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. I also have no rights to the soap opera, Another World.
For anyone who is confused, it is a private joke between Mike and Reba to have the pet names. Reba calls Mike "Jack" and Mike calls Reba "Sally". They've actually been doing that for a long time.
Previously- Mike pulled out his fake i.d. and Reba pulled out hers. "I'm Jack Collins. Pleased to meet you, darlin'." Mike stated, holding out his hand to shake.
"I'm Sally McEntire and you're the sexiest man that I've ever met." Reba declared, taking his hand and pulling him into a kiss. "Have fun, but not too much fun. Okay?"
"Don't worry, darlin'. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll be the one at the chapel in the tuxedo with the big grin."
Now on with our story-
The scene was black. Lori Ann's voice came on to narrate.
Lori Ann's Narration-
Reba and I went out that night. She was drinking, flirting, and dancing. Around 11:30 p.m., Brock crashed our little party.
While Lori Ann's narration continued, Brock was reminded of the memories of that night also.
He approached Lori Ann to ask how Reba was doing. She was acting totally unlike herself. She was visibly drunk. He didn't want to upset Reba by making her think that he was crashing her bachelorette party. This was madness. It was 11:30 and he was supposed to be meeting Lori Ann at midnight after Reba went to her room. He just had to check on her and make sure that she was okay. He was standing at the bar, trying to be discreet. Lori Ann noticed him and nodded to him, then Reba showed up at the bar. She ordered a Tahitian Sunset. She took a sip and looked at him.
"Hi, there! Would you like to dance?" Reba asked.
Brock stood there, stunned. Reba was asking him to dance. "How much did she have to drink?" he wondered to himself.
"I'm Sally. What's your name?" Reba asked.
Brock chuckled. "What is going on with her?" he wondered. "My name is John."
"Do you want to dance with me?" Reba asked again.
"Absolutely, honey." Brock took her onto the dance floor and held her in his arms for a slow dance.
After that, they continued to dance and flirt. Reba finished her drink and Brock finished drinking his beer. She went to order another drink. Lori Ann walked up to the bar.
"Don't let her order another one. She's had too much to drink already."
"I've noticed."
"Hey, Lori Ann. How're you doing?"Reba slurred.
"You've had enough to drink. Let's get you back to the room, okay?" Lori Ann urged.
"But I'm having fun and this is it for me. I never get to do this again. I just met this really cute guy and I want to stay out longer. He looks like that guy who plays Sandy on Another World. Why is the room starting to spin?"
"Come on, honey. Let's get you back to your room," Brock urged.
Lori Ann and Brock helped a now stumbling Reba upstairs to the hotel room that she shared with Lori Ann. Brock carried Reba into the room.
"I really like you. You're strong." Reba murmured. She reached out to touch his hair and put her lips on his. Brock was so shocked that he lost his footing. They fell onto the bed. Brock was on top of Reba. Reba continued to kiss him. "You're like a fantasy," she whispered.
Lori Ann's voice interrupted them. "She has absolutely no idea what she is doing or saying."
Brock quickly got off Reba.
"Lori Ann, I'm gonna be sick."Reba moaned.
Brock grabbed Reba up quickly and got her to the bathroom. He held her hair until she got sick. When she was finished, he picked her up again. He placed her back down on the bed.
"You're like the perfect guy," she said before passing out. Brock's flashback ended.
The next scene began with Reba franticly trying to get ready for her wedding. Reba has a green clay mask on her face and Lori Ann has a black mud mask on her face. The camera was on a tripod while the girls worked together to get things ready in the honeymoon suite. There was a knock on the door. Reba answered.
Reba groaned. "What do you want?"
Brock responded, "Well good morning to you, sunshine."
"I look like the bride of Godzilla and I have a killer hangover. I am not exactly the picture of beauty right now," Reba stated.
"You didn't look like the picture of beauty last night when you were throwing up in the bathroom," Lori Ann said.
"Shut up, Lori Ann! Okay, Brock. I had way too much to drink last night. Why don't do run along and tell Mike all about his ugly hung-over bride?" Reba countered.
