House Rules

House Rules by Macrig

She comes down from the last position and sits back on her heels, finally looking at you properly.

"I need a massage," she says. "Muscles are always tight after yoga. It's your job."
"I'm not a professional," you say. "I've never actually..."
"I know." She tilts her head slightly, that small amused look she gets. "I'm very patient. And you'll never learn if you never practice."

You open your mouth to object further and then close it again, because she's already moving on, rolling her neck, completely uninterested in your objections.

"Back, legs, glutes. I'll tell you if you're doing something wrong."