Michelle asked "What do you two usually wear in lab?" An old sweatshirt and a pair of jeans," I replied. "I don't want to ruin my clothes if I spill s...mething on me. Christine (my lab partner) wears something ratty also." That's your problem!", Michelle exclaimed, "Your just another lost lab student that the poor TA has to help out. You're one of the crowd. You need to stand out. Look at you! You have assets that need to be exhibited!" I thought it over a bit. I did have to admit that I was. As a counterpoint to those wonderfully intense moments of guilt ridden passion, I had started something else. I was taking a life drawing class. My interest in art had been lost somewhere along the way; sacrificed on the altar of being the best girlfriend I could be. Joe had taught me that you should go after the things you wanted as that was the only way you’d ever get them. Could you accuse Joe of being selfish for wanting my body more than anything else in his world? He’d sacrificed his. It was the same bold expression that Prometheus wore as he carried the light of knowledge out of its crypt and into the world, defying Zeus, the jealous, vindictive Lord of the Gods (and it was NOT the same pained expression that Prometheus wore as his liver was pecked out by buzzards every hour for the rest of eternity as punishment). The clouds thinned, then surrendered altogether, and a look of pure evil washed over the pumpkin’s face. A malevolent laugh dropped out of his grinning mouth.. First things first though, I had to pick up some new toiletries since I was low on my old ones and would probably run out before pay day came. ************************************************************************************************************************************************************************* At work the next day, my uniform felt different, but I chalked that up to having to use the in house washing machine instead of my usual laundromat and just decided to get through my.