“Maybe I will,” I said, getting annoyed at their “mom” behavior. I glanced at Cherry. “Strip naked.”I barely felt a tingle across my thoug...ts. She was more than ready to just rip off her clothing, as she proved back in class. Was I even truly giving commands to a girl who was so willing to be mind controlled?I don’t know if it mattered as Cherry popped off her bra, unveiling her firm, sixteen-year-old titties. They were round, the same size as Mrs. Haley, but they just had such a supple. She was with a group of her freshman cheerleaders. She glared at me when we came across each other, turned her back on me and led her group of friends away.Well I guess that situation is still to be resolved.On Sunday, Mr. Nash delivered me the completed dossier on Greg Pullin, it was sad reading, it did explain a few things though.Greg was an orphan, he had been living in an orphanage or in foster homes for most of his young life. Most of his possessions came from good will stores, it had made. She smoked her cigarette down and put it out.They drove on then Brooke said, “Wow, I'm feeling those shots pretty good, how about another one?”“Yeah, it's your day,” he said.She got the bottle and poured herself another shot of whiskey. She drank some of the shot, the whiskey burning her throat.Ritchie looked over at her and said, “Technically you're supposed to drink the shot all at once, and then drink a beer after.”Brooke took the shot glass and downed the rest of it, then she coughed two or. His intelligence, wit and exceptional world view showed in every comment and idea. He was not my kind of theoretical intelligent. But he was a true genius in understanding how the world worked.When I asked him what he had done at Oxford he told me matter of fact; “Doctorate in Economics from Baliol.” I had sensed the English academic in him. But I could not imagine such a physically capable person would also have the highest degree an Oxbridge school could grant. I was almost embarrassed to.