Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Monday August 19th 2002
"I don't have any more money for the tip right now. Could I give you a tip the next delivery?" Tiffany asked the deliveryman from the local restaurant as he handed her the bottle of wine she had ordered. She had charged the delivery for lunch and planned to ask her secret lover Amir for tip money. Amir had gotten in the shower as the deliveryman arrived early and her estranged husband Skeeter had stopped by very unexpectedly.
"Here take this man. Can't you see I want to talk to my wife? Now leave," Skeeter snapped handing the delivery man ten dollars and grabbing the bag from his hand.
"Here," Skeeter said handing Tiffany the bag with the food she had ordered for Amir and her. "Who's the bottle of wine for?" Skeeter asked eyeing the sheer robe she was wearing as she stood in the doorway of her apartment overlooking Washington Square Park.
"Skeeter this isn't a good time to talk," she said taking the bag from him after placing the bottle of wine on the table next to the front door. The deliveryman stepped into the elevator nearby and the door closed.
"You havin' a party in there Baby?" He asked in his slow southern accent.
"Skeeter please go. We'll talk later."
"Look Tiffany I know you really well. You don't wear fancy robes like that unless you're doin' it," he said remembering the feel of her firm body as he stared at her sheer robe.
"You didn't call, you just stopped by Skeeter. Where was the doorman?" she asked wondering why he didn't ring her apartment.
"I told him about a parking space around the block so he ran to move his car," Skeeter said proud of the new trick he had come up with to get into her building unannounced.
"Look, just leave or I'll call the police," she said starting to push the door closed.
"Tiffany, you need money for delivery, no?" Amir called out from her bedroom.
"Oh. You're busy all right. You got that damn rich foreigner in your bedroom Tiffany?"
"Skeeter go…go now," she whispered starting to push the door closed.
"Aren't you going to invite me in for wine and cheese. After all I paid for the tip," he said pushing the door back open.
"Please Skeeter," she pleaded remembering the last time Skeeter was outside when he saw Amir arrive at her apartment building. Skeeter had hit Amir knocking him down on the sidewalk. Amir's head had been injured and he was rushed to the hospital. To make matters even worse the TV reporters had surrounded her building for days.
"Tiffany, I bring you money for delivery," Amir said opening his wallet and taking out a hundred dollar bill.
"It's okay Amir, I've got it," she yelled. "Go Skeeter. Go now, or I'll call the police," she whispered to Skeeter.
"Where's his wife? I thought he was so upset over his missing wife," Skeeter said remembering the interview he'd seen on TV where Amir had almost been in tears over his missing wife.
"We don't know. We have enough trouble now. Please I beg of you Skeeter go," Tiffany said.
"He's got his nerve."
"Skeeter please, please. I beg of you go," she said as she heard the elevator coming to her floor. "Skeeter you better go. Someone's coming. Please go. You know you'll end up back in jail if you start trouble."
"I don't care," he said thinking about the restraining order against him. He knew he'd lose his job at the Lingerie Company if he had to spend time in jail again.
"Please Skeeter. Go. That's Amir's bodyguard coming up here now," Tiffany lied as she watched Skeeter glance behind him at the elevator.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.