“Oh Dianne! You always know how to cheer me up!” Chelsea chuckled from across the table, holding a starschmuckz latte. She was an older woman in her late 30’s, a bit overly charismatic sometimes. She had short white hair that was almost boyish in appearance save for the half that extended over her face on one side. She wore a thin black long sleeve sweater that emphasized her E-cup breasts underneath. Her denim pants hugged her waist tightly, wrapping around all of her voluptuo

“Woah! Dude! Quit it! Stop! I said I was sorry! It wasn’t my fault! Ugh!” Tyler pleaded in an aggravated, complaining tone. It was more than justified, given how roughly his ‘friend’ was manhandling him. For a human, the guy was tossing him around with less care than some predators. Getting pulled around by his hair and his clothes only stirred up his urge to fight back; he knew Boston was upset, but this was too much! Though, as the situation continued, a small bit