Be about an 8

Jim thought about this one, more so than the others, and throughout the day, he was more or less occupied by the mental gymnastics going on in his head, to the point where Bridgette almost wanted to slap him through the computer. "Damn it, Jim, snap out of it!" He blinked and then realized he had been holding up the meeting. Quickly making a call and barely spending any time reviewing the notes, he closed the screen and then turned around to look at the wall in front of him, holding the paper in his hands.

On the one hand, he was definitely too smart for his own good, having been grinding away at studying and getting good grades, making Deans List and honor roll throughout school, all because of the idea that he was a blonde and he didn't want to be lumped into the stereotype of being an airhead ditz, though some of his childhood friends had been ditzes (And they weren't even blonde!) As he went through high school and the other boys discovered their dicks were attached to their eyes, his rack and ass had gained more than a cult following and many people dismissed his studying as an attempt to turn guys away. Hell, even his mother had wondered out loud if it was worth sending him to college if he was just going to get knocked up by a boy sooner or later.

He had showed them all.

Then again, there were benefits of not being dumb as a box of rocks. Namely, he was one of three in his senior group of friends that had managed to go to and finish college without taking time off to have babies. Even more impressive was that he had been one of 20 sorority sisters who had rushed in college and 10 years out, he had managed to graduate with a Masters before having a kid. Seven of his sisters had 4 by that time.

There was something to be said for having a brain.

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?

He picked up his pen and nodded. Without a doubt, I'd be an 8. Not too brainy but I would have a sharp mind, able to understand and pick up complex things while knowing how to be socially adept. A good balance between book smarts and street smarts. Jim closed his eyes and sighed as a momentary fog washed over his mind. His brain slowly rewired itself, already his pretty good IQ went up a few notches and his mental acuity became even more efficient and flexible in helping him pick up things faster and more ready at the leap to recall.

***

"Honey?"

Jim peeked out of the kitchen as the door opened and James walked in with Angela running in behind him, her smaller feet carrying her into the kitchen where she latched onto his legs. "Mommy!"

He patted his daughter on the head and paused to give James a kiss on the lips before turning his attention back to his daughter. "How was school today?"

"It was great! I never knew it would be so much fun..." she began talking a mile a minute and he had to hide a smile as the little 8 year-old bundle of energy kept yapping away about all the fun she was having in her class. Jim kept up and after she finished, he motioned for her to go into the bathroom to wash up before dinner. James, for his part, smiled and walked up to his wife and wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled himself in for a kiss.

"How was your day?"

Jim shrugged, feeling little urge to really move as he slowly ground himself against James' body and felt a hard bulge pressing into his body. "Much better now. Think we can put her to bed a bit early? I need some help with some spreadsheets..."

James laughed at Jim's oddball comment and playfully slapped him on the butt before winking. "I think I can keep it up for that..."

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