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it.” He pushed a fraction of an inch into my body.
    “I want it. God, I want it. Please, please fuck me, Justin.”
    He groaned as he slid all the way into me. He was as thick and long as my favorite toy, and I tried to concentrate on matching his deep, even thrusts.
    He noticed. “No, you gorgeous girl. Don’t do anything. Just feel.” He took his thumb away from my clit, and when I moaned in protest, he put his palm down and rubbed my whole pussy mound in firm, hard circles.
    He timed the circles with his thrusts, and picked up speed. Soon all I knew was his cock filling me, and then I came.
    The waves of sensation flooded out from my core, all the way to my toes. I rode those waves again and again until they ebbed and faded.
    I opened my eyes. “Wow.”
    “Thank you.”
    I grabbed him and pulled him down on top of me. “Anytime,” I mumbled.
    Before I knew it we were snuggled together in the bed. “I wish this was for more than just one night,” he said in a wistful voice.
    “Give me your email address in the morning,” I said, half asleep. He didn’t answer except to tighten his embrace. I closed my eyes and sent a little thought of gratitude to whatever trick of acoustics threw that strange voice into my room.
     
    The Blue Ridge morning with its cornflower blue sky was better than anything I could see in Manhattan, and my first thought was that maybe I wouldn’t mind visiting again. I rolled over to share that with Justin.
    But he was gone. Only the dent in the pillow next to mine and the sweet soreness between my legs were proof that anyone had been in my room at all.
    I bounced up and into the shower anyway. He was probably in his room.
    When I went to knock on the door next to mine, I realized it was a housekeeping closet. I frowned in confusion. I could have sworn he said he was staying next door, and my room was between this closet and the outside wall.
    I was feeling a little embarrassed when I got to the front desk. “Any messages for me?” I asked the middle aged clerk.
    She gave me a sharp look. “No, hon, I’m afraid not,” she said slowly.
    I thought I understood her expression, but I didn’t care. I’d never see her again, and I had to ask. “Did anyone with dark hair, kinda tall, check out this morning?”
    Her pity was even more overt. “Oh, sweetie. No, he… He isn’t a guest at all, really.”
    Now I understood. “Well, that’s probably for the best,” I said briskly, as I signed the bill. “By the way, my air conditioning came on full blast last night, even though it was nice and cool outside. The maintenance man knows.”
    “Thanks for telling me.”
    I turned to leave, but I couldn’t leave things well enough alone. I looked at the woman. “Please don’t be angry at your maintenance man for being in my room. And please tell him I’m sorry I didn’t see him this morning to say goodbye.”
    “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said the woman. She came around the desk and sat me down on the couch by the fireplace. She took a deep breath. “This inn is haunted,” she said in a rush.
    I laughed. “So I’d heard.”
    “There’s a woman ghost, and she’s always laughing and taunting people. It’s not just her, though. I personally have seen children wearing pinafores and a Civil War soldier.”
    “Really?” I tried to be polite. I made a mental note to tell Allison to come down here and make a friend.
    “Justin is my favorite, though.”
    “What did you say?” My face and hands went cold.
    “Justin. He’s very sweet.”
    “Oh?” I said weakly.
    “You’re lucky to have seen him at all. We usually just hear him, because he only materializes on the anniversary of his death. Good looking boy, too.”
    I felt an almost hysterical giggle bubble up from my chest. “He is. Was. Ha, yes, anyway, how do you know –”
    “I was here when the fire tore through the east wing back in October of ‘75. The people across the hall from him were nearly overcome