Jacques was the son of the town's butcher. A high class butcher, 'Purveyor of Fine Meat and Game to the Nobility', but a butcher none the less.Clothid...e was the youngest of the four daughters of the Maire of the town, Villard de Lans; an important man in the town with the important family name of Sancerre de Valois that scorned the likes of those with a plebeian name of 'Verde'.However Jacques father was an aspiring bourgeoisie and Jacques himself had been offered a place at The Ecole Militaire. "What do you mean, 'By you?' You think I let just anybody? Who do you think I am?" she demanded loudly.Before he thought, he said, "It's none of my business who you fuck. You are a consenting adult in this state."The harsh tone of his reply stung her. You sonofabitch, you get laid and leave me like this.Sensing his error, he opened, "We had passion and lost it. I'm not sure why. Can we just relax a minute before we solve problems. Would you come here?"She stood with her back to him leaning on. We sat down on the sofa, We started kissing again and at one point I told him I had a surprise that was going to do to him (which was a body massage) but I was not going to reveal my secret just yet. I ended up going to take a shower and he lit candles all around to room. Before I jumped into the shower I put on some music. We ended up dancing into the bedroom in front of the mirror in the hallway. That picture in the mirror of us dancing will remain in my dreams for eternity. When the song was. At least enough for my half sisters sake.She was part of the family. Mom even put a present under the tree for her ever year. I got along OK with my step mom pretty good. Basically because she had been part of my erotic fantasies growing up after I learned that secret art ever boy learns during puberty. I could easily see why dad liked her. The only one I didn?t get along with so well was my step sister. Though we had called a truce a few years back for our half sisters sake. We where on.