Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday September 21st 2001
Skeeter stepped out of the shower turning off the water annoyed that the intercom buzzer had cut his shower short. He wrapped a towel around him when he heard the buzzer ring again repeatedly. He quickly walked towards the intercom and hit the button on the wall next to the front door of his apartment overlooking Bleecker Street.
"What?" he snapped angrily.
"It's me," Jan said impatiently.
"What you doing here?" Skeeter asked glancing quickly at the clock on top of his television set.
"I've got to talk to you Skeeter," Jan said.
"I just got out of the shower," he said realizing he was supposed to be at Elizabeth's penthouse in forty minutes.
"Aren't you going to let me in?" Jan said loudly over the traffic on Bleecker Street.
"Sure," he said hitting the buzzer and listening over the intercom to the sounds of the front door opening and closing.
Skeeter opened the heavy metal front door of his apartment and watched as Jan made her way up the stairs towards him.
"Hay Baby," he said in his southern accent as she walked towards him breathless from the stairs.
"I need a drink," she said glancing at his masculine body wrapped only in a bath towel as she walked through the door.
"What do I owe the pleasure of this surprise visit?" he asked as he closed the door.
"Just wanted to talk to you. I need a drink Skeeter," she said throwing her purse on the futon and taking a seat.
"Yeah," she said watching him walk towards the kitchen.
"What's up?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen and poured her a glass of wine taking a beer from the refrigerator for himself.
"I just had dinner with Father," she said watching him walk towards her. She took the glass of wine from his hand and watched him take a seat beside her on the futon.
"So you and the old man dined. Then I guess you didn't stop by for supper," he said hoping it wouldn't take long to get her to leave his apartment."
"Yes, he said he went to breakfast with you and Starlene this morning. That you were at Starlene's apartment when he stopped by," she said taking a sip of her wine and glancing towards him.
"Yeah. I was going to tell you about that. I stopped by to talk to Starlene," he lied.
"I heard that you stopped by to see Tiffany."
"I knew you'd be mad about this Baby, but there ain't nothing to it," he said taking a long sip of his beer and placing the can on the coffee table in front of them.
"Why would you want to see Tiffany Skeeter?"
"I want to divorce her."
"If that's true why wouldn't you tell me you were going to talk to her about it."
"I was going to surprise you."
"What and show me divorce papers a few months from now?"
"It's my baggage and I was going to clear it up and then tell you."
"Really?" she said eyeing him suspiciously.
"Yeah Baby, that's all. There isn't anything for you to be upset over. I have to talk to Tiffany about the divorce that's all."
"I heard that you brought the newspaper with you. You were going to ask Tiffany about her picture being on the front page of the newspaper with Amir."
"Grounds for divorce ain't it?"
"I guess that's true. Are you sure you weren't jealous of the newspaper article about her and Amir?", she said referring to the recent media about his estranged wife and the mayoral candidate Amir Hada.
"No Baby, I got you now," he said running his hand up the inside of her thigh in the short skirt.
"Stop that," she said brushing him aside.
"What's the matter Baby?"
"Where are you going tonight Skeeter?" she asked knowing that her Father's ex-girlfriend Elizabeth Ford had told her Father she was seeing Skeeter tonight for one of their regular 'work outs.'
"I thought you had a Park Avenue Ladies Society meeting tonight. So I scheduled a meeting with a client," he lied.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.