Page 53 of He Who Sleeps

Chapter 21

Yoga on Fifteenth andPine was hopping as usual. The class she had taken for about a year now was always full with drop-ins, and today was no different. Slipping into the studio, she set her stuff down and put her sneakers away, grabbing her mat and her water, and made her way to the left side of the class, away from the windows.

“Hey, Petra, nice to see you back.”

“Ah...yeah. Last week was crazy with work and I had my annual Samhain trip,” she offered to Keezie, the instructor.

“Did you have a good time?”

“I always do,” she replied with a smile.

“Trips feed the soul,” Keezie said with a grin. “We should get some wheat grass juice and talk sometime.”

“Sure, that seems fun,” Petra said. In the time she had been taking the class, not once had Keezie asked her to hangout. “We can talk later.”

Keezie smiled and walked back to the front of the class and Petra sat on her mat, smiling as Jack laid his down next to her.

“You aren’t honestly going to go out with her, are you?” he asked with a grin.

“No, probably not. Still not sure why she asked me.”

“Because she’s gone through at least seventy percent of the girls here,” he said softly to her. “Finally worked her way down to the Ps...”

That gave Petra pause. “Now I know you’re talking shit. Keezie has a boyfriend.”

“Which is why she’s not hitting on me.” He grinned. “Not that I would, her boney ass does nothing for me. I much prefer bitable and bounceable asses.” He winked.

“Corman up there is for you then,” she offered to him and nodded to the dude up front.

“You know your ass is the only one I wanna bite. Still pissed D got the honor first, though he is our leader so...”

She laughed. “So now that I know you and I get to be yoga friends?”

“Yep. And I can keep your virtue all ours and away from Skeezie Keezie.”

“Like it was in danger of being anyone else’s...” she murmured and they both settled down as Keezie started the class.

Seven positions and they were in downward dog, Jack looking over to her as Keezie walked the room talking.

“Your mindful practice needs to be centered,” she said. “Your form perfect to reach your intentions.” She walked behind Petra and placed her hands on the small of her back, pushing her down, correcting her. “Ooh, Petra, there’s some tension there...” she said as she walked away.

Jack smirked. “Tension she wants to release...” They stood and did another three positions, then were sitting cross-legged. “What are you doing after this? Wanna get a beer?”

“After yoga?” she said, eyes closed as they did their breathing exercises.

“Unless you wanna take her up on the wheat grass and cunnilingus.”

Petra snorted back a laugh. “I don’t think that’s the situation. Maybe she just wants a friend.”

“Maybe she wants to shove her fist up that perfect pussy,” he countered. “Which I will not let happen. You wanna get fisted, you come to me, or Neon...”

Turning her head, she arched a brow. “You guys wanna fist me?”

“What? No...well, maybe Neon does... I’m just saying we can handle all your needs.” He winked. “Full service.”

“And then some,” she offered as they were instructed into the last section of their session. Quietly she lay there, focusing on her breath, and the man lying right next to her. If she didn’t know for a fact that Jack was a fucking psychotic lunatic, she would never guess. He was beautiful and friendly and didn’t put off any of the red flags some of the others might in public.