Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday June 22nd 2001
"I can see the entire city from here. Man! Look at that building on the other side of Central Park," Skeeter said in his slow southern accent as he stood between Jan and Elizabeth. The two women looked in the direction that Skeeter was pointing as they stood on the balcony of Elizabeth's penthouse apartment overlooking the skyline of New York City.
"That's Donald Trump's International Hotel", Elizabeth said.
"That guy owns most of the fancy buildings in the city," Skeeter said.
"He and Amir," Jan said proud of her position as Amir's assistant.
"They shouldn't let foreigners come in here and buy land," Skeeter said in his slow southern accent as he thought about the fact his estranged wife Tiffany was Amir's lover.
"You are a home grown American man, aren't you?" Elizabeth said laughing and putting her arm around Skeeter's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm American and proud of it too," he said feeling defensive.
"I'd love another drink," Jan said noticing Elizabeth's arm around Skeeter's shoulder.
"Oh of course, darling," Elizabeth said walking to the table behind them and picking up the tray with empty glasses. "Would you like another drink too Skeeter darling?"
"Don't mind if I do," Skeeter said turning to watch Elizabeth's low cut evening dress fall open as she bent forward to pick up the tray. It was the first time this evening his eyes had been drawn away from the large Hope diamond necklace she was wearing.
"On the rocks?" she asked looking up and smiling knowingly.
"That would be great," he said winking at her. He watched her hips move seductively as she walked through the open French doors and into the large penthouse apartment.
"I want to go home," Jan said as soon as she saw that Elizabeth was out of the range of hearing her.
"Why you just asked her to bring another drink?" Skeeter asked.
"It was the only way I could get a minute alone to talk with you," Jan snapped.
"Aren't you having fun?"
"Fun? You call this fun?"
"I can't stand her," Jan said disgusted.
"I thought you liked her."
"I said I can't stand her."
"Why because she was your Father's lover and she's your age?"
"That doesn't have anything to do with it and I think you know that," Jan snapped.
"Then what's the matter?"
"I think you know what's the matter Skeeter."
"Believe me I don't. I'm having a great time. We just left a party at Gracie Mansion with the Mayor and your old man to come to this fancy penthouse and all the free drinks we want."
"She likes you."
"So do you. What do you mean?"
"I think she's trying to get your attention."
"So you're jealous?"
"I am not jealous. You don't have to pay so much attention to her though. I think everybody at the party noticed how you looked at her, even my Father."
"You told me I couldn't let anyone know that we were seeing each other. I was just trying to throw everyone off."
"I wanted Father to know that you liked me. I wanted him to suspect something but not know it. You ruined everything Skeeter."
"Here darlings," Elizabeth said walking through the French door with the tray of fresh cocktails.
"I'm sorry Elizabeth. Skeeter and I have to leave."
"Oh, that was sudden," she said noticing the troubled expression on Skeeter's face.
Elizabeth sat the tray on the table and followed Jan and Skeeter towards the front door in silence. She opened the front door and Jan walked out into the hallway as Skeeter started to follow her.
"Skeeter darling," Elizabeth said.
Jan and Skeeter turned to face Elizabeth as she reached into the drawer of the small table near the door.
"Here darling. Call me, I'd love to show you the city, or whatever you're interested in seeing," Elizabeth said smiling as she handed Skeeter a gold embossed card with her name and phone number.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.