？Namaste！？ the rest of the class replied； bowing back。
Well； most of the class。
？Let？s begin with partner poses。？ He motioned for every…one to pair up。 ？Prepare for shoulder
stand。 Begin with downward…facing dog and tripod pose； if you wish。？
？Ready？？ Bree whispered。 She had a thumbnail…sized birthmark the shape of Texas near her belly
button。
Bree bent over and placed her palms on the floor in front of her and then waggled her butt as if in
preparation for take…off。 Dan looked around； alarmed； but everyone else was doing the same thing。
Their partners were even gently holding their hips。 Dan tentatively touched Bree on the waist and
she brought her right knee to her right elbow and then did the same with her left。
？Hold me steady；？ she told him。 Dan crouched next to Bree； his hands circling her taut middle as
she brought her long； toned legs straight up and smiled at him from upside…down。 ？I think I have it
now。？
？Oh； okay；？ Dan said； backing away。 But as he went to stand up； he realized that his boxers were
totally gaping in front and his ？friend？ was totally exposed 。 。 。 and totally excited。 Oh； God。 He
stayed in a half…crouch； desperately trying to picture Aunt Sophia？s cruddy teeth again。
？Young man。？ The scary naked yoga master pointed at Dan。
Me？Dan pointed at himself； still half…crouching。 Everyone in the class turned to look at him。
？Yes；