"I just came by to see if there was anything that you needed. The wedding is in a few hours. I just wanted to help you out. Mike is doing fine without me so I decided to see what you girls were up to," Brock explained.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot that you two had a date last night. How did it go?" Reba inquired.
"Fine, if you think that taking care of a drunk friend is a great idea for a date," Lori Ann revealed.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for you to miss your date," Reba responded.
"I didn't miss the date. He showed up and we had to carry you up to the room after you tried to refuse to go upstairs. When you got back to the room, we had to help you while you got sick all over the bathroom," Lori Ann retorted.
"I'm so ashamed of myself. I don't normally drink like that. In fact, I won't get to drink or smoke for a long time after today," Reba replied.
"It's okay, Reba. It wasn't that big of a deal. So you're giving up drinking and smoking," Brock said.
"It's bad to do when you're pregnant," Reba explained.
Brock started coughing and choking. "Are you pregnant?"
"No, but I will be after tonight," Reba stated.
"Mike got rid of all of Reba's protection so these two actually plan to get pregnant tonight," Lori Ann explained.
"Really? So what are you ladies up to right now?" Brock asked.
"Preparing the room for the wedding night. Reba wants it to be perfect," Lori Ann replied.
"I just want things to be nice. It's not just my wedding night. It's the night that I'm going to lose my virginity and the first time that Mike and I make love," Reba stated.
"She even has a list for what she wants," Lori Ann revealed. She handed the list to Brock.
Reba's face turned crimson. "There's no need to be embarrassed. I understand how important this must be for you," Brock commented.
Reba smiled warmly. "Thank you. At last, someone understands the importance of this. Go pick up two dozen pink roses."
"Why?" Brock asked.
"Those are her favorite flowers. She wants to spread the petals on the bed and decorate the room with them," Lori Ann explained.
"Yep, we even got satin sheets for the bed," Reba declared proudly.
Lori Ann blew up condoms to hang up around the room to be funny. Reba laid out her variety of lingerie. Brock returned with the roses and sprinkled them on the bed, as per Reba's instructions. Reba ordered room service with goodies to be placed in the refrigerator in the suite. She ordered strawberries, chocolate sauce, whipped cream, grapes, and champagne. She put lotions and body oils on the nightstand near the bed. She placed scented candles around the room.
"That ought to do it. What do you think, Brock? Too girly?" Reba inquired.
"No, you only get one chance at a first time. Yours should be special just the way that you want it to be," he answered.
"Lori Ann, we've got to hurry to make our appointment on time at the salon," Reba reminded, "We're getting our hair, makeup, and nails done for the big event."
"Reba, you might want to do something about your faces first before you rush out of here," Brock teased.
The next scene came on. Reba was standing in the chapel in her wedding dress. The white dress was a matte satin scoop neck gown has wide straps. The dropped waist bodice has embroidery and beading that repeats at the hemline. The back features pleats and a v-back and chapel length train. The veil was made of soft tulle and box pleated organza with hem lace, sequins and beading. It attached with a metal comb. She was wearing white satin bridal shoes with a 3/4" inch flat heel and pleated toe. Mike was wearing a tuxedo with a black double-breasted shawl lapel, primetime silver vest, white wing collar shirt, black round-toe shoes and a white and silver stud and cufflinks set.
The organ began playing the Wedding March. Reba started down the aisle of the chapel. Her eyes were locked on Mike's as she walked. Just before she reached her destination, her eyes drifted to Lori Ann, Brock, and the rest of their friends. She smiled proudly and reached Mike. They joined hands and the ceremony began. They began to say their vows when Mike's ex-girlfriend, Kim entered the chapel.
"Stop the wedding! Mike, I have to talk to you," Kim began.
"Kim, what are you doing here at our wedding?" Reba asked. Her eyes blazed with anger.
"Mike, you can't marry her. I'm pregnant," Kim responded tearfully.
"Reba, I'm going to talk to her for just a little bit and then I'll be back. It's going to be okay," Mike said soothingly.
Mike went into a private room with Kim.
Reba's eyes filled with tears. "This is not how my wedding day was supposed to be like," she said, sobbing.
