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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Friday February 14th 2003
Skeeter took a long sip of his beer and placed the glass on the linen tablecloth of the expensive Manhattan restaurant. "You're asking me if I'm marrying your daughter Jan for her money?" Skeeter asked, his eyes narrowing as he glanced across the table at Jan's father Stanley.
"Yes. We may as well get right to the point," Stanley said glancing around the dining room and hoping that no one that knew him would come into the restaurant and see him with Skeeter.
"No. I'm not marrying Jan for her money," Skeeter lied.
"Oh. Then you are in love with my daughter?" Stanley asked raising his eyebrows.
"We've been together a while now."
"Skeeter I believe you're still married to Tiffany if I'm correct," Stanley said sure that he was right.
"Just on paper," Skeeter said remembering that he was supposed to call Tiffany later today. He hoped he had convinced her to meet him later this evening and discuss their relationship. After years of trying, the engagement announcement in the newspaper had finally prompted Tiffany and seemed to make her more agreeable towards him. He hoped agreeable enough that'd he get to spend at least one more night with her.
"Skeeter I don't know how well you know my daughter."
"Well, if you're asking if I've been to bed with her, the answer is yes," Skeeter said leaning back in the chair defiantly.
"I guessed that much. I mean do you know how difficult Jan can be?"
"Oh yeah. I know that," Skeeter said laughing as he thought perhaps the two men were finally going to see eye to eye.
"My daughter wouldn't make you a very good wife."
"I guess I'd have to be the judge of that," Skeeter said buttering another piece of bread.
"I think I'd be a better judge than you on this matter. You don't look like the kind of man that would be happy with one woman."
"Depends on the woman and the circumstances."
"What circumstances would make you happy?"
"Not having to worry about stuff I guess," he said taking a long sip of his beer.
"You mean money?"
"Well, sure money is always a concern. You don't worry about money do you?"
"Of course not," Stanley said glancing around the restaurant and spotting one of his political cronies across the room dining with a pretty young blonde.
"Well, I guess if Jan and I are married and we don't have to worry about money and stuff like that we'll be happy."
"She's demanding and demeaning. She won't allow you to make a fool of her Skeeter. It would never work."
"Well, I can see you know your daughter pretty good, but you don't know me."
"If you'll excuse me I'm going to speak with an associate of mine," he said nodding towards the other side the restaurant as he got up placing his linen napkin on the empty chair. "I'd like for you to think about the things we've discussed. I'm prepared to assist you in getting out of an arrangement that will only cause you a lifetime of misery. I have my checkbook with me. When I come back to this table I can pay for lunch and I can set you free."
"You trying to buy me off?" Skeeter asked hotly.
"Jan's going to own you if you marry her. I'm offering you a way out. You can continue to see Jan if you like but not in public. I am telling you to drop the engagement. Take the money. You can have your cake and eat it too," Stanley said pushing the chair into the white linen tablecloth.
"But," Skeeter said hesitating.
"It's now or never. I won't have this going on another day," Stanley said turning and walking to the other side of the restaurant towards his associate.
Skeeter's cell phone rang in his pocket. He took out the small phone and opened it "Hello," he said.
"Skeeter, it's me," Tiffany said.
"Yeah Baby," he said watching Stanley talk with the well-dressed man across the room as the young blonde smiled at the two older men.
"I don't think we should get together Skeeter. I think it's really too late for us," Tiffany said.
"But Tiffany, it's Valentines Day, I wanted to see you", he said.
"I've made up my mind Skeeter. It's too late. I never should have even entertained the thought of us together again."
"It's because of the announcement in the newspaper isn't it?"
"What does it matter now?" Tiffany asked.
"Can't we at least talk it over one more time Baby? I think things will be different now. Look I'm almost finished with my business lunch. I'll meet you this afternoon. We owe each other one more try Baby," he said in his sexiest voice.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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