" It's okay," said Anthony, pulling Denise away from the door. "We don't have to shower. I think maybe we should talk." About what?" Denise asked."Abo...ut us." Oh." Come on," Anthony said, leading the two of them back to the living room. He sat down on the couch, patting the cushion next to him. Denise sat beside him, leaning close against his chest, her hair tickling the side of his face as he talked."What's happening?" he asked."What do you mean?" I mean, what's happening between the two of us?. .. they had a reputation to uphold you see.Thus the argument started. 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 while 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. Jenkin’s right breast. I opened my eyes immediately and watched as she gave me a wink and swam off, announcing that it was Owens turn because he won. We swam off to the other end of the pool side by side while Owen counted to 15. He yelled Marco and we both responded at the same time, polo. We then swam to the right for a while and stood there waiting for him to call another Marco. After a few minutes of waiting and staring at Mrs. Jenkin’s sexy wet body I had a full boner. I think she. "Yes I can. You are not only my mate, but my friend too. Still, there are some things I prefer to talk about with other women. You have Jontar to be your friend." Jontar is my son," I smiled."No, Jontar was Kontar's son," she corrected."Kontar is dead," I said turning to the boy. "Jontar, if you will have me, I would like to be your father."Jontar's eyes opened wide and he smiled. "I never knew my father as I was too young to remember him," he said before pausing, "I would like that," he.