Thirty dollars for a dance. That's crazy.

Ursula wasn't bad. She seemed to have a decent figure and Matt was turned on by bleached blond hair... maybe because of all the porno video he watched. Still, he wasn't about to pay thirty dollars to go to a dance, stand around like an idiot with all the geeky guys, and maybe get one dance with a girl he hardly knew with music playing so loud they couldn't talk so he couldn't get to know her any better.

"I'm not much of a dancer," he said. "So, I guess I won't be going. Uh, do you like to dance."

Ursula shrugged, the motion wiggling her breasts under her top. "It's all right."