"I'm sure that everything will be fine. He'll be back and you two will get married as planned," Lori Ann commented.
"Did you know about this?" Reba asked Brock.
"Honey, I'm just as shocked as you are," Brock replied.
Mike came back to talk to Reba. "We can't get married. She's having my baby and I have to marry her."
Reba slapped Mike in the face. "I can't believe this. You're choosing to marry a woman that you don't love who claims to be pregnant instead of marrying the woman you love. There are options here. I will love and support you through this, but don't make this mistake. Please, Mike. Let's go back up to the room and talk."
"I'm sorry, Reba. I'm not going to prolong the pain for either of us. We have to end things now before we hurt each other more. At least we don't have to worry about getting divorced."
"We were supposed to grow old together! I can't believe that you would do this to me."
Reba stormed off back up the aisle to the private room to get her head together. Lori Ann followed. Reba was pacing back and forth. The friend holding the video camera ran up the aisle behind them.
"I have to figure out a way to get Mike up to the suite. If I can get him up there, then nature will take its course. We'll be together tonight and tomorrow we'll face this thing together." Reba plotted.
"What if you can't?" Lori Ann reasoned.
"Then I'll make Mike jealous. I'll flirt with the first guy that I see. I know what you're thinking. If that doesn't work, then I'm going to have the night that I planned. He doesn't deserve the gift that I've been saving for him. I'll just pick the first available guy, take him to the suite, and get it over with." Reba explained in a desperate voice.
There was a knock on the door. Brock entered the room.
"Is everything okay in here?" he asked.
"Just peachy," Reba replied sarcastically.
Lori Ann laughed. "This is priceless. He's the first guy that you see. Ask him."
"Shut up, Lori Ann. No way! I'm not asking him. I'd rather ask a stranger," Reba responded.
"Ask me what?" Brock interrupted.
"To sleep with her. Reba is looking to get some revenge tonight." Lori Ann replied.
Brock started coughing and choking.
"See, he doesn't want me any more than I want him. I have to figure out a way to get Mike back or make him crazy with jealousy."
Reba started to leave the room and the chapel. Her group of friends followed.
The scene was black. Lori Ann's voice came on to narrate.
Lori Ann's Narration-
Poor Reba tried very hard to get Mike into the suite, but he figured out her plan and didn't want any part of it. Reba was fuming mad. She wanted revenge. Mike declared their unofficial marriage officially over. She went downstairs to the lounge to get roaring drunk. She was once again flirting and dancing with any guy she could. I tried to get her up to the room. She wouldn't listen to reason. I left and she stayed. I didn't see her until the next morning when she franticly entered the room.
The next scene came on. Reba was pacing back and forth in her black lingerie, which consisted of long black lace and chiffon Charmeuse satin gown with low criss-cross straps and a sheer robe over her shoulders just like the white one that she wore for Mike.
"Reba, what's wrong? Are you sick from the many Passion Margaritas that you had to drink last night?" Lori Ann asked.
Reba shook her head. "I also did a few Tequila shots, but that's beside the point. I woke up this morning with a strange man in bed with me."
"Reba, you planned for that to happen. You should've known that there would be a strange man in your bed this morning."
"I was mad. I said and did some stupid things. I don't want to do anything to hurt Mike. I still love him. I'm going to talk to him this morning. But first, you have to promise not to tell anyone what I am about to tell you."
"I promise. I promise. Now spill!"
Reba held up her left hand. There was a plain gold wedding band on her ring finger.
"I think that I got married last night. I woke up this morning with this ring on my finger."
"Reba, that's just Mike's ring."
"No, I put Mike's ring in the drawer. See?" Reba opened the dresser drawer to show Lori Ann the ring. "There was a marriage license in the names of Sally McEntire and John Smith on the nightstand. The guy was fast asleep. I didn't even look at him. I got dressed fast, grabbed the rest of my clothes, and I got here as fast as I could."
There was a knock at the door. Reba answered the door.
"Good morning, honey! I thought that you might like some breakfast. What's wrong?" Brock asked. He entered the room pushing a cart of food delivered from room service.
