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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Monday January 5th 2004
Skeeter knocked on the inside of the window of his lingerie store when he saw Starlene walking past on the sidewalk.
"Hey Baby," he said as he opened the door and stepped out to greet her.
"Hi Skeeter. How you doing?" she asked.
"Great, come on in."
"I just dropped by and left a dress that I borrowed from Tiffany," she said referring to her sister's apartment just above his store.
"She's home now?" he asked closing the door behind her as she walked into the lingerie store.
"No, she's at work," Starlene said taking off her coat and tossing it on a chair before taking a seat.
"How's it going Baby?" he asked.
"Oh great. Happy New Year," she said smiling.
"I hope it will be," he said glancing out of the window as a man walked by.
"Is there something wrong Skeeter?"
"Well, I was expecting that marketing guy to come by today. He said he would come by after the holidays and we'd talk over this modeling job," he said thinking about the underwear ads that he was supposed to do for the marketing firm.
"You know I saw in the newspaper that this other guy had been offered something a lot like that. Did you see the picture of that doorman guy that was caught in the bedroom with that celebrity Lola Rogers?"
"Yeah, I saw that. That Park Avenue doorman," Skeeter said.
"Yeah, maybe this marketing company is hiring a lot of guys to pose for the underwear company," Starlene said.
"Well, I told him I'd do it already," Skeeter said.
"Do you have his number?"
"No, I didn't ask him for a card. I thought it was all in the bag."
"Well, as they say nothing ventured nothing gained," Starlene said shrugging her shoulders.
"I will have lost though."
"What do you mean?"
"I've already told Jan I was doing the ads."
"So what's the big deal?"
"She was furious with me."
"Then she'll be glad you aren't doing them if you aren't."
"You don't understand Starlene. Jan and I have fought over this to the point of divorce."
"Yeah, I don't know what to do," Skeeter said starting to pace the floor.
"Tell her you're sorry," Starlene said eyeing the red thongs he'd marked down for the after Christmas sale.
"Never. I'm furious with her. She's told me to 'get out' if I do this ad. I can't put up with that," he said stopping suddenly and staring out of the window.
"What's the matter?"
"I think that's the marketing guy over there," Skeeter said pointing across the street.
"Oh good. Maybe he's coming with the contract for you. I better go," Starlene said grabbing her coat.
"Wait a minute. I'm not sure if that's him or not. I only saw him that one day," Skeeter said watching the well-dressed man hand the cab driver money.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.