Staying in a hotel can be an exciting prospect. You never know who you’ll meet. It certainly never occurred to Eric that he would meet the man of his dreams sitting alone in a chair by the reception desk of the Dorchester Hotel.<br><br>Jock is handsome, tanned, and distinguished. A man of many talents. When he invites Eric up to his hotel room to continue their conversation, Eric eagerly accepts. They continue to chat for a while, learning more and more about each other.<br><br>Then things take a bizarre turn. People don’t usually end up doing Reiki half an hour after meeting. Yet, surprisingly, that isn’t the strangest thing to happen. For Eric, the meeting will be like none he has ever had before. Or ever will again.

Guests

“Have a nice day,” said the man as he exited.


“You, too,” Jock replied as the doors closed once more.


Seconds later, the bell pinged again and the doors opened onto the fourth floor.


“This is us,” said Jock. “It’s just down here. Room 418.”


“It’s nicer than mine,” said Eric. “Brighter.”


“What can I get you?” asked Jock, opening the mini-bar and taking out some milk. “Coffee? Tea?”


Jock looked at him, puzzled. “Sorry?”


“You know, coffee, tea or me? It’s an old…” Suddenly, Eric wished he hadn’t said anything. “It’s nothing. I’m fine, actually. I don’t want anything.”


“Oh. Okay. I’ll put this back, then.” He replaced the milk, then pulled of his shoes and socks. “Make yourself comfortable.”


Chapter 2