Brains, her body's already goddess-level

Jim took a few moments to collect her thoughts as she glanced around the room at the faces of her team, each of them were mirroring the look on their boss' face, followed moments later by the sound of the door opening and closing as the man stepped out from the room. After a few moments, she turned and motioned for the girls to follow her and they kept a quiet hush until they were safely in their small section of the floor and in her office before they all burst out laughing and talking. She was proud of all three of her girls, especially since it wasn't too easy to keep their mouths shut and being professional in the face of a dress-down from the higher-ups, and when they managed to settle down, she nodded and dismissed them for an early lunch.

Jim settled back in her chair and looked at the question again on the paper in front of her and paused for a moment. She had always been one of the smarter people in the class, from the first moments of preschool on through high school. She loved her family, don't get her wrong, but there was something about not wanting to be just like everyone else that made her motivated to study. That and studying just came easily to her, very natural, very smoothly, and she didn't have to struggle as much as Angela did. By the time she had graduated from High School, she had her choice of several places to go to and she had settled for a HBCU, figuring that it would be fun and easy to study. That and Shanice was going to the same school so it was much easier to decide.

With that in mind, she reread the question again.

18.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT WOULD BE YOUR INTELLIGENCE? ONE BEING STUPID AND TEN BEING HIGH ENOUGH TO DRIVE THE CLASS NERD UP THE WALL?

Jim clicked her pen and put her answer down. I would be an 8, smart enough to be able to figure things out quickly and without much effort, like usual, but not too much of a brain that I couldn't have fun, enjoy life, and be able to have a social life. She placed her pen down and gently leaned back in the chair and rubbed her temples as her brain, prompted by her answer, became just a bit sharper as extra connections grew and sparked to life. Her IQ rose a few points, as did her acuity and ability to process information a bit faster.

With a smile, she opened her eyes again and turned back to the quiz, making sure that the answer was written and then noticed that there only a few more questions left for her to answer. Somehow, for some reason, she felt a little sad by that but then just laughed a bit to herself before placing it down next to her purse and then turned her attention back to the work in front of her. Quiz or not, she wanted to get out as quickly as possible.

***

Jim got out of her car and spotted Gerald's in the garage, figuring that it was his early day off from work, and with a smile, she silently slipped into the house. On his early days, he liked to get home from work and either make arrangements to meet up with his friends and play some basketball or go work out at the gym. If he was playing ball, she would go and sit on the bench and chat with the girlfriends who came with. If it was the gym, and she silently hoped it was, she would go along and work out. The gym would build up enough tension in Gerald that they would come home and barely make it in the door before he would turn and rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless on the floor. Smiling, she looked at the bag on the floor.

Gym it was.

19.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT TYPE OF BRA WOULD YOU BE WEARING?