THE PRODUCER CH 3

THE PRODUCER CH 3
 
John was still riding a high from the day before.
 
Mundane tasks now seemed a bit more enjoyable. He was just flying through his day.
 
And then Kat came whooshing into his office, gently closing the door behind her.
 
"Boy, am I in trouble," she said, pulling up a chair beside John's desk.
 
"What's up?" John inquired.
 
"Abraham!" she belted out. "He is sooooooooo upset with me. John, I was almost in tears!?"
 
John now pulled back from his desk to face Kat directly.
 
"Why - what is he upset about?" he asked caringly.
 
"The photo shoot he was so crushed - crushed - that he wasn't included. I told him, 'Abraham, you were in Boston!' And, John, we were on a tight schedule and Barbara wanted to get the shots so she could put them out..."
 
John just shook his head, unsure what to say.
 
"But...," Kat began. "I think I may have poured some oil on troubled waters. Only it's goanna take all of our efforts, including Barbara's."
John waited for her next remarks.
 
"John," she said gently, looking directly into his eyes and putting her hand on his knee. "Would you mind doing another shoot? With Abraham?"
 
Getting nude again for Kat, her daughters, and a plucky, brunette photographer surely didn't sound too bad.
 
"Yeah, that's no problem," John said without hesitation.
 
"Yeah? Oh, John, you're a dear," she said, giving him a warm embrace.  
 
"And just between us? Barb said she may not be able to use the shots of Abraham - due to time constraints and deadlines. She said she'll try. But if not? She can just send us what she took, and we'll just save them."
 
"Sounds like a plan," John said.
 
"Good, good, good," Kat answered him, hopping up from her chair.  
 
"That's a big relief."
 
John strode into the kitchen one day to see Kat - showing major thigh in a pair of tight-fitting, cotton shorts - chatting away on the phone.
The cord was stretched all the way over to the other side of the table, where Kat reclined, her gorgeous legs resting up on the table she is leaning, back comfortably in a chair.
 
The conversation went on for a good 10 or 15 minutes.
 
"That was Barry Bettersly," she told John. "He couldn't thank me enough for my last poker video. Said it helped him win 10 thousand dollars out in Vegas."
 
"Great!" John rejoiced.
 
Kat just seemed to have a magical touch.
 
It was a beautiful Sunday morning when the second photo shoot took place at the Fairfax mansion.
 
They had all returned home from church at St. Francis' and had gone out to the pool area to rest and relax and await Barbara's arrival.
 
Barb thought it would be a hoot if the ladies remained in their church attire for the shoot. All four were stunning in their pastel-colored sun dresses.
 
John was still in his button-down shirt and slacks, and Abraham had gone inside.
 
"We really lucked out today with the weather," Kat remarked with a smile.
 
"We did," John agreed, the sun glistening off the still waters of the pool.
 
"I know that - oh jeez," Kat began, then was interrupted, laughing at what she saw.
 
Abraham came jogging out through the sliding glass doors, completely nude.
 
"Wow, somebody's ready for the photo shoot," Mary Ellen said encouragingly.
 
"Dressed in his Sunday best," Kat laughed.
 
"Or Sunday least," John quipped.
 
"Sunday least! I love it," Kat responded, cracking up and clapping.
 
Abraham tried to control his enthusiasm, however, walking over to the group and standing still. He rocked from side to side, like bolts of energy were surging through his big, burly frame.
 
"You ready for Portland?" Kat asked Abraham.
 
He simply nodded the subject not stirring too much enthusiasm in him at that moment. His mind dwelled on other things.
 
"Abraham has a tournament coming up in Portland, Maine," Kat said, leaning into John.
 
"Ahhh," John replied.
 
Kat and Abraham went on chatting for a good 15 or so minutes about bowling. When Abraham jogged back inside for a bit to use the restroom, John had to offer his thoughts.
 
"Gotta hand it to ya, Kat. That's a hell of a poker face," he laughed.
 
"What do you mean?" she answered with a smile.
 
"Going on talking and talking, not even blinking, and all the while...," John described.
 
"What?" she persisted with a loving grin.
 
"That...elephant trunk is hanging right out in the open?" he prodded.
Kat had to laugh.
 
To be continued