Hipbone jutting out at the right angle, cocked and loaded, ready to go off like a gun. I used to wiggle down when I walked, because it made all my flesh bounce and the rhythm of my wobble pleased me because it pleased them. It made me feel like the stuff men sink their teeth into. But when they opened up their mouths, sharp rows of teeth were there behind the smiling ones.

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"I wanted the job:  adjunct paralegal instructor. He talked through most of my interview, and in one short ramble, mentioned how young and pretty I was, and I thought:  Easy. Just smile and nod."

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