Of course

 Melody remained absolutely. I could hear the footsteps of the man approach. Then I felt a finger running briefly between my legs. 
   “Not a virgin,” he said. “She isn’t married, is she?”


 “You think I would pick someone who’s married?” Melody replied.
“Of course not. It just interested me.”
“She lives alone on a reasonable income from a job that she isn’t particularly interested. Consciously she makes a point of pride of her bachelorhood. The furniture is all meant for one person. Nonetheless, the furniture is arranged in a way that’s slightly inconvenient for simple use, but is useful if she were thinking about moving other furniture into the place, especially in the bedroom. I could tell you a few other things if you were interested.”

 “Perhaps later.” And then, I heard the sound of pants being unbuttoned and lowered. A few seconds, I felt it enter into me.
I can’t stand making the admission that it was pleasant, but there’s no way to get around it. In a purely physical way, it was pleasant, being clearly the best that I’ve ever been screwed. Emotionally, of course, my body was being offered blindly to the most terrifying mind that I’ve ever met. But whichever cause it was from, that time, from penetration to ejaculation, has never faded in my mind.