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in her laughter.  "The amount it's gonna cost you depends on the size and placement.  Got it?"
    "Got it," I said.
    "Name's Crystal," she said.
    "O-oh.  Okay, Crystal.  See you tomorrow," I said before disconnecting the call.  I wiped my hands on my thighs.
    Who knew making an appointment for your first tattoo could be so nerve wracking?
     
    *.*.*.*.*
    Saturday morning found me at the local department store looking for work out clothes. 
    I had joined the local ladies gym and was scheduled for my beginner's yoga class in an hour.  Not having a clue what I should wear, I approached the sales clerk who directed me to an aisle of spandex.  Holy crap!  There were long pants, cropped pants, t-shirts, tanks and what looked like bathing suit tops. 
    "Ah, Sharon, is it?"  I approached a petite, pudgy woman with curiously orange-tinted hair that was one of the clerks in the department.  "I'm taking my first yoga class today and don't know what I should wear." 
    I felt the heat in my cheeks but powered on anyway.  "What would you suggest?"
    Sharon looked me up and down then chuckled shaking her head.  "Sweetie, do I look like I do yoga?  I just sell the stuff, not wear it.  But let's see if we can get you what you'll need.  What size are you?"
    I watched as she started pulling things down off the rack.
    "Uhm.  Truthfully?  I don't know," I answered.
    She did another up and down eye move then twirled her finger to ask me to turn around which I did.  Then she went back to the rack and pulled even more things down.  Not one much for words, Sharon curled her index finger and I followed her to the dressing room where she hung the clothes on the hook provided.
    "Here you go.  Now remember to keep your panties on even though you won't be wearing them for your class.  Whistle if you need me," she advised as she closed the dressing room door.
    Excuse me?  I was supposed to go (gulp) commando to an exercise class?
    But I could see what she meant when I began to try on the spandex items.  Each piece seemed to have its own underwear built right in whether it was a shelf bra or a cotton faced crotch on a pair of pants. 
    And by checking out the colorful tags, I could see how the clothes were worn, like turning over the large waistband so that the pants rode lower on your hips.
    I chose a pair of full length, boot cut pants in brown with that fold over waist band and a racer backed tank also in brown but that had different sized circles printed on it in turquoise.  On a whim and because I liked them so much, I chose another set done completely in black.
    "You're gonna want to run downstairs and pickup a yoga mat and a couple of yoga bricks, too, if you have time," Sharon advised while she was ringing me up.  "I may not yoga, but I know what you need."
    So it was that I made my way into the gym with plenty of time to change and get to class.  I wanted a back row position if possible, so I wouldn't embarrass myself.  Guess I wasn't the only one with that idea as every bit of floor space furthest from the stage was taken.  I moved forward and even the second best row was filled. 
    Sighing in resignation, I took my position in the front row, standing next to a beautiful girl that was just about my height.
    She moved a bit and offered me a smile with a chin lift.
     Interesting. 
    I've never done a chin lift as 'hello' before but I smiled and performed it back with ease.
    "So do we, ah…" I asked, though I was uncertain what it was I was really asking.
    "Don't know," the beauty beside responded.  "It's kind of my first time."
    "Me, too," I admitted.  I sat down my water jug, mat in its holder and the two bricks that I purchased just minutes earlier.  I had cut all the tags off in the dressing room, stealthily using my cuticle scissors. 
    I offered the beauty my hand and copied Crystal-the-phone-answerer's method of introduction.
    "Name's Leila."
    "Caitlin," she said back shaking my hand.  "I wasn't certain what to