You're wrong: he's not Superman at all.

I decided not to push it and pulled things back a smidge by positioning her on her back next to the sink and drilling her like a fucking jackhammer until I felt that telling tingle and it was time to give her eyes a pearl necklace.

And those are her two daughters, Opal and Ruby. Her husband, Joshua, named them. He said they were to be the jewels of his old age. She would never have thought of names like that. There wasn't an ounce of sentiment in her body.

Alexander the Great […] lanced himself in manner of a Star Volant in the Air, leaping out of the East into the West, […]