"Oh thank goodness, it's only Brock." Reba started pacing the room again. "I'm in so much trouble."
"Calm down and let's see if we can figure this out," Brock said gently.
"Apparently I had a really wild night last night. I threw my underwear on the stage at a Tom Jones concert last night. I drank so much that I can hardly remember anything. I drank enough tequila and margaritas to get three people wasted. I let some strange guy do tequila body shots off my stomach. I woke up naked with a stranger. I'm hung-over. Mike is going to be so mad when he finds out," Reba explained.
"Why are you worried about Mike? He broke up with you," Brock asked.
"I love him and I can't lie to him about this. What if he ever found out that I kept this from him?" Reba responded.
Lori Ann giggled.
"What is so funny?" Reba demanded.
"You actually lost your virginity last night. I guess that John Smith is off-limits to me now, huh?"
"I need a cigarette." Reba remarked, sitting down on the bed. "How did I let this happen? How did you get this happen?"
"Hey, I tried to get you to go back to the room. You refused. You had already set your sights on revenge. There was no stopping you," Lori Ann explained. Lori Ann handed Reba the cigarette. "So how was it?"
"What I can remember was great. I felt things that I have never felt before. It was hot, wild, and passionate. It was better than I even imagined. I can't believe that I picked up a stranger in a bar like that."
"What exactly do you remember?" Brock asked with a smirk.
"This is not funny. I know that you find this amusing. I'm just a great big slut now, right?" Reba lashed back at Brock. "Lori Ann, you have to go down to the suite and empty my stuff out of there. Go downstairs and check me out of that room. Make sure that the guy is gone, okay? If he's still there, tell him that I already went home. Please?"
There was a knock on the door. Lori Ann kept the chain on the door and opened it slightly.
"Lori Ann, let me in. I have to talk to Reba."
"Hold on a minute. Reba, it's Mike."
Reba put the cigarette out quickly. She ran into the closet and put on a robe. Lori Ann pointed to her hand. Reba quickly got the ring off and put it in the drawer. She sat down on the bed by the breakfast food and started drinking a glass of orange juice.
Lori Ann opened the door and Mike walked into the room. "Hi, Sal."
"Hi. What are you doing here?" Reba asked.
"I needed to talk to you. Things ended really badly yesterday. I wanted to see how you were doing. We need to sort some things out." Mike replied. He put the red rose that he was holding on the breakfast cart. "What are you doing here?" he asked Brock.
"I brought the girls some breakfast. I wanted to see how they were doing. Reba was in bad shape yesterday."
"I know. I did not expect Kim to show up like that. She is demanding that I marry her or she will abort the baby. I actually have to marry her, Sal. I can't let her kill my child."
"Where does that leave us?" Reba asked.
"I don't know." Mike responded. Reba started crying and Mike sat down next to her and put his arms around her. "I'm so sorry, darlin'. I never thought that this would happen to us."
"I know. What's going to happen to me? I moved into your apartment. I have no place to live, no family, and my job is working for your family at the bar. Jack, what am I going to do without you? We planned to spend the rest of our lives together."
"The apartment was always meant to be ours. I'll never live there with Kim. I'm going to get a new place with Kim after we get back. You can stay in the apartment. I'm marrying Kim, instead of you so your dad will cool off eventually and you'll have your parents back in your life. You can look for a new job when we get back home."
Reba looked at Mike with defiance. "I am not losing my job and my husband. You can't fire me. I haven't done anything that's worth being fired over. I'm going to keep working there and you are going to deal with that."
"What am I going to tell Kim about that?"
"You can tell her that she's just going to have to trust you. We can work together without anything happening. We were friends for years without much of anything going on, especially at work."
"You're really putting me in a tight spot here, Sal. Please try to understand," Mike pleaded.
"Try to understand that I have to watch you marry another woman. I've lost everything important to me. I lost a husband, but most importantly I lost my best friend."
"Hey, I'm your best friend," Lori Ann commented.
"There are things that I trusted him with that I'd never tell anyone. I bared my soul to him. I am losing my soul mate."
