Chapter 56: A Three Hour Tour

Carina wasn’t able to get even a rise out of me Tuesday night, so we just cuddled and talked. But Wednesday morning, just before dawn, she was able to get what she wanted as first she rode me to a series of gentle climaxes and then I turned us over and plowed her pussy with jack rabbit thrusts until we were both coming again.

Then I quietly made my way back to my room. I had to stand naked in the hall again until Rachel let me in. She took a long look at me and pronounced me good, then sent me to the shower. When I came out, there was a note telling me to meet Reggie in the dining room downstairs. Rachel had already gone back to sleep.

“How’s Carina?” Reggie asked when I sat down. I was surprised because he always said he didn’t keep up with my sex life. I looked at him, confused. I knew Carina was his little sister, but this was the first time he had ever ask me about her.

“There are cameras in all the hallways. I had my men monitoring the top floor throughout the night as a precaution,” he explained.

We had just helped ourselves to the buffet when Andreza, Isabella, and the twins joined us. They quickly served themselves from the buffet and we all settled into the corner table to eat.

“Have you determined which direction you’ll go?” Reggie asked.

“I think we’re going to go south, towards Key West and then back north into the gulf. We’re less likely to run into roaming task forces and still have plenty of consumer yacht traffic to hide among.”

“They think that Strawbourn might be here,” Reggie started. Of course, that got everyone’s attention.

“Somebody was swimming around the yacht last night. Fortunately, they had the yacht’s underwater lights on all night. Whoever it was never got close enough to do anything, but they definitely saw the evidence of underwater sea scooter use,” Reggie said. “When we get to the yacht, can you go under and check things out without drawing attention to yourself?” he asked.

“No problem!” I replied.

“Then I want you to surface in plain sight at the swim platform and after changing into some decent clothes, check out the yacht for any extra eyes and ears. If you find them, destroy them!” he said angrily.

“What about the Secret Service?” I asked.

“Let these ladies do their jobs. Don’t speak to the Feds or even look at them funny. And for god’s sake, don’t tase them, or whatever you call it.”

“Okay ... no tasing the other children,” I replied.”

“Your first interview is with “Yachting News at nine, followed by a series of six minute spots with a few of the local media and the vloggers. The last one is that famous couple that does tours of yachts. They were here yesterday getting background and will probably take about twenty to thirty minutes to shoot their vlog. Let them go and do not appear on camera with them at any time. In fact, that might be a good time for you to disappear.”

“Okay...”

“Alexey (Mikhaylov) will be posted in the Bering booth next to your passerelle and will handle the rest of the interviews from there. At ten-thirty, the ship, except for you, will be cleared and the Secret Service will do another sweep. Then, the rest of your family will be allowed to board.

“At eleven-fifteen, Alexey will welcome the First Lady and shortly thereafter, he’ll escort her onboard. She will be accompanied by two female agents, who’s stuff is already stored in Crew Quarters Number Two, as per your instructions. From that point, no one else will be allowed to board, supposedly until the First Lady has returned.

“When Alexey disembarks, that’s your signal to get underway. The United States Fleet Forces Command in Hampton Roads has assigned the USS Alvin Childress, an Arleigh Burke-class guided-missile destroyer to be your only authorized escort. Any others are fair game. The Childress is currently headed to the Gulf of Mexico and they will be tracking you through a special satellite transponder on board the Cécile and will continue to do so until the First Lady is no longer onboard.

“Should you need the Childress, there is a special radio in your pilot house. It would be considered polite to stay in touch with them and inform them of any anticipated course deviations. That radio is considered secure by the Secret Service.

“The two female agents going with you have agreed that as long as the First Lady is onboard, they will follow your command unless they present a danger to the First Lady. They are aware of your age. And also aware of your lifestyle.”

“Are they aware that the First Lady might want more healing?” I asked.

“It has not been discussed in my presence, that I know of. Only that they are to respect her wishes as long as she does not place herself in danger.”

“Lastly, there have been two special life rafts installed on the upper decks. They operate just like the others, but are for the First Lady, if necessary.”

“Sounds like you’ve thought of everything,” I told him.

“I hope! But you know what they say about God laughing at the plans of men...” he sighed. “I wish I could tell you what Strawbourn is going to do, but we seem to have been a few steps behind him the whole way.”

As we walked down the pier towards the Cécile, I slipped behind an empty display and quickly disrobed. Then, giving my clothes to Samantha, I slid quietly into the water with only the flashlight Reggie had given me, strapped to my wrist. Then I swam slowly, looking in every direction. Not only did I check out the entire hull, but the pier where she was moored in both directions for as far as I could go.

When I surfaced, I shook my head negatively to Reggie and then climbed on the swim platform and gratefully accepted the towel from Sarah. Wrapping it around my waist, I headed for my stateroom. Our stuff had already been moved back to the Captain’s cabin so that the First Lady could have the Owner’s Suite.

