Plus, she loved the tips.Jacob slowed to turn onto the exit leading him into Cracker Barrel’s parking lot. He chose a space not near any windows bec...use he did not want Casey seeing his car. When he walked into the gift shop, the smell of cinnamon permeated his nostrils. Jacob loved the way Cracker Barrel smelled when first walking inside. It always gave a warm welcome. He walked to the dining area entrance and Blair, Casey’s best friend and coworker, was the hostess of the evening. She smiled. Lorraine remembered reading of a woman whose voice alone had suchseductive qualities that even a statue would feel the need for a coldshower, and she thought that Melody's voice may be even more seductivethan that, as she felt an awkward dampness between her legs.Then suddenly Melody giggled, and things changed.Melody no longer looked like a goddess, but a more human kind of pretty.In fact she resembled her former male self, like she was now the twinsister to the person she used to be.She also. He valued Buddhism for its harmony and love of life, but as a warrior found its total absorption impossible. He followed Shinto as far as possible, had great respect for the natural forces and even deeper acknowledgement of His ancestors but found ritual unattractive, almost irksome. Christianity He found perplexing, its impossible homogony of ever shifting love and hatred too slippery to grasp written as it was on waxed paper. Ethics are a result of experience but guided by inner light.. "Are you through, Stan," asked the old man."Who are you, how did you know my name, and why am I in a girl's body," Stan asked, half afraid and mostly angry. "I am a wizard, that is how I know your name, and as to why you are in possession of a female body, that is a bit more involved. Oh and by the way, 28," said the old man with a smirk. He had caught the question and the answer before Stan had a chance to answer. Stan sat there stunned, his anger ebbing already."Now that's better," the old.