Regret. Instant regret was what she felt, that and anger. She could barely hear over the crowd gathered around her. How could she have let this happen?

" . ..."

She didn't want to go through with it, but one look at her smug looking ex husband and her nerves were replaced by determination. It had been a year since Barbra Jean had left, taking henry with her, and almost 8 months since Brock and Barbra Jeans divorce was finalized. Why Reba ever agreed to go to the bar with him, she'd never know. Was it because she felt sorry for him? She couldn't pinpoint the reason but here she stood, in the middle of a bar, drunk and angry. They had gotten into a fight earlier and she had stormed off before stopping to watch a group of young adults take body shots. That is how she ended up in this predicament. One of the young men had told her she was next, and she had tried to politely say no before he had all but challenged her.

"Your asking the wrong chick buddy. Miss perfect here would never do anything like that" He had pissed her off with the statement and before her brain knew what her mouth said, she agreed.

"Id love to." She ordered a shot to calm her nerves and walked over to the table. He stood there in shock for a minute before he decided to use it to his advantage. Brock walked over to the young boy and told him he would be the one to take the body shot. The boy had told his friends and he watched as she laid upon the table, lifting her shirt to just underneath her bra. He could see the lace peeking through and the temperature of his body tripled.

She could not believe she was going through with it. She couldn't let him win. After all, it was going to be carried out by a stranger and she'd probably never see them again. Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw him walking toward her with a lime slice in his hand. She fucked up. She really fucked up. Anyone but him. He placed the lime in her mouth, smiling smugly.

"Second thoughts Reba?" he asked.

"Never." he laughed at the stubbornness in her voice. She sounded so strong yet he noticed the slight quiver of her voice." I'll kill you when we get out of here. I wouldn't be doing this had it not been for you." she sounded slightly angry but mostly annoyed.

"You can kill me after I've had my tequila." He laughed.
She felt the liquid as it was poured into her belly button, and the course salt as it hit her stomach. It felt insanely erotic.

" . .Shot"

The chanting was growing, as was the crowd. She made eye contact with him one last time. She felt his tongue slowly rake across her stomach. Fire burned where ever his tongue touched. She felt his lips close around her belly button as he sucked the liquid into his mouth. Then she knew it was time for the lime. He swallowed the drink and licked his way up her stomach, stopping just where her shirt came to rest before bringing his mouth up to hers to take the lime from her mouth. When their eyes met she could see the fire in them as he slowing tugged the lime from between her lips. Time seemed to stand still. She wanted him to kiss her. The thought caused her to set up quickly and She immediately regretted that decision when she felt the nausea hit her. She was going to be sick. She could barely get off of the table without falling. When she felt an arm steady her she looked over to see brock standing beside her.

"Lets get you home."

"I'm sick Brock."

"I know." he helped her out of the bar and held her hair back as she emptied the contents of her stomach on the sidewalk.

"Can you stand here Reba while I get a cab."

"I'm not going anywhere you Mo-ron."

"Do you always have to be so snappy?"

"Do you always have to ask stupid questions?" he didn't answer for fear of agitating her further. Instead he got them a cab and helped her inside. By the time they made it back to Reba's house it was 1 am. They had been out almost 4 hours.

"Where are your keys Reba?" he held tightly onto her because she looked as though she may fall.

"My what?" she said laughing

"Reba, where are your keys?"

"Back pocket."

"Can you get them?"

"Oh right." She retrieved the keys from her pocket, opening her front door. The house was silent.

"Where is Jake?"

"Tommy's house." She held onto him for support as he helped her up the stairs.

"Is it ok if I crash here?"

"Your blanket and pillow is already on the couch."

"Thanks."

He opened her bedroom door and helped her inside. He sat her on the bed and got her some pajamas from her dresser.

" Here Reba. If you need anything I'll be downstairs."

"Can you help me?" his breath hitched. was she really thinking clearly.

"Don't stand there all shocked. You have seen me before. Besides, I'm not taking my bra off while you are in here. Don't get any ideas either." she tried to give him a stern look but couldn't. She was too drunk to focus.
He walked over to her and began to help her with her shirt. When he lifted it over her head he could barely breath. She hadn't aged a day since the last time he saw her. If any thing she looked more beautiful.

"Black and red lace? Did you wear it with anyone in mind?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Myself. Now quit wasting time and help me with my damn Jeans."

