Chapter 7

My head felt groggy and there was a dull pounding in my head as I awoke. As my surroundings became apparent, I realized that I was once again in my bed with Alex and Jennifere bookending me. As I opened my eyes, I saw Susan standing at the side of the bed, once again wearing her scrubs and white coat.

“You gave us quite a scare,” Susan said quietly.

I gave her a questioning look, not wanting to wake the women in bed with me.

“We’re awake,” Alex said groggily. “How do you feel?”

“Tired, and I have a bit of a headache,” I answered.

“That isn’t surprising, you’ve been asleep for almost sixteen hours. Do you think you could drink something? I’ve held off starting an IV, but I’m beginning to worry that you are more than a little dehydrated.”

“Yeah, something to drink sounds good,” I answered and moved to sit up in bed, the covers falling away to reveal that we were all naked in the bed. And it spoke volumes to how tired I felt that the site of the two beautiful women in the bed with me didn’t cause any reaction.

“Can someone tell me what happened?” I asked after I had drained the glass of apple juice that Susan handed me. “The last thing I remember is leaving the ballroom and heading for the back elevator.”

Jennifere spoke up then. “There was a child in the hallway, hiding around a corner, waiting for you. When you came by, he reached out to grab you.

She paused and her eyes teared up at this point and I became worried about what I had done.

“He had terminal brain cancer and had snuck out of the hospital to try for a chance at touching you. He is an orphan from the Middle East and he has no one to look out for him. Susan grabbed him after you started falling and already his fever was starting to spike, so she quickly put together what had happened,” she continued.

“He is finally resting in the other bedroom and the doctors from Sick Kids will be here later to check on him.”

“I healed him, without even trying?” I asked.

I was answered with nodding heads.

“So, I guess we need to get up and get some breakfast and get going because now that I am up, I am starving!”

And so began my day.

After a hearty English breakfast that my physician approved, I dressed in some of the tailored slacks and sports coats that the tailor had made. It was only fair that I wore everything they made so they could get as much publicity as possible, I thought to myself.

Soon, the staff from Sick Kids showed up and examined the orphan who was still sleeping in the next room. They had a person who spoke Arabic and they soon learned his name was Mahmoud.

After assessing him in the room, they wanted to rush him to the hospital for more testing, but then Susan and Alex spoke up.

“And who will take responsibility for him?” Alex asked. “You can’t go testing him without consent from an appropriate guardian. To the best of our knowledge, he does not have such a person and we are awaiting the arrival of our attorney to ensure appropriate arrangements are made for the boy.”

Susan added “And any tests that you want to do are clearly for scientific purposes and he should not incur any costs for those!”

There was some grumbling but the lawyer who had dealt with us before gave us a subtle nod, knowing that we were simply trying to look out for the boy’s interests, and perhaps a bit of our own as well.

When our attorney, Mr. Branna, arrived a few minutes later, having been forewarned by Susan what was likely to happen, the lawyers quickly sat down and worked out the details including having the court appoint an emergency guardian for the boy. I’m sure the million-dollar trust fund I gave the orphan didn’t hurt speeding the process along.

By early afternoon, we were all hugging Mahmoud and wishing him well as he went off with a very lovely Muslim couple who wanted children and had been trying to adopt for some time. They hadn’t been able to afford lawyer fees and such to adopt an infant, so when the social worker heard about this case, she immediately called them. Even if it didn’t last long term, it would be a good place for him while it did last.

That evening we had dinner in the suite and had Tony join us.

I had been thinking that while we were comfortable in Toronto and even in Canada, we needed to move around and make some official visits as Jennifere had outlined in her initial plan. It made sense to me that we make our trial run in the friendly confines of the Canadian government. And that meant a trip to Ottawa, and a stop in Quebec just to ensure the French-speaking Canadians didn’t feel slighted.

I wanted to break the news to Tony personally since I knew that our presence was both a blessing and a curse. Sure, he had gotten a lot of coverage in the press and that was good for business, but the cost of security and similar measures had certainly been a drain. I was also sure the staff was becoming a bit fatigued.

When I broke the news to Tony, though, he sadly nodded.

“I knew this day would come,” Tony said morosely, “and I know the hotel staff could use a break, but I will be sad to see you go.”

“I have spoken to my management and they want me to impress upon you that you are always welcome at any Fairmont property, anywhere in the world. I know my counterpart in Ottawa very well and you will be treated very well by her. She is one of our bright young stars and has a sense of what is needed to run a hotel successfully before there is even a problem.”

And so, we had a quiet dinner and drinks that evening, spending some quality time with Tony. It was nice, and clearly, my body needed the rest and recovery time as I was nodding off by ten in the evening. Tony took his leave after an emotional goodbye where he tried to express his gratitude for healing his arthritis but words escaped him. And since I hadn’t even known I was doing it at the time, it just made us both feel uncomfortable.

Then Alex, Jennifere, and Susan helped me out of my clothes and into the bed, where sleep quickly overtook me.

Four bodies in a king-sized bed were too many, and by the time the morning sky started to lighten, even the gentle movement of everyone in the bed soon had all of us awake.

