Chapter 9

We disembarked at the Zurich station, a monumental edifice that receives more trains in a day than most others in a week. Our hotel was only 2 blocks away, but when you reserve the largest suite for an entire month, with an option for more, they send you a car for both yourself and your luggage.

I helped Nora with her bags, she had four, each the maximum size for checked baggage on an airplane, plus a purse. I only had the airport carry-on bag, and the single max sized bag. We headed south out of the station. A liveried attendant was standing with a sign that said Barkley. I waved, and he came and got three of the bags, leaving Nora with two, and me with only my smallest rolling carry-on.

We followed him to a large mercedes, where the driver took our remaining bags, sliding them into the trunk. The attendant opened the door for me, the driver for Nora. Then they both got in, and pulled into traffic. He had to drive about five times the distance a walk would have taken because of all the one way streets. The driver joked that it was much easier to get to the station than it was to leave it, a subtle hint to the tourists. His companion gave him a worried look, but we both laughed.

Check in was quick, our bags disappeared to our room while they verified our identities, and handed us the room keys. We were escorted to the elevator, and taken to the top floor, where our guide showed us all the amenities, and rooms, and balconies that were for our exclusive use. I slipped him a tip, and he left as I walked out onto the balcony.

Nora came out and joined me. She shivered a little, as we looked out over the traffic and buildings. I pointed out that this must be the tourist area, I could see the Starbucks, the McDonald’s, and we had passed a Burger King coming out of the station.

“Why aren’t you cold out here?”

I glanced around, noticing her breath fogging. I concentrated a moment, and the air around myself in every direction for five feet became 70 degrees.

“Is that better?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s much better Master.” she said with a sexy purr.

“Hold yourself back a moment, it’s time to explain a few things.”

“Out here Master?”

I looked around, and set a limit of five feet again, creating a bubble. No vibration would move past the bubble wall. The outside noises immediately ceased, as my sound barrier took hold.

Nora looked around to see what happened, but then turned back to me, blue eyes glowing with lust.

“What did you do?”

“I created a wall that sound will not pass through, in either direction.”

“How did you do that?”

“I really don’t know the how of it, or the why.” I explained, “I really am 86 years old. I’ve had powers for three and a half weeks.”

“But you act so young, and you are so rich.”

“86 years old, and I worked every day of most of it. I have huge real estate holdings worth more than a billion, with a monthly income in the millions. I’ve always been a bit of a miser.

“Oh, I used to have fun, but lately I was just waiting to get sick and die. My powers changed that. Under my old man wrinkles and gray hair my body has been completely rejuvenated by my powers. The problem I’m facing is that everyone knows I’m 86. I can’t just show up young and start a new life living off my decades of hard work. That’s why I’m here.”

“To get young?”

“To create a young identity I can live as. I told friends I had discovered a previously unknown son, and was traveling to meet him, and if I liked him, I would make him my heir. I planned on creating him, getting him documentation, and returning to the US as him.”

“So what’s the next step, Master.”

“I need the help of a bank. They will create the documentation for a fictional me, then I’ve arranged for the local US consulate to take that documentation and transform it into official documentation as my own son.”

“The bank is in Zurich?”

“Bank Weigelien & Co, the oldest in Switzerland.”

“When do we go?”

“This afternoon they will send a car to pick me up. They’ve been waiting for me to arrive as a 20 million dollar transfer has been waiting on my signature for deposit into a new account.”

“Master, you will need to look suitable for such a meeting if you wish to be taken seriously by one of the great banks.”

“Why don’t you go through my clothes, and pick something suitable out, then send it out for pressing. Do the same for what you will wear as my executive assistant.”

“Yes Master,” she replied with a grin.

We closed the balcony door, and she got to work, while I relaxed on the big couch in front of the bigger TV. I caught up on the world news while she took care of those tasks. When she was done, we sat at the dining table and continued talking.

I explained my ability to absorb energy while manipulating matter at the atomic level, and how that energy was stored inside my body. I showed her how I could use that energy to heal and change my body, as well as hers. I held her hand, and demonstrated as I changed her skin tone through all the major variations.