In the year 1765 the American Revolution had started. The commander of the continental army, George Washington, was a hot piece of beef. His muscles looked as though he could lift me up and down; and I would've let him. I was so in love with him, and yet, I was a soldier of the Red Coats. It was (quite literally) a Romeo and Juliet type of forbidden love. I wanted him so bad, but I couldn't have him. Or so I thought...