AS THE MOUSE

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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Wednesday April 25^th 2001
"Hey Tiffany!  I'm in here", Starlene yelled when she heard the apartment door open taking her feet off of her sister's white sofa in their apartment overlooking Washington Square Park.
"Hi Starlene.  Did you tell Skeeter I was out with Amir tonight?" Tiffany asked walking into the living room and taking a seat on the sofa near her younger sister.
"He called and I just told him you were on the way home," she said defensively.
"He got out of a cab almost the moment that Amir's limo pulled out into the traffic.  That was really a close call."
"Skeeter came by here?"
"Yeah.  He knew that Amir was in the limo that was leaving too."
"Oh God.  That was close."
"Did you tell him I was with Amir?"
"No. Are you crazy?  I know better than to do that.  He just called and said he wanted to talk to you. I told him you were on the way home.  I don't know how he knew that you were with Amir."
"Did he want to talk to me about your pictures and the modeling job?" Tiffany asked knowing that Starlene had probably asked Skeeter to convince her that modeling lingerie would be a good job.
"Yeah, he mentioned that", Starlene admitted.
"Starlene I don't want Skeeter helping you get a job."
"Come on Tiffany.  Skeeter knows a lot of people in the lingerie business.  You want me to get a job don't you?"
"Yes, but not as a lingerie model Starlene.  I want you to get a real job."
"That would be a real job. Those models make a lot of money."
"Who was this photographer that took your picture?"
"Just some guy that works for the lingerie company."
"Did you have clothes on?"
"Yeah, of course," she said hoping that she seemed convincing.
"When do you get the pictures?"
"As soon as the photographer gives them to Skeeter."
"Why Starlene?  Why would you arrange it that way?  Why don't you get the pictures from the photographer?"
"Cause Skeeter knows the guy.  The company has the guy take your pictures first. If they like you then they hire you to pose for the catalog or the magazine."
"So this photographer works for the lingerie company?"
"I guess."
"You don't know?"
"Skeeter just told me this is they way they do this."
"Was Skeeter there?"
"No."
"Was they're anyone else there?"
"No."
"He didn't bother you or anything?"
"Tiffany he was an old man," Starlene said remembering the forty something man that had taken her pictures in Hell's Kitchen.
"Okay.  Just don't do this Starlene.  Get the pictures from Skeeter right away and don't do anything like this again."'
"I'm a grown woman Tiffany."
"You're my sister and you're living with me.  You won't be modeling lingerie as long as you live in my apartment and you're under my supervision."
"I don't understand why you're acting like this Tiffany?" Starlene said angrily.
"Just get the pictures from Skeeter.  I don't trust him not to use them in the wrong way or something.  Skeeter can be really low. Do as I say okay?  Just do it," Tiffany said getting up and walking towards her bedroom.
"Okay…okay!" Starlene yelled.  She listened as Tiffany shut the door to her bedroom.  She quickly picked up the phone and dialed Skeeter's phone number at his apartment on Bleecker Street.
"Hello," he answered.
"Hi Skeeter. Did you get the pictures?" Starlene asked.
"Yeah."
"Are they good?"
"Hot! You look great!" Skeeter said looking at her voluptuous young body in the full length revealing photos spread across his coffee table in front of him.
"I want to pick them up okay?"
"I've already mailed them," he said as his attention was focused on the tiny pink feathers covering his young sister in law's creamy skin.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.