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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Thursday February 20th 2003
"Look Skeeter I just told you that I'd meet you here for a drink and we could talk, that's all," Tiffany said as she sat beside her estranged husband in the bar on Bleecker Street.
"Well, why don't we have supper at that restaurant over in New Jersey," he said as he glanced towards the front of the bar nervously.
"No. I just agreed we would talk," Tiffany said.
"Baby I could feel it when we kissed the other day that you love me. I think we owe it to ourselves to find out if it could work."
"I don't know if I could trust you Skeeter. That's the main issue," Tiffany said honestly.
"I know you could. Let's go Tiffany. I want to be alone with you," Skeeter said as he glanced towards the front of the bar and saw her taking off her coat and hanging it on the rack.
"Skeeter you're engaged to Jan now. You lied to her and told her you were working tonight. Now you want me to go somewhere and be alone with you. Don't you see? This is the very thing I've been talking about," Tiffany said.
"You take everything the wrong way Baby," Skeeter said taking a long sip of his beer as he saw her in the corner of his eye coming towards their booth.
"I came here so we could talk over any possibility of our marriage ever working out. So we should just talk Skeeter. We know that we've always been physically attracted. Now we need to know if we can have a relationship with substance or if we should just get the divorce," she said glancing down at her manicured nails.
"Well, hello," the waitress said as she walked up to the booth.
"Hello," Skeeter said smiling slightly and glancing towards Tiffany.
"I'm just starting on my shift. What are you having?" the waitress asked glancing towards Tiffany.
"I don't need another drink right now," Tiffany said reaching for her purse to get a Kleenex.
"And you Skeeter? Would you like the usual?" the waitress asked.
"I'll take another," Skeeter said. Noticing Tiffany was distracted he winked at the waitress before she turned away from their booth.
"You come in here often?" Tiffany asked before touching her nose with the Kleenex and turning to watch the waitress walk towards the bar.
"Once in a while," Skeeter said.
"I guess it's really convenient for you being right below your apartment and everything," Tiffany said noticing the short tight skirt the waitress was wearing.
"Yeah. What do you say Tiffany. Let me take you over to that restaurant in New Jersey."
"No. We'll talk."
"What if you just come up to my apartment then," Skeeter said noticing that the waitress was on her way back to the booth.
"I don't know Skeeter. How do I know things wouldn't go too far," she said as her cell phone rang in her purse.
"I promise you we'll just talk if you come upstairs," he lied.
"I don't know. You just ordered another drink. I'll think about it," Tiffany said reaching into her purse for the cell phone as the waitress approached the booth.
"Hello," Tiffany said into her cell phone.
"Hi Tiffany," her sister Starlene said. "Are you busy?"
"I'm with Skeeter right now, why?" Tiffany asked as she watched the waitress pick up the money from the table as Skeeter's fingers brushed her legs while she stood beside the booth.
"Oh we can talk later then," Starlene said.
"What do you need to talk to me about?" Tiffany asked. She watched from the corner of her eyes as the waitress winked at Skeeter, turned and walked away.
"It's about Skeeter. I went by Stanley's office today. I don't know Tiffany. You better be careful," Starlene said.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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