Part 38

It was well past 10:00 PM before Dr. Stevens could drive the two girls home. His only concern was explaining to their parents why he had kept them out so late. Luckily he did have that emergency call that came in that was in his notepad that he could show them if they asked.

Surprisingly, neither of their parents required any explanation as to the girls’ tardiness. They obviously believed their daughters to be virtuous to a fault and trusted him with their care.

As soon as he got to his apartment he prepared an email for Kevin Jenkins.

[Sorry for the delay in responding, but things have been somewhat hectic of late. As to your proposal of a movie ‘starring’ your wife, I have the necessary material now to move forward on this.

What I will require from you now is for you to drop your animal to the Newborn Clinic. You will simply ask for a grooming to be done to your dog.

You will then arrange to have your wife come by to pick him up a few days later. I will need to know her name so that I can then have her ready for her ‘performance’.

I hope that this arrangement is satisfactory to you. I await your response and information.

K9 Productions]

He then clicked send before retiring for the night.

Dr. Stevens didn’t get a response back from Kevin Jenkins for three days and was worried that the man might have backed out. But then a message finally came in, it was from Mr. Jenkins.

[Sorry for the delay.

Had to find the time when the wife wasn’t around.

I’ve read your instructions and it all sounds fine to me. I’ll be dropping off my Mastiff, Bash next Monday. I will then make arrangements for my wife Sheila to come pick him up later in the week.

Hope this is good with you, if not let me know of the changes you might need me to do.

PS I would prefer that there not be any writing on the movie of my wife, no credits and company logo, thanks

Kevin Jenkins

]

Robert Stevens read this and smiled.

‘Yes, this arrangement will do nicely,’ he thought as he took note of Jenkins’ wife’s name.

He then sent a reply confirming that everything was fine by him.

The following Monday morning, Kevin Jenkins walked into the Newborn Clinic and made his way to the receptionist desk.

“May I help you, sir?” Chantale greeted him with a nice smile as she greeted the distinguished 49-year-old businessman that had just walked into the clinic.

“Err, yes,” Kevin spoke nervously. “A friend of mine suggested your clinic for my dog Bash here.”

The dark-skinned receptionist smiled as she looked down at the massive looking Mastiff.

“My, he is a big one, isn’t he?” She smiled as she complimented his dog.

“Yes, well he can be a handful at times,” he smiled back, feeling quite at ease with her now. “Anyway, I’ll be out of town for a few days and I thought it would be a good time to get him properly groomed.”

“Oh, we can surely take care of that for you,” Chantale kept up her professionalism. “And when will you be back to pick him up?”

“Oh, my wife will take care of that,” Jenkins told her. “Would Friday be too soon?”

“No, Friday with be fine, sir,” the receptionist told him as she handed him the chit for Bash. “And your wife’s name?”

“Oh, Sheila,” he stammered. “Sheila Jenkins.”

“Well, that’s all the information that we’ll need for our records for now,” Chantale said as she got up from behind her desk. “I’ll just take ... Bash back to the kennel area.”