" I guess so." You know why?" Because I'm a slut, Barry?" She couldn't keep a note of sarcasm out of her voice. He always made her say this."You are, ...icole. That's why I set this routine for you. To show you what you are. What grade did you get in that last exam?" A+." Even though you spent the day before sucking your own tit while shoving a bottle up your pussy and telling the internet what a whore Katie is. You see? It's in your nature to be a slut." I studied hard in the time you let me.". .. who?" the drillmaster said with a stern voice."Um ... Yes, Sir?!" Sylvia said, not completely sure if he meant this."That's better," he said. "So, what's your question?" Can we have some clothes ... maybe?" Didn't you listen?" Umm ... I did ... Sir." Well, didn't you hear me say you are maggots?" Huh?! ... yes I did!" Sylvia said completely confused with his statement."Well, ever seen maggots with clothes?" No, Sir?!" Sylvia said, getting the drift of his statement."Well, why do you think. We were both taking music classes at my local college, and for some reason,we really clicked when it came to musical collaboration. Even our teachercompared us to Lennon and McCartney, except I hated performing our piecesin front of an audience.Which may have been because I was still in the closet trying to be a guyinstead of the woman I've known myself to be most of my life.Our teacher helped us make some submissions to record companies, and so evenbefore we graduated covers of our songs. Nobody told me what the job market was really like. I spent so long looking for a job that to make ends meet, I found myself working at Starbucks. I also worked as a security guard and as a library assistant just to make ends meet. The world isn’t kind to recent university graduates, especially with today’s crappy economy. You’ll find plenty of people with MBAs, MFAs and all that working at Starbucks, Tim Horton’s and Wal-Mart. Getting hired by the C.R.A. was a stroke of luck. I went from.