Monday January 22nd 2001
"How's Laney?" Tiffany asked Jan's Father after pulling away from his unwanted advances. She hoped if she reminded him of his Playbody model girlfriend the older wealthy man would leave her alone.
"Laney's fine. She might be going to California soon," he said pouring another brandy from the coffee table. He glanced at Tiffany's glass and saw it was half full. The older knowledgeable man knew that if he was ever going to get anywhere with her he had to get her to drink more, so he filled her glass.
"Yeah," he said taking a sip of his brandy and handing Tiffany her glass.
"Why is she going to California?"
"A movie. She got a call from a Hollywood agent last night," he said.
"Wow! I'll have to call her," Tiffany said taking a small taste of the sweet brandy and holding the glass in order to look occupied.
"I'm sure she'll call everyone she knows with the news," he said laughing as he thought of his beautiful young girlfriend.
"She's come a long way from the Playbody magazine pictures," Tiffany said.
"It was a good start for her. I didn't come here to talk about Laney, my dear," he said as his eyes feasted on her shapely legs in the short skirt.
"Why did you come here?"
"To see you".
"You were talking to Clark when I came in from the bank. What were the two of you talking about?"
"Business, men's talk."
"I had the feeling that you told Clark that you were interested in me," she said remembering the two men winking at each other when Clark hurriedly left as soon as she came back to the office.
"I did get your job back for you, so of course he knows I'm impressed with you."
"Is that all?"
"You think too much, my dear," he said taking her glass from her hand and placing it on the table. "You need to relax Tiffany. You're much too uptight," he said running his hand over her thigh.
"Stanley…" she said quickly tasting the brandy on his lips as he pushed her back on the sofa. "Stanley…". She repeated as his hand traveled over her tights towards her waist.
"Stanley, someone's at the door," Tiffany said relieved to hear a knock at the front door.
"Don't worry about it," he said as his hand reached under her sweater.
"Stanley, there's someone at the door," Tiffany said pulling herself free from his embrace. She stood up and pulled her short skirt down turning to look towards the window and saw that the curtains were open and the blinds were up. Her heart raced wondering who might have seen this encounter with Jan's Father on the sofa. She quickly walked towards the front door glancing back to see Stanley impatiently sipping his brandy.
"Starlene," Tiffany said opening the door, surprised to see her younger sister visiting her at the office for the first time.
"You want me to come back later?" Starlene asked in her heavy southern accent as she smiled knowingly.
"No. No. Come in", Tiffany said standing back for her sister to enter wondering what she might have seen.
"I hope I didn't interrupt anything", Starlene said walking into the living room and smiling as she looked towards Stanley Morgan.
"Starlene, this is Stanley Morgan," Tiffany said walking behind her sister as she watched Stanley's eyes light up at the sight of her younger sister.
"My pleasure Mr. Morgan," she said in her slow southern accent as she took off her heavy coat and turned to hand it to Tiffany.
"Oh believe me its all my pleasure," Stanley said as his eyes traveled from her fishnet stockings in the short leather skirt to her tight low cut sweater. "Call me Stanley", he said kissing her young hand as he looked into her flirtatious green eyes.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.