SINFUL CONFINEMENT 1

MY YOGA INSTRUCTOR

BLAIR SINCLAIR (FL) — 23 YEARS OLD

GIDEON YATES (ML) — 37 YEARS OLD

GIDEON

Returning to an empty apartment after a long, exhausting day at work had become my routine. The silence no longer comforted me; instead, it felt empty. Since the divorce, I'd grown accustomed to it. I'd grown accustomed to the silence, to takeout dinners, to nights spent alone.

What I hadn't gotten used to was the lack of physical contact. The absence of physical intimacy was eating me up inside. It wasn't just about sex, but that slow connection, the feeling of another person's skin against mine. But after the divorce, that part of my life had completely shut down.

My little sister, Leah, had been urging me to try one of her yoga classes for months. She worked part-time as an instructor, juggling that with her university classes. At first, I laughed it off, but she kept at it. Finally, I agreed to give it a try.

I could only attend the evening sessions three times a wee