Love is clockworks
And cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel
Squeeze the handle
Blow out the candle
Love is blindness

David knocked on the front door of the adress that Harry had given him but there was no answer. He knocked again more strongly than the last and this time a distant, irate voice shouted, "Alright, alright, I'm coming!" David stepped back as Harry opened the door. He was wearing a grey dressing gown and his grey hair was unruly, he smiled when he saw David but David didn't look at him due to his rotting teeth, "Hello David, so you decided to come and see me, come on in, make yourself at home." David walked through the door and was surprised to see how tidy the house was,he went into the living room and sat on a leather armchair while he looked around. Harry came in, carrying a tea tray. He placed it on the table and passed an already filled up cup to David before grabbing a cup himself and sitting down in front of him. "Its really good to see you David, Pete always said that you was going to grow up to be a handsome man and he wasn't wrong, was he?" He said merrily and David smiled at him, "Is your tea ok?", Harry asked and David nodded but soon got suspicious, "Yeah, why? You haven't pissed in it have you?!", his voice raising, Harry looked offended, "Why would I do that?" David raised his eyebrows, "I don't know, you look pretty dodgy to me." Harry laughed loudly, it sounded like a foghorn, "Oh my boy, your a hoot. That's made my day that saying." He wiped his eyes then and grabbed a photograph from the masterpiece before passing it to David, "That's your grandparents, my mum and dad on their wedding day." David stared at the photograph and saw an attractive couple dressed in formal wedding wear standing outside a church, Harry then passed another photo, "That's a family photo, there's mum and dad, me, Dora, Ronnie, Kenny and Pauline and your dad." David was intrigued at the photo of his dad as a small boy, he had looked exactly the same when he was that age;Dark hair, dark eyes and burly build. "The reason I asked you about my dad is because I'm getting married soon, her names Carol and we have a huge history together, in fact we've got a daughter, her names Bianca and she was born when we were fourteen. I love Carol dearly and I know that my dad loved my mum but she didn't love him and I wanted to know more about my dad because I never knew him properly and you knew him the most." David said solemnly and Harry Sat down opposite him,he took a deep breath and said sadly, "Your dad had a lot potential when he was young and I was always jealous of him because he was the best looking out of the lot of us." He took a deep breath. The thought of his youngest brother brought tears to his eyes but he blinked them away, "But then he met Pat Harris when he was sixteen and she became pregnant, well we thought she was and Pete married her. Of course we learned she wasn't pregnant but she did get pregnant for real shortly afterwards and you were born when Pete was seventeen." He took a sip of tea while David digested this piece of information. Pete, a teenage father? That was one explanation as to why Pete was an absent father. David had been in the exact position, becoming a father at fourteen and again at eighteen, this meant that Pete would been a grandad at thirty two. "Anyway, The marriage was a disaster from the start, Pat was always chasing after anything in trousers and Pete couldn't handle it, broke his heart, so while your mother was pregnant with your brother, Pete packed his bags and left. Stayed with Ronnie and his wife and then he met Kathy Hills and divorced your mum and married her." He got up out of his chair again and went to the masterpiece, staring at the family photo. "I wouldn't even think about your father, hes dead and buried and won't ever come back." But he wasn't talking to David now, he was talking to himself. He was brought out of his reverie by David who said in shocked voice, "So Dad became a father at seventeen yet he had so much potential? What a waste of a life, eh?" His voice was full of shock and anger at a life that had been ruined by one mistake. Harry was angry now,he turned around and advanced towards David, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and pulling him up onto his feet, "How dare you?! You come into my home and insult your father whose been long dead and you have the cheek to criticize your father when your exactly the same?!" He bellowed as David tried to loosen his grip. His breath was rank and David soon realised that he had been drinking. "Just look at yourself Harry! It's no wonder that no one comes and sees you, your a bloody disgrace, I'm going, I just wanted to know more about my dad because I'm a father and a grandfather myself and all you tell me he was a teenaged parent?!" He pushed Harry away from him then and Harry landed onto the leather armchair. David pointed a finger at him then, "Fine, if you want to wallow in your own drunken state, you carry on and see what good it does you, I'll make my own findings about my Dad!" "Go ahead, you do that but you won't like what you find!" Harry yelled back, David walked away then, disgusted. As he got to the doorway, he stopped then and said maliciously, "Oh and by the way, I do have respect for the elders. Just not you." And he left, slamming the door behind him. As he got in the car, he realised that he had already found out something about his dad that he didn't like. The fact that he had been a teenaged father troubled David because this meant that this was one thing he had in common with his dad. He felt the tears forming and he did nothing to stop them.

By time he got home, the kids were in bed and Carol was in the living room, reading. He had called her prior to him going to see Harry and told her that he was working late at the car lot. She was dressed in her dressing gown and as soon as she saw David, she smiled, "You alright, darling?", She said lovingly and David nodded, still in shock after Harry's revelation. "Car lot was busy then?", David nodded again, not trusting himself to speak. All of a sudden, he was overcome with sexual desire and the urge to blot out his disastrous meeting with Uncle Harry. He grabbed Carols arm, lifted her onto her feet and began kissing her passionately and though Carol was taken aback by this sudden gesture, she quickly responded, wrapping her arms around his neck. He became frantic, removing her dressing gown, only to discover that she only had a pair of knickers on, "All of my Jim Jams are in the wash, I had to make do with the dressing gown, you don't mind, do you?", She added with a saucy smile and David smiled back, then Carol began unbuttoning his shirt and he threw it on the floor before she began unfastening his trousers and watched as they fell to the floor, David's erection visible through his boxers. "Lie down on the floor,He commanded, his voice of sexual tension and Carol obeyed, he lay on top of her then and his fingers linked through the fabric of her knickers and pulled them down slowly. He hoped that Bianca or the kids didnt come downstairs otherwise there would be murder.

As soon as he removed his boxers, he slid downwards and when Carol felt his tongue between her legs, she let out a moan that was deep and sounded like a scream. She rolled her head backwards and David drove his tongue deeper inside her, she grabbed his head and he moved up and kissed her so tenderly, she got lost in his kiss. Then he expertly entered her and she gasped loudly while David moved within her. He kissed her again and she screamed into his mouth. His movements became faster and more intense and then after a final thrust, they let out a loud moan as David pumped his seed into Carol. Then he rolled of her, breathing hard as he turned to look at her, "I love you." He whispered, as she rested her head on his chest and fell into a deep sleep. As he fell asleep, he realised he had managed to get Harry's words out of his system but he knew they would back in the morning.