"I'm still here, you know. What if we went on just like we did before? We could still be best friends."
"I'll think about it. How are we getting home?"
"I'm driving home with Kim. You could ride home with us, but I'm afraid of that being too awkward for you."
"Really? How thoughtful," Reba commented. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.
"I'll rent a car and drive the girls home, Mike." Brock offered.
"I bet you will. You've been waiting for this. Don't think that I haven't noticed the way that you act around her," Mike remarked.
"Don't you make this about him? You did this to us. He didn't do anything. We'd be married right now if you hadn't decided to be with Kim. He had nothing to do with that. In fact, I'm perfectly capable of moving on myself without any help from either of you. When I said that I lost everything, I meant it. I used the suite last night."
Mike's face was filled with shock and dismay. He stood up and faced her. "What did you do?"
"In light of our renewed friendship, I feel that I should be completely honest with you. "I got drunk, picked up a guy in a bar, brought him back to the suite, and had sex with him."
"You didn't. You couldn't have."
"I decided to just get the whole thing over with. You don't want the wholesome girl next door anymore. Nobody does. Men make decisions based on sex and needs. I didn't want to be an inexperienced virgin anymore. You didn't want that type of gift. You're marrying a slut. You're marrying a girl who slept with you after knowing you seven days. Do you think that I forgot about that?"
"You're not that type of girl."
"I was last night. I had a one-night stand. Lots of girls, including Lori Ann, do that type of thing all the time. Why should I be any different? I had sex. It didn't mean anything. I left first thing this morning, just before the guy woke up. I made things very easy and uncomplicated. I really should hate you right now. I couldn't even look myself in the mirror this morning, but then again I really couldn't even look myself in the mirror last night after we left the chapel before it happened either," Reba declared tearfully.
Mike opened his arms and Reba walked right into his embrace.
"What a pair we are. I got drunk and had sex with the wrong girl because I thought that you shouldn't be with me. You got drunk and had sex with the wrong guy because you thought that I didn't want to be with you."
Reba looked into his eyes. "Are you really going through with it? Do we really have to spend the rest of our lives apart?"
"I don't know what else to do. I love you, but I have to take responsibility for my actions. We'll always be there for each other, okay? I can't imagine not having you to talk to and share things with."
"Does Kim know that?"
"Kim knows what she's getting into. She knows that this is a marriage of convenience."
"I actually feel sorry for the tramp. Actually, no I don't. I can't. I just feel so empty at the thought of living without you."
"You'll always be in my heart, Sal."
"Same here, Jack."
"I've got to go. Kim is waiting for me. I'll see you soon."
Mike released Reba from the embrace, kissed her on the cheek, and walked out the door. Reba collapsed down on the bed in tears. Brock sat down on the bed next to her and tried to comfort her.
"This hurts a lot more than it did yesterday. I feel like my heart is broken. Revenge didn't make this any easier like I thought that it would."
"Honey, most people don't even marry their first loves. You get a chance to live on your own terms and decide who you are going to be. Eighteen is a really young age to be getting married anyway," Brock commented.
"I spent four years loving him, planning to be with him. I don't have any other plans now. I guess I need to figure things out."
"That's right, honey. You're going to be okay." Brock said soothingly.
"He's right. You can have any guy that you want. Just think of that great guy that you were with last night. What did he look like?" Lori Ann remarked.
Reba gave a slight smile. "He had dark blonde hair, strong arms, and bedroom eyes. You saw him before."
"When?"
"Night before last at the bachelorette party. I was flirting with him at the bar when I went to get another Tahitian Sunset. I don't actually remember much after the third drink, but I do remember that. I think that I remember you trying to get me to leave, but I'm not sure."
"Brock, can I talk to you for a second?"
The scene ended there. The next scene came on. Reba was holding a pregnancy test and was pacing the floor. "What am I going to do, Lori Ann? My parents are furious. I can't stay here. I have to leave town. I was wanting to anyway. I didn't want to watch Mike marry Kim so I found a family that would hire me as a nanny over in Ada. They have school age children that I can take care of in the afternoons, nights, and weekends. I can get a waitress job part-time during the day and I can still go to classes at East Central University part-time. I'll quit waitressing when the baby is born. This seems to be the only way that I can work and stay with the baby once it's born. "
"So you're just going to go off and do this all alone," Lori Ann remarked.
