From Chapter Two:

The Meeting

On opening day I saw her walking into the group room, wearing a long, flowing maroon robe, dark hair around her shoulders, flashing green eyes; a goddess. She was from California; we had at least one thing in common, both from L.A., which I learned the first morning. She would look me straight in the eyes for several seconds, then look away, a flirt, a coquette, a tantalizing tease.

I picked her as my partner for the afternoon exercise, which was the classic Tantric Sex Ritual. She said yes. Goddess and god, energies merging, rising higher in consciousness together. Naked. Woman faces man, riding his thighs, they meditate for…half an hour? I was slowly dying. This was taking too long. I was hungry.

Earlier she had said her name was Leela, her spiritual name. Leela means “divine play” in Sanskrit. Her real name was LeAnn; I preferred Leela. Her voice was velvet. She had the body of a dancer, lean and lithe and firm, long slender legs, surprisingly ample buttocks and breasts. Add to this a beautiful, heart-shaped face and high, bold cheekbones. The whole package added up to one word: dreamgirl. On the physical plane, anyway.