Susan smiled at me from across the naked and still drowsing form of Alex before she blew me a kiss and slipped out of bed. I knew she needed to take care of some things before she could travel with us, like ensuring that her call would be covered and the like. But since she was technically still following orders to ensure I was well taken care of while in the country, she didn’t think there would be much of a problem.

Meanwhile, Jennifere had molded herself to my back and was rubbing up against me, her hand snaking its way around me and grabbing my rapidly hardening cock and slowly stroking it as she continued to writhe against my back as if the contact itself was causing pleasure to course through her.

After a few minutes of this, I needed more relief than her hand, but before I could turn over and take her, I felt a warm mouth descend on my cock and realized that Alex had awakened and joined in our morning romp.

Jennifere didn’t let go of my cock, but somehow found a way to time her strokes with Alex’s bobbing and sucking on my cock. As Alex took me deeper and deeper into her throat, Jennifere moved her hand down to cup and caress my testicles, and as my passion rose, the two women writhed in a sexual frenzy.

It took only a few minutes and soon I was at my peak, erupting into Alex’s mouth. My orgasm seemed to trigger the ecstasy of the women. Jennifere ground her sex against my thigh, while Alex gasped around my cock, swallowing rhythmically long after my pulsing had ended.

Alex finally released my cock and kissed it gently. She slid up in the bed to lay her head on my shoulder and Jennifere matched her on the other shoulder.

I must have dozed off because when I next opened my eyes, I was alone in the bed. I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower where I found a set of clothes laid out for me and my travel kit all packed up except what I needed to get ready today.

I figured I should take the hint and get ready, as the women were ready to go, so I did my usual morning routine, very efficiently I might add, and then headed out to find some food.

In the dining room, I found a hot breakfast waiting for me, the cook having been alerted that I was up and in the shower. A hot coffee, some fresh fruit, and an English muffin with cream cheese filled my stomach and distracted me from looking for everyone. It was only when the coffee was empty and the caffeine hit my brain that I realized I hadn’t seen Alex and Jennifere.

Usually, one of them would come and sit with me while I ate, even if they had other things they needed to do. Even Susan hadn’t made an appearance.

When I wandered out into the main room, I saw a set of brand-new Briggs and Riley luggage sitting by the door, ready to be picked up. Realizing that the girls must have packed my belongings, it then dawned on me that they had gone to their homes to pack for our trip. I wondered how long they were planning for us to be gone.

Not knowing when they might be back, and since we didn’t have firm plans on when we were leaving to head to Ottawa, I settled into a chair, turned on the television, and watched a nature show on CBC.

The past several days must have taken more of a toll on me than I realized, as once again, I awoke in the chair as I felt a warm comfortable body settle into my lap.

“Wakey, wakey!” Alex whispered softly in my ear before kissing my cheek and then giving me a kiss that made me wish that we were naked in the bed instead of fully clothed in a lounge chair.

“Mmmm, I’d love to, but Susan would like to ask you one last favor of you and you can’t do it if you are napping after another round of really hot sex.”

“What does Susan want?” I asked warily.

“I think she better ask you. I don’t want to get involved,” Alex said quickly as she slid off my lap and out of reach. “I just agreed to come retrieve you. She is waiting for you in the ballroom.”

Having a reasonably good idea of what was waiting for me in the ballroom, I decided to eat a power bar and drink a liter of water on my way down.

Sure enough, a room full of kids was waiting for me in the ballroom, and Susan ran over to me when I walked in.

“You don’t have to do this,” she said apologetically, “but when I returned from packing my stuff, there were swarms of kids from the hospital in front of the hotel. Their parents had all checked them out of the hospital against medical advice and brought them here on the chance that they might see you or be able to touch you.

“There are also families from around the country that have flown here in the hopes that you would heal their kids.

“I’ve tried to triage the kids as best I can so you can maximize the good you do.”

She finally paused and I looked at her.

“If I try to heal even a tenth of these kids, I’ll end up in a coma!” I exclaimed quietly.

“Not if you heal them like you did Tony.”

I paused and thought about it. As opposed to trying to heal Tony all at once, I had simply thought about his hands healing themselves. And I hadn’t felt drained afterward.

“Well, let’s give it a try,” I answered and followed her toward the first family.

I was still exhausted when I returned to the suite that afternoon. There had been more than 200 children in the ballroom, and we had discovered that Susan needed to tell me what was wrong with each child so that I could think about how I wanted them to be healed. It was a slow process.

All I wanted to do was go to sleep when I walked into the suite, but instead, I was met by Alex and Jennifere who were just making sure there was nothing left in the room.

“Go freshen up in the restroom and then we’ll head down to the train. You can sleep on the way to Ottawa.”

I knew better than to argue since it was my idea to go to Ottawa, so I just nodded and a few minutes later, we were escorted by a group of RCMP police through the underground passage from the Fairmont to Union Station.

Jennifere had arranged with VIA rail for a private rail car for us on the train to Ottawa. It would take us longer than flying, but we would be able to sleep and travel in style and I had been all for it when she had first mentioned the idea.

The RCMP hadn’t been terribly excited about the idea, but they hadn’t had the nerve to say no. So, we would have air cover and roadblocks along the way, making the train an express. The rail company was rather happy about the exposure and was going all out to make sure we were happy and comfortable on the trip.