While staring uncomprehendingly at the lettering, she reached up to shut her mailbox. "Sonofa..ow!" She jerked her thumb back sharply, the small digit throbbing slightly from where it got pinched between the mailbox frame and the closing lid. Instinctively popping the sore digit in her mouth she began sucking on it. As her red lips wrapped snugly about the sore digit, she suddenly realized what she was doing and slowly slid her eyes over towards Bill The Doorman. Her eyes widened just a bit, and she quickly popped her finger from her mouth, as she saw Bill The Doorman staring at her with his mouth open and tongue dribbling from one side of his mouth. She also saw that Bill The Doorman was playing with some change in his pockets like he was getting ready to throw a handful of dice at a craps table. However, she quickly noticed that she couldn't hear so much as a dime rattling as his hands frantically jiggled back and forth in his pockets.

Feeling a bit nauseated, after all she was only nineteen and Bill The Doorman had to be at least fifty, she quickly turned and scurried to the elevators. With a sigh of relief, she slumped against the elevator wall and enjoyed the short ride to her floor in complete unmolested solitude, which was a rare thing for her these days.

As the elevator slowly lumbered to her floor, Jen continued to study the curious envelope. She had no idea what St. Xavier's Academy was or how they had gotten hold of her address. With a shrug, she decided she ask Master Wang about it and see if he knew anything about the place.

Jen had met Master Wang about eight months ago. At first she thought he was just another horny oriental that got lured to her by her 'power' but he quickly dispelled that. "Mastah Wang numbah one helo tlainah," he had told her. "Before Mastah Wang tlain Batman, she just numbah ten sploiled blat. And Frash..bah...he just good fo one second fuckee fuckee befoe Wang teach to fight."

She had been a bit leery about Master Wang at first but after he proved he could withstand her powers, or so she thought, she had agreed to let him train her. And over the following months he had trained her quite a bit. He even taught her some pretty bitchin Matrix moves like running up the side of a wall and dodging bullets. Unfortunately, she normally fell right on her ass when dodging bullets but she was working on it.

Reaching her floor she exited the elevator and headed to her apartment. Opening the door she went inside and stopped suddenly as she saw Master Wang standing in front of the couch with a pair of her panties pressed to his face. Master Wangs eyes grew ridiculously wide as he saw her, but then he lowered her panties and said, "Ah, my rotus frower, you allive after rong day at work." his eyes darted quickly from the panties in his hands to her face as he continued, "I..ah...I was....foldling raundry...yes!..that's it!..foldling raundry."

With a nod, Jena crossed the room, not noticing the flutter of Master Wangs eyelids as she grew close to him, and extended the letter she had received to him. "Master Wang," she asked. "I got this in the mail today. Do you have any idea what it is?"

Arching a wisened brow, Master Wang took the letter and read the script which caused his eyes to widen and a broad smile to cross his face. Clearing his throat, Master Wang tuned his eyes towards Jena and said in a serious tone, "My child, this lettah of upmost implotance and of course I know what it is." With a sudden clap of his hands he barked, "Handstand for impertenance!"

With a sigh, Jenna tossed the other letters aside and quickly flipped herself into a straight handstand which caused her dress to tumble down her inverted form. As the long fabric was hanging over her face, she didn't see Master Wang ogling at the small thong that stretched snugly over her mound before dipping between the tight round cheeks of her young ass. Leaning forward just a bit, Master Wang positioned his face at her crotch and waggled his tongue wildly just a few inches from her bright red silk covered mound before turning his eyes skyward and whispering, "Thank you, Confucious."

"What was that, Master?" Jen asked as she carefully balanced herself on her hands.

"Er..nothing. You just keep with handstand. You improving."

Tearing the letter open, Master Wang quickly read the fine script before releasing a loud "Whoooiieeee!!"

The sudden outburst startled Jenna and caused her to tumble down, her legs striking the endtable beside the couch and sending the flowerpot flying across the room before shattering against the wall. Brushing her hair from her face, she looked up at Wang as she sat on the floor, "What is it, Master?"

Master Wang was hopping from one foot to the other in an excited jig as he replied, "Onry the best thing to happen since samurie discover peanut butter! You make it, my jiggery student! The Academy is numbah one supah helo tlaining in the world. And you invited!"

It took a second before what Master Wang was tellin g her sunk in and when it did she thought she would burst with happiness. This is what she had waited for her whole life..well...for the last ten months anyway. She grabbed Master Wang's hands and they both jumped up and down with glee. Of course, she was so estatic she never noticed Master Wang's eyes bouncing up and down like a pair of superballs as they followed the delicious bounce of her firm breasts beneath her dress.

Master Wang had her quickly shower and change before the arrival of the limo. After she had gotten dressed, in a very beautiful black velvet gown with speghetti straps and a low plunging back, she asked Wang why he hadn't changed. He explained that it was her night and he would wait at home for the good news of her acceptance, all the while his eyes eagerly drifted to the laundry room and the small pile of unwashed panties that waited within.

The limo arrived on time and the ride was pleasant, although Jena was concerned with the time. After all, nightfall occurred shortly after 7 PM and she knew what happened to her after it got dark. However, she told herself she'd leave before things got out of control.

As they arrived at the Academy, she was surprised and impressed that the driver had the foresight to wear a surgical mask in order to avoid any uncomfortable repercussions from her powers, she stared in awe at the lush grounds and the extravagent mansion. However, just as she exited the limo she heard a scream of, ""Who the hell is the stupid idiot that parked there STUPID CAR in my PARKING SPOT!"

Next thing she knew, she saw one guy go flying through a window quickly followed by another landing head first into a statue of....Superman pissing?

She looked with alarm at her driver but he just gave her a shrug and mumbled through his mask, "Don't worry. Misunderstandings like that happen all the time, you'll get used to it."

With a slow disbelieving nod, she carefully began walking towards the mansion, quite proud of herself that she only tripped over the hem of her gown three times before reaching the door.