heard it, and the word was repeated throughout the enormous chamber of Time Centre, for none of them wanted to believe it.

“Foldback...”

88888888

The exterior of the house was dark, as were most of the houses at this hour of the night. It was late by the standards of most residents, even for a Friday. All was not still, however; stealthy movement could have been detected through the curtains if an outside observer were to have been present, as would brief flashes of light reflecting from several of the surfaces in the downstairs living room. If one were close enough to one of the darkened windows, one might hear the occasional scream.

Such was movie night in the Possible home.

“Ewww! He’s dead!”

“But he’s moving!”

“This is gross!”

Kim Possible sat at one end of the sofa in her old white T-shirt with a pink heart on her chest and a baggy pair of running shorts and grinned at the frightened antics of her two children. The teenaged girls sat together in the center of the sofa and seemed to be torn between wrapping themselves around each other and hiding underneath the piece of furniture. Everyone was ‘enjoying’ a peaceful night, watching a movie together.

“But this is in black and white! How can black and white be gross?”

“He’s getting closer! Doesn’t she see him?”

“Ewww!”

Kasy and Sheki were thirteen years old and woefully ignorant of zombie cinema that had been produced beyond the last five years of their lives. When Kim had suggested this particular horror classic, the girls were sure that they would have great fun cracking jokes and pointing out the ridiculous special effects.

Not so much.

Seeing that her daughters were not in the mood for popcorn, Kim reached out and took a handful from the bowl, eagerly waiting for her own snack that was more than a little overdue. A brief flash of light from the television screen illuminated a pale hand that was silently creeping over the back of the sofa and Kim could see the unearthly hand getting ever closer to Sheki’s arm. The girl was oblivious of the impending contact but her Mommy saw it and weighed the outcome of allowing the event to occur or nipping it in the bud.

Kim decided that she was a bad parent and let the hand descend.

“… mhhuuuuuuuh…”

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

Sheki launched herself off of the couch and over the coffee table, dragging with her the terrified form of her sister. Both girls were screaming helplessly when they crashed to the floor and Kim took the burrito that was handed to her, piping hot from the microwave.

“Princess?”

“Hm?”

“What are they going to do if real zombies attack?” Shego stood there in a dark gray sweater and a loose fitting pair of jeans. The burrito was delicious; Kim pondered the question as she savored its rich flavor and eventually forced her answer out around a mouthful of meat and beans.

“We’re doomed.”

“Momma! You scared the crap out of me! I almost wet my pants!” Kasy was steaming mad as she pulled herself to her feet, her fists balled and glaring at the tall, pale woman, but Sheki was silent as she slowly stood up. Shego switched on the light from where she was standing and grinned. It had been her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and her voice doing its best impression of the walking dead. She reached down and helped herself to some of the popcorn as Kim shook her head ruefully and used the remote control to pause the film.

“Well then, young lady, so much for your potty training. Your Mommy and I…” She stopped when she noticed that Sheki was slowly walking out of the room, her pale green face, so like her Momma’s, blushing a dusky bruised color. The three glanced at one another until the unfortunate realization dawned and Shego looked stricken, all thoughts of humor driven from her mind.

“Damn it, Kimmie, I didn’t mean for anything like that to happen, honest!”

“I know. She’ll be Ok.”

“I’ll talk to her the moment she gets back, I swear!”

Kim watched as her wife slunk back to the kitchen, presumably to fetch the sodas but just as likely because she was ashamed. Kim set down her burrito and grabbed Kasy, the two of them slipping out of the room and down the hallway to where the bathroom light could be seen from under the door. Kim let her redheaded daughter run upstairs and collect a few items from the girls’ room while she stayed by the bathroom door.

“Baby, are you alright?”

“… yes, ma’am…”

“Kasy will be here in a minute with some things for you.”

“… thank you…”

“Listen, your Momma’s really sorry about what happened. She was just trying to be funny. Will you talk to her when you get out?”

“…”

“Please join us when you can, Ok?”