"Alright, alright. Just calm down. Wouldn't want you to get your blood pressure high."
She unbuttoned the jeans and lifted her hips as he pulled the jeans from her body.

"Well ill be damned." he whispered to himself. Her panties were matching. He knew better than to make a comment. When he looked up she gave him her signature look, and slapped him on the shoulder.

"What was that for?"

"For being a moron. Now hurry." truth be told she was burning up. She had to get him out of close proximity. He hurried with her pajama bottoms and assisted her with her top. Then he pulled the covers over her as she lay back.

"Why aren't you this drunk." he laughed

"I can hold my liquor. Also, i never took as many jello shots as you."
She slapped him playfully on the arm.

"Ill see you in the morning. Goodnight Reba." he started toward the door.

"Brock" she called out to him and he turned. "Thank you."
"Your welcome. I'll be down stairs if you need me." he turned out her light, and made his way downstairs. This was going to be a long night.

She woke up with an astounding looked over to find a bottle of water and two advil with a note.

Reba, take the pills and drink some water. I have breakfast downstairs. I know you may not feel like eating so i just made you some toast.
Brock.

She got out of her bed and walked into her bathroom. Looking in the mirror she fixed her hair and removed her makeup from the night before. She felt nauseous but not enough to throw up. After fixing her appearance she made her way downstairs.
He felt her presence before he seen her.

"Good morning."

"Good morning."

"You feel ok?"

"Yeah, Just a little nauseous."

"You drank way to much yesterday."

"I don't want to talk about it." she said as she sat down to her toast and coffee.

"Do you remember yesterday."

"Not hardly. Like i said. I don't want to talk about it." Their conversation was interrupted by Cheyanne who came in through the back door.

"Mom. You have got to see this. I'm not sure who this is but the bar owner posted it last night. It went viral. Its some old couple." Reba's face went white. She looked at the phone. The bar was dark and you couldn't see their faces well enough to say it was them. She watched the nights events replay on the phone. If she thought it was erotic then, It was definitely erotic now. He had done it so slow you thought their was more to the story. It looked as though they were going to make love. Then when he pulled the lime from her mouth, for a fraction it looked as though they were going to kiss." I just wish it had better lighting. I mean who has that much chemistry at their age. Me and Van don't have that much chemistry and we haven't been married that long."

"Who knows honey. They are probably not even together." Reba took a drink of her coffee.

"Yeah right mom. You can clearly see the man loves her, and she loves him. That wasn't a normal body shot. I thought for a minute this was going to be a porno." Reba almost choked on her coffee at her daughters words. She looked to Brock who was laughing. Cheyenne looked between the two.

"What's so funny."

"You caught me off guard Cheyenne. Your dad would have laughed if I had died." she said shooting him a look as if to say keep quiet or die.

"I laughed because of your mothers reaction."

"Well anyways. I came over here to get Elizabeth's toy bunny. She cried last night without it, and it was too late to come get it."

"It's in the living room on the coffee table." Cheyenne left the kitchen and Reba turned to brock. "Not a word." He wasn't listening because he had his phone out looking at the video. "Brock, I mean it. Not a word. Are you listening to me."

"I know Reba. Shut up. I'm trying to watch this." Cheyenne walked into the kitchen and stood beside her father.

"See what i mean dad."

"I definitely see what you mean." He looked to Reba and caught her blushing.

"Wait. Why are you here dad?"

"I came over early to get paperwork from your mom to sell my condo." he lied.

"You're selling the condo?"

"Yeah. Im looking for a new one. The old one has too many bad memories. I just want a fresh start."

" Well good luck dad. Mom be nice to him. This is a rough time."

"Im always nice to your father." Cheyenne looked to her mother."Ok, I could be nicer."

"Thank you. I love you both. I have to get back to the house before i have to crying kids. Van and Elizabeth. She walked out the back door and they sighed in relief as they heard her car pull out of the driveway.
Reba finished her toast and walked over to the sink putting her plate in. He was rewatching that damn video. "Can you please quit that."

"Quit what."

"Watching that damn video. Its embarrassing."

"Make me." he continued to watch the video only this time with sound. She walked over to him and tried to take the phone.

"Give me the damn phone." He held it above his head. He was taller than her so he had the advantage. She was so angry she didn't realize how they were standing. He was backed against the counter and her body was pushed up flush against his." I mean it brock. Give me the damn phone." He continued to tease her and decided to take it a step further. He Grabbed her waist with one hand and turned her around so that she was pushed almost against the counter. He lowered the phone onto the counter and stared at her.

