After death, he would soon wake up in the afterlife. In a vast dark nothingness, he was sitting in a hard chair. Approximately twelve feet across from...him sat a beautiful girl with striking long blue hair and a startlingly short skirt."Your life was a short one. But you are in fact dead." the girl matter of factly told him as she lounged in her throne all decked in blue with an absurdly large translucent pink ribbon flowing about her body. Her body language was as one thoroughly bored by her. Maybe he began to realise how much he affected me because from that day he wouldn't stop. I was often cornered on the stairs on the way to the changing rooms and pulled roughly into his defined body, seeming like he was about to kiss me before walking away. I would feel him stand right behind me as I touched my toes so I could feel the head of his penis rub against the cheeks of my ass. He was playing me at my own game and teasing me 10x worse than what I was trying to achieve.. I still. How eccentric."Good morning Doug," he said. "I'm afraid I don't have a phone here."I looked at him puzzled. "How did you know my name?" I asked him, adding"and that I needed a phone?" I'm a wizard." he explained. "I make it a point to know who comes in to mystore." Yeah..." I looked around. "What kind of a store is this, anyway?"He leaned over the counter, coming close to me. "A magic store." he saidquietly, as if he didn't want all the non-existent customers to know. Hesnapped back and said. ’ ‘Jon was screaming in pain, but I couldn’t move with him on me. I finally managed to roll him off and saw the blood and glass all over the floor. I don’t even remember cutting myself. When I saw the blood on his shirt, I knew he was shot. I crawled over to the doorway and shut off the lights. Then I drug him behind a counter and called 911.’ ‘Why did you turn off the lights?’ he asked. ‘I didn’t want to give the fucker another shot. Excuse my language. I lived in New York City long enough to.