I know all their first names,” I say.“Ha, well they’re a bunch of kids. They all live here in Santa Barbara.” Kyle says. “Join the Nerd Herd...! You know you want to!” I say in a rather deep voice. “It’s your destiny!”Nisha walks in carrying two longboards. She changed into a pair of short shorts that show off her very toned and very tanned legs. “Yo, want to go for a ride?” “Hell yeah! Can we stop by a dispensary? Please! They still won’t let you bring weed on a plane…” I beg just a little. I. With a C. How rebellious, I say and she laughs. My names Johnny, with a J, and I accept her handshake. When youre done getting settled in you should come on down to my place, Im right below you. Ya know, to get to know your neighbors and all. Alrighty. Will do. Ill be down in a bit, I say. Until then, toodles, she says and gives a little, girly wave. She turns around to walk away and that gives me the first opportunity to check out her behind and wow, does her ass pop. Not only is it big, but. I glanced down at the belt buckle, SUCK written across it in bold letters. I was glad that I bought this now.Mrs. Daniels bent over her counter and thrust out her ass at me. She wiggled it back and forth, this look of excited lust on her face. She stared at my crotch and licked her lips, drool still gleaming on her chin.“Do you want to pull down my pants or have me do it?” she moaned, the lawnmower's muted sound bleeding through.“You do it,” I groaned. “Let me see that sexy ass.”She winked at. With Traci, all three of them had competition.I was looking out the wings at the audience and mentally counting the cash. At three dollars a head for students and five for adults, the Back-to-School concert was racking it in for the Junior Class Prom Committee. I figured a thousand bucks easy, not counting concessions.One of Robbie's better ideas.Chad Davis started out. He'd turned the song's original eight-bar opening into a guitar solo that lasted about a minute-and-a-half. Not that he was.