Catch up on the previous chapters [[link](https://www.reddit.com/user/eatu55/comments/lyjzpr/learning_to_live_with_honey_and_anne_an_erotic/)].
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Anne’s yoga instructor is so tall—easily 5 feet 11 inches—she intimidates men. She’s not too easy on the ladies in her classes, either.
Anne and Rhonda took their usual table at the juice bar after yoga. Rhonda was sipping juiced celery and avocado. Anne had carrot and mango. After a few minutes of gripes about difficult poses, Rhonda touched Anne’s hand, leaned in and whispered, “Do you think her name is really *Nastya* or is it a nickname she earned in the Russian army?”
“Ha ha ha. Funny, Rhonda. I think it is a real name. Diminutive for Anastasia or something. I heard she was a mail-order bride, whose “husband” was into some shady stuff in Chicago. She got free of her mess and moved out here about 3 years ago.“
“That’s rough. Seems like there are a lot of us finding refuge in our little town. By the way, thanks again for the perfect birthday present,” she winked.
The juice bar was busier than usual. When Nastya looked around for a seat, the only ones left were at Anne’s table. “May I join you?” She asked.