In this blurring, roaring cocoon he felt the weight of the gun, and he felt Cripps against his back, arms circling to the front of his pants, unzipping, pulling down. Then Cripps was in him, pounding at his arse, whispering encouragements he couldn't understand but which filled his head with a mounting pressure,
WHAT IS HAPPENING - IS HE HAVING SEX WITH HIM???
