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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday December 26th 2003
"Hi Jan," Stanley said glancing up as his daughter walked into his office in the Empire State Building.
"Hello Father," she said taking off her mink coat and tossing it over a chair before taking a seat in front of his desk.
"How was Christmas?" he asked noticing that she seemed highly irritated.
"It was absolutely horrible. How was yours?" she asked.
"Starlene and I had a nice Christmas. I'm sorry I couldn't get over to your house but I couldn't leave Starlene at home alone."
"I understand that," she said leaning back in the chair and watching him.
"If you had said Starlene could come over I would have been there," he said thinking she was angry because he wouldn't leave his young live in lover at home alone.
"It's not that," she said rubbing her forehead with her hand in exasperation.
"Here," he said opening his desk drawer and taking a card. "This is for you and Skeeter," he said handing the envelope to her.
"Oh," she said taking the envelope and opening it. "That's thoughtful of you," she said seeing the check for ten thousand dollars made out to her and her husband Skeeter.
"I didn't know what to get you."
"Right," she said dropping the envelope on his desk and tapping her long nails on the mahogany desktop.
"I'm sorry," he said thinking she was disappointed that he hadn't bought her a gift.
"It's not that."
"Well, what's the matter?"
"It's Skeeter," she admitted.
"What has he done now?"
"You might have been right Father."
"Oh, tell me what's happened," he said clearly pleased by her admission.
"He says that a marketing man for an underwear company came by his lingerie store the other day. He says the man offered him a job modeling men's briefs."
Stanley laughed as he leaned back in his plush leather office chair.
"It's not funny," she snapped.
"A man Skeeter's age?" Stanley said thinking his son-in-law was a little old for such a career.
"They want a man his age that is more the normal type man."
"So they probably would never use his picture in anything but a catalog or something. Why are you upset?"
"You're wrong. They're planning a media blitz, billboards in Times Square, magazines, point of purchase and things like that."
"Oh," Stanley said.
"Well, I can't have my husband posing in his underwear on a billboard in Times Square."
"No. You certainly can't."
"It's bad enough that he opened that damn lingerie store on Bleecker Street."
"He got a lot of free publicity for that too."
"That's right. That's what caused this. It's just going to get much worse if he does it."
"Did you tell him you don't approve?"
"Of course! I told him I'd divorce him if he did it."
"Oh, good. I'm glad to see you've come to your senses."
"I don't want a divorce though."
"You better cut your losses now Jan. He's no good."
"I knew you'd see it my way. I just wanted you to know about this before you see anything about it in the newspaper or something," she said standing, taking her coat preparing to leave.
"I'll write you another check for your Christmas gift," he said picking up the envelope from the desk. "If you can promise me you'll divorce him immediately I would be willing to give you a large portion of your inheritance now," he said watching her toss her coat back onto the chair.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.