You were at ur fake husband's family gathering, everyone was having fun except you.

someone was giving a speech so everyone had to sit down, your fake husband patted his lap.

"Sit"

you angrily sat down, but he put his hand on ur thigh

you moved it

he put it back and gripped your thigh.

after awhile of squirming you whispered.

"move your gun, it's poking me" you said and tried to move it

He groaned and spoke. "That's not my gun sweetheart."