The man was inside, lying on a bed, ankles crossed, reading a newspaper.

Ranger was stretched out on the bed, ankles crossed, arms behind his head.

He was leaning against a wall, ankles crossed, arms folded.

He sat in the chair across the desk from her, ankles crossed.

His wife, Denise, sat with ankles crossed as he spoke.

He stood against the frame of the terrace door, with his arms folded, one ankle crossed over the other.

She was stretched out at an angle in a wooden chair with her ankles crossed.

Then he sat back against the pillows, his feet up, ankles crossed.

David stood with folded arms, barely leaning on the wall, his ankles crossed.

He got a glass of milk and settled into the chair, ankle crossed over his knee.