Chapter 5

The visit to sign papers on Monday was a quick trip. I ate at a nice restaurant around the corner from Paul’s office, then took an Uber back home. The instructions for Thomas were on the table, his mother had a backup copy just in case. I had walked him through the process, and made sure he understood he would be responsible for putting the garbage can out on Sunday.

Camellia seemed to understand I would be leaving, and was pouting about not getting to go. At 3 the airline provided service arrived, packed up my bag and carry on, and drove me to the airport. I was momentarily stunned to find myself through security so quickly.

The special lounge provided a nice snack, a fizzy concoction with berries, and a relaxing space to enjoy waiting for a plane flight. I’ve flown for more than 60 years, but since the days of TWA it’s just become ever more tedious. This was, a revelation. I quickly decided I didn’t want to ever travel any other way.

When it was time to board, we upper class passengers were escorted to the gate, and allowed on first. Then we waited for the rest of the place to get packed to the gills. I reclined back enjoying my space all to myself. No fat guy squished in next to me, no having to get up and let somebody in next to me. I just sat and looked out the window, and played with the screen that showed the view out the back.

I hadn’t flown in more than 20 years. My last flight was before 9/11, and the stories of the horrors of aviation afterwards helped me decide it really wasn’t necessary. By that time I was getting ready to mostly retire.

The little manual explained how when I asked for turn down service, my chair would unfold into a bed. This was likely to be the best cross Atlantic flight I’d ever been on. I smiled, I couldn’t help it, I was excited.

Just after the flight took off, they served dinner. It was good, airplane food, but the best airplane food I’d ever had. Then I requested the turn down service. The bed was decent. I was still short enough that it was plenty long, but I could see booking the seats at the front of the plane next time to reduce the number of people walking past, and bumping into my feet.

A five hour nap, and then it was time to get up for breakfast. I picked the scrambled eggs and bacon. Then we were landing. Being upper class, we got to exit, and get our luggage first. I stepped out to check my phone, and found a text from the hotel directing me to where they were waiting for my arrival.

At the curb, a liveried driver held a sign, ‘Mr Barkley’. I could tell that the little old white guy was not the Barkley the onlookers were hoping for. The driver took my bags, and I got to enjoy the sights during the 30 minute drive to the hotel.

The Sir Adam Hotel. I admit, I noticed it because it shared my name, but it’s rating, and offers of personalized services sold me on the hotel. I had a very nice room, so I simply went back to sleep.

I awoke well before noon, but was hungry so I went up to the roof for lunch. They served a delicious burger, which I inhaled. The scenery, the fresh air, it was a delight. I went for a nice long walk, then back up to my room, where I took out my practice rock. A couple hours later it was time for dinner.

I went to bed right after dinner to get myself used to the time change, but wasn’t really feeling any effects. It seems that my internal power source was quite able to adjust my body’s rhythms for me.

I awoke early, and began practicing my power with my rock. Today my limit had reached 524,288 uses or as I kept it in my head, 512mb. To break a million I needed to practice 262,145 times, or 256mb, plus one. My max speed was about 18,000 uses an hour, so I was looking at well a bit more than 14.56 hours of use.

Breakfast came to the room, food was my only pause. Then lunch, then dinner. Finally at 10:30 that evening I reached the goal for the day. I sensed it immediately. My power had changed, but I couldn’t quite tell how. I was too tired to worry about it.

In the morning I had a better understanding of some of that change. I could now sense the atomic particles in a deeper way than I could previously. They were so beautiful. I could also sense an internal counter. At almost 530AM it was 1,068,016. I used the power to split an o2 molecule in the air. It dropped to 1,068,015. Then a moment later it went back up. And up. And up. It seemed to keep increasing about once every second, whether I used it or not.

Fascinating, but after the stress of yesterday it was time for fun. Amsterdam is known for several things, sex and weed included. The weed didn’t interest me, I could intuitively tell that it would have little to no effect on my energized body. That made it not worth the money. Sex on the other hand, that I could appreciate. Plus, I had all day.

My personal concierge described the options, and he then proceeded to accompany me to a local house of prostitution. This was the kind of full service care that prompted booking this hotel, despite the music memorabilia.

The hotel driver brought the two of us to a very nice place. I perused the posted prices, and stable of available ladies, then made an offer. I agreed to pay $2000 dollars US, per hour, per person, plus $1000 for each orgasm I experienced, ending when I was either satisfied, or could not continue.

My proposal was agreed upon, after I handed over my Amex Black. I had received this card just in preparation of this trip. From new luggage, to new clothes, the plane flight, and the hotel I had yet to rack up even 10k in charges yet. Today would hopefully blow that out of the water.