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    I laughed.  "I'm as new to this as you are.  This is just the stuff the guy in the sporting goods section at Meer's recommended I get for the class.  Who knows if I'll need any of it."
    We watched as this tiny, little lithe woman of Asian descent climbed up onto the stage and put on a head-set.
    I turned my head and caught Caitlin's eyes.  "Here we go, then."
    "Good luck," I heard her whisper.
    "Back at you," I whispered back.
     
    *.*.*.*.*
    "Yay!  We survived!" I heard Caitlin say when I met her at the doors on our way out of the locker room.
    "Barely, " I admitted with a small laugh.  "Was it me or were some of those positions …whoops, I mean poses , really anatomically impossible?"
    "Totally with ya, sistah," she said with a smile and lifting her hand to me palm out.  I glanced at it not sure what I was supposed to do.  "Don't leave a girl hanging."
    Oh!  She wanted to high-five me. 
    Terrific!
    I slapped my palm against hers.
    "Can I ask you something?" she asked as we made our way through the lobby.  "Are you Prof McCarthy?"
    "Guilty," I murmured.
    "I took one of your classes last year," she said softly.
    "And, yet, you didn't have one this year," I replied smiling .
    "No, I've discovered I have a real head for numbers and decided to go that direction instead," she laughed.  "I did pretty good in your class and I enjoyed it."
    "I'll bet," I laughed as I pushed one of the heavy glass doors open to the street.  "I know I'm called 'Murderous McCarthy' by a lot of the students because I'm a bit of a stickler."
    "And that's the nicest that you're known by," Caitlin giggled pushing against me with her shoulder.
    "Want to do Buxby's?" I asked not wanting our bantering to end. 
    While doing my research, I'd spoken to so many women, had found a connection with such a variety of other gals that I was finally ready to ask for and find friendships with them.
    "Excellent idea," she said and we moved off, walking the block or so to the popular coffee hang out. 
    I don't care where you are in the States but if you are within yelling distance of a college or university, you're going to find a coffee place that will not only have the best cup of Joe in town but also have comfortable seating in a cheerful atmosphere.
    We settled ourselves into a couple of armchairs that were tilted towards each other.
    "Mmm, so good," Caitlin said wiping the foam from her lip.
    "So why yoga?" I asked.
    "Long story, short?  Fiancé owns a gym on the south of town but it's one of those full-on kind of places.  Punching bags, speed bags and a full boxing ring, you know what I mean?  I asked about classes there and Jake said that there was, and I quote, 'no fuckin' way you and your cake faced friends, are gonna be struttin' around the gym with your tits and asses jigglin' in those painted on clothes.  No way, no how.' End quote."
    "Did he beat his chest when he said it?" I asked trying to keep my voice light but hiding my expression by lifting my coffee and taking a sip.
    "Almost, but it is such a fine chest to be beating on," Caitlin said with a warm smile.  "Jake has rather, uhm, definite opinions."
    "I'm getting' that," I said, smiling, too and glad she hadn't taken offense at my comment.
    "What about you?  Why yoga and why now?" She asked pulling her feet up in the chair and wiggling herself so that her back was against the arm of the chair and she was facing me.
    Since she hadn't taken offense with my remark and I was feeling she was genuinely interested, I told her.
    I told her about what I had overhead those two students saying and my reaction to them.
    I told her how my life was really predictable and safe and how very much I hated it.
    Lastly, I told her about the girl and the guy from Henry's and how I envied them and wanted it for myself.
    "Wow," she said blinking deeply a couple of times.  "That's kind of…"
    "Stupid?" I finished for her.
    "No, not at all.  That's more than kind of