Stop! Do Not Cross

While James Possible was being all old-school moral, Jessica Rabbit appeared behind him. Only she wasn’t wearing the gown she wore in her PG movie. In fact, she wasn’t wearing anything more than 1940s burlesque queen would wear on stage. Her red onepiece was sheer except for strategically placed sequins and her trademark purple gloves. The large feathers both brought attention to her low-cut boob-line and high-cut thigh-line, and drew attention away, in a way that both enticed and frustrated the senses.

“Wow! She looks like a tribute to “Red Hot Riding Hood”!” Ron said in awe.

“Wade! That’s not funny!” Kim growled.

“It’s not me, Kim. I’ll run interference!”

“What are you looking at?!?” James asked, turning around. But whatever had been there wasn’t.

“If not you?....” Kim frowned on an answer. “The Tweebs! We’re not alone in the house.”

“Doing a survey. You’re right! And while Jim and Tim are not as technologically savvy as I am, they are brilliant enough for me to have been mentoring them. They’ve overridden your scientist dad’s sophisticated parental control of their internet access.”

“What about the twins?!” their father demanded. “What did they do now?!”

“They reached puberty,” Kim’s expression could make some wonder if the two could survive it.

“You mean!?” He looked at the short-haired blonde whose 36-26-36 statistics only hinted at the naive, but potent, sex appeal that lay ready to be honed. “Then I definitively, absolutely forbid her from staying in my home, corrupting my children!”

“Not to worry, Dr. J! I’m not into shota!”

“Ron, that you know what the word “shota” means does nothing to reassure us.” Kim told him.