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tell him what I’d just witnessed, but something told me that my experience was not over yet. The figure wanted me to go into the Raven Suite. I don’t know how I knew that, but the sense that I should go inside was overwhelming. Slowly, I approached the room’s door.
    Once again, the knob was cold to the touch. I turned it slowly, wondering if the room was occupied.
    The door shouldn’t have opened, of course. I didn’t have the proper key card, and the tiny green light that told a person that the lock was disengaged wasn’t lit. But the door slowly creaked open.
    I stepped inside and entered another world.
    That was how it felt, anyway. It was almost like I was entering a dream, but not my own. The room was entirely different from mine and seemed furnished not as a room in an inn but as someone’s bedroom. There were posters on the wall, and a writing desk piled with books and papers and an old electric typewriter. Clothes were littered on the floor, and I could see into the open closet, which was filled with more clothes hanging from the rod. On the floor under the shirts and pants were several pairs of shoes: mostly big, bulky basketball shoes. I noted that one of the posters was of Boy George, the words Culture Club written across the bottom in big bubble letters.
    The bed was unmade, and there were two people on it, squirming and writhing on top of the sheets. I could see them clearly, although they seemed unaware that they were being observed. The guy on top was my blond specter, and he was bestowing desperate kisses onto the lips of the other guy, who was mostly in shadow. Both were naked, and I could see the blond guy’s erection pressing against the leg of his companion as they made love.
    The blond suddenly broke off the kissing and raised his head so he could gaze into his companion’s eyes. Breathlessly he said, “I want to fuck you so badly.”
    “Should we be doing this?” the other man said. The voice seemed strangely familiar. “What if your dad—”
    “Dad won’t be home for hours. We’ve got time. Come on. I want you so fucking bad.”
    The other guy smiled. I sensed the grin more than saw it, as his face was still shielded from view by the pillow and the shadow the blond guy’s face was casting. “Yeah,” he said. “How bad?”
    The blond snarled jokingly and buried his face in his companion’s neck. He made noises as if he was gnawing away at the tender skin there. The two of them giggled. “Bad. Really bad,” the blond said when the guffaw had died away.
    “You’re sure it’s okay?”
    “I’m sure.” The young blond man sat up, and now that I could see him clearly, I saw that he was gorgeous. His eyebrows were nearly brown, leading me to wonder if he was a natural blond. His face, however, could have been painted by Botticelli, it was so angelic. Skin like porcelain, soft green eyes, and perfect red lips bent into a slight smile. “Turn over, Bryan. If I don’t fuck you soon, I’m going to burst.”
    With a muffled laugh, his partner twisted around so that he was lying on his stomach. There was some shifting as he grabbed a pillow and placed it under himself so that his buttocks were raised. “Just be gentle, Cole. At first, anyway.”
    The blond, Cole, chuckled. “You like it rough, and you know it.”
    Bryan turned his head so that his face was away from my view. “Once we get going, yeah.”
    I wanted to retrace my steps, leave the room, but I was frozen in place. Whatever I was seeing, I was meant to see it. I felt, however, like a weird voyeur, spying on two people who thought they were unobserved.
    But they weren’t really there, of course. I was having some sort of vision. This room didn’t exist, not like this. Not anymore. I was witnessing a scene from the past.
    The one called Cole brought out a container of Vaseline from the nightstand next to the bed and proceeded to grease up his erect penis. He then straddled his friend’s legs and got a big glob of the