“… ok…”

Kasy was quick to return and she took her Mommy’s place by the bathroom; Kim kissed her on the cheek and returned to the living room. There she found Shego, having returned with the drinks and placing them in the desired locations, sitting off to the side in a chair. The couch was the reserved seating for all of the Possibles on movie night, and this meant that the former villain was feeling bad enough to exclude herself. Kim returned to her own place at the far end and opened her drink, waiting to see how this played out. Sheki returned soon enough, sullen and practically dragged by her sister.

“Sheki, sweetheart?” Sheki stopped at the sound of her name being called, slowly moving to the chair but avoiding eye contact. “Baby?”

Shego held out one of her strong hands to her raven-haired daughter, who looked so much like a younger version of her Momma that Kim wondered for the millionth time what her spouse’s upbringing had really been like. Their own daughters were growing up so fast, too fast, and it was all that the adults could do to remember that the girls were really young women themselves. At this age, any behavior that could be interpreted as juvenile was perceived as a threat to their being ‘all grown up’.

It was several seconds before her Momma’s gentle words coaxed Sheki over to the chair and onto the older woman’s lap. Kasy sat back down next to Kim with the understanding that that Shego preferred to make her apologies in private. At a nod from Mommy, the younger redhead left the sofa just long enough to switch the lights back off and Kim started the film again, ‘searching’ back to an earlier scene.

The redheads kept their eyes on the film; Barbara never did avoid hitting that tree with her car, no matter how many times they watched this movie. Kim would occasionally glance over to the chair and see Shego’s lips moving as she spoke to the girl being coddled in her arms; Sheki would nod and Shego would say something else, followed by another nod or a shake of the head. Kim knew that the outcome was guaranteed but still breathed a little easier when she eventually saw Sheki relax and her Momma planted a tender kiss across the bridge of the girl’s nose.

Shego noticed than Kim watching them; she nudged the teen on her lap and they both stuck out their tongues. The redheads returned fire and Kasy made room for her sister as the half of the family with the long black hair resumed their places. Kim bumped the volume down a notch.

“Are you girls Ok with this film?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“It’s Ok, it’s just not what we expec… EWWW!” Once again, the girls were wrapped around each other for protection and it was if nothing had happened to disturb their viewing. Shego, after having finished her soda and seeing the popcorn at the far end of the couch, decided to take action against her entire clan; she slipped off her sneakers and pulled herself up onto the couch. She stretched out her long body and rested across the two skinny laps of her children.

“Momma! Ow! Get off!”

“You’re too heavy!”

“Oh, so soft, even if a bit scrawny.”

The ‘scrawny’ remark made them clam up. Kim could tell from the hate and fury in Sheki’s eyes that all of the drama from before was forgiven and forgotten. The girls gave only a token struggle and quickly gave up when they realized that their Momma’s body meant more protection against zombies; they clutched at her long black hair and sweater whenever a new undead menace shambled around the corner. The arrival of a solitary man and his battered pickup truck onto the scene at the abandoned farmhouse made the family pause for a heartfelt salute.

“To Duane!”

“DUANE!”

Shego settled her head onto the lap of her wife.

“Mm, now this is so much softer and comfier… if a little worn.”

Kim cocked an eyebrow and glanced down at her former nemesis.

“You’ll pay for that, mean and green.”

“Feed me, Seymour!” Kim responded by gently tracing a line around Shego’s glossy black lips with a popped kernel, tickling the area around the pale woman’s mouth before letting a long tongue claim the errant snackage. The film continued without further interruption, not counting the occasional shrieks from the twins. There was one notable exception; from behind her reclining head, Shego heard a faint gurgle. She turned her head, brushing her ear and cheek against the clothed belly of Kim Possible.

“Princess, did you finish that burrito?”

“Uh, huh.”

“The whole thing?”

“Yup.” Kim grinned down at her wife as Shego summoned the most absolutely menacing look that she ever had.

“Princess, I swear that if you give me another ‘Dutch oven’ tonight, the marriage is over and you’ll wish that Drakken had skinned you alive.”

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: If you haven’t read ‘A Cookie For Ecclesiastes’ this story won’t carry the proper impact. True, ‘Cookie’ was written a LONG time ago and my skill and technique has changed, but this is a direct sequel and continues the same story. Also, while I’ve hinted as much in other works that have been published before THIS one, I secure in this story that the original ‘Night Of The Living Dead’ is Shego’s favorite movie.