My Lover's Stepfather

An elderly black man, dressed in a black suit, was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

"Good morning, sir," he said. "Mr. Morton told me to drive you back to Norfolk this morning, sir. He and the other gentlemen will be out hunting all day."

"But Shawn—" I started to say. I had quite a bit to say to my college roomy.

"Young Mr. Stabler is already gone, sir. He drove out just a while ago."

Gone? Shawn gone? "But I came down here with him. We came together." I was having trouble processing. This was all just too much for me to process.

"Mr. Stabler isn't going back to Norfolk, sir. He's transferred elsewhere. He won't be going back to Old Dominion."

So much for all of my dreams of a first time with Shawn.