Thursday December 7th 2000
"Hello", Tiffany said as she answered Skeeter's telephone in his apartment on Bleecker Street while he had run out to the deli. She listened closely to the sound of silence as someone held the phone and didn't speak.
"Hello…anyone there?" she asked.
Tiffany placed the phone on the receiver and looked around the desk. Skeeter had a caller ID until yesterday she thought. He must have disconnected it. She wondered who would call this late at night. Maybe whoever it was thought they had a wrong number when she answered, she thought. The phone rang again and she suddenly believed her prior thoughts to be accurate.
"Hello", she answered. She listened and didn't hear anything but the sound of someone's hand over the receiver of the telephone. "Who's there?" She heard nothing then a click as the person on the other end of the phone hung up.
She heard the key in the front door and Skeeter walked in carrying a brown bag with her turkey sandwich and a bottle of Jack Daniels he had bought for himself.
"Here ya go Baby," he said handing her the smaller bag.
"Thanks," she said taking the sandwich out of the bag and unwrapping it. She watched as he took off his coat and tossed it over a chair. He walked into the kitchen and she heard him getting a glass and some ice. "How's the sandwich?" he yelled as he filled his glass with Jack Daniels and started into the living room.
"Good thanks", she said taking a bite and watching him take a seat on the futon and pick up the remote to the television.
"Where's the caller ID?" she asked.
"Broke", he lied.
"When did it break?"
"A couple of days ago, why?"
"Somebody called and held the phone."
"Maybe it was a customer and they weren't expecting a woman to answer my phone," he said wondering which girlfriend might have called.
"Maybe," she said with hesitation in her voice as she wiped her mouth with the tiny thin paper napkin putting the remainder of the sandwich back in the bag.
"Is that all you're going to eat?"
"Not hungry anymore," she said standing and rubbing her back.
"You ready to go to sleep?" he asked eager to get some rest after sneaking over to Jan's house and enjoying a frisky session with her on the rug in front of her fireplace.
"Sure," she said walking into the bedroom. She pulled off her sweater and threw it over the chair beside the bed. She unzipped her jeans as she watched him place his strong drink on the nightstand, unbutton his pants and step out of them.
"You sure it wouldn't have been a girlfriend calling here Skeeter?" she asked wishing she could get over her suspicions.
"I'm sure. Remember what we decided Baby…no more accusing. This is a new relationship," he said tossing his jeans on the chair and sitting on the side of the bed watching her walk towards him undressed.
"Skeeter what happened to your knees?" she asked noticing that both knees were bright red and the skin very irritated.
"Oh. My boss lost a contact lens and I went over the carpet looking for it," he said surprised at his own quick ability to lie.
"Wow. You must have crawled all over the floor looking," she said starting to touch his red knee.
"Yeah I did", he said trying not to jump in pain when she touched his almost skinless knee. He hadn't felt the pain or noticed the extent of his injury to his knees from the carpet until after his pleasure with Jan had ended.
"Did you find the contact?" she asked.
"No. Never did," he said turning off the light beside the bed hoping to end this line of questioning.
"You sure that's what you were doing Skeeter?"
"There you go again Tiffany," he said defensively as the phone started to ring beside the bed.
"I'll get it," Tiffany said quickly sitting upright in the bed and reaching for the phone.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.