"What are you doing Brock." She looked at him in panic. She was getting hot from the proximity of their closeness.

"Giving you what you want." He pushed her against the counter and put his hands on either side. He could feel the sexual tension between them. He reached behind her and grabbed the phone, bringing it to her face. "You ask for the phone." she was relieved, and a bit disappointed at the same time.

"It is what you wanted, right?" he leaned and whispered into her ear. She couldn't think. His breath was hot against her neck and the temperature in the room had increased. She was just about to answer when a knock at them door caused them to sprang apart. She quickly answered the door.

"Hello ma'am. We are with the Jehovah's witness. We would like to talk with you for a moment." Saved by god.

"Yes sir come on in." Brock had only wanted to tease her. He didn't expect his plan to backfire. He was burning up and he felt like he needed to take a cold shower. He decided to excuse himself.

When he returned downstairs the visitors was gone and Reba had cleaned up the kitchen. He heard water running so he assumed she was taking a shower in the guest bathroom. He decided to leave a note on the counter and head home to get a change of clothes. He would stop by later.

Reba, went home to change. See you later.
Brock.

He smiled as he grabbed his phone and exited her house.

He was sure she never heard him walk in. He could hear her faintly singing as he entered the kitchen and made his way toward the living room. He stopped in the doorway to watch her. She was cleaning the house and singing along to her stereo.

I feel the yearn to love you even though I know it's wrong
you'll have to take my hand and lead me slowly through the door
I'll be wrong in what I'm doing
I cant refuse you anymore
Lead me on and take control of how I feel
I can't do this on my own
cause its against my will
I need love warm and tender
In a way I've never known
If you want me I'll go with you
But you'll have to lead me on

She had just finished dusting the coffee table when she turned around and saw him. she screamed and her singing came to an abrupt halt.

"What the hell Brock. You scared the life out of me you mo-ron. Don't you ever knock." She stood and turned her stereo off, laying her cleaning cloth beside her furniture polish. She turned to face him. " I'm sorry I yelled you just scared me."

"Its ok Reba. By all means don't stop on my account. You know I always loved to hear you sing."

"I've done quite enough singing for today. Is there a reason you are here?"

"I left a note saying I'd be back."

"I know. I just didn't think so soon." she grabbed her cleaning supplies and put them back in her cleaning supply closet."Im not cooking tonight. I figured we could order pizza."

"Sounds good. Are we going to watch a movie or play cards?"

"Movie sounds good. Pick one while I order." This was becoming a habit for them. They would eat dinner together and either play cards or watch movies. Since Kyra, Cheyenne and Van moved out, the only person she had to talk to was Brock. Jake spent most of his time at his friends house. Every weekend he stayed with either Tommy or Billy, leaving Reba to spend her Saturdays with Brock. She knew they shouldn't spend so much time together but she couldn't help it. He was still her best friend. They understood each other. She could tell him anything. She was brought out of her thoughts when brock called out to her.

"Will It's complicated be ok?"

"Yeah sure." she quickly ordered their pizza and walked into the living room to join him. She sat on the couch next to him, and grabbed the dvd box from him. "What is this one about."

"Not sure. Never seen it."

15 minutes in and she couldn't contain her contempt." Who would start an affair with their Ex husband? Did she not learn the first time?"

"They were drunk Reba. A lot can happen when your drinking."

"I do not care how drunk I am, I would never." He turned and looked at her.

"Never..." he questioned.

"Never." At her last statement He scooted closer to her and practically boxed her in with his body.

"Are you 100% sure." His face was mere inches from hers. She didn't try to push him away, but she found herself unable to speak. He was in such close proximity she was burning up. She could feel the spark between them. She finally pulled herself from her thoughts when the doorbell rang.

"Pizza is here." he backed away from her and got up to answer the door. She fanned herself and tried to steady her breathing. Brock noticed her and he smiled. He saw the fire in her eyes when he was near her. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She was just too stubborn to admit it. He paid the delivery guy and took his seat on the couch.

"You want a beer?"

"If you don't mind."

"I don't. Ill be right back." She retrieved their beers and came back to join him." Now she's dating the architect?"

"Its just a movie Reba."

"Shes making a mistake."

"Just watch the damn movie. Next time you can pick the movie and I can order the pizza."

"Fine!"

As the credits rolled Reba turned to Brock.

