And more, it was quite clear, although I was not often in the company of Frankish crusaders, that King Louis was letting his head be filled with jealo...usy against my Lord and Prince. I will not speak ill of Louis VII of France, for a king is God’s ordained, but his close court members are none innocent, for it was their own jealousies that they shared unto him. I was oft in service upon the Queen’s hall and apartments during these days, which offered to me many, but brief, visions of the tall. He went to the chair and waited. Several minutes of silence passed. Thenshe rose and delicately shed her clothing. She stood before him, hands in front,covering herself, shortened breath, chest slightly heaving, nipples tightlyknotted, nervousness pervading. He loved this moment, the exhilaration of anxiousness.She loved it also. He sat a moment longer. In silence he drank in his firstgaze at her flesh. His desire mounted. He called inside himself for control.He rose and walked behind her.. I saw lots of girls in their underwear and even some naked. Every time I saw a girl wearing just her panties (or less), I would get this funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I tried to shrug it off. I dated a few guys when I got to high school. But like I said, none of them did anything for me.What really finally triggered my realization was my little sister, Emily. She was always so cute. But it wasn’t until she hit puberty that I really started to notice. Her breasts grew and her. On her own, she then made a conceptual leap that is still amazing today. Louisa rationalized those girly girls and macho boys are only the opposite ends of a variable gender spectrum. I admit that such an option had never crossed my mind before Louisa told it. So she was really a trailblazer in gender thinking. Having come to her surprising conclusion, the main difficulty that Louisa then faced was trying to prove it. By chance or possibly not, I came along and provided her with an opportunity.