"You're a hard guy to find."She had no idea how hard. I couldn't take my eyes off hers. They were like magnets.She continued, "Well, see, last night, ... was supposed to come to your room. You were supposed to be my mentor." I was?" That's why she'd cruised the hallway. "But you didn't stop. How come?" I'm not the hippest bean in the pod. I was sure I'd make a mess of the whole mentor/mentee thing. Are you angry?" No. I had my hands full last night, despite your decision. But thanks for telling. ... I shutter with fear at what it might to to this women... Why did it have to be such a strong animalistic woman?... My heart sinks as I think of her tongue....As if she is reading my mind I feel her tongue coil up my pant leg reaching all the way to to the top of my thigh... It stops just short of my balls. Her saliva is soaking into my thigh, for some reason my skin feels like it is on fire. I don't think it comes from my power.. Is this a part of her quirk?"I... I need to check. She came straight to the point. "I am fully aware that you are not a carer but we have a crisis. Can you please assist us during this difficult time." Doing what? I am the porter."What she then said sent a ripple of fear right through me. "The ladies needed to be bathed just the same as always."What could I say excep, "Yes, of course, I will help?" I was allocated, four residents, and Sarah was one of them. I was shaking when I ran the bathwater for the first one.The ladies were grateful for my. The girl was blond and pretty. Her wavy locks fell over her shoulders and tee shirt. The youth was good looking in a different way. He wore curly brown hair, just a little bit too long. He was heavily muscled. His face was changing form, straddling the tender features of a boy to the thicker ones of a man. The girl gave a last look to make sure of the stranger’s indifference. She resumed her place—lying on her back. The young man hovered above to kiss her, or taste her, or possibly possess her..