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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday April 16th 2004
Standing outside the door to Tiffany's apartment Starlene searched through her purse for the key to the door. Unable to find the key she knocked on the door hoping that perhaps Tiffany was home. When there was no answer she put her hand back into her purse and shuffled through her make-up bag to no avail. "Darn" she said out-loud as she heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs nearby. Feeling foolish standing in the hallway without the key she glanced up.
A handsome man in his early sixties paused when he saw her. "Hello," he said.
"Hi," Starlene said smiling sweetly.
"I don't believe I've ever seen you here before," he said eyeing her voluptuous bosom in the low cut sweater she was wearing.
"I just moved in with my sister, she lives here," she said in her southern accent.
"Where's that accent from?"
"Georgia," she said as she twisted a strand of long blond hair around her finger and smiled.
"Do you live in the building?" she asked noticing the expensive suit and Italian shoes he was wearing.
"Yes, I live upstairs."
"That's nice," she said unable to think of anything else to say.
"So are you leaving or just getting home?" he asked.
"I just got here and I can't find my keys," she said pretending to be pouting.
"Oh, well is your sister home?"'
"No, I think she went out shopping. I don't know what to do. I guess I'll just hang out a while," she said leaning against the door.
"Would you like to go out for a cup of coffee or something while you wait."
"Oh I don't know," she said twisting the strand of hair a little tighter.
"I'm an okay guy. I'm not a rapist or anything like that," he said smiling.
"Well, I guess I could. Okay," she said as she walked towards him.
"But you were leaving weren't you?" she asked noticing the briefcase in his hand.
"Oh that's okay. I was going to the office, but I can take time out for a pretty lady in distress," he said following her down the stairs. He reached in front of her and pushed the door open. They stepped out onto the sidewalk.
"Which coffee shop is your pleasure?" he asked.
"Oh which ever one you like," she said.
"Okay, follow me."
They walked to the curb and stood in a crowd of people waiting for the light to change.
"How do you like living in the building?" he asked.
"Oh it's okay."
"Where did you live before?"
"Uptown," she said. She didn't want to tell him that she had just left her wealthy older lover Stanley.
"I don't know if I've ever met your sister. Does she look like you?" he asked as the light changed and they walked with the crowd across Sixth Avenue.
"Yeah, we look alike. She hasn't been living in the building that long."
"Well, this was my lucky day. By the way, what's your name?"
"Oh my name's Starlene." she said.
"Starlene... that's an unusual name. I do think I heard of it once before," he said trying to remember where he'd heard the name.
"I've done a little modeling," she said pretending to be modest.
"Were you in Playbody?" he asked hoping the question wouldn't offend her if she weren't the model.
"Yeah, that was me," she said pushing her shoulders back.
"I loved the picture," he said pushing open the door to the Grey Dog's Coffee House."
"I've never been here before," she said.
"Oh well, you've missed it. Everyone comes here," he said as they took a seat at a table in the crowded restaurant.
"So what is your name and what do you do?" she asked.
"My name is Marco and I work for a TV station," he said as the waitress put menus on their table.
"TV? What do you do?"
"Produce TV shows and look for new talent," he said smiling as he watched her lean back in the chair, brush her long blonde hair from her face and grin seductively.
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