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barely adequate to be seen in public, and rode the train to the office, carrying my clothes in a garment bag. I practiced my yoga poses for thirty or forty minutes, then show er ed and grabbed a bagel for breakfast, reaching my desk by seven-thirty.
    Andrea ran me ragged and kept me late, then apologized for it. "There is a charity event tomorrow night," she said. " My date cancelled. I need you to attend with me."
    "Yes, Andrea."
    "Bring a little black dress and appropriate shoes in your garment bag," she said, grinning. "I don't have time to come to get you, so I need you to ride home with me and we'll change there."
    I nodded.
    "They are going to ask for a donation," she said. "You are not obligated, but if you feel the charity is something you can morally support, then please give them something, even if it's only a few dollars. It is best to write a check." She paused. "Do not feel obligated or pressured to write a check any larger than you wish. If you don't like the charity, be polite, but don't give them your money. "
    I nodded.
    I got home late but still went to bed on time .
    * * *
    Dream Petra was with me a gain that night. She smiled at m e, humming, then took my hand in both of hers. I watched as she stroked and nibbled my fingers. I had other places I wanted her to stroke and nibble. Why were my dreams teasing me so badly?
    And why did I keep having the same dream night after night?
    Why was I having erotic dreams about my almost-boss ?
    Still, I watched, enjoying the feel of her hands, lips and teeth on my fingers. Then, a finger twitched. In all my dreams with her so far, I hadn't moved more than my eyes. Her eyes jerked down to my hand. She caressed my palm, and my fingers curled, trying to trap hers.
    She set my hand down and clapped with joy.
    I woke.
    Where was my kiss?
    * * *
    Petra was at the dojo when I arrived. I smiled at her, blushing slightly, and disappeared into the changing room. When I came out, she was stretching. I picked a corner of the room and began my own yoga stretches. Fifteen minutes later she walked over to me.
    "Good morning, Felicia," she said. "Would you allow me to teach you two new poses?"
    "I would like that," I told her.
    When she touched me to help me adjust my form, it was all I could do to avoid leaning into her. "Get a grip, Felicia," I silently told myself.
    "At lunch, we'll be doing a yoga routine. These two positions will be included. There will be some you do not know. Until we have taught you, do not try to copy us. Instead, pick a pose you already know."
    She got up and stepped away but turned around and said, "Nice form."
    * * *
    Andrea owned a nice home in the western suburbs. I lived south, so I understood her reluctance to come get me before the event. We worked until six then I followed her down to her car.
    We arrived at her home, and she gave me a quick tour. We finished upstairs. She showed me to the guest bedroom and bathroom. "You may dress in here," she said. " This is going to happen periodically, where you'll accompany me to this event or that." She turned to the linen closet in the bathroom and pulled out a small basket. It was labeled "Felicia". Then she showed under the sink where she kept new supplies. Tooth brushes, toothpaste, things like that.
    "If you forgot anything, help yourself here to one of the new ones, then leave them in your basket and put it into the linen closet when you're done. They'll be waiting for you the next time I draft you for an event like this."
    "We need to leave precisely at seven-thirty. You have time. Feel free to shower if you like." She smiled. "That wasn't a hint, simply an offer. Meet me downstairs when you're ready."
    She left me standing there and walked down the hall to her own room.
    I didn't feel the need to shower, but I cleaned up thoroughly, freshened my make-up, then realized I hadn't brought a toothbrush, toothpaste, or deodorant. I found all waiting for me under the sink and helped myself as she'd