He stood naked in the middle of the room, the curtains gently billowing like a Hollywood specter from some old movie. The warm humid air wrapped its heavy arms around his body, his arms out stretched, fingers reaching, stretching for the white walls beyond, she was moaning softly, whispering, beckoning him to come… come.

The door to his room opened the hall beyond an endless tunnel of darkness awaiting, calling to him. He stepped closer ever closer, then there was a gentle warm breeze at his back pushing him forward and a serpent sprouting from a well groomed tuft of hair at the juncture of his legs, a stubby and thick serpent, all veins along its body and with a purple head all smeared and dripping with its slick saliva, pulling him forward, ever forward. His fingers gently scraped the walls of the narrow hallway, ticking over picture frames until he felt the first door and he stopped. He pressed his naked body against it, his eyes closed, he could hear her….

“Come to me… love me… be with me tonight” she hissed. He could see her behind his closed eyes, laying on her bed, her hips twisting one way then the other and her arms flung over her head. He pressed closer, the serpent softly patting the door as if knocking softly, “See?” she whispered, “He wants me… you want me”.

Just then the sirens song called once more from down the hall, her tune over whelming the inexperienced voice beyond this door, and once more he was gliding to the end of the hall. There the edge of the door glowed with an angels light, a light unlike any other he had ever seen. He slid up to the door and as he drew up close the door sighed opened silently and he found himself standing at both his past and his future. Across the room was her bed, the gossamer curtains allowed the filtered moonlight to bathe the cool white cotton sheets in its god light and in the middle of pillowy surface was a slender body, covered in a simple cotton gown also of white.

He was at the foot of her bed moved by forces unknown, his chest heaved, his fists clenched and unclenched. His lips felt dry. The breeze from her opened windows blew gently across his skin. Her eyes were closed, head to the side, he looked her over with an eye he had never used before. Her toes were perfectly shaped, her ankles blended into perfectly shaped calves and then on to smooth thighs that disappeared into the cool fabric of her night gown. Her full lips were parted, he could almost see her breath sweetly moving in and out. Her neck, soft and smooth disappeared into the cotton of her collar, the gentle swell of her round breasts enticed beneath. Her hands, the manicured fingers and the soft pink nails clenched the sweat dampened sheets. He could see right through the fabric, his vision better than x-ray, made it all seem disappear, he could see the object of his lust and he could smell her desire.

“Come to me” came the whisper, soft as the air that caressed his warm skin, “Come to me lover”.

He was found himself hovering over her with no memory of how he got there, his face looking at hers, his eyes looking at her eyes, his lips about to brush her lips, he could feel her hot breath as she exhaled, the scent as intoxicating as any perfume, “That’s it… closer” he heard the voice beckon, “Its time”.

The sheets were cool to his touch, bunched around her body, pushed aside in the heat of the night, he grasped them as he gazed upon this angle, he wanted her kiss, needed her kiss, lips both familiar and unfamiliar, but as he leaned closer, ever closer, the serpent in its eagerness, in its mindless desire, let fall a drop of dew upon the angels thigh and with a start her eyes opened, the fire behind those eyes paralyzing him with fear, and before he could move she grasped him.

Pain!