Up. Down. Up. Down. Mmmm, sensual pleasure.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Mmmm, sensual pleasure.

Soft. Smoooooth.

It's just a little plastic dolphin. There's no way you're actually getting satisfaction from this.

A man in a hardhat and blue vest finishes the last twist of his screwdriver and gets up from where he's knelt, knees-down, on the pavement. His fingers brush the dolphin on the way up -- for luck.

For a second, you could swear you hear the whistle and chirp of a real dolphin.

The dolphin is inside your head. Pressing its blubber against your skull.

Give it a rest for today. Return when the sensation is fresh and it should once again have its calming effect.