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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Thursday December 11th 2003
Jan dropped the tabloid newspaper onto the coffee table of her Upper East Side mansion. She glanced back down at the newspaper and the picture of her husband Skeeter's lingerie store, "Next to Nothing."
"Skeeter have you seen this?" she demanded watching him turn from the fireplace in the living room to look at her. She quickly picked up the tabloid newspaper and shook it at him with the blaring headline "New Village Lingerie Store Proves to be Casting Couch for Girly Magazine."
"Yeah, I've seen it Jan," he said struggling not to smile.
"So while I was upstate working myself to death you had a line of bimbos at the door of that stupid store of yours," she said jumping up from the sofa and walking towards him.
"Yeah, it was a great turn out for the opening."
"Turn out! This looks more like the sleaze they threw out of Times Square," she said referring to his store and the promotions.
"Look Jan, I resent that. You called the TV stations and used your influence to get the reporters there for my opening."
"Yeah, but I didn't think you would turn it into something like this."
"Like what, a successful opening? My store got more publicity yesterday than the mayor."
"This is a disgrace. And why did you fire Amanda? So that you could flirt with all of these floozies?" she asked referring to the sales girl she had hired to work in his store and watch over him.
"You hired her. You never gave me a chance to interview her. I really think she's gay. I can't have her in the store hitting on the women," he said walking towards the sofa and taking a seat.
"Why because you want to hit on the women?" she asked pacing the floor in front of the sofa.
"No! I don't have any interest in the women," he lied.
"I don't believe you Skeeter Diamond. I can't allow this to go on," she said walking towards the telephone.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to call Amanda," she said dialing the young woman's phone number.
"You just called her. She said she was going to sue you," he said shaking his head.
"I'll have to change her mind."
"I think you should leave her alone."
"Hello Amanda. Hi it's Jan Morgan again. How are you?" Jan asked in her most polite voice.
"Depressed. You know I was counting on working in "Next to Nothing" with your husband. I turned down several offers for that job," she lied.
"I'm truly sorry Amanda. You know we can straighten all of this out."
"I think it's too late. I called my attorney and I have an appointment with him in the morning," she lied again.
"Why don't you come over. We would love to have you for dinner tonight," Jan said watching Skeeter jump up from the sofa and start to pace the floor.
"I don't know," Amanda stalled.
"My housekeeper is a wonderful cook."
"I just don't know," she said thinking about the cold cuts in her refrigerator.
"I could send my limo over to pick you up."
"Okay, I'm at 2266 Christopher Street," she said reaching for her boots.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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