Chapter 43

It was only about a five minute drive, and I frantically tried to think of what in the hell I was going to do. I couldn’t take her home like this, Kim would have a fucking cow. And I couldn’t take her home either, mom and dad would also. I could not even take her to Pete and Mandy’s, same thing. In fact, I had to keep her out of sight until the next morning, as that is when they were all leaving to go back to Montana.

Otherwise, I would not put it past Jeff and Pete to want to storm down and want to give them some “Western Justice”. And that was if they did not just beat the crap out of them and turn them over to the cops. I felt the same way, but Grace seems like she just wanted to forget about it all.

Then I remembered the bunkhouse! There were two of them in the ghost town, one fake and one real. And I knew one of the rooms was unoccupied in the real one. I could take Grace there, and she could sleep it off until morning. I pulled in front, and saw one of the hands sitting in a lawn chair having a smoke. He came up to chase me off as cars were not allowed in the area. But then he recognized Scout, and I asked him to give me a hand.

“Oh hell, that’s Grace! Is she OK? What did you do to her?” he asked, looking hard at me.

“Sorry, I don’t know you. But I’m George. Larry and Dee’s son, Pete’s brother. She was at a party and got plastered. I can’t take her home like this, so I thought she could sleep it off here. We’ll tell her folks what happened in the morning, but I don’t want Kim or Jeff seeing her like this.”

Her shook his head, but helped me get her into the room. I laid her on her side in the bed, then quickly moved the truck to the employee parking area. When I got back I saw he was still there, and after checking on Grace who was snoring I went back out to talk with him.

“Hey, I’m Carl.” I introduced myself a bit better, and he pulled out another chair and we both lit up a smoke. I gave him a clean version, saying she had gone to the lake with a bunch of college kids, and drank more than she should have.

“Yeah, I could tell she had puked some, she should feel like hell in the morning but she’ll live. I tell you, good thing you told me who you were. I was going to beat the shit out of you when I saw how bad off she was.”

“Oh, the guys that were giving her the booze are already bad off. I beat them both with a stick.” He looked at me and nodded, and said that is what they would have deserved for doing something like that. Turns out that Carl had started working there the summer I left, and was one of the Cavalry guys from the show. Then laughed when I said I had been the announcer that night.

“Oh, I heard all about you then! Yeah, as we all were changing after the show Grace was going on something fierce about your calling her Princess Kimama! She was saying she was not a princess, and did not need some prince to come along and save her. But between you and me, you are not just her prince but her knight in shining armor. Tonight it seems like she did need saving, and I’m glad you were there for her.”

When I finished the cigarette, I was able to get Carl to promise to keep this between just us. “Nothing happened, I made sure of that. I will admit she had a bit much to drink, so I brought her here to sleep it off. That is the truth after all, even if not the exact truth.”

He promised to keep it a secret, but would talk to Grace the first chance he got to make sure. He went into his room real fast, then came back and handed me a five gallon paint bucket and a bottle of aspirin. “Here, might be needing these” he said, then went inside.

I returned to Grace and locked the door. I put the bucket on the floor near her head, then looked around. It was nothing fancy, just a bed, desk, chair, and television. But thankfully there was a bathroom. So after using it I checked on Grace again. She was still out like a light, so I just slipped off my boots and sat in the chair.

I woke up somewhat groggy and disoriented, and realized there was moaning not far from me. And I remembered what had happened the night before. I quickly went over and sat on the bed next to Grace and asked her how she was. And I got my answer when she moaned louder, then tried to get out of bed saying she was going to be sick. I quickly helped her to roll over and put her hand on the bucket. And she started puking right away, several huge heaves resulting in a vile looking and smelling liquid coming out of her mouth and into the bucket. I reached out and caressed her back and told her it was alright.

Finally after several minutes more of dry heaves, I quickly went and got her a glass of water. She rinsed her mouth and spit it in the bucket, then carefully drank some. I fought to keep from joining her as I went to the bathroom and flushed the contents down the toilet, then rinsed it in the tub before returning and putting it back on the floor. Grace mumbled her thanks after I handed her two aspirin, and was soon asleep again.

I went ahead and took a shower, even though I had nothing clean to put on it still felt better. And I remembered my phone and quickly turned it off. The last thing I needed at this time was my mom or dad calling me. I went back into the bathroom and wet a washcloth, then returned and placed it on her forehead.

I dozed lightly, and woke up when I heard Grace moan. I asked her how she was, and she said other than a splitting headache she was fine. “Last night is kinda fuzzy, what happened?”

“Well, you apparently went down to that party with those two guys from the resort, Don and Jim. I got a bit worried when you left at some point, so I went to find you. And, ah, they were about to rape you.”

Grace at that time sighed, and I could see her start to cry. I reached out and rested my hand on hers, and she turned her palm up and clenched it tightly. “I had another girl from the party with me, and when I saw what they were doing and you seemed to have been passed out, she started shouting for help as I hit each of them several times with a stick. Her and one of the girls helped you throw up most of what they had been giving you as I told the guys what had happened. I asked, and you said you did not want the cops called, so I just let them go.”

“Thank you. And no, I did not want the cops called.”

“Grace, why not? Good god, they were about to rape you?”

She looked at me, and nodded. “Yes, I believe you there. But, well, I had already sucked off Don earlier after the party started. And I had sucked off Jim last night by the quarry. That is the kind of thing that would have come out, and it would have made me to be the slut that asked for it.” She was crying again, so I laid next to her and just held her.

“Shush, don’t say that, Grace. You are not a slut, never.”

