Bait and Switch Ch. 19

Author’s note: This chapter is extremely light on the erotica, as I am setting up the finale. There is a lot of character development here, that has to be in place, before I end this series. I could have had more sex it in, but it would have been forced, and I felt it would have been untrue to the characters and plot that I have created. I hope those that have read this far, understand.
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It took me nearly an hour to convince mom that she hadn’t see an alien ship abducting Summer, and thankfully my sister was there to back up my story. Summer and I agreed that she needed to leave our mother’s home, though, just so that a repeat occurrence wasn’t likely. Her first thought had been to come up and stay with me. When I pointed out that we weren’t likely to be able to keep our hands off of each other, and people would notice, and that Lela and/or Harana could pick us up easily enough wherever we were, she decided to fly back home. That also allowed her to start getting her affairs in order, just in case the demons killed us.

We didn’t fool ourselves, as we knew that the odds were against us. They had an entire fleet designed for battle, and we had a few ships that weren’t intended for combat. What chance did we have against that? My switches? Even having physical contact with my sister, I wasn’t certain that I would be able to affect that many at once. Everything just seemed too daunting.

The start of the new semester was today, and I personally considered it a bad idea to go. I needed to concentrate on coming up with a strategy for defeating the demons. This time it was Summer that did the convincing, stating that I that needed to act normal, and like nothing was going on. “Besides,” she informed me cheerfully over the phone, “once we stop the demons, it’s not like school is just going to go away. You will still need your degree… That is unless you’ve changed you mind about manipulating people with your switches…”

And so I found myself walking in the cold air, through campus, on my way to my first class. I decided to walk, so that I would have more time to think. It just wasn’t fair, looking around at everybody else enjoying themselves, as they returned from Winter break, and chatting with their friends as if the world wasn’t going to end in a few days.

Well, I guess I had Gina, or even the twins to talk to if I needed to, but I didn’t feel right dumping this on them.

I was so absorbed in my own thoughts, and concerns, that I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, and ran right into someone shortly after arriving on campus.

“I’m so sorry,” I apologized, giving the woman my hand, after I picked myself up off the snow-packed ground.

“Quite alright, Mr. Xavier,” the woman said in a voice I almost recognized. She looked slightly familiar, but I couldn’t place her. She was an older woman, with long red hair, skinny, and rather attractive. She was wearing a white smock, and so at first I thought she might be part of the nursing program. The only problem with that theory was that I didn’t know anyone from that department, and I was certain I had met this woman before. Something told me to check for my switches, and I was a bit surprised to find some in her: ‘metabolism’, ‘skin elasticity’, ‘red hair’, and ‘slow aging’.

Who had I given those switches to? I had to think hard, before the answer finally came to me. “Mrs. Polkins?” I asked in shock.

“Have I changed that much?” she asked me with a smile, while she brushed her smock off. “I’ve been feeling so young again lately, and my hair color actually came back. Well, not really my hair color, but it is still better than grey. Not sure why it turned red. Not even the doctors could explain it, but I’ve been feeling so ALIVE!”

I could tell that she was indeed feeling well, by the sparkle in her eyes, and the speed with which she talked. I couldn’t help but smile, thankful that my switches had helped at least someone out for the better.

Mrs. Polkins was looking at something red on her smock, and then examining her own hands. Suddenly she grabbed my hand, exclaiming, “You cut yourself. Come with me, young man. Let’s get this cleaned out.”

I tried to protest, it only looked like a minor cut and the nanites would take care of it soon anyway, but she was surprisingly strong, and refused to listen to me. She chatted the whole way to her office. “Ever since just before Winter break, I’ve had more energy, and the pounds just started to slip away. I haven’t felt this good in years. If only Mr. Polkins hadn’t passed away some time ago…” She glanced at me surreptitiously, before continuing, “But you probably don’t want to hear about how lonely it is for an old lady. Anyway, I went to see Doctor Peterson, but he said nothing was wrong with me. In fact, he said that my body was acting like it was almost twenty years younger. Oh, here we are. After you, Mr. Xavier.”

I stepped into the energetic nurse’s office, and sat down where she indicated. She grabbed some alcohol and gauze, before returning back to me, grabbing a stool, and setting it between my legs. She cleaned the cut on my hand; or rather, the blood from my palm. The nanites had already closed the cut for me. Mrs. Polkins looked astonished at my appendage for a few seconds, flipping it over, and then rubbed her thumb across where the blood had been.

“Huh, what do you know,” she said in wonder. “The blood had to have come from somewhere…” She continued to rub my hand, and despite my worries and concerns over the last couple days, her light caresses of my hand were starting to turn me on. When her light caresses turned into a hand massage, I finally looked back to her face, and saw her staring intently into my eyes. “It has been so long since my husband died,” she told me. “I get so lonely, sometimes…” She grabbed my other hand, and started to rub it, and I knew instinctively what she was going for. I was curious to see how far she would take it, without any action on my own. Even though she was sitting between my legs, rubbing my hands, her eyes never left mine, and I couldn’t deny that she looked years younger than she had before Christmas break. It looked like she wanted something from me, so I gave her a slight nod. It seemed to be enough. “I know how stressful it can get for you students. Even during the start of a new semester. All new classes, no idea what the new professors are going to expect from you. Why don’t you take off your shoes, and lay back on the table?”

I did as she requested, setting my shoes and socks next to the examination table, and laying back. She took my left foot in her hands, and dug her thumbs into the meat of the pad. It felt really good to get a foot rub, and I was soon relaxing to the older woman’s touch.

“Just relax, and let me take care of you,” she crooned softly. She took my right foot next, and started to give it the same treatment that the left had received. “You know, Mr. Polkins and I used to be swingers.” I was so relaxed at this point, that I just took the news in stride. I knew where this was going to lead, and thought that it might be a good release for me. “You wouldn’t believe some of the parties we used to throw.” She was working on my calves now, and seemed to be speeding up.