By the time I regained control of them, I was standing infront of a shoe store.I like shoes, I thought as I looked in the window, especially heels. I...admired some of the styles and colours, trying hard to make sure itlooked as if I was looking at the men's shoes while my eyes were reallyscanning the feminine heels on show. I tore myself away from the window.I shook my head and urged myself to get a grip as I turned back towardthe thrift shop.The door to Barnardo's looked heavy as I stood in. With Vanessa working at BEAR and Mindy at Mary’s shelter, it’s fun to enjoy the casual Unicorn atmosphere. And the tasty Gullah cuisine.But our chef, Mingo, Lucy Cuthbert’s husband, had branched out from that South Carolina low country cooking from the start.Delicious, greasy, fat, cheeseburgers. Fried chicken. Cobb salad. Caesar salad. Salty, crispy, house-made chips.One of the draws for Walker, and for all others of the male sex, was our head waitress, Bess Cuthbert. Late 20s, sassy, flirty,. I'm a bad witch.I have no points of comparison.Just as well. Zane, it's important that we do this right. I'm not joking about crossing the line. We'd miss the rendezvous, and have to start again. I'd — well, let's just say I'd rather not.Okay. I'll be good. What?Well, I'm going to ask for some things, but they aren't actually sexual. They just seem that way. Don't get the wrong idea.Damn.Yeah. Later. Here's the thing. We need to touch as little of the floor as possible. I need you to stand in. The other thing was,” I continued, “I waited until he started to say something. When you talk, it adds at least a half-second to your reaction time. His reaction time was shit begin with. I had all the time in the world to smack the crap out of him.”I smiled and looked at my right hand. “My hand still stings. I can’t imagine what the side of his head feels like right now. He’s probably got a real stunner of a headache. His leg is going to give him fits for quite a while, too. A kick like that.