After tremedous pressure from the bouncers, on an Easter Sunday I took off all my clothes. Avery was born. My mentor mother gave me my last name. At the time I liked it but today I would pick another. I would like to be Avery Leopold or Avery Snowe. Perhaps those are just as good as Avery Adams. On Easter night in South Carolina I transformed from wallflower waitress to snobby stripper.