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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday August 31st 2001
"Go ahead Tiffany, I'll meet you there," Starlene said standing beside her sister at the conclusion of the party for the London Link TV Network in the townhouse where Tiffany worked near Washington Square Park.
"I'll take your sister home," Stanley said as the three stood together near the front door.
"Oh no that's okay. I can get a cab," Tiffany said glancing out of the window of Clark's townhouse as the lightning lit up the sky and the heavy rain streamed down the window panes.
"Let Stanley take you back to the apartment. I'll be there after the interview," Starlene said.
"It might take Charles an hour to get back from the airport in this storm," Tiffany said referring to the reporter for the London Link TV Network. Charles had wanted to interview Starlene also but he had to make a quick trip to the airport to pick up a colleague.
"Then I'll wait. I want to be interviewed on the London Link TV Network too," Starlene said putting her hands on her hips and striking a pose. The young reporter from London had asked Starlene if he could interview her after learning of her intimate relationship with the older, political insider Stanley Morgan. Starlene had promised to wait for him to return from the airport since he was leaving town tomorrow morning and this would be her only opportunity to be interviewed.
"Okay. But if the plane he's meeting is delayed too long I think you should just reschedule the interview Starlene," Tiffany said.
"No. No. He said he's leaving tomorrow to go back to London, I have to wait. Go ahead Stanley, take her home please," Starlene said touching the older man on the arm.
"I can get a cab," Tiffany repeated not wanting to be alone with the older man that had made advances towards her before her younger sister moved in with her.
"Come, my cars outside," Stanley said taking Tiffany's arm and leading her towards the door.
Tiffany turned and waved to her boss Clark as he stood on the other side of the room giving the housekeeper instructions on clearing the glasses and cleaning up his living room.
"Thanks Tiffany. See you tomorrow morning," Clark said.
"See ya," she said as Stanley opened the front door. Stanley quickly pushed open a large umbrella and took Tiffany by the arm as they ran towards the waiting limousine. Stanley opened the door of the long white car and Tiffany slid into the back seat. She watched as her sister's older lover got into the car and slammed the door.
"I apologize. I couldn't see you coming towards the car in so much rain," the driver said worrying that his employer would surely fire him for not opening the door.
"Don't worry about it," Stanley said glancing towards Tiffany and noticing that she had gotten wet in spite of his attempts to shield her from the downpour.
"You're all wet darling," he said glancing down at her low cut dress as the fabric clung to her damp skin revealing her shapely figure.
"I'm okay. Besides my apartment's right over there," she said motioning towards MacDougal Street nearby.
"Why don't we go to my house for a drink."
"No. No, thanks Stanley. Besides Starlene will be calling you at my apartment to come pick her up."
"It will be hours before that plane lands and she's finished with the interview."
"I have to go home," Tiffany said as the car started to pull out into the traffic near Washington Square Park.
"Fine. I'll escort you to your apartment."
"That won't be necessary Stanley."
"Oh yes it is necessary. I have some things I would like to discuss with you," he said as his eyes feasted on her long tan legs in the short skirt.
"What?"
"Plans. Plans for Amir. Plans for you," he said as he put his arm around her.
The car pulled over to the curb nearby and the driver got out and opened the door at the entrance to Tiffany's apartment.
"Really Stanley. I think you should go back to Clarks' townhouse and wait for Starlene."
"You need to hear what I have to tell you," he said as he slid out of the car behind her and closed the door. They stood together on the sidewalk under the canopy of her building. He slid his arm around her waist pulling her close to him as he glanced longingly at her voluptuous cleavage in the damp low cut dress.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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