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I Still Own Nothing

After the last waves of pleasure subsided, he pulled out. She unwrapped her legs from around him one at a time, they felt like JellO.

She walked over to where her shirt was thrown and put it back on, without a word. She didn't even look at him. Then she walked into the kitchen, leaving Jack standing in her living room, naked.

He was dumbfounded. She didn't even look at him! He quickly dressed and sat on her couch. They needed to talk, now.

She came out of the kitchen a few seconds later with two glasses of red wine. She handed him a glass and sat next to him on the couch.

They sat like that, sipping wine, for a few minutes when Jack finally spoke up. "Reba, what's wrong with you?"

She looked at him sharply. Was that a hint of anger in his voice? "Why do you ask?" She said, answering his question with one of her own.

"Well, we just made love and you haven't looked at me until now. What's wrong with you?" He said, slightly impatient. He didn't like being used. His ex-wife's biggest fault was the fact that she used him their whole marriage. That's why they divorced in the first place.

"Nothing. I've just had a lot on my mind." She replied. She couldn't tell him that he was just a plan to get Brock off her heart. Which didn't work as well as she thought it would. It seemed like such a good idea at the time, but she wanted him to hold her now more than ever.

"You know damn well that's not what I mean."

"Well, Jack, why don't you tell me what you want me to say. If you know what I'm going through and you know the pain, then tell me." She said in an angry tone.

He had never heard her speak so coldly. "That's it then. You're using me."

"Jack..." She tried to stick up for herself in some way, but he quickly cut her off.

"No, Reba. You're going through something, I get it. But when you start using other people in your feeble attempt to get over it, that hurts. It especially hurts when you don't talk to me. You end up using the only weapon you have on your side, your body." He said harshly. He looked directly at her hoping she got his meaning.

She got his meaning loud and clear and it angered her to no extent. "Wait. So what are you saying, I'm a slut?!"

"No. You let me buy you dinner first so technically that makes you a whore."

"Fuck you!" She screamed loudly and stood. She had never actually used that particular phrase, but it felt necessary right now. "Get out of my house!"

He quickly stood in front of her. He couldn't leave it like this. "Reba, wait." He tried to calm her down, but she was already flying off the handle.

"No!" She shouted. "I want you to get out of my house and out of my life!" She went to open the door, but he grabbed hold of her arm to stop her. She quickly yanked it away. "Keep your hands off of me."

"Would you listen to me?!" He shouted causing her to stop her ranting and look at him. "I'm sorry I called you that, okay, but you have to look at this situation from my point of view." When she didn't interrupt, he decided to continue. "You used to be a completely different person than the woman I went out with tonight. And you're right, I don't know what you're going through, but you can't do this to people."

"That doesn't mean I'm a different person." She tried to defend herself.

"Yes it does." He said, almost soothingly. "The Reba I know wouldn't screw some guy up against her front door. Especially on a first date."

"That doesn't count. We dated before. You just..." She began, but he cut her off again.

"Exactly. So I know you." He said. "And you're not the same."

Now she couldn't hide it anymore. She knew he was right the whole time. He kissed her cheek and began to walk out the door when her voice stopped him.

"I'm sorry Jack." She said softly. Then he was gone. He left her standing in her living room, slightly disheveled, with tears running down her face.

The next day was Saturday so Reba got to sleep in. She thanked God for this because she didn't want to have to get up enough strength to face anyone.

Before she knew it, it was noon. Now she had to get up.

She slowly rolled out of bed. He back hurt like hell from being pounded against the front door. The front door...

It all came back to her in a quick flash. She hurt Jack so much. How could she be so inconsiderate? He wanted to be with her and she only wanted one thing from him. 'Great' she thought, 'now I sound like a man.'

There really wasn't a plus side to this situation either. She didn't forget about Brock at all. She hated how she loved him more and more every day.

Finally she made her way downstairs to watch television. After a while she didn't even know what she was watching. She just let tears fall from her eyes. Was it normal for one person to cry so much?

Just then Brock walked through the front door. He stopped when he saw her hurry to wipe the tears from her face.

"Reba, are you okay?" He said as he took a seat next to her.

"Yeah fine. Just a sad show."

"You're watching Jeopardy." He said smiling sympathetically.

He was obviously concerned about her. There weren't too many times that Reba let anybody see her cry. She always played up to being strong.

"You want to talk about it?" He asked hopefully.

She just looked up at him, tears brimming her eyes. This was her chance to tell him everything and hope he felt the same way. No, it definitely wasn't. She let impulse take control of her yesterday and she wasn't going to let it happen again.

"Not now." She replied. "Maybe later."

"Okay." He said as he put his arm around her and pulled her close. As if by reflex she cuddled closer to him, her face on his chest and her arm around his middle. She allowed him to hold her while she cried herself to sleep.