Thursday November 30th, 2000
"Skeeter, please, let's talk awhile," Tiffany said pushing her estranged husband back on the futon sofa and buttoning her blouse that he'd unbuttoned.
"Talk. Go ahead Tiffany. Let's talk. But it's been a long time Baby. A man can't wait forever," he said in his slow southern accent.
"Have you been waiting Skeeter?" she asked.
"Yeah", he lied.
"You mean you haven't been with another woman?"
"Have you been with another man?"
"Skeeter you know I had a relationship with Amir. You know I would be lying if I said I didn't. I'm asking you now if you've had any other women?"
"I've been out on some dates and stuff."
"Did you sleep with any of them?"
"Come on Baby. I thought we were going to get along."
"Just answer me honestly Skeeter, have you slept with any other women since you've been in New York?"
"Why are ya' doin' this Baby?"
"Cause if you want us to get back together like you said the other night, I have to know."
"No. Tiffany. No. I haven't slept with anybody else," he boldly lied.
"Oh Skeeter, do you mean it?" she said smiling and kissing him on the cheek.
"Yeah. I told you I love ya. I can't wait forever though," he said hoping she would soon succumb to his advances.
"What about when we lived in Georgia?" she asked as her eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"Come on Tiffany. Not that again."
"What about Brenda, Skeeter? You slept with her didn't you?" she asked hoping he would finally admit to this lingering question over her best friend that broke them up.
"No. I've told you a million times I didn't sleep with Brenda. When are you ever going to quit asking me that?" he lied for the millionth time.
"It's just hard to believe Skeeter. The women at the factory all said you did," she said starting to relive the pain of the gossip that had driven her away from her marriage and to New York.
"Those old women were all jealous of you Tiffany. They wanted to break us up, that's all that was," he lied remembering that he had scored with ninety percent of the women that worked at Ladi-Tex before Tiffany left for New York.
"You sure Skeeter?"
"Yeah. I'm sure. That's all it ever was Tiffany," he said scooting closer to her on the soiled futon sofa.
"How will I ever know if I can believe that?"
"I know you had another man Tiffany. I've forgiven you for that rich boyfriend of yours," he said as he pushed his hand under the back of her blouse.
"Have you Skeeter?"
"I wouldn't be here with you now if I didn't. You say you don't love him, right?"
"No", she lied, hoping in time that she would stop loving Amir because now she knew he was married.
"You sure Baby?" he asked as he skillfully unhooked her bra.
"No Skeeter. I wouldn't be here either if I loved him would I?"
"Then there's nothing left to talk about Baby," he said pushing her down on the futon sofa as he pulled at her jeans.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.