Amber and I got off at the gas station but I was clearly in the dog house. This had to be the strangest situation I have ever been in. Amber stayed outside and sat on a nearby bench while I called CAA. I must have been on the phone for at least thirty minutes, trying to explain the location where my car was. Luckily the time I was inside gave Amber time to cool off and rethink the situation.
I walked outside, Amber waved for me to come over and patted the bench next to where she was sitting to get me to have a seat next to her. I did as she wished and took a seat without saying anything,waiting for her to say the first word. Suddenly Amber said, "OK I know what happened was really fucked up, but let's just put this behind us, forget the entire thing happened and enjoy our trip. If you wanna brake up that's fine but I'm willing to forgive you if you forgive me."
I was shocked, I definitely thought it was over but it seemed as though she was apologizing. I replied, "Yeah, Amber, I know I put you in that situation and it's my fault you had to do what you did and I'm glad you are looking at it the way you are."
I had also confessed to her that I thought seeing her like that was rather erotic. She agreed she did enjoy parts of it, regardless of how dirty and bizarre it may have been.
A short while later a tow arrived and we got my car. We immediately began driving again, by 6pm made it the rest of the way to my parents cortege. At the door we realized everyone was already there. We were greeted by my parents, my grandparents, my paraplegic great grandfather who suffers from dementia and older sister Rebbecca along with her annoying husband Simon.
Everyone was very excited to meet Amber since I didn't really bring most of my girlfriends to any family functions, this was definitely out of the norm. My mother had dinner waiting so we quickly gathered around the table and began eating, along with the typical 101 questions directed towards Amber from everyone in my family. Most of the family were asking the typical questions such as, "What do your parents do?" , " What are you doing in school?" , etc..
Unfortunately my great grandfather who was an army Vet and being 97 years old with dementia wasn't as politically correct and blurted out, "Are you a jap or a chink?" The entire table went silent, you could hear a pin drop, but my delirious great grandfather just stared at Amber waiting for the answer. Amber looked at me, winked and then at him and replied, "I'm a Canadian spy and being trained to go to Asia to gather information." My great grandfather surprisingly smiled and then began to eat, which was an obvious sign of approval from him. You could also see a sign of relief on the faces of the rest of my family, they were happy the awkward silence was broken and gone.
We all finished our dinner and headed outside to have a fire and drinks. My parents and grandparents went to bed, just leaving me with Amber, my sister, her husband and great grandfather Robertson, for an old guy in a wheelchair, he still loved to drink.
The five of us continued drinking and laughing and it was good to catch up with one another. Great grandfather didn't really say much, but that was the norm for him. He used to mostly just sit there in his wheelchair and blurt out the occasional nonsense from his younger years like, "Marciano is gonna beat Jersey Joe, I will put money on it."
Before we all knew it, it was 3:00am and we were all showing an obvious glow. We all decided to call it a night and head to bed. My sister Rebbecca spoke up saying, "OK little bro, I call seniority, so you guys can deal with the senior." Rebbecca and Simon then got up and walked off to bed.
I pushed great grandfather's wheel chair to his bedroom which was the only one on the lower floor, which made it easier due to his condition. As we got into the room Amber looked at me and said, "What do we do with him now?"
Grandfather looked up and slurred, "You can get me in the bed so I can get some sleep, now help me out of these clothes."
Amber stood there while I leaned down to unbutton his shirt but I was soon met with a backhand to the face and a comment, "Get out of here you, did my family raise a fairy?"
I looked back at him with anger saying, "Do you want help or what?"
He replied, "Yes, but not from the likes of another man, what do you take me for sunny?"
Amber stepped forward and said, "It's OK, I will do it." She leaned down and began unbuttoning his shirt and was met by no resistance. She unbuttoned the entire thing then pulled it off of him. She looked at me again, "His pants too?"
I nodded yes. She undid his belt and unbuttoned his wool slacks, yanking them down his legs, leaving him sitting there in a wheelchair, wearing just his underwear and black socks. He sat there, old, fat bellied and covered in grey hair, I guess your typical almost a century old guy.