Mitch—“ “What did my dad mean about you sharing your experience about learning the required discipline, blah, blah?” He asked me and smirked. ... shuffled back to my desk and sat down slowly on my pillow. He noticed. “What’s the pillow for? You got hemorrhoids or something?” and he laughed a deep laugh. “No, it isn’t hemorrhoids, not that it is any of your business,” I said. “Well, if it isn’t hemorrhoids, why do you need a pillow, hunh?” He had stood up and had walked over to my desk. He flicked. His little Toyota was diminished by thestone walls lined with statues. He felt a mix of fear and excitement course through hisslender body as he pulled up to the call box. Sure, this was just another yoga lesson, and the money would be good (he always charged a higher hourly rate for upscale clients), but he had never met this one. Almost all of his students were word of mouth: referrals from friends, other students, or teachers. This was an answer to his Craig's List ad as a private at-home. More

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