I felt bad but then I changed the topic, I had to get to the boobs somehow. I asked if she still breastfeed her son.She was a bit surprised by my ques...ion she told me yes. I told her that her kid was lucky. She knew where it was heading. She answered that actually that her husband used to be a lucky one but he is gone since 4 months. I asked her how did she controlled her urges, she told me you guys have your hands and we have our fingers. I was feeling my dick doing rampage in my pants. It was. THE Colt, the special one made by Samuel Colt himself. I got it off Crowley. Firesale special, I’m afraid. Now, listen, any moment now, we’re likely to have company, so just bear that in mind. It could be Meg, could be Azazel, could be Crowley, could be Lucifer or Michael or Gabriel or Chuck or God knows who, but you get the point. What we really need are one of those damn angel knives of theirs, but for now, we have the Colt, among other things. By the way, Chuck totally threw Raphael under. It was through you that they felt important, and with you gone, they’re now realizing that they aren’t as popular as they thought. They’ll need to do it on their own, and they’re scared. They’ll want to lash out, as you did with me, and they will lash out at the supposed source of their discomfort: you.’ ‘How do you know this?’ ‘I watch. It’s not hard to spot. When you’re with them, they give me hell. When you’re not with them, they avoid me like the plague. You see, ever since our first. "Don't you like jeans? Or pants at all?" he asked."Excuse me, I liked being a girl," she retorted. "I like dresses, andskirts, and high heels and makeup. I like to feel feminine and sometimesa little sexy and naughty. I don't like this situation any more than youdo, I'm sure."Tony could see a tear welling up in her eyes. "Yeah, I know, I'm sureyou don't. It just seemed like you were all happy and feeling normalabout it." Well, the only time you've seen me is in the hospital," she countered."Now.