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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Wednesday January 1st 2003
"What do you want to do today?" Nicole asked as she buttoned her tight jeans.
"Nothing. It's New Year's Day. Let's just relax and do nothing," Clark said walking towards his desk in their upstairs bedroom.
"That sounds boring."
"We've had enough excitement for a while don't you think?"
"Florida is never exciting for me," she said referring to their recent trip to visit her Father.
"Wonder how your Father's party was last night?" Clark asked ignoring her last statement.
"I don't care," she said glad she didn't have to stay and attend her mob boss Father's party.
"Do you think your father was angry that we didn't stay? Do you think maybe he had someone call and hang up repeatedly last night," Clark asked referring to the many call and hang ups on New Year's Eve.
"No, of course not. That's crazy Clark."
"Well, he wasn't too happy about us coming home early Nicki."
"I don't care."
"Well, who could that have been calling around midnight?"
"I don't know just forget about it," Nicole said wondering if it was Greg or Skeeter that had phoned several times around the stroke of midnight.
"I have to get the caller ID fixed right away," Clark said picking up a pen and making a quick note to take care of that chore. "I'll just make a New Year's to-do-list right now," he said frowning as he tried to remember last year's list.
"Did you hear something?" Clark asked looking up from his notepad.
Nicole turned and glanced out of the bedroom window to the sidewalk below. She saw her young lover Greg standing outside the front door of their townhouse. "It's probably the paper boy, I'll get it," she said rushing towards the stairs.
"Give him a tip Nicki. I forgot to give him a Christmas present," Clark said listening to his wife's quick steps down the stairs as he took a seat at his desk to begin his annual New Year's list.
Nicole reached the bottom of the stairs and quickly jerked the front door open.
"Nicole," Greg whispered as his eyes widened at the sight of his forbidden lover.
"Shh! Clark's upstairs," she said putting her finger to her lips.
"I had to see you Nicole. I've missed you so much," Greg said noticing her curves in the tight jeans she was wearing.
"You can't come over here like this Greg. What would you do if Clark had answered the door?" she asked frowning.
"I don't know. I just had to see you for New Year's. I tried calling last night but he always answered the phone."
"Yeah and you've made him suspicious too," she said walking out of the door a little more so that her husband wouldn't overhear her.
"I can't help it Nicole. I'm in love with you," he said glancing at her sweater and noticing the effect of the cold on her firm young bosom.
"You're crazy Greg. You can't come over here knocking on the door. I'm a married woman," she said noticing one of the men in the neighborhood walking by with his dog on the way to Washington Square Park.
"You're married to the wrong man Nicole."
"I think it's time we quit seeing each other Greg. You're taking this all too seriously," she said stepping back inside the door to listen for Clark.
"But Nicole, I've never... "
"Nicki!" Clark called out from upstairs.
"Yeah," she yelled out.
"Tell him to be more careful where he puts the newspaper when it's raining," Clark said wondering if he should just speak to the newspaper boy directly.
"Okay"
"You have to go now," Nicole said frowning at Greg and starting to close the door.
"Oh I'll just talk to him myself. This has gone on for years now," Clark mumbled as he got up and starting towards the stairs to go down to the front door.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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