AS THE MOUSE

OVES©

Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Tuesday April 24^th 2001
Tiffany waved goodbye towards the long white limo.  Amir threw her a kiss and the tinted window of his car quickly closed.  The limo pulled away from the curb beside her apartment and into the traffic at Washington Square Park.
"Good evening," the doorman said as Tiffany walked towards her apartment building.
"Tiffany!"
Tiffany turned quickly to see her estranged husband Skeeter slamming the door on a cab at the curb and running towards her.
"Skeeter what are you doing here?" she said as her heart raced.  He had come so close to catching her with her wealthy lover.
"Your boyfriend doesn't walk you to the door?" he said stopping beside her on the sidewalk as the doorman of her building watched.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about.  That was Amir in that limo," he said pointing towards the long car as it turned the corner in the distance onto West 3^rd Street.
"Are you following me around Skeeter?"
"I tried calling you.  Starlene told me you were on the way home."
"What do you want?"
"I want to talk to you and I hoped I would get to meet Mr. Money Bags."
"Stop it."
"You sensitive about your rich boyfriend?"
"What do you want Skeeter?" she asked glancing towards her doorman knowing that any problems with Skeeter in front of her building would be handled promptly.
"I want to talk to you about Starlene," he said noticing the doorman watching them.
"She called me. She said you were going to help her get a job modeling lingerie.  What kind of lingerie?"
"It's nice stuff Tiffany."
"Did she have pictures taken?"
"Yeah."
"Have you seen them?"
"No," he said.
"I want to see them before anyone else."
"I could arrange that I suppose when the photographer gives them to me."
"I don't want you helping Starlene with modeling jobs Skeeter."
"Why?  She needs a job."
"I just don't want you doing that.  I don't want her working with lingerie.  I want her to get a real job.  This isn't helping anything."
"There's a lot of money in lingerie and modeling."
"Yeah.  Well, I don't want my sister doing that.  The longer this modeling stuff goes on the longer it is before she gets a real job."
"I think you should talk to Starlene about that.  She's a grown woman," he said remembering Starlene's voluptuous figure.
"She's star struck Skeeter.  She thinks she'll make it big here. I don't want you leading her on."
"Aren't you the one to talk?  You've got yourself that rich boyfriend and you don't want your little sister having a modeling career."
"Skeeter just do as I say. Give me the pictures of Starlene and don't tell her you'll help her anymore."
"Why don't we go upstairs and talk to Starlene about this," he said nodding his head towards the building.
"It doesn't suit.  I have to go.  I just want the photos."
"When the photographer gives them to me, I'll give them to you," he said.
"Good.  I don't think we have anything else to talk about do we?" she said walking towards the doorman.
"No.  We don't have anything else to talk about," he said watching her enter the building.  He picked up his step when she entered the lobby of the building.  He knew the doorman would only call the police if he dared to make a scene.  He walked down MacDougal towards his apartment on Bleecker.  Out of sight of her building he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the brown envelope containing the proofs of Starlene's photos.  Tiffany's sister would make it whether he helped her or not, he thought.  He looked at the pictures of her creamy skin and voluptuous body covered only by pink feathers as she smiled for her full-length seductive poses.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.