Sight Unseen

"5. Which word best describes the model's nipples?" Tits! I thought. We were back to my area of expertise! I'd get this one right for cure! True enough, as the laser beam pointed out the model's nipples, Professor Emile said, "I think we'd all agree that the model's nipples are best described as 'small,' rather than as 'large,' 'inverted,' or 'puffy.'" I certainly had, which brought the sum total of my score to exactly ten. I must admit, I felt a bit embarrassed at having made such a poor showing, especially with regard to a quiz concerning the charms of a beautiful, naked woman! The outcome of the quiz suddenly took on much greater significance than I'd accorded it previously, now that I saw the chance that I might not pass. A sixty percent success would be awkward; failure would be downright mortifying!

I'd become so intent upon the question as to whether I'd pass the freaking quiz that I couldn't remember the fucking questions. I recalled them only as Professor Emile read them aloud, using the laser pointer to indicate their correct responses.

Professor Emile continued: "6. Which response most accurately summarizes the model's physique?" To say I was relieved when the pointer's dot of yellow light paused beside the model's breasts before moving to her hips to pause again as Professor Emile said, "Large bust and narrow hips a top-heavy figure makes." I was up to twenty points.

Again, I felt a little flutter of panic as the next question was read, because I hadn't been sure of the correct answer and had responded by hazarding a wild guess. If I missed this question, I'd fail the quiz, scoring a humiliating 50 percent. "7. Where are the model's hands placed, or positioned?" I actually felt tears well up in my eyes as the yellow dot illuminated the model's hands, which were clasped, very demurely, I thought, over her crotch, hiding all but a few of the swirling strands of her pubic hair. I'd scored yet another correct response, and my score was now thirty points.