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Soap Opera "As The Mouse Moves" - Wednesday January 14th 2004
Skeeter and Lola walked through the lobby of the hotel on Forty Fourth Street in Times Square. Skeeter held her arm to steady her after the strong drinks she had in his room.
"Is the car there?" she whispered referring to the limo he had rented to impress her earlier.
"Yeah, he should be there," Skeeter said as they walked towards the front of the lobby. He saw the photographer standing near the elevators and he turned and looked straight into the camera when the flash went off.
"Oh no, who is that?" she whispered as they picked up their pace.
"Probably just a tourist, don't get nervous Baby," he said putting his arm around her as the photographer snapped another picture of them.
"Hurry Skeeter," she whispered as the flash went off numerous times. The doorman opened the doors and they walked out onto the sidewalk. She turned to glance back and the photographer snapped another picture of her.
"Oh, this is horrible Skeeter," she said. "I think that man is with the press. Go tell him to leave us alone," she said as Skeeter held her arm.
"Look Baby," Skeeter said getting close to her face and whispering.
"Skeeter he's taking our picture," she said nervously.
He kissed her quickly on the cheek as the camera flashed again.
"What did you do that for?" she asked shocked as he grabbed her arm and walked towards the car at the curb.
"Because I care about you Lola. I'm not afraid," he said as he watched her get into the back of the car.
"But what about Jan?" she asked as he got in quickly and closed the door. The photographer ran up to the car and flashed a couple of shots through the window.
"Who cares. We've both been through enough. We deserve each other," he said as the car took off into the traffic.
"Oh, this is horrible. I bet our picture will be in the newspaper Skeeter," she said breathlessly as her voice quivered.
"Where to mister?" the driver asked.
"Just have him take me home Skeeter. I can't handle anymore today," she said.
"Take us to the Upper East Side," Skeeter said.
"Skeeter what will you do if Jan finds out?" she asked referring to his wife.
"I'll lie of course," he said.
"You'll lie? You think it will be that easy? You get caught coming out of a hotel with me and you simply say you'll lie?"
"Don't worry about it Baby. If Jan and I split, we split. I'm not worried about it."
"But I have to worry about it. I just had that horrid experience with my doorman," she said referring to the photographer that had taken pictures of her in the bed with her doorman. The picture had appeared on the front page of the tabloids a few weeks ago.
"Don't worry about it Lola. Look you went to the room with me and you knew we might get caught," he said lighting a cigarette.
"I didn't know you smoke," she said fanning the smoke away from her face.
"I do. So what? Would that have made a difference?"
"No Skeeter. I guess not. What have I gotten myself into," she said shaking her head.
"It's just more publicity Baby. So our picture will be in the New York Mirror tomorrow. My wife will be mad, but she'll have to get over it. You're not married, so what's the big deal?" he said blowing a smoke ring and leaning back in the seat of the car.
"How do you know the photographer was with the New York Mirror?" she asked.
"Guessing," he lied.
CONTINUED TOMORROW. MORE SOAP PHOTOS BELOW.
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