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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday March 19th 2004
Skeeter put a twenty-dollar bill on the bar of the Bleecker Street Saloon and watched as the bartender poured his third Bourbon.
"Man I've never seen you this down Skeeter," the bartender said placing the glass on the bar in front of Skeeter.
"I was counting on doing more billboards for that underwear company," Skeeter said as he lit a cigarette and took a long drag.
"You got to put that out man. You know the mayor's rules on smoking," the bartender said shaking his head as Skeeter extinguished the cigarette. "Thanks. Look not many guys have even one picture of their behind in Times Square."
"I know. It was a lucky break to get to do that billboard. But I was counting on the money. You know what I mean?"
"Your old lady is rich enough. You don't even need to work," the bartender said as he dried glasses and hung them in the rack above the bar.
"I told you I want out of that marriage."
"I can't see why you'd want out. I mean you've been getting away with murder. I saw that picture of you in the tabloids with Lola Rogers. Everybody knows you and Lola were probably getting it on. Do you want to marry Lola? Is that it?"
"It's not Lola."
"Then what would make you want to leave a rich wife that gives you everything and lets an incident with Lola slide?"
"It's my first wife Tiffany."
"That pretty blonde that lives above your lingerie store?"
"I thought she was almost married to some wealthy foreigner."
"No. She's not seeing that guy any more. She's seeing me."
"Man does the rich old lady know that?" the bartender asked stopping to stare at Skeeter as he sipped his Bourbon.
"I wouldn't let her find that out."
"I don't want her to know but it might be a matter of time. I took the apartment next door to Tiffany and I know Jan will soon find out."
"I didn't know you took an apartment. I thought you were still living with your wife."
"Kinda. I mean I took the apartment and was going to move out then Jan said that she'd put the deed to her house in my name if I came back."
"So you did go back, I hope?"
"Yeah, but now I don't want Tiffany to know that I'm living with Jan," Skeeter said holding up his glass for a refill.
"So the first wife doesn't know you're still living with the new wife?"
"Then get the house in your name, and go back to the first wife," the bartender said as he refilled Skeeter's glass.
"Jan's stalling on her end of the agreement and I just don't know if I can stall Tiffany long enough."
"You told me Jan's place is a mansion. Right?"
"Yeah," Skeeter said taking a long sip of his drink.
"Look this is the way I see it... you know what life was like the first time with Tiffany. What makes you think it would be any different this time?"
"I guess I love her. I've found out how much or something like that," Skeeter said shaking his head.
"Skeeter I think you better be careful. I wouldn't jump into the same old frying pan so quick. You've been burned once. I mean nothing's really changed. Tiffany's the same woman. It wasn't enough before."
"It was a lot my fault," Skeeter said as his cell phone rang and he took it out of his pocket. He glanced at the caller ID and grinned broadly.
"Which wife is that?" the bartender asked.
"This is one I haven't seen in a while. She's somebody else's wife," he said opening the cell phone to answer as the bartender watched with interest.
"Nicole. Where have you been Baby?" Skeeter asked remembering the many stolen hours of passion they had shared.
"Trying to behave myself."
"How's it going?"
"Missing you Skeeter. I need to see you."
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.