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WEDDING COUNTDOWN: 2 weeks

Suze's POV

In order to celebrate the fact that I had just finished my junior year in college,Jesse insisted on dinner and a movie. It didn't, of course, take much convincing.

While we were sitting in the almost emptytheaterwaiting for the movie to start, Jesse asked quite a startling question.

"What's the big deal with the Bacholer's party? That's all Jerry's been talking about."

We were sitting on the top row. Well, I was laying down with my head on Jesse's lap (Don't worry, I could see the screen.) I was looking up at Jesse, who was slowly turning my heart into silly putty by stroking my hair,when he asked this question. That's when I couldn't help but burst into laughter. I wasn't laughing at the question. It was an honest question. I was laughing because I had no clue how to explain bacholer parties.

"Um... well..." I said, searching for the right words to say. "Its a party that best men throw for the guy getting married. You basically just get drunk and enjoy your last night of freedom." I then added, under my breath. "With a stripper..."

"WHAT!" Jesse shouted. I expected to hear alot of shushing around the theater, but we were pretty early.

"Just tell Jerry you don't want a stripper. I'm sure he'll listen." I said, sitting up. Cuddling up to him, I pulled his lips to mine, needing to feel them on mine. He turned his body to face me better, wrapping me into his strong embrace. The already incredible kiss slowly grew into a full on french fest. But it was cut off by the sound a chuckling near the entrance of the theater. Jesse and I both turned to face two giggling 13 year olds. Both male. Followed by a group of teenage girls walking in.

Jesse and I both pulled apart. The crowd was coming in. Crap.

Jesse's POV

The next day at work, I pulled Jerry aside. There was no possible way I was going to allow a... stripper at a party. It's just wrong to have a womanbe displayed like it's some sort of dog show or something. It's just wrong. Besides, the only body I care to see is Susannah's. After marrige, of course.

"Aw... C'mon, man. It's a bacholor party! It expects naked women! We don't want to dissapoint the party and it's guests, do we?" He pleaded.

"My party, my choice." I told Jerry, who let out a defeated sigh.

"Fine, Fine. No strippers. But were having alot of beer so the guests forget about the injustice of this no stripper bacholer party." Then he walked off to treat a six year old girl. (A/N: Is it just me, or does 2 pediatricians talking about strippers at work seem kinda odd?)

I know, it's short. But that's mainly a buffer. I'm gonna move along in the next chappy to the rehursal dinner.Don't worry, ya'll will know what happened at the partys:-D.

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