Freddy and Chloe will try anything once, especially if it's about getting it on.
They decide to improve their physical health and psychic energies by learning how to teach yoga classes.
The train the trainer class takes place in a luxury resort on the Pacific Ocean in Nicaragua, which is part of the motivation.
When Freddy sees the teacher stretching and contorting her legs in skimpy yoga clothes on videos on her website, that provides even more incentive.
During the four-week course, Chloe is attracted to Geeta, an Indian woman who lives in London.
Freddy remains fixated on Mary their instructor.
Finally, Freddy and Chloe receive their teaching certification, and teach their own physical education private classes to Geeta and Mary.
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Genre: FICTION / Erotica / GeneralAnd if I couldn't attract Mary into my bed, there was always Gloria from St. Louis.
Her burnished copper-blonde hair complemented the sun sinking into Pacific Ocean along the western horizon.
She looked around mid-twenties. Slim and trim, and rippling with muscles, she looked like an Olympic volleyball without her sunglasses on. Her bright orange bikini fitted her snugly.
In color psychology, orange is a bright and warm, and signifies happiness. Thinking about what her orange bikini barely concealed, I felt happy.
Gloria would make a delicious happy meal.
"I'm scared of falling," she said.
"I'll catch you, no problem," I said. The obvious response, but it reassured her.
I kind of wondered. She was not only skinny and strong, but supple as a shoe string. Earlier she was able to get into the Double Buddhasana or Di Mario's Knot. She not only put both feet behind her head, but got them down to her lower back.
So she had flexibility coming out of her ears, or, rather, all her joints.
Maybe she had an emotional complex about the inverted position, because she got into beginning position all right, then hesitated to try to bring her feet up.
"Just think about all that wonderful blood rushing to your head," I told her. "From your tippy toes to your feet, to your ankles, your calves, your knees, your . . . thighs, and then . . . farther."
I stopped to let the idea of lots of red hot blood engorging her pelvic tissues sink into her brain, now as blood-flushed as her red face.
Not that I can remember ever feeling horny while doing the headstand, but so what?
"And remember," I continued, "all that blood nourishing your head is making all your endocrine glands healthier."
Including all your sex glands.
