Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday September 14th 2001
"Skeeter what a nice surprise," Starlene said opening the front door of her sister's apartment.
"Hay Baby," he said in his southern accent walking inside the entrance and kissing his young estranged sister-in-law on the cheek.
"Come on in," Starlene said closing the door and walking down the hallway towards the living room that overlooked Washington Square Park.
Skeeter followed the young blonde watching her shapely legs as she walked barefoot down the hallway wearing nothing but a thin T-shirt.
"How ya' doing Starlene?" Skeeter asked following her into the large living room and taking a seat on the sofa.
"I'm doing alright, how about you?"
"Great except for this," he said unfolding the newspaper and handing it to Starlene as she took a seat beside him on the sofa. She quickly unfolded the tabloid newspaper and looked at the front-page picture of her older sister Tiffany.
"Man she's doing great," Starlene said jealously as she quickly read the article.
"You notice how they call her Miss Diamond," Skeeter said.
"Yeah. I guess the reporters didn't know she was married or something," Starlene said.
"I think she's forgotten too," Skeeter snapped.
"She might be living in Gracie Mansion one day," Starlene read out loud. "Gee…this is really something," Starlene said glancing back at the front-page picture of her sister Tiffany.
"She's my wife Starlene," Skeeter said.
"You aren't jealous are you Skeeter?" Starlene asked placing the newspaper on the coffee table in front of them and looking back towards her estranged brother-in-law.
"I'm not jealous Starlene. I just think it's time I divorce her."
"I guess so. What about you and Jan, are you still seeing her?"
"Yeah, you haven't told Tiffany have you?"
"No. But I think she kinda really knows. You know Jan came by her office and left your cigarette lighter there, that made Tiffany really suspicious."
"Yeah. I know."
"How are you and Jan doing?"
"Alright I guess."
"You don't sound too happy about it."
"Jan ain't really my type you know?"
"Why are you seeing her then?"
"Same reason you're seeing Jan's Father Stanley, I guess… money."
"Yeah. I can understand."
"How you doin' with her old man?"
"I'm doing okay with Stanley. I'm still trying to get him to get me a job modeling for Playbody."
"He still hadn't helped you out like he promised?"
"No. He keeps draggin' his feet. Did you ever hear anything from the editor of that lingerie magazine you had me take those pictures for?" she asked hopefully.
"No. Nothing," he said remembering the risqué pictures she posed for that he had tucked away in his desk drawer in his apartment.
"I wish they'd send me the pictures. Did you ever get a copy of them?"
"No Baby. If they didn't contact you then I guess you didn't get the job. They don't send the pictures back either," he lied.
The doorbell rang at the front door.
"Who's that?" Skeeter asked.
"I don't know, the doorman usually phones before anyone is allowed up on the floor," she said standing up and pulling the T-shirt down as she walked towards the front door of the apartment.
Skeeter watched as she walked around the corner in the hallway in the short T-shirt that barely covered the top of her thighs. When she was out of his sight he listened as she opened the front door to the apartment.
"Stanley, what are you doing here?" he heard her say.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.