"Who did she choose? Why did it end that way? Did she pick the architect or the Ex?"

"I think they want the audience to decide for themselves who she chooses."

"Well that's just dumb."

"It's just a movie Reba." he laughed.

"Still. I hate when movies end that way."

"Who do you think she chose?" he ask.

"The Ex." Brock looked surprised. "She had more chemistry with the ex. That and I always preferred Alec Baldwin over Steve Martin." he laughed. "Find another movie. I'm going to get some wine. You want some?"

"Sure"

"Ok. Ill be right back." it was getting late but neither wanted this night to end. He couldn't quite decide on a movie to watch. He was stuck between 2 choices. Texas Chainsaw Massacre or The Notebook. He finally decided on The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. He knew she'd kill him, but it was an excuse to get her in his arms.

"What did you pick?" she said as she rejoined him on the couch.

"Texas Chainsaw Massacre."

"You know how I feel about horror films."

"Afraid of a little Gore?" he teased.

"No. I just hate to watch anyone die in a movie." Really she just didn't like how they surprised you at the worst times and made you jump, or worse, scream.

"Ahh." she shrieked halfway through. She turned her head into brock shoulder. His arm lay across her shoulder. She was peeking through the hand that covered her face. "Is it over? Is she dead?"

"It is over. No she is not dead."

"You sure, cause I swear to God if you are lying..."

"I'm not lying. She got away from him Reba." she turned her head back to the television. She had yet to make a comment about his arm being draped across her shoulder. What was happening between them? She reach down for her wine glass and took a sip. This movie was making her anxious, and she couldn't concentrate with Brock so close. She put her wine down and sat back against her couch. She couldn't wait for the movie to be over. He was watching the movie when he felt her tense. He slowly began rubbing tiny circles on her back. When she seemed to calm at his touch he continued. She could feel his hands comforting her.

"what would it be like to kiss him?" she thought. She quickly shook her head. This couldn't happen. He was the Ex, but had been so long since she'd been with a man. He was her last. She had to pull herself out of this. He felt the shift in her body. "What is she thinking." he thought.

"I don't want to watch this anymore."

"What?"

"I don't want to watch this anymore. I'm getting tired." she got up off the couch. "Lock the door on your way out Brock."

"Ok Reba. You sure you are ok."

"Im fine Brock. Im just tired."

"Ok Reba. If you say so. Goodnight." He locked the front door and got in his car. What happened. She was fine one minute, defenses down. Then she put the walls back up. he wondered.
She was lying in bed going over the nights events. You cant have feelings for him. He destroyed you remember. It doesn't work like that. Does it?

He heard music as he stepped into the kitchen. She was listening to old country again. Conway. She must be in deep thought.

I made you a woman a long time ago
and I know your not sorry your eyes told me so
but I wanted to touch you I could not help myself
I made you a woman

"Reba!" he yelled to let her know he was here. She hurriedly cut her music off. He went into the living room.

"I like the music." he was going to tease her. "I made you a woman." he laughed

"Shut up Brock."

"I didn't know you still listened to him. I did you know."

"Yes I do. And what did you do?" he walked closer to her.

"I made you a woman." he looked at her and smirked.

"I'm not discussing this."

"What. Ashamed I was your first." He stood in front of her at the couch.

"Brock." she playfully pushed him and he fell onto the couch. She didn't expect him to pull her down with him, causing her to straddle him. She started to get up but he grabbed her wrist.

"Let me up Brock." she glared at him.

"Admit it Reba. I made you a woman." He let go of her wrist and pulled her body closer to his. She looked into his eyes. The fight was gone. She didn't try to get up. He leaned into her and whispered into her ear. "I was the first to hear you cry out in ecstasy." her heart was beating fast. She wanted him and the thought scared her. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. He saw desire, and a hint of fear." You remember Reba. I made love to you that night. You were so scared."

"Brock.." he silenced her with his hand. He raked his hand across her bare skin where her shirt and eased up a little. His hand resting on her hip. He looked into her eyes and he could see she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

"You want me Reba. As much as I want you." She snapped out of her thoughts and tried to get up. This couldn't happen.

"Your delusional." she tried to get up but he stopped her. He placed his hand behind her head and pulled her forward, crashing his mouth to hers. She wanted to fight him, but she couldn't. The feel of his lips on hers was driving her insane. So many sparks between the two. When she felt his tongue rake across her lip she opened her mouth to him. She responded fervently as their tongues dueled for dominance. His hands were roaming over her back as her own went to his chest. She had little control left. She wanted him. She was going to have sex with her ex husband.

