The Stepfather

Eric looked at me with his affable face, adorned with a kind smile. His gaze reflected a condescending paternalism that made me insane with anger. Apparently, it was funny to see a young man just lifted from the couch by his mother. However, I thought I was hallucinating. It couldn't be true. Beneath that sweet gaze, I seemed to see a flash of incandescent lust. Was I crazy? Why was my mother with a gay dude, or at least, a bisexual? It wasn't like her, she had traditional ideas, at least when it came to that.