Control Alt Delete

Control alt delete. Get the hell outa here dirty girl.

Kristie talks to me and I squeeze her soft palm. She gasps and splutter, so excited to tell her Da bout what just happened on TV.

That's incredible, I tell her and Jane looks over.

I kiss Krista's hot forehead, tell her to go find out what happens next.

Jane sighs. So critical of my interactions. So critical of everything.

I remember a time when she used to gasp before me. Splayed out on my bed or her car. Wet and ready. She'd giggle in my ear, tell me to fuck her hard and I'd kiss her on the mouth, thinking I can't believe my luck.

Been a long time since those days. There's Krista and Jenna here now, nother on the way. We hardly get a moment's peace and when we do it's lights out and no messin'.

I daren't try nothing now. S'enough to make a man's heart break, so much rejection. Just peck on the cheek and roll over.

But I do sit, when I find the time, glancing at dirty girls on the Internet, wonderin when I got so old as to be unloveable. I think how I'd hate for them to see me like this, my girls. But I ain't got nothin else. I just control alt delete when they get too close.