"OH GOD!" the sound of Vans voice brought them up for air. Reba climbed off Brocks lap." My eyes."

"Doesn't anyone know how to knock." She was frustrated. Sexually and otherwise." Van looked at the two and began waving his hands between them.

"I did, but you two were so invested in jumping one another you never noticed."

"We were not jumping one another. It was a chaste kiss." Reba explained.

"Chaste... Mrs. H...Could you please tell Mr. H to put a pillow over his lap. He's standing at attention." Reba turned to see Brock, beat red with his hands across his lap. "What were you thinking."

"I wasn't thinking Van."

"Clearly. That's 2 minutes of my life I'll never get back. I cant unsee it."

"Van you are over reacting. Brock and I were talking and.."

"This is what happens when you talk? Id hate to see you when Y'all argue."

"Nothing happened Van. It was just a kiss."

"You are seriously going to say if I hadn't interrupted you guys weren't going to maul one another. People sit on that couch." Waving his hands dramatically at the couch Van sighed.

"It's my couch and I can do whoever on it."

"Oh god." Vans face was that of disgust."Ew. Your practically my mom."

"I meant whatever." Brock had mostly stayed silent until Reba had slipped up. He was now laughing hysterically. "This isn't funny Brock." she turned to Van. "Van you can not tell anyone."

"What?"

"You cant tell anyone. If the family found out it would divide them."

"Kind of like it would be if they found out it was you two in that video?"

"You know?"

"Yeah. Id know Mr H's nose anywhere. Then i caught a glimpse of your Red hair. I eventually ask the Bar owner. I told him not to tell anyone. Its just weird when your in laws are your age doing kinky stuff. Are you together?"

"No we aren't."

"Your at least using protection?"

"We aren't sleeping together."

"Yet."

"Never." she gave him a stern look.

"Eventually. Had I not walked in you two would be..."

"Whoa that's enough. I am not discussing this with my son in law. Just promise you'll keep quiet."

"I won't tell anyone. Next time though, please move this upstairs. I sit here sometimes."

"Van you are an adult. Start acting like one. We got caught up in the moment, that is all. Old feelings don't just disappear overnight."

"Its been like 7 years Mrs. H. Should there still be old feelings?" Reba didn't know what to say to that.

"Brock! You could be of assistance here."

"Why me? You two were doing a great job by yourselves. Maybe I should go." He stood up to leave.

"Just great. Doing what you always do. Running away." At her words he turned to face her.

"What's that supposed to mean. Huh." Van stood in silence. he didn't know what to do.

"Every time things get a little too intense you always take the easy way out."

"Well yeah. I can not deal with you like this." The more they argued the closer they got to one another. Their faces were mere inches apart.

"Guys I think you should let it go."

"Shut up Van." They said in unison.

"Don't tell him to shut up." Reba yelled.

"You did too."

"I have a right. The boy is my son."

"He is not Reba. He is your son in law."

"Same difference. Just shut up Brock."

"Guys im just going to go." Van began walking out. They never noticed him making an escape. Both were so caught up in their fight they never realized he had left.

" See. I can't talk to you when you are like this. You always think you can make orders and everyone is just supposed to follow whatever queen Reba says." He started toward the front door but she followed him.

"Queen Reba?" she got in front of him before he could open the door.

"Yes. The most stubborn woman in Texas." She refused to move from her spot."Reba unless you want something to happen, move."

"Oh yeah. What are you gonna do Brock. hit me?" she challenged him.

"Reba. Last chance." She looked into his eyes. She didn't see anger. She saw something else. She was shocked as she felt her back hit the back of the door and his mouth take hers. Lust had replaced his anger. He had pushed her against the door and his hands were roaming her body. An involuntary moan escaped her as she felt his hand slide under her shirt. He withdrew his hand from its current spot and broke the kiss looking at her. She thought he was going to walk away but he ripped her shirt, sending the buttons flying. She stood there. her shirt open revealing her red lace bra. He took her lips once again. She could feel his tongue against her lips, begging for entrance. She opened her mouth to him. She felt the shirt slide from her body as he removed it. She needed to feel his skin on hers. She undid the buttons from his shirt sliding it from his body. He undid the button to her jeans and slipped a hand inside. He broke the kiss and began to feather kisses on her neck. He smiled as he heard her moan when his fingers found her most sensitive spot. She couldn't take much more. She unzipped his pants and took him into her hand. When he withdrew his hand from her pants she whimpered, but not before she felt her pants leave her body. He stood back and looked at her. standing in nothing but her bra and panties. He made quick work of his pants and turned to Reba. Taking her mouth in a searing kiss he undid her bra. He then watched as it fell. He pulled her toward him. Leading her to the couch. He finally removed the only barrier that stood between them. Their underwear. She had anticipated he would lay her on the couch. Instead he turned her and bent her over the armrest.

