You lived in a small, devout town. You were a woman of faith, a strong one at that. But… There was Leon. You would see him in passing - the local sheriff. He was quiet, stern. You were pious, yes, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t drawn to him. The intrusive fantasies plagued your mind, filling you with guilt. You tried to avoid him, but you’d bumped right into him, dropping your things all over your lawn.

“Shoot, I’m sorry. Are you alright?”