The last women alive locate the last man alive. Now, a confused twenty-first-century male must service all these beauties from the other end of spacetime. The survival of humanity depends on it.Clayton Parks is just another low-level civilian contractor at the Pentagon. Then he's snatched through time and space to the opposite ends of the galaxy, where he learns he's the last man left..."This can't be the Moon," I said. "There's air. I can breathe. So you know?""Oh." She blinked several times to gather her thoughts, although it was pretty clear her attention had already drifted lower down. "Um, well, so we have some things to talk about. But I don't know how long you'll stay in our time, so we need to work fast to collect your, um, seed. You don't mind sharing your body, do you? The records suggest you're very open to sharing."Her blouse was history, and now the bandage skirt wasscootingdown those long, impossible legs inch by sexy inch. She wasn't the only ditz getting distracted.Focus.."How is this the Moon?""Well, you know, like, when it became clear the Earth was hopelessly contaminated, NASA made a last ditch effort to convert it into a new home for humanity. So they like slapped an atmosphere on it or something. Oh, and a gravity generator. For, you know, strong bones."Hmm. NASA apparently didn't bother to send any underwear to the Moon...This 12,500-word novella is intended for open-minded readers over age 18 who appreciate pulp science fiction, men's harem adventure fiction, and plenty of nudity, swearing, and, swinging/sharing/polyamorous encounters. The future won't be rated G.To avoid spoilers, the complete novel-length series is best read in this order:Vortex, Book #1Classified, Book #2Psych, Book #3Glitch, Book #4Explode, Book #5