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Monday January 15th 2001
"If you're tellin' me my wife is goin' out with your Father's old diplomats for money, then I'm talkin' to your old man face to face," Skeeter said hotly in his southern accent. He turned in the doorway of Jan's Upper East Side mansion and started out into the cold dark evening air.
"Come back in here. I'm not saying that," Jan said grabbing his arm worried that he would go to her Father's house.
"That's what you implied. You said Clark rehired her because of the parties your Father has coming up. That's what you said," he said taking another step out of her front door.
"Come back in here Skeeter. You can't go to my Father's house," she pleaded.
"I don't like this. I don't like any of it."
"Then divorce her. Divorce her. It's not my fault," she said afraid her plot to make him angry with Tiffany had turned on her Father.
"I am going to divorce her. But your old man ain't going to be using my wife", he said furious to learn that Tiffany had been rehired because Jan's Father wanted her around his older friends at his diplomatic parties.
"Come on honey. I didn't mean it that way," she said rubbing his shoulder as he stood in the doorway and the cold air rushed into her house.
"You sure she's ain't workin' for those old men?"
"Why? What would you do if she was?" she asked wondering how to answer his question to her advantage.
"First I'll kill myself some diplomats, then your old man, then Tiffany," he said his jaw still tight with anger.
"I just heard about Tiffany's diamond ring today and that Clark had rehired her. I wasn't implying anything. Please come back in," she said pulling on his arm.
"Watch what you say Jan. I mean it. Don't go tellin' me my wife's workin' parties for money ever again…you hear me?" he said walking back into the living room and throwing his coat over the chair beside the door.
"Skeeter are you still in love with her?" Jan asked watching him walk to her sofa and take a seat.
"No. But I ain't having any woman of mine doing anything like that."
"Skeeter you do know that you can't say anything to my Father or anyone about us. You can't ever call him or anything."
"I can do anything I want."
"You can't call my Father…not now or ever. You promised me that you'd never say anything or…."
"Or what Jan? What are you going to do if I call your old man?" he knew she meant she would be sure he lost the executive job at the lingerie company that she had arranged for him.
"He'd be furious if he knew I was seeing you," she said pouring herself another glass of vodka from the decanter and taking a seat beside Skeeter on the sofa. Her Father would probably disinherit her for allowing a man of Skeeter's social standing in her bed.
"Why? 'Cause I'm not of your social class? I'm not good enough for his daughter? Is that it Jan?"
"I didn't say that."
"But you're implying it. You also implied that my wife is going out with your Father's rich old friends."
"You take everything too seriously," she said rubbing his thigh.
"I'm a man that don't let people talk about his woman," he said pushing his shoulders back.
"I just said that my Father likes to have younger women working when he gives parties for his diplomatic friends. You're very jumpy about Tiffany. My God, look at the kind of women my Father likes", she said taking a long drink of her vodka.
"You mean Laney?" he said feeling warm all over as he remembered the image of Stanley's young girlfriend that had posed in Playbody Magazine.
"Yeah. Father just likes younger women. It's disgusting but that's the way he is. You don't have to worry about Father. He's busy with that Laney, believe me", she said starting to calm down a little from the vodka.
"Well, if your Father ever touches Tiffany he's dead."
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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