Standing in front of the U-District Wells Fargo, Bilge was bitter that he felt guilt.  Sex with Chlamm had been absolutely wonderful, but she had chosen to stay with her boyfriend after all, and now Bilge was left with a dirty conscience to deal with.  He looked at Chlamm standing before him, watching her face constrict as she strained to rationalize a furtherance of their illicit relationship.  Bilge spoke.
          "My penis is hard but I must not put it inside you.  Already your Samoan boyfriend wants to kill me, and were I to glaze your ample snatch yet again, he would surely interpret it as a most colossal 'Fuck You'."
          Chlamm nodded, sighing deeply.  "I suppose you're right," she said as she knelt down and rested her face on Bilge's crotch, "but I can't help but think that maybe we're not looking at the big picture."
          "Your boyfriend is big," fretted Bilge.
          "Yes, but---"  Chlamm's eyes suddenly widened as she stood up.  "---but his atoms aren't bigger!!!"
          "Atoms?"  Bilge was puzzled.
          "Yes, Bilge, atoms!  What's everything made of?  Atoms!  We think of ourselves as people when we're really just a bunch of atoms!  All our thoughts, our decisions----just a series of electro-chemical reactions taking place in a big fucking mess of atoms, and we're so pompous to have ever thought of ourselves as anything else!"  She was frantic now.  "Everything we see, everything we think..."
          A look of amazement spread across Bilge's face.  "It's all just bullshit, isn't it?" he said, in grand realization.  His schlong began to throb.
          "Bilge, nothing's random.  All was decided eons ago when the particles were first set into motion.  Free will is an illusion.  Morality is a lie."
          "It's dumb not to fuck!!!" exclaimed Bilge whilst grabbing Chlamm's crotch.
          "Only for the unenlightened fool could fucking someone else's girlfriend bear moral consequence!" Chlamm spouted.  Bilge promptly threw her on her stomach and adroitly stuffed his hog in her pootie.  They rutted on the pavement like dogs, with Bilge defiantly returning the stares of the thirty-or-so people that were beginning to notice the public street-humping.  The #43 bus stopped at the intersection in front of the squirming pair, and a series of dumb, slack-jawed gazes were met with Bilge's expression of crazy, drooling delight.  Bilge knew that this was going to be a truly significant revelation.  He could now fuck any girl that he wanted.  He could even fuck his mom.  He could fuck girls that didn't want to be fucked.  After all, what is "not wanting to be fucked", but a series of electro-chemical reactions taking place in a large, sexually attractive clustering of atoms that, in light of his realization, was ultimately insignificant---much like the police officer now approaching.  The beefy blueshirt's face was pale, and taut with rage as he spoke:
          "I think you kids want to stop doing that right now."
          Delirious with the knowledge that he was smarter than everyone, and fast approaching orgasm, Bilge felt comfortable speaking his mind:  "Fuck you, cop atoms!!!"  Then he blew his wad.
          As soon as he had ejaculated, Bilge felt completely stupid.