After showering and dressing in clothes that someone had laid out for me, I began a long slow journey throughout the entire yacht. I did find a microphone and camera in the pilothouse and destroyed it on the spot. I heard some shouting out on the dock, but ignored it. I’d do as Reggie said and let the others handle the Secret Service. I also found and left alone, the special satellite transponder.

After exploring the entire yacht including crawling the length of the hull down in the holds, I was satisfied that there were no more electronic surprises. It was close to nine so I made my way to the salon where the interviews were to be held.

I think the Golf Channel could learn a thing or two from the Secret Service because the interviews went off without a hitch and ended promptly on time. The couple doing the internet tour of the Cécile wanted to talk to me, but the Secret Service cut them off and I disappeared up to the pilothouse. I’d have to abandon the pilothouse for a few minutes when the internet couple arrived there, but that would be no problem.

Having finished their video tour of the yacht, the internet couple were gone and my family was on board by eleven o’clock and true to the schedule, the First Lady arrived at the booth at eleven-fifteen. She was interviewed along with Alexey for five minutes and then finally boarded the Cécile for her tour.

This had been the time for the most tension because the First Lady was so exposed out on the pier and in the booth. The Secret Service heaved a sigh of relief when she finally boarded, even though they couldn’t be here with her, except for her two female agents, who I gathered, weren’t really held in high esteem by their male counterparts.

Finally, Alexey departed, the passerelle was pulled in, the lines were tended, and Captain Alfred used the thrusters to push us away from the pier. I noticed that both Captains had on flak jackets and helmets, just as they would on their destroyers in real combat scenarios.

We slowly began making our way out of the marina as the press was being told that the First Lady and other passengers were setting sail for a three-hour tour ... a three-hour tour.

Fortunately, the weather didn’t start getting rough.

We actually had fairly smooth sailing as we brought the Cécile up to four knots until we cleared the shelf just out of the harbor. There, we pushed her up to her cruising speed of nine knots and turned southeast.

The further we got away from Fort Lauderdale, the less tension there was on the bridge. The officers removed their flak jacket and helmets and began to shed their clothes.

“So we’re still heading for Key West?” Captain Tony asked. They both looked at me.

“I spoke with the President last night and agreed to deliver the First Lady to the Venice Yacht Club. They have a home in the area and the three days or so it will take us to get there will allow him the time to arrange adequate protection for her there,” I told them.

“Then the Venice Yacht Club it is!” said Captain Alfred. Our plans, filed with the USS Alvin Childress, called for us meeting them in the Gulf of Mexico and just cruising around for a couple of days.

Once we were beyond the three mile territorial limit, I began removing my clothes and threw them in my cabin as I headed downstairs. Most of the adult ladies were in the salon. The teens had gone to their cabins to get out of their clothes.

“They’re headed to the helipad to catch some sun,” Mom said. Then one-by-one the others ladies excused themselves and then returned without their clothes.

“I guess you take your naturalist lifestyle seriously,” Anita said when it was obvious that she and the two agents were the only ones still clothed. “Do I have to go to my cabin to disrobe or can I do it here?”

“Please feel free to disrobe anywhere it pleases you. We’re out past the three-mile limit and the closest cameras are on the beach at Maimi, some twenty miles that way,” I said pointing starboard.

Anita stood and began removing her clothes. When she was about halfway disrobed, she paused and looked at her agents.

“Well, you were warned...” she told them as she finished undressing. Both agents then stood and hesitantly began removing their things.

“How should we carry our guns?” the short brunette asked. We hadn’t been introduced yet.

“If you’ll pardon me, when our agents had to wear them, they wore shoulder holsters. Unless they had a small gun, which they could wear in an ankle holster. However, most of them placed them so they were convenient, and then didn’t bother with them unless something urgent came up, like pirates. Most of them quickly learned that my abilities vastly outstripped their own in close quarters like this.”

Both agents looked at Sarah and Samantha, who weren’t wearing their guns. Then at the First Lady.

“When in Rome...” she started.

They both ended up holding their guns in their laps. The taller blonde was clearly more comfortable with our nudity. But as usual we all ignored their discomfort and the moment passed. I knew that by breakfast tomorrow, they wouldn’t think anything of their nudity.

“What is the latest report from your doctors?” Carina asked the First Lady, shifting the conversation.

“They were delighted in the turnaround in my cancer. They said it was a miracle, but there is still some in my right-lower lung. They have been taking a wait and see approach. So far, it hasn’t got any worse, but it isn’t completely gone, either,” the First Lady said.

Both of the agents looked up in surprise at this. I guess the White House had done a pretty good job of keeping it secret if her Secret Service agents didn’t know anything about it.

“Why weren’t we told?” the blond agent asked, concerned.

“At this point, only a handful of people know. You have just been sworn into a new secret club that you are not allowed to tell anyone else about. Even your superiors,” Anita warned them.

