The more, the merrier.

-Look who I found at the door…- said Brenda returning to the terrace, letting the towel fall and getting into the pool. -Hellooo…!- said Sandra, entering, followed closely by Marta who waved her hand. -I thought you were having a business dinner?- I asked swimming up to the pool edge, holding myself up so I…

Improvising.

As a penitence, hands together at my breasts, I began to regret playing along. “Do yoga with us; you’ll love it…” The sunset over Brenda’s garden while we followed Tania’s ritual of asanas which made up her yoga routine. Blinded, all I could see was her silhouette moving in front of a jungle of plants…