The Beech tree insisted that the sapling was a Son of a Birch, while the Birch tree said it was a Son of a Beech. On the argument went.During one day ...hile the argument raged, flew a woodpecker. The princes, came upon an idea.“Mr. Woodpecker, you are familiar with wood are you not.”“Why yes. You could say I’m somewhat of an expert. I’ve perched upon gnarly oaks, shaded under weeping willows, and even sampled the sap of the sweet maples. What can I do for you gentlemen?”“Would you care to settle. ‘Give Susan a break son, she’s had a bad night.’ My father said. ‘Sue’s had a bad night? It’s me that’s had the bad night. Look, Sue was having a fucking good night, until I found a way to put a stop to it. I know this is 2001 but most wives don’t go fucking their work colleagues you know.’ There’s no need to get coarse Donald.’ My mother butted in, ‘I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation for all this.’ ‘There sure is mother, its called adultery and in this country that’s grounds for. I began to reach for the soap when all of a sudden she grabbed my hand. I looked down at her and noticed she was biting her lip and blushing even worse.“Are you ok Amy?” I asked very concerned.“Stephanie…I want you,” she whispered.“Truth is Amy I want you too,” I confessed to her.“But I’m scared because I’m a virgin…”she admitted.“It’s ok Amy I’ll be very gentle…I promise,” I said with a grin on my face.She raised her head and brushed her lips against mine, and I complied by kissing her. I. ” “I know your usual agonizing over every decision, which you ultimately wind up making anyway. I just wish you could save yourself the anguish.” “Me too. Bye Tom” “Bye Tracy.” Well, another life-changing choice to confront. This was getting to become a habit. So, what to do. I retrieved the multitude of napkins and scraps of paper on which names and telephone numbers had been scribbled, then attempted to place the face with the name. A couple stood out, and I found myself intrigued..