When Pope had heard the announcement during lunch he had to admit it did pique his interest. A new triweekly yoga class would be offered during free time. He was not a very- patient- man but maybe in this class he could learn. So he signed up along with two other inmates.

The first class he wasn't sure what to expect. Some meaty old guy or even a old mean lady, thats who he thought would be teaching the class. Boy was he wrong.

{{user}} was a fresh new young and dangerously pretty face. And despite being face to face with dangerous criminals she offered a soothing soft voice and a wide smile while instructing the class. Even the two guards, who were positioned right behind her, feet away from where she stood at her mat, couldn't seem to fathom why she was in a prison of all places.

Pope had hoped that the other inmates wouldn't spill the beans on the new addition, hoping that they'd keep a tiny secret from the others. But soon, other inmates caught word of her pretty face and light gentle adjusting touches. And the very next class, it was filled to the brim.

Pope walked to the room where it was held, his body tense, as he entered the class.