Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Thursday March 7th 2002
Skeeter put down his drink and walked towards the buzzing intercom. "Yeah", he said glancing at his reflection in the mirror of his living room overlooking Bleecker Street.
"It's me," Nicole said into the intercom downstairs in front of his apartment building.
"Come on up Baby," he said hitting the buzzer.
He took another quick glance at his reflection in the mirror. He turned sideways to admire his physique when he heard Nicole tap on the front door. He quickly walked towards the front door and opened it.
"Hay Baby, how ya doin?" he asked in his slow southern accent.
"Good Skeeter," she said kissing him on the cheek as she walked into the living room taking off her fur-trimmed jacket and throwing it over a chair.
"It's good to see ya," he said watching her take a seat on his futon as her short leather skirt rose up high on her thighs.
"You missed me honey?" she asked.
"Yeah. You want something to drink?"
"Maybe just one glass of wine, I guess."
"You quit drinking?" he asked walking towards the kitchen to get the bottle of wine.
"No. I might have an appointment later today," she said watching him come back into the living room and take a seat beside her on the futon. "So have you been spending your time with Jan?" she asked taking the glass of wine he handed her.
"I still can't believe you get it on with her."
"She's just not your type Skeeter."
"Well, what is my type?"
"Yeah, you are my type Baby," he said rubbing the outside of her thigh.
"I don't care if you see her though. You know I don't feel threatened by her."
"That's what I like about you Nicole. You have an open mind," he said as he edged his fingers towards her inner thigh.
"Sure. I don't own you and I don't want to own you either."
"Why did you come back Baby?" he asked glancing at her white blouse and her firm young bosom.
"Why not. I won't interfere with you and Jan. I totally understand you're getting it on for her money. That is what it's about, right?"
"Well, I guess so," he confessed.
"I've got more money than she does and I'm better looking. Why should I sit home alone."
"You should never sit home alone Baby," he said taking her wineglass from her hand and putting it on the coffee table.
"Good. There are no strings attached and we understand each other, right?" she asked leaning back on the futon as he unbuttoned her blouse.
"No strings," he said kissing her neck as he continued to unbutton the blouse.
The cell phone in her purse started to ring. She quickly picked up her purse and took out the phone. "Hello", she answered as Skeeter adeptly ran his hand under the back of her blouse and unhooked her lacey lingerie.
"Yeah. Tiffany, tell Clark I'll come in tomorrow and we'll talk. I've already got plans for this afternoon," she said noticing that Skeeter quickly retracted his hand from her bosom.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.