"Tell me about yourself," said Frankie the Nose.
"You were reading a book earlier. Do you read a lot?"
"I read a lot. I guess. If I'm not going to class or sleeping, I'm studying or reading just for fun." Davey wanted to not get too specific about himself. He glanced down at his plastic bosoms. Things were weird enough without discussing his boyhood while dressed like a high class call girl.
"You're a student? What are you studying? A pretty girl like you, I'll bet you end up with your MRS degree," Frankie teased.
Davey stared blankly. "My what?"