Power Chapter 32: Sylvia, Chernobyl and the Cottage - Sex Stories

Power Chapter 32: Sylvia, Chernobyl and the Cottage

... topic and had been presented at a conference in Chicago the previous summer. Other conference papers included one presented by Dr. Marjorie Wagoner. Sylvia took the collected research to Dr. Wagoner and explained about Drew. That’s when the shit hit the fan. Dr. Wagoner digested the information and grilled Sylvia about the smallest detail. She then called Dietrich. He wasn’t real happy since by then it was past midnight in Berlin. He agreed to find as many of the original radiographic images as he could and would e-mail them to Marjorie the next day. She called Carl, gave him a summary of the information, and asked him to contact Drew’s doctor in Arizona. They set up a conference call for the next day. Of course, noon in Berlin was six a.m. at Anthony and three in the morning in Arizona. Drew’s doctor started to protest and Dr. Wagoner told him to fucking live with it. Everyone had the papers and about six sets of radiographic images. By noon Arizona time Drew was being given a “gobbledygook thingamajig” scan. His doctor e-mailed digital copies of the images to everyone involved (taking great pleasure that by then it was two a.m. in Berlin). They agreed on a tentative diagnosis and Drew was scheduled for a neuro exam before nightfall. A neurosurgeon was called in the next day. Three days later Drew was recovering from evidently successful surgery and was quickly returning to normal. Anyway, the neurosurgeon and Drew’s doctor agreed that he could complete his recovery at ...

... another institution if necessary. Janice spoke up. “Dr. Wagoner gave me the non-technical short version, then turned her computer around. There was Drew on Skype! He has a plane ticket for tomorrow. A medical team to follow him at the local hospital has been put together. He is coming back.” “We have a lot to do,” I said. “Keep your pants on,” Sylvia said. Then, after looking at me, she said, “Well, at least keep your jockeys on. I’ve already used your credit card to arrange the Cadillac. Carl, Janice and the hospitalist (I had to look that one up later; I thought it might be someone with a fetish for bed pans) will meet Drew at the airport and take him straight to the post-surgical ward.” Janice started crying again. Sylvia moved to comfort her, but Nate brushed her off. “My job,” said Nate. He was beaming. Nate looked like he had performed the surgery himself. Mike spoke up. “Where do they stay once Drew is out of the hospital?” he asked. Drew wasn’t a student anymore, so he couldn’t live in the dorms. Janice was still a sophomore and couldn’t live off campus. I had this one solved. “Mike, join the alumni association. Reserve one of the cottages. Tell the Association you want to use it for the entire remainder of the year. In exchange, you will bring them a check for $18,000 this afternoon. Sylvia, where’s my checkbook?” And so it came to pass. Drew returned to Anthony. Janice took Drew’s credit card (he was well off too, just not as well off as I was) and fixed up the cottage ...