the wolf , a huge white male , hit him in the chest and tore out his throat in a single , practiced motion . if i got pissed , she 'd get mad . the dry smell of chalk-dust in the classrooms in the math wing . `` did you say anything to her about yesterday ? '' part of me sees you and everything comes back all over again . could be fifty miles an hour , could be seventy . i wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard and deep , hitting the back of my throat . 