"I can't stay here. Everyone in town knows that Mike and I went to Vegas. There are rumors and whispers about what happened. I don't want Mike blamed for my mistake. My father is ready to shoot first and ask questions later."
"Where are you going to live?"
"The nanny job is a live-in position. They hired me knowing about the pregnancy. I told them that there was a brief marriage and a divorce. I'm going to wear the ring from Vegas. There's nothing else to do. I got pregnant from a stranger and I left the next morning before he woke up. I don't even know if John Smith was his real name."
"That's the smartest thing that you've said so far."
"Lori Ann, that's just mean. We'll still see each other. You'll come visit me in Ada. We'll talk on the phone. I'll only be two counties over. I can't come back here. I don't want anyone to find out that I'm pregnant."
"Reba, stay here and don't move. You can't leave until I get back, okay? I'll be right back." Lori Ann ordered.
Reba had her coat and suitcase ready in the living room. Lori Ann ran back up the stairs to the apartment a short time later, followed by Mike and Brock.
Mike rushed over to where Reba was standing. "You're leaving? Where are you going, darlin'? What's wrong? Lori Ann said that you had something important to tell us."
"I have something important to tell you. But first, I've got to ask you if you would still be marrying Kim if she weren't pregnant,"
"You know the answer to that."
"Okay. What if the situation got a little more complicated? What if you and I had actually had sex the night that you proposed and I happened to get pregnant?"
"I don't know how to answer that."
"Okay. What if I were in trouble, serious trouble?"
Mike took Reba in his arms. "You can tell me anything. Whatever it is, I'll be there for you."
"I didn't plan on telling you this. I'm pregnant. If you really wanted to help me, you'd marry me and raise the baby with me."
"I can't do that. I can't turn my back on my own child."
"I see things clearly now. You'll never be able to love my child because it isn't yours. It's good to know. I'm leaving town. I've got a job and I'm leaving to have the baby on my own. Goodbye, Jack." Reba said, pulling out of his arms.
"Will you talk some sense into her, Brock?" Lori Ann urged.
"Reba, I'll marry you." Brock declared.
"Are you kidding me? I'm not marrying someone I don't love just because I'm pregnant.
We'd be miserable. This isn't your responsibility. It's mine. I've got a job and a place to live. I'm going to raise the baby on my own. I can be a single mother. This isn't the 1950's, you know?"
"I know that. Can't we sit down and talk about this?"
"Nope, I'm leaving. Thanks for the offer. It's more than he was willing to do," Reba acknowledged. She hugged Brock.
"At least tell me where are you going?" Brock asked.
Reba shook her head. "I'm not telling either of you. I'm leaving town and I'm not coming back. Don't look at Lori Ann because she's not telling you either."
The scene was black. Lori Ann's voice came on to narrate.
Lori Ann's Narration-
Reba got in her car and drove away. I finally gave in to pressure from the guys and told them where Reba was about six months later. She was having trouble with the pregnancy. She was suffering from pre-eclampsia. Brock proposed again and Reba agreed to think about it. Brock was hopeful until Mike showed up at the hospital.
The next scene came on. Reba was sitting in the hospital room in labor with Brock by her side. Mike came into the room.
"I came as soon as I heard, Sal. How're you doing?"
"How does it look like I'm doing, you moron? I'm in labor and it's too early to deliver the baby, but my blood pressure is too high to keep the pregnancy going. What are you doing here?"
"Brock, I'm sorry. I know that we had a deal, but I can't step aside. Kim had a miscarriage. My reasons for being married to her are over. Please marry me. I was fool when you first told me about the baby. I am so sorry, Sal."
"What deal was that? The deal where you play with my emotions to get your own way. I don't know what to say to you. I can't deal with this right now. I'm about to have a baby. Your timing really stinks," Reba declared.
The nurse and doctor entered the room. It was time to push. Reba struggled to push the new life into the world.
