H ackworth woke from a dream of unsustainable pleasure and realized it 
wasn't a dream; his penis was inside someone else, and he was steaming like a 
runaway locomotive toward ejaculation. He had no idea what was going on; but 
couldn't he be forgiven for doing the wrong thing? With a wiggle here and a 
thrust there, he finally nudged himself over the threshold, the smooth muscles 
of the tract in question executing their spinal algorithm.