And that it was going to hurt you. Around her waist was a belt, with numerous whips and chains hanging off it, and her long legs (already accentuated ...y the spiked heels that she'd somehow managed to force her feet into) were clad in a leopard print set of pantihose.Dominance, danger, and sex. The way she walked, the hard (yet lustful) look on her face ... everything that Trisha had been when she first entered was wiped away, replaced with the scariest woman that Kent had ever seen ... and the. I stopped in my tracks as I saw her.I don't know how long I stood there just watching her. She was so beautiful. My first love, who didn't want to have anything to do with me. I decided then that if she was going to give it up for that Neanderthal football player, I might as well get my shot in, too.The whole thing was like a dream. I stayed over at the kitchen door and saw my body move over towards her. My arms reached around in front of me and slid my shorts and underwear down to my knees. I. “That’s one way of putting it,” I heard another voice.“Cass!” Dean responded to Castiel’s presence.“So, you’re the big, bad angel, huh? I already killed your brother, Raphael. I’m just glad that you’re a friend of the Winchesters here. Otherwise, with this Colt, I might be tempted to smoke you, too. He might have been the first angel I’ve killed, but I doubt he’ll be the last. I also smoked two demons, but you already know that by now. Ruby and Lilith, I mean,” I told Castiel, watching his face. Its employees consist of Walt Cheevers, his wife Mary who handles the books and takes the advertising, two representatives from the high school doing on-the-job training for Media Class credit during the school year, and a lugubrious bloodhound named Baskerville. Walt likes to boast that Baskerville sniffs out the paper's most interesting stories. It's telling of the quality of our local outlet of the fourth estate that Baskerville's olfactory sensor hasn't worked right since he was a pup.One.