"Brock. What are you.." she gasped as he entered her. He didn't move right away. He let her adjust to him. He smiled as he heard her say "Oh God." He then began to move. Slowly at first, so he didn't hurt her. She was already so wet. He began to pick up his pace after a while. She gasped when he grasp her hair and slightly pulled. She yelped when he smacked her ass. "ah" They were close. so close. she could feel the intensity building. He was pounding so fast she could not contain her moans. She knew he was close as well. The breaking point was when he reach his hand around her waist and found her most sensitive area. He stroked the bundle of nerves with his fingers. Her body had began to tremble. She was close as was he. Her body began to convulse and her walls began to contract. Sending them both over the edge. He pulled himself out of her and then flipped her over. pulling her into a kiss. When he broke the kiss they just stared at one another. Both were drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. He laid his forehead on hers.

"Damn Reba."

"I know."
Ring Ring Ring

She started to answer it but he stopped her. "Let it go. The answering machine will get it."

Beep. Hey mom. Just thought id let you know I'm on my way home. Ill be there in 5. Love you. Bye."
" oh dear god. We have to get dressed. This room is a mess. Not a word brock." When she bent to retrieve her underwear off the floor brock slapped her ass." Do not do that again."
"Didn't seem to mind it a few minutes ago." she glared making quick work of putting her clothes on.

"It was different then."

"Why? Cause you were horny." he said putting on his clothes.

"No! just shut up brock." she said blushing.
She heard the car pull up just as hey finished tidying up the room. He grabbed her for one last quick kiss. She pushed him away and moved to stand beside him. The door opened to reveal Jake.

"Hey Mom. Dad, I didn't know you were here."

"Yeah. Your dad is selling his condo. We were in the office when you called."

"Your selling the condo."

"Yeah son. Your mom was helping me. She's been bending over backwards to help me." the last remark earned him a elbow to the rib. He reach behind her and squeezed her ass.

"I'm sure your father would love to tell you about it."

"Well actually mom, I got to run. I'm going to Billy's house. He called on the way over. I just need a change of clothes."

"Alright. Tell Billy's mom i said hi. Don't do anything stupid. Call me if you need me." she yelled out to him as he bounded the stairs. Then she turned to brock.

"Bended over backwards to help me. " she slapped his arm as he smirked.

"You were great Reba. I cant wait to do it again. Although next time..." he stepped closer to whisper in her ear. "I want you tied up in the bedroom, screaming as your orgasm rips through you. I'm going to make you scream my name." she gasped

"There will be no such times."

"You'll see Reba. Its fun."

"Never." When she heard footsteps she turned to see Jake coming down the stairs.

"Bye Mom."

"Bye son. Call me if you need me." She watched as he walked out the door then turned to Brock.

"We are not going to talk about this anymore, because we wont be doing this anymore."

"Why not?"

"A million reasons why not!"

"Give me one."

"I don't want to."

"Your lying."

"Doesn't matter. This.." she waved her hands between them. "Can not happen. If the kids found out."

"Is that what you are worried about? The kids."

"Yeah, and you should too."

"I do. What if we just kept it a secret."

"Thats absurd. We would be what exactly? Friends with benefits?"

"Yes."

"No."

"Come on Reba. We are both divorced. We can even date other people. When we want to fool around we can. No strings attached."

"No strings?"

"Nope."

"If we do this there will be rules."

"Rules Reba. Come on."

"Rules or nothing."

"What are they." he sighed.

" If people get suspicious we quit. We do not do anything that isn't agreed upon by us both."

"Is this about what I said about tying you up?"

"Yes and moving on. If we date other people, we have to disclose whether we slept with them or not."

"Fair enough.I have one rule to add."

"But.."

"No buts. When we are together we do not not talk about, nor fight about, any issues we had in the past."

"Deal."