“ ‘Tarquin, I want to!’ she said. ‘I wanted to do it in the car. I just had an overwhelming desire to do it. And I never got to do it. Come on, out of bed!’ and I was led like a slave into the tiled bath where she performed the arousing ablutions and then we were back amid the swirled sheets, only she had her mouth on my cock, stroking it hard, fast, and licking at the tip, and then I died when I came. All strength, all energy, all dreams went out of me.

“ ‘Nobody’s ever done that before?’ she purred in my ear as we lay there.

“ ‘No,’ I said. It was all I could do to speak. ‘Could we sleep, just like this, snuggled up together?’

“In answer I felt the warm weight of the covers and then her cool arm against my back and her lips kissing my eyes. There was a moist heat coming from her breasts and from between her legs. And the breeze of the air conditioner, chilling down the room, made the nestling all the more wonderful.

“ ‘Tarquin, you are one beautiful boy,’ she whispered. ‘And your ghost is here, and he’s watching us.’

“ ‘Go away, Goblin,’ I said. ‘Leave me now, or I mean it, I won’t speak to you for the longest time, I swear it.’ Then I turned over and looked around the room. ‘Can you see him?’ I asked her.

“ ‘No,’ she said. ‘He’s gone.’ She lay back on the pillows next to me. ‘I am Ophelia once again,’ she said. ‘I am floating in the water, with only “nettles, daisies and long purples” to hold me up, and I will never sink to “muddy death.” You can’t imagine how it is with me.’

“ ‘How so?’ I asked. ‘I see you borne along forever, vital, precious, oh, so sweet—.’ I tried to stay awake, to listen to her.

“ ‘Go on, sleep. Men want to sleep when it’s over. Women want to talk, at least sometimes. I am Ophelia drifting in “the weeping brook,” so light, so sure, “or like a creature native and endued unto that element.” They won’t find me till tonight, and maybe not even then. I tip these hotels pretty high, I think I may have them won over.’

“ ‘You mean you’ve done this before? You’ve come here with others?’ Now I was wide awake. I rose up and propped myself on my elbow.

“ ‘Tarquin, I have a huge family,’ she said, looking at me, her hair exquisitely mussed on the pillow. ‘And one time it was my goal to be intimate with every one of my cousins. I succeeded with more than I can count without the aid of a computer. Of course it wasn’t always in a hotel. It was more often in the cemetery at night—.’

“ ‘The cemetery!’ I said. ‘You’re serious?’