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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Thursday June 14th 2001
"Drink sir?" the waiter asked as he walked past Skeeter in the crowded party at Gracie Mansion.
"Got any Bourbon?" Skeeter asked in his slow southern accent noticing only champagne and wine on the silver tray.
"I could get you another drink from the bar if you prefer," the waiter said.
"Okay," Skeeter said taking a glass of champagne until his Bourbon was available. He looked around at the paintings of former mayors that lined the walls of Gracie Mansion. This is how the rich live he thought. Hoping to see someone famous he glanced around the room. He saw the camera flash and then spotted the Mayor talking with the Senator from New York. He watched as the two posed for the photographers. She was even more attractive in person he thought, hoping he would get an opportunity to meet her.
"Sir I brought you the bourbon you requested," the waiter said as he approached Skeeter extending his tray with a drink.
Skeeter quickly drank the glass of champagne placing the empty glass on the tray. He took the Bourbon from the tray. "Thanks man," he said taking a sip of his fresh drink. He saw the flashes of cameras and turned his attention to the other side of the room. He saw his young, blonde, estranged sister in law, Starlene in a long red evening dress. He watched her blow a kiss at the photographers, they smiled and turned to walk towards the Mayor and the Senator on the other side of the room.
"Starlene," Skeeter said in his southern accent walking towards her.
"Skeeter! Wow, I can't believe I'm seeing you here," she said smiling broadly.
"Yeah. Well, see I've got connections too," he said proudly.
"Jan?" she asked in a hushed voice remembering that he had told her in confidence that he was secretly seeing the wealthy socialite.
"Yeah. Only it's top secret. So keep it cool, hear me?" he said in a whisper. Jan made him promise not to tell anyone that she had called and told him to come to the party.
"You got it. Did you just get here?"
"Yeah. I don't think Jan knows I'm here yet. Have you seen her?"
"She was out on the veranda the last time I saw her. She doesn't talk to me though," Starlene said.
"She's jealous of you Baby. She ain't got what you got," he said as his eyes rested on her voluptuous bosom covered only by the thin red straps of her evening dress.
"You like it?" she said turning around so he could see the low cut back as she rested her hands on her shapely young hips.
"Oh yeah. It almost looks as good as those pictures you had made," he said remembering the risqué photos he had arranged for her to have taken for a potential modeling job for a lingerie magazine.
"Did you ever get the copies for me?" she asked wondering why the photographer never returned her calls.
"Nope. Never got the copies. I saw them once at the studio and that's it," he lied.
"I hope they'll give me a modeling job," she said remembering the hours she spent modeling at the run down studio on 42nd Street wearing only tiny pink feathers.
"Don't worry about it Baby. If they don't hire you somebody will," he said as he watched the straps on her gown strain under the stress when she lifted her arms to sip her champagne.
"Did you see me on TV tonight?" she asked hoping that several of the interviews she was in with Stanley and the Mayor had been aired on the local gossip show.
"Yeah."
"Did I look good?"
"Hot, Starlene you looked hot," Skeeter said.
"So why are you here Skeeter?" she asked still shocked to see her estranged brother in law in the crowd.
"I wanted to meet Amir," Skeeter said.
"He left because the hospital called him about his wife," Starlene said.
"Yeah. Well, maybe I'd like to meet Jan's old man," Skeeter said.
"Stanley?" she said referring to her lover and Jan's Father.
"Yeah," he said.
"I can arrange that," she said smiling. She felt her head get light from the champagne.
They both turned as they heard a woman's voice.
"Skeeter, there you are," a strange woman said as she approached them.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.
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