A few minutes later Tara hit pay dirt. She caught sight of the small, hard-bodied woman in the white yoga costume that she’d glimpsed on the TV the previous evening. She saw her briefly, weaving her way sinuously through the crowd, then lost her. Tara tried to follow as best she could, and after a bit of frantic zigging and zagging spotted her a second time. The object of her lust had stopped at a bookstall and was browsing through the titles on display.