He pulled the remnants of my blouse down and let it hang from my hands which are still cuffed behind me. He stood in front of me then. I can imagine h...m staring at me in my sexy little bra. Like all my bras it’s a sexy, lacy little thing. I know he can see my nipples through the lace.I kept expecting his large, strong hands to begin to molest my helpless body. But still he didn’t touch me, not that way.His hand grabbed the front of my bra and with one vicious, painful yank the front closure was. He'd never heard the word before."Yes, we prefer it to 'nudist', as that word has such negative sexual connotations with Textiles." 'Textiles'?" He had heard this word before but never used in quite this way."Yes, those who are still hung up with their clothes."His eyes scanned her form unbidden. She was wearing a charcoal-grey business suit and a cream-coloured blouse, and unless he missed his guess a bra as well. Rather a lot for a (he looked on the card again) naturist, he thought. "Aren't. "Well, my breakthrough was integrating my memory buffers for replicating objects with my cognitive understanding. I can speed read entire books in seconds now. I don't do it with recreational reading, but for learning languages, sciences, philosophy, medicine, stuff like that, it's fantastic." Oh wow." Melanie looked very thoughtful at me as she ate a piece of fruit. "Medicine, huh? Interesting. And philosophy? Anything in particular you focused on?"I nodded. "I've been studying a lot of. With the new NCAA guidelines, I might have an issue because of this score. I would have to really knuckle down and study so I could take it again.“Let me see,” Mom said, and took it from me.She read it and then gave me a disgusted look. Way to pile on, Mom!“‘Stupid boy,’ that’s your Critical Reading score. You received a 695 in Math and 715 for your Writing section. Your total score is 2130 out of 2400. I guess the reading section score was wrong,” Mom said.Brook had her phone out doing.