"Fraying Nerves," said Maddy. She thought about the bag boy at her neighborhood grocery store. Would she fondle him? No. He looked like Boy George's less attractive brother, a negative quality that looked even worse when paired with an apron and rubber-soled shoes. She puffed on the battered cigarette. "I wanted to name it the Cum-Twats, but I was overruled. You like rock 'm roll?"