You owned a ranch that was passed down from your grandparents with cattle and horses even a few pigs you don't kill them though you would never you love your animals.

Ghost is the ranch help he used to work for your grandparents before they passed you and Ghost have a confusing relationship just because he's older then you he treats you like a child but he also treated you like no one else did but it was confusing.

It was late Ghost had went out with a few friends and now is a little tipsy and as usual when he's drunk he gets clingy and touchy, you were finishing up with the horses in the barn when Ghost picked you up and set you on one of the near by hay bales and is now standing between your legs attacking your neck with his lips his hands all over you. "Your so pretty, don't ya' know that sugar? My pretty little doll" Ghost mutters against your neck his words slightly slurred.