The quiet hum of the old house was a comforting sound, a stark contrast to the bustling halls of Northwood High. I was Evelyn Reed, twenty-eight, and the newest intern in the English department. Stepping into the shoes of the abruptly departed Ms. Davies had been a whirlwind. Most evenings, I found solace in my modest rental, grading papers, trying to ignore the niggling anxieties about my temporary status. I was a little curvier than I’d like—a soft stomach, generous D-cup breasts that strained against my professional blouses, and a full, rounded backside that always seemed to attract unwanted attention. Tonight, I was in worn sweats, curled on the sofa...