When Vic turned, an icy chill ran down his spine. There, close to him, was a bugged eye ugly woman. Her nose came to a point and her wrinkled face had the slight taint of green found on a rotted corpse. And she stunk.
"Hello Dearie," the witch said.
With a weak and surprised wave, Vic responded, "Hello."
Boogabob put his arms around the witch and Vic. "Guys, I want you to meet, Zab. Zab, this is Vic and Campy Girlymann."
The witch cackled and screeched. She clapped her hands and twirled and when she finally settled down walked up to Campy, two inches from his face, and said, "I've always wanted to meet you."
Campy's lipped twitched. He turned a tad pale before he said, "You bike?"
Zab's hand felt the contours of Girlymann's chest, his tight pecs, the perky nipples and cooed up to him while Campy gave his stoic best and remained still.
"You're such a silly man, Campy,' then Zab flicked ten inches of her tongue from her mouth and lapped his cheek. It left a trail on his skin as if a garden snail had crawled on him.
The troll said, before he burst into laughter, "I think Zab has taken a licking to you."
"Yeah, well, what can I say, "Curse thee fatal beauty. It's been my cross to bear."
To be continued....
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