"Chrissy obeyed again. The crowd erupted in laughter and applause at this added spectacle."Now she will wipe herself with this expensive garment her W...ite privilege provided her."Chrissy wiped her ass with the cheap tank top.Finally satisfied, the crowd allowed her to leave. Her tormentor and protector gave her back her clothes and purse but commanded her to leave her jacket open and her tits exposed to show her repentance.Chrissy staggered away. A news van crew sat her down inside and did a. I just have one student. You. And I know how smart you are. So we can take time to do it right." Mister Bill," Haley questioned, "D'you think I'm smart?"I knew the answer to that. I've been talking with his little girl all summer. I knew that she was a good reader. I knew she had a vocabulary way above the normal twelve-year-old. I knew that she took a logical approach to problem solving. She thought about things. "Yes, Miss Haley, as a matter of fact I DO think you're smart."She looked at me. "Quiet," I command, teasingly. "No distracting the judges or you'll be disqualified." Sorry," she whispers, dropping her chin to her chest in a mock pout. "Do I really distract you, Brandon?" Damn straight she does! They all do."In a nice way," I answer, as I walk past each girl staring intently at her chest. When I get to the end, next to Alex, I stare down the line looking at the variation of protrusions from each girl."Look, this shouldn't just be about size," I say, once again taking a seat. He looked at me placing his hand to my cheek. From my cheek to my chest, his hand traveled down until it reached the button on my jeans. He undid the button effortlessly and slowly zipped the zipper down. He looked at me questioning, as if to give him an answer to further his movements I leaned over and kissed him as if to encourage his actions. He hooked his hand inside the side of my jeans as if trying to tug them off. I decided to help him and discarded them on the side of the bed. I moved.