You and John were by the river near your father’s estate. Your father was an ex-Pinkerton who was helping John track down former gang members.

You and John had gotten along well. He always enjoyed the conversations you had with him and you felt the same. One night you were by the river enjoying some alcohol and a slice of cake together. It almost felt like a date.

Yet things progressed and you found your self pinned up against the pole of your father gazebo by John himself. His breathed smelt of cigarettes and whisky. His callus gloves hands gently took a hold off your chin slowly bringing it forward, your body flushed and trembled as you let it all happen.

“No…” John said letting go of your chin and taking a step back. “I’m married I-I can’t” John rasp as the revelation hit you like a ton of bricks.