We had enough coke on us to keep the entire party going until sunrise, and when the late arrivals started trickling in, we got practical.

The distractingly beautiful former beauty editor asks me whether I've read Yoga by Emmanuel Carrere, which I have. "Why are you only asking her? Is this a gender thing?" Our teacher feigns offense.

I figured that Anthony must have been a false promise: handsome but bad in bed, or he led with a sweetness that carried a threat underneath it.