Help her with her form

You step up from your mat and approach the girl with the sandy blonde hair, remembering her kind smile. She won't be so offended, will she?

"Hey," you whisper, ignoring a dirty look from the instructor. "You need any help?"

She is trying, hard as she can, to stay in downward dog. She's able to do it for a bit, but she keeps sliding or falling down.

"Uh...is that okay?" She asks. "I mean, if you help me, is it allowed?"

You look up at the yoga instructor, who puts a finger to his lips, but does not tell you to go back to your mat.

You whisper even more quietly. "I guess so."

"Um...okay," she says. "Can you..." her voice breaks off, you can't see her face. Is she embarrassed? "Uh...grab my hips and pull them up. Please."

You do so. Her hips have more of a curve than you were expecting. She's still small and skinny, though. You try not to have any dirty thoughts, here. This girl needs your help. But it's hard when your hands are so close to her thighs, when you are actually pulling her small but (surprisingly) prominent rear end toward your face.

"Okay, I think I've got it," she says.

"I'll let go, then. See if you can hold it," you say. "If you struggle, I'm right here."

She is doing it longer than she ever has before. Your hands float near her hips, ready to grab at the first sign that she'll slip and fall. You feel eyes on you as you do this, and look up to see the latina girl's eyes on you. Is she...impressed?

You guide the girl through a series of other poses, none of them so suggestive. At the end, when the instructor calls for shavasana, you go back to your mat to rest. Only then, as you are surprisingly alert, do you realize that you missed your own workout.

Again, you feel eyes on you. You turn your head and see the latina girl eying you up, even as she should be resting.