Not to be confused with the ancient Roman philosopher and statesman with nearly the same name who wrote descriptive passages of young, naked men bathing, Senneca has little time for indulging in the classics. But for reasons you wouldn't expect. One afternoon a family relative was reading her the comic book version of Viva Zapata and an errant pop shot from across the adobe hut landed in her left eye. Right away, you're probably thinking the wrong thing. And that's why Senneca rarely confides this story as the basis for turning her into the raging whore she is. People often jump to the quickest of conclusions.