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Wednesday November 29th, 2000
"Come on in Baby", Skeeter said opening the front door to his apartment for his estranged wife.
"Hi Skeeter why aren't you dressed?" she asked surprised that her pulse quickened seeing him standing in his doorway in nothing but his cotton briefs.
"I'm ready for ya," he said smiling broadly in his slow southern accent watching her walk through the door and closing it behind her.
"Really why aren't you dressed?" she asked walking into the living room taking off her coat and throwing it on the back of the futon sofa then taking a seat.
"I just got out of the shower. Does it make you uncomfortable seeing your husband undressed?"
"I just thought you would be going to work today."
"I don't feel like working today," he said picking up his dirty jeans off a chair and stepping into them.
"That must be a great new job, you work only when you feel like it."
"I do whatever I want."
"How did you get that job anyway?"
"I called them."
"Oh," she said unconvinced.
"Why?"
"It just seems a little weird to me that you would end up working in that spa," she said filled with pain as she thought of her wealthy ex-lover Amir and his new celebrity spa.
"You mean your rich boyfriend's spa?" he asked walking to the futon sofa and taking a seat beside her.
"He's not my boyfriend Skeeter. He's married, remember?"
"He was your boyfriend though."
"That was before I knew he had a wife. Besides you didn't answer my question, how did you get a job there?"
"I heard about it…people in the industry talk Tiffany. You know that."
"Must be quite a job you don't work much," she said thinking of how often he seemed to be at home during the week.
"Is that what you came over here for? To question me about my job?" he asked putting his hand on her shoulder.
"No".
"Good, cause I thought we were getting along a lot better yesterday. I'd hate to see us fight again," he said moving his hand down from her shoulder towards her chest.
"Skeeter stop. I want us to talk," she said.
"Talk Baby, go ahead", he said withdrawing his hand from her.
"Skeeter do you still love me?" she asked.
"Yeah. I love ya," he said watching her closely.
"Do you ever regret that we're here?"
"I'm glad we're together now," he said.
"I mean in New York?"
"I never wanted to move to New York, Tiffany. You're the one that took off and left Georgia."
"Do you ever think of going back?"
"Maybe".
"Do you or not?"
"Sometimes".
"Would you go back?" she asked.
"Not unless you went with me," he said as he put his arm around her and pulled her close to him.
"I want to talk Skeeter," she said pulling away slightly.
"Why would I go back to Georgia if you don't want me?" he said as his fingers skillfully unfastened the button on the back of her blouse.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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