Heather and I were in complete and total shock. Not that we should’ve been. It was an alternate universe. So it’s only logical that she could be a...ound. She pulled back her hood revealing her long black hair and pale skin. She had gray eyes and red lips.“He used to be the High School Football Coach but they canned him after he was caught with an underage ... prostitute.” She said, picking her last word carefully.“Tabitha,” I said aloud, still in shock.“Oh, so you’ve heard of me? Or maybe you. She did and immediately realized what had happened. Her nipples were about to poke a hole through her thin shirt. That didn't go unnoticed by her new friends either.She casually walked away and moved near me. "I am so fucking hot right now. Was that other guy looking up my skirt?" she asked."He sure was you nasty whore," I replied. "Let's do some more."She moved on to another part of the store. This time she picked an older man who was kneeling down in an aisle. She made her way closer to him. Every few seconds one of them would pause a moment to slap the ground and give a roaring bellow that froze the blood. Their black and red striped fur bristling outwards, they looked every inch the eight feet tall they were. With arms nearly as tall as a man they held huge weapons, shining brightly and well cared for, dripping with blood and gore.With a squat and simian saunter they moved towards the frozen group. Tired, wounded and already having casualties from the goblins they stood there. "Now what the old man is saying is hitting home. If only she hadn't suckedon his cock and tasted his sperm, she'd be Julius again and this nightmarewould be over. Rage rose in her and she turned towards the old man andbegan to beat at him. He'd already expected such a reaction and though shegave it all she could, her blows caused little pain to the old man's chestand he let her have her little tantrum. She then couldn't help herself andburst out in a wail of tears. He just held her close and.