MommiiDearest
[No problem. Have fun!]
StClair contrived to control his blood flow, what little there was of it, by making his cheeks blush as if he was embarrassed. "Very well. I was engaged, for the happiest year of my life, to my distant cousin. I was very much in love. Rather too much, in fact. I, um, I got carried away one night when I was kissing her goodnight. I touched her in a very wrong way. And her brother saw me do that. Word got around, and suddenly none of the girls wanted to be anywhere near me. I was punished, too, and the church leaders said I was allowed to stay in the community since I genuinely repented my sin, but the women never forgave me. And I did stay, mainly because my mother was already feeling ill."
He paused, and took another deep breath he didn't need. "I got wet the other night, when it rained. I was sleeping in a dead end alley. I had some rags for a blanket, so I hung up my Amish clothes to dry while I slept. It didn't even occur to me there could be thieves here, until I woke up and the clothes were gone. The rags you found me in were found in a dumpster behind the theatre."