In olde England, there once was a king who married the most beautiful girl in the kingdom. She was breathtakingly beautiful -- so much so that many young men were taken with her, especially William Thatcher.
William was obsessed with her, but he was overly obsessed with the queen's bosom. Her breasts haunted his dreams, as they were among the largest and most perfect he'd ever encountered.
William confided his attraction to his friend, Francis, who was an advisor to the king. Francis told William that for the sum of 1,000 gold coins, he could not only introduce him to the queen, but he'd fix it so William could touch, kiss and fondle the queens ample "treasure chest"!
William agreed, so Francis began working out his plan.
Years earlier, Francis had discovered a substance that worked as a terrible type of itching powder when applied to human skin. After some time, he'd also developed an antidote for it.
Francis' plan: slip the itching powder into one of the queen's bodices. Once the queen's bosom began to itch, Francis would then mention to the king that his friend, William, is the only person known who can stop the itching -- by using his saliva. William's saliva, he would explain, had special properties that for some miraculous reason could calm the itching
Trusting his advisor, the king ordered Francis to bring William at once. He did, but not before putting the antidote in William's mouth under his tongue.
Needless to say, after some fondling, kissing and sucking, the antidote did its job, and the queen itched no more.
Francis found William the next day and asked for his payment. William, who never intended to pay in the first place, told him, "I don't have the money and if I did, i wouldn't pay. You surely can't make accusations of being cheated -- not without divulging you planned the whole charade. So, don't bother me about it anymore."
That night, Francis mixed up a new batch of powder and sprinkled it generously in the King's underwear....
