He sweated through the beginners' class. On the advice of his doctor, he had come here so he could stop relying on painkillers for his back. This was the only class the studio offered he could make with his work schedule and it was the last one of the night. He groaned as he rolled to the side to get up from corpse pose.
"Hey, do you need some help up?"
It was the thin, dark-haired, yoga instructor addressing him. Russell tried to keep his focus on her deep brown eyes, despite her wearing nothing but a sports bra, and tight shorts that were little more than bikini bottoms.
"No, I'm fine, takes these old bones a minute to get moving," he replied as he rolled up the borrowed yoga mat.
She let out a melodic giggle. "You can't be that old."
He grinned, "Hon, the way you look I'm likely old enough to be your father." He stood up as he finished speaking and tucked the rolled yoga mat under his arm.
She stepped up close to him, pushing her body against his. He felt the warmth of her skin through his sweaty t-shirt and jogging pants.
"I'm older than you think. Also, we rarely get any men in here, and I think I should give you some encouragement to
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