Dr. Carvington worked countless hours down in his laboratory trying to perfect the greatest breakthrough in medical history. Most of his subjects were very unhealthy and barely made it through Dr. Carvington's experiments. Dr. Carvington wasn't about to give up his work on any poor useless specimen that meant absolutely nothing to him in a personal way. Dr. Carvington must have seen a half a dozen specimens before the right one came along. There stood at the doorway a dashing young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. Dr.Carvington's daughter Priscilla answered the door and was blown away at how handsome the young man was.
Priscilla said, "May I help you?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact you can. I'm here to see Dr. Carvington. I answered an ad in the local newspaper about needing an assistant in some of his experiments," said the young man.
"I didn't catch your name," said Priscilla.
"If you must know my name is Pierre."
"Well Pierre my name is Priscilla I'm Dr.Carvington's daughter."
"I didn't know the doctor had such a beautiful daughter," said Pierre.
"Thank you, kind sir. Now if you'll follow me, I'll take you to see my father," said Priscilla.
Pierre and Priscilla couldn't take their eyes off each other. As they were headed down the steps to the laboratory Priscilla held Pierre's hand and asked him if he had a girlfriend. Pierre said, "No, it's been a long time since I've been in any kind of relationship."
"I would like to be your girlfriend if you like," said a blushing Priscilla.
"I would like that very much Priscilla," said a quiet spoken Pierre.
"Well here we are, this is my father's laboratory. What do you think?" said Priscilla.
"This is a nice set up you got here, Dr. Carvington," said Pierre.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself," said Pierre.
"My name is Pierre. I answered your ad in the newspaper about the need for an assistant."
"Nice to meet you Pierre when can you start?" said Dr. Carvington.
"I'm ready now," said Pierre.
"Priscilla you run along now Pierre and I have a lot of work to do."
Ok, father, I'll fix you and Pierre a nice meal for tonight. Does 7:00pm sound ok?" asked Priscilla.
"Yes, that sounds great." said Dr. Carvington.
"Pierre why did you apply to my ad in the newspaper?" said Dr. Carvington.
"Well Dr. Carvington my mother has been very ill and the doctor bills have been piling up and I've always dreamed of working for a great doctor such as yourself." said Pierre.
"I believe you'll like working with me because I'm working on a scientific breakthrough in the medical field. Does that sound exciting or not to you Pierre?" said Dr. Carvington.
"Sure does Dr. Carvington," said Pierre.
"Pierre there's going to be times when the experiment might fail. If anything should go wrong and the patient dies there is a cemetery about a hundred yards in back of my laboratory where they will be buried."
"Each patient has to sign a waiver form stating that Dr. Carvington will not be held responsible for anything that goes wrong, including death. I've already buried a half a dozen bodies in the cemetery behind my laboratory," said Dr. Carvington.