Devil of a Night
As Steven Hendricks stared out the window at the passing night and the pine trees hemming in the narrow two-lane highway down which they drove, a stretch of desolate road deserted at this late hour, he prayed his boyfriend Carlos Menendez knew where they were going. This was New Jersey, Carlos had reasoned; he knew this part of the state like the back of his hand. Never fear, he had assured Steven.
But the last vestige of civilization Steven had seen was an old rundown gas station set off the road about three miles back, and he was beginning to suspect maybe, just maybe, they were lost. “Where are we, again?” he asked softly, glancing at his boyfriend from the corner of his eye.
Carlos frowned at the road ahead. “Jersey.”
No s**t, Steven thought, but he wisely kept th