“But we are required...” the blond started.

“Not under the Executive Order my husband signed a few months ago. You owe your allegiance to the President first, then your superiors. And as long as the information you are withholding doesn’t threaten the security of the United States, or the President, you will not reveal anything you learn about my health or subsequent care on this trip. Understand?” she asked.

“Yes, Ma’am!” they both replied, but you could see the confusion on their faces.

“Good! Then maybe we can get on with Alex’s healing,” she said. “Where would you like me?”

“But Ma’am ... are they authorized to ... do this?” the brunette asked.

“Do you have a secure phone?” Anita asked Carina. Rachel produced my encrypted iPhone and handed it to Anita who dialed a number. After a short wait, her husband came on the line. Anita spoke quickly with her husband and then put the iPhone on speaker and placed it on the table.

“Can you tell me who I am speaking with?” the President asked.

“This is Agent Shannon Hewett and Agent Angela Tucker,” the brunette answered for both of them.

“Agent Tucker, is your service number... “ and he read off a string of numbers.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And Agent Hewett, is your service number...” and again he read off a string of numbers.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you recognize my voice as the President of the United States and the husband of Anita Dexter?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” they both replied.

“Thank you Agents Hewett and Tucker. You are hereby authorized to withhold from your superiors anything you hear or witness regarding my wife’s health and treatment. Everything else will be subject to review by the White House prior to submission to the Department of Homeland Security. Is that clear enough for you?” the voice of the President asked.

“Yes, Sir!” they both stated. Then Anita took the iPhone off of speaker and spoke quietly to her husband before ending the call and returning the iPhone to Rachel. “Thank you,” she told her before turning her attention back to her agents.

“Shannon, I have breast cancer,” the First Lady stated flatly. “Back in January, when I was attending a treaty-signing in Paris, I was introduced to a young man who has an unusual talent. The power to heal. With one of my agents and First Lady Brigitte Macron present, Alex placed his hands on me and healed over ninety percent of the cancer that was destroying my right breast. I am here today to let him try to destroy the remaining ten percent. You will be allowed to witness his healing, but I am telling you now, DON’T you dare interfere!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” they both said.

“This young lady is Dr. Carina Rappeneau, and she is a licensed gynecologist. She will oversee the procedure,” Anita said. “And this young man is Mister Alex Masters from Atlanta, Georgia. He holds a high level diplomatic post in both France and Switzerland. He also owns this beautiful yacht we are traveling on and is the heir apparent to the Rappeneau Foundation. I have the utmost respect and faith in them. I hope you will extend them the same courtesy.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Shannon replied. Angela just nodded her head.

“Now ... How would you like to proceed?” Anita asked Carina.

“I have asked Princess Archara to stay close by me as I assist Alex,” Carina told them. “The rest of the ladies will be leaving the room, although they will not be far away as space, even on this yacht, is at a premium. You may go or stay as you chose, but if you stay, you must not say anything, or move in such a way as to distract Alex at a critical moment.”

“Ma’am, I am so sorry to hear of your cancer,” Shannon told the First Lady, and my respect for her went up a couple of notches. Agent Shannon had her priorities straight. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“The same Ma’am, and I too, am sorry to hear of your ordeal,” Agent Angela told her.

“Thank you,” Anita said as she looked at the two young ladies and smiled. Then she turned to Carina. “What’s next?”

“I would suggest that everyone take a break. Go to the bathroom if necessary, or grab something to drink if you’d like. Then get settled in anywhere. Anita will be lying on this sofa and Alex will be sitting in a chair, at her right arm,” Carina explained. Then she handed me a pair of scrubs. We had discussed me being naked or clothed beforehand and clothed won.

As I dressed, everyone else became settled and Carina began taking the First Lady’s blood pressure and temperature and reported everything okay.

“Can you show me the area that is still active?” I asked Carina. Carina moved her fingers gently to the lower part of Anita exposed right breast. “Her lungs are right below her breast, here, and go that way,” she said as she moved her hand up and over her breast.

“Okay, let’s get this lady fixed so I don’t have to give her a refund!” I announced.

“Stop that!” Anita said as she opened her eyes and slapped me on the arm. “You know that you wouldn’t accept even a penny before!”

I could see her agents relax. I guess I’d have to be careful with the jokes for a while.

“Okay, take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” I told her. “I forget. Are you ticklish?” I asked as I placed my fingers on her ribcage below her breast.

“Alex! Stop that! How can I be serious if you keep teasing me,” she said with a laugh, which is what I wanted. It had been a pretty tense afternoon.

“Okay, here it is.”

I gently laid both hands just on and under her right breast. As I did they began to glow a silvery/white and the area around her breast began to take on an amber hue.

Carina began describing what was happening and telling the others where to look. I could tell that Anita was much more relaxed and receptive this time. At the hour mark, the area on, around, and under her breast had all turned silvery/white. “I think that’s it,” I told Carina.