"It's a boy. What are you going to name him, Mama?" the doctor announced.
"John, John McKinney." Reba announced.
Brock bent down to kiss Reba's forehead. She looked over at Mike, who asked the doctor if he could hold the baby. Mike held the tiny baby in his hands. He smiled and whispered softly to the baby. Reba's eyes filled with tears.
"You were wrong. I can love this baby. He's a part of you and you are my life. Marry me, darlin'. Let me take you both home," Mike pleaded.
Reba looked at Brock. "The only reason to marry someone is love. There is no other reason to marry someone other than that. That is what marriage means to me. I'm sorry. I can't marry you, Brock. I love Mike. You deserve to be with someone who really and truly loves you. I can't be that person for you. I want to work things out with Mike. Thank you for being here and being such a good friend."
Reba got to hold the baby briefly before it was time to get the tiny 2 pound baby to the NICU.
"I'm going down with the baby for a little while and talk to the doctors," Brock said.
Reba nodded gratefully. It was an exhausting day. Mike sat down next to her bed and held her hand.
The scene was black. Lori Ann's voice came on to narrate.
Lori Ann's Narration-
The next two days were torture for Reba as the baby faced many medical problems. John's lungs weren't fully developed and he was so tiny. He died when he was two days old. Reba was filled with grief. She told Mike that she wouldn't marry him. She told him that he was off the hook because she wasn't in trouble anymore. She told him to go back to Kim. Reba returned back home from Ada, but she wasn't the same. She started college and moved into the dorms. She continued to work at the bar. She started dating again. She even dated Mike's other friend, Parker Reynolds and Terry Holliway, who still held a crush on her. She looked like a typical carefree college student. She was partying and hanging out with friends. She never did get over John's death. Brock was the only one she turned to in order to deal with the baby's death. She hardly spoke about it at all and eventually leaning on Brock led to something more than friendship. Shortly after that, a pregnancy and engagement were announced by the couple.
The next scene came on. A party was going on in the Holliway bar. Reba and some of her closest friends were serving drinks behind the bar. They hopped up on the bar and started dancing. Reba started singing "Fever".
"Honey, you're the sexiest pregnant woman that I've ever met. Wanna come home with me, tonight?" Brock teased.
"I would, but I don't think that my fiancé would like it. I'm getting married in the morning."
"What a lucky guy!"
"I'm the lucky one."
Reba got off the bar and started dancing seductively toward Brock. She stopped in front of him. She lowered her lips slowly to his. She captured his mouth in a long, sensuous kiss. Lori Ann grabbed Reba.
"That's enough, you two. You'll see each other tomorrow at the wedding. Reba's got to get upstairs for the bachelorette party. Y'all have fun now, gentlemen."
Lori Ann and Reba were laughing all the way up the stairs to the apartment.
"Tell me again why we're having our party here."
"Because Mike said that we could. It'll be fun. I promise. We've got male strippers"
Reba sat down in the chair marked "Bride". She groaned. Lori Ann put a blindfold on Reba. The song, "Relax" began to play. Reba heard her friends whistling loudly. She felt someone rub up against her. The male stripper was grinding against her. Reba's friends were cheering and shouting. When he came up against her again, she took her hands and ran them up and down his muscular chest. He took her hand and began to kiss her fingers, running his tongue over them slightly. Reba quivered. A jolt of electricity ran through her. "Wow, you're very talented," Reba told him. She joined in the cheering of her friends. He continued to repeat his actions as he continued to leave her trembling from his touch.
A short time later, he whispered in her ear. "Just trying to return the favor, darlin'. This is your freebie night, isn't it?"
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Tahitian Sunsets are made from:
1/2 oz vodka
1/2 oz Malibu coconut rum
1/2 oz Midori melon liqueur
1/2 oz Cointreau orange liqueur
1 - 2 oz Schweppes lemonade
1 - 2 oz pineapple juice
1 dash raspberry cordial
Passion Margaritas are made from:
3/4 oz Alize Gold Passion liqueur
3/4 oz 1800 Tequila
1 oz Cointreau orange liqueur
3/4 oz fresh lime juice