She went through the list. Use her looks to get stuff? Did that. During her sophomore year, a fraternity gave her free dinners for months, simply because she asked sweetly and showed up each night in a tight sweater. Sure, she had to date one of the guys to get this to happen, but she got to choose the cutest puppy in the litter.
Use her looks to resolve difficult situations? Did that. She remembered her academic advisor, who froze up after one look at her and fidgeted endlessly. The guy was so flustered that he couldn't even help her with course selection. And worse than that, he refused to sign off on her paperwork, insisting that they needed further meetings. After twenty minutes of his helpless fumbling, she knew what she had to do. Kay moved her chair around to his side of the desk, sidled up to him with childlike sweet talk, and only then was she able to coerce him into signing her forms. It really bothered her for a few days, but then she realized that she had learned a useful skill.
Was she that much of a floozy? Could it be that Dan wasn't asking anything more of her than what she already knew how to do? Whore? No, she wasn't a whore. She was a good girl, who just wanted a man to treat her fairly and respect her. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so, because every time she got into a relationship with someone, it ended badly. From the first time she had sex right up to the last time. Badly.
She remembered her first lover, early in freshman year of college. He was a boy from her physics class who only wanted to do homework with her-or so he said. They never did do any homework, but they did have lots of sex, which was what Kay really wanted, too. The problem was that he didn't want to do anything else. When she protested and went to a dormitory party without him, he got angry at her for abandoning him. Soon they were fighting over everything, using sex as a way of making up. Kay knew that this wasn't right, so after a few weeks she sent him packing.
That's when Kay first learned that her looks could win favors, even when she didn't ask for them. It happened the day after the breakup, when Kay was free of that possessive jerk, free to find someone nicer. With flirty abandon, she put on a miniskirt instead of her usual jeans, and walked off to math class. The previous math class had been an exam and of course Kay had done well on it. So class began with the professor walking up and down the aisles of the classroom holding an armful of graded tests, calling out names and trying to get to know his students.