I don't own Reba or any of the character in this story right now. They belong to the writers of the REBA TV show.

In the next scene, Reba is lying on the bed, wearing a blue and white football jersey with the number 24 on it. Lori Ann's voice could be heard from behind the video camera as she was filming. "I'm filming this so I can't be the one taking the pictures."

"Who's going to take the pictures? This is important. This is one of my wedding presents to Mike," Reba pointed out.

"I called Brock up here to do it," Lori Ann responded teasingly.

"You didn't! You called Brock up here to take pictures of me wearing nothing Mike's high school football jersey and my panties?"

"Yep!" Lori Ann said, laughing.

"You are so bad! Are you sure that there isn't someone else to do this?"

"I could call Terry. Would that be better?"

"No! That would be so wrong! I definitely don't want him to see me half-naked. He still thinks that he's in love with me and I'm marrying his brother. Brock can do it. I just don't want to give him any ideas."

"Leave that to me. I have plans for him after the wedding."

"I knew it! You like him."

"He's a man. He's breathing. He's sexy. And after the wedding, he'll be the most sexually frustrated man on the planet."

"Sexually frustrated?"

"That boy wants you so bad and you're all laid out for him on the bed like a Playboy Playmate. After tomorrow night, you'll be off limits. He's got it bad for you."

"No, he doesn't. Having him take the pictures was your idea."

"Yes, he does. I've got eyes and video proof. He would've taken you right there on the floor the other night if you had let him. That's why I think that this is so funny."

"You would. Let's get this over with."

Brock came into the room and Lori Ann explained about the pictures. He stood there staring at Reba.

"Stop staring at me, you moron! Just take the pictures. The film has to be developed tonight so I can give them to Mike tomorrow."

"I'll take them myself right after we're done, honey. I promise," Brock responded.

"Don't call me that. I'm not okay with you calling me honey, but I guess it would be okay if you help me out with the pictures. Just burn the negatives when you're done," Reba instructed.

"It will be my pleasure, honey. Sorry, Reba." Brock said gently.

"I bet it'll be your pleasure," Lori Ann remarked.

"Lori Ann! Brock, just take the pictures, please. I feel very uncomfortable right now like this."

"Don't worry about it. I can do this. I've done this before and I can be very professional about it. Just relax and think about Mike, okay? You look beautiful," Brock remarked tenderly.

Brock called out some instructions to Reba for different poses in the pictures. The tension in the room subsided.

"So, what are you girls going to be up to tonight?"

"Just a little partying. We've got fake ids. We're gonna go out and have some fun."

"Mike got us some of those, too. We're gonna to have a blast at the bachelor party!"

"She doesn't want to know any of the details. They have an agreement. It's a freebie night."

"What's a freebie night?"

"We're young and entering into a lifetime commitment tomorrow. I am trying to be an understanding woman. I told Mike that he could have one last night out with the guys. No questions asked. Whatever he does is none of my business. I know that you're taking him to a strip club. I don't want to know the rest," Reba explained as she got off the bed.

"You're kidding, right?"

Reba crossed the room and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"Believe me, she's not. She's letting him sow wild oats for the last time or something like that."

"That's interesting. Why would you want to let him do that?"

"Because I understand how men are. I know the recipe for a successful marriage. There are rules."

"Rules? Are you kidding?"

"She's not. She's got a list."

"You are a very strange woman. You know that?"

"Do you hear Mike complaining?"

Brock started laughing. Reba smiled.

"I'm worth it, you know. We're going to be together for the next sixty or seventy years or so."

"You've got a lifetime sentence planned for the poor guy who plans to marry you."

Reba smacked him upside the head. "Hey, I'm going to make him very happy. Marriage is not a jail sentence. It can be the most wonderful way to spend the rest of your life in the arms of the person that you love."

"I guess so if you plan to dress like that for him all the time," Brock teased.

Reba looked down at the jersey and blushed.

"I forgot that I was dressed like this. I've got to get ready. Mike is going to be here soon. The pictures are supposed to be a surprise."

Reba ran out of the room into the bathroom.

"Why'd she disappear so fast? What's up? We're supposed to be leaving for the bachelor party in an hour."

"That's all the time that she needs. Believe me."

"What do you girls have planned now?"

"Reba knows better than to send Mike out for a freebie night without reminding him of what he's got waiting for him at home."

Reba walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a long white lace and chiffon Charmeuse satin gown with low criss-cross straps and a sheer robe over her shoulders and a white floral hair crown.

Brock stood there with his mouth agape. "You can sign me up for that lifetime sentence right now."

"No way! I pity the woman who gets stuck in a lifetime sentence with you. You are a womanizing scoundrel. You're going to be a dentist, right? Your poor wife is going to be sitting at home while you are at the office screwing around with the receptionist or the dental hygienist."

"She's got you there, Brock. My wife is very smart." Mike said as he entered the room.

Reba beamed a big smile at Mike. "Hi." Reba greeted softly.

"Hey, Sal. You ready?" Mike asked.

Reba nodded. "You can finish taking a couple of pictures of me and then me with Mike. Then you can take off and get them developed for us," Reba said to Brock.

Brock nodded. "You want to go get a quick bite to eat, Lori Ann?"

"Nope. I gotta stay here and film them."

Brock's mouth flew open again. Mike laughed. "We're not doing anything like that. I wish that I could tell you what's going on but I've been sworn to secrecy by my bride. I'll tell you about it tomorrow night."

"You're going to be too busy for that tomorrow night, dear," Reba reminded playfully as she ran her fingers up and down Mike's arm. "Just take the pictures, Brock."

Brock took a couple of shots of the happy couple and another couple of shots of Reba alone.

"Brock, would you like to join me for a drink later? Reba and I will probably be done around midnight. The bride is going to need her beauty sleep for the big day." Lori Ann offered.

"Sure, that'll be great. I'll meet you down in the hotel lounge," Brock answered before taking the camera and leaving the room.

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