“But that is what girls who do that are, sluts.”

“Not if it is only two. Now if it had been three guys, then I would say it made you a slut.” Thankfully she gave a soft giggle, which quickly turned into a moan as she reached up and held her head in her hand.

“Fuck, don’t make me laugh, asshole. What in the hell did they put in my drink? I only had three, maybe four beers. But I have never felt this wasted.”

“Well, from what they had on them they added about a pint and a half of vodka to it. They had one bottle that was almost empty, and another that was less than half full.”

“Ouch, no wonder I feel like shit. Help me, please?” She tried to get up, and I told her to just remain in bed and use the bucket if she had to. “George, I need to piss. I’m not going to piss in the bucket!”

I helped her stand, then guided her to the bathroom. I stood right outside, and when she came out I guided her back to the bed. She asked me the time, and I said just after six. “Grace, I figure in another hour or so we take you home. And I will tell your parents what happened.”

“No, you can’t do that!” she almost yelled.

“Easy, not everything. I will say that I had met you at the party, and that you were stumbling. And when I realized you were drunk I got you out of there and brought you here.”

“Wait, where are we? Where did you bring me?” She sounded a bit suspicious, but nodded when I said we were at the ghost town bunkhouse. I told her about meeting Carl, and giving him the same story I was going to tell her folks. That she had too much to drink, and I brought her here to sober up before I brought her home.

“So there is no need to mention anything else that happened. Just try to sleep some more, and when you wake up you can take a shower then I’ll take you home.”

But she clenched my hand, and told me to stay. “In fact, lay down with me George. Please.” The way she said it caused me to do it immediately. I could tell she wanted to hold onto me, and that is exactly what I did. She rolled and rested her head on my shoulder, and put her arm around my waist as she had done so many times.

And when she prompted, I finally told her what all I had seen. One of them had his cock in her mouth as the other was feeling her up. Then they almost treated it like a wrestling match, tagging each other so one moved up and put his cock in her mouth as the other removed her panties and shorts.

“Denise was trying to drag me away, saying that was something we should not be seeing. And then it struck me, you were just lying there. Your hands were down your sides, you were not moving at all. That’s when I realized you were unconscious, and the one was just pushing down his pants when I hit him in the back of the head with the stick. Then I hit the other one. I hit each of them two or three times, and the others started to show up so they got the idea to stay down.”

She looked up at me, mortified and asked who all saw her like that. “Oh Grace, just us two. Denise quickly pulled your panties and shorts back up. We told everybody that they had only been feeling you up, but that was enough. Especially when I told them all you were only seventeen.”

“George, are you mad at me?” she finally asked, so softly I could barely hear her.

“Oh god, no Grace. In fact, I hope that you are not still mad at me. I finally understand what I did wrong the other night, and I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you, honest. But when I saw you at the party, you looked pretty bad. You danced with both guys, but it was almost like they were holding you up. Then a bit later I could not see you anymore. After about five minutes I got worried enough that Denise came with me to try and find you.”

“Well, that would have been the second time that night then. Jim was asking for a repeat of the night before, and I said why not. The last thing I remember was both of them helping me walk towards the creek.”

“Well, that is where we found you. The guys were both on you and taking turns, you were dead to the world other than a few moans.”

She fell back asleep with her head on my chest, and I held her for about an hour when she woke up again. She went to use the bathroom again, and when she came back out I handed her two more aspirin and told her to drink as much water as she could. She looked at me questioningly, and I nodded. “A lot of a hangover is actually dehydration. That should help with the last of it, go ahead and take a shower, then I can take you home after.” She nodded and kissed my cheek then headed in.

I got into my shoes then grabbed my phone and headed outside. I took a deep breath, then called Aunt Kim. “George, oh please tell me Grace is with you!”

“Yes Kim, she’s with me and she’s fine. I ran into her at a party last night down at the lake, and she had a bit too much to drink.”

“Well, not like that never happened to me a time or two. And I know she’s had a bit much to drink in the past. So where are you?”

I sighed, and said it had never been this bad. “Aunt Kim, she was almost unconscious when I found her. So one of the girls at the party helped me get her to my car, and we’re over at the bunkhouse now. I decided it would be best if she sleeps it off here, she is taking a shower now and I’ll bring her home after that.”

“OK, I’m just glad she’s alright. I was more than a bit worried, if this ever happens again please, just call me and let me know. It’s not like I never got drunk like that when I was younger. And I promise you, I will not get mad. But thank you for telling me, I will go ahead and start on breakfast. So it should be done by the time you get here.”

I went back inside, and stripped the bed and threw the sheets in a bag inside the dresser. I placed it and the bucket outside the door, and Grace came out. Her hair was wet, and she did look a bit better. And as we walked to the truck she said she was more than a bit worried about going home after being out all night.

“Grace, relax. I already called your mom, she’s just glad you were with me and alright.” She looked at me, and I nodded. “Honest, I don’t think she’s mad. In fact, she said that had happened to her in the past. So I bet she understands.”

We pulled up in front of the Big House a few minutes later, and the two of us walked in. Kim looked at Grace, and her daughter just hung her head. Then Kim went up and hugged her, saying it would be alright. “Just go ahead and go up and change, then come on down for breakfast.”

I saw she had made oatmeal and toast, and Kim winked at me. “Trust me, not much of a breakfast, but it will help settle her stomach.” I gave a sanitized version of the night before, only that I had seen her at the party. And over time she got more drunk so I grabbed her and we left the party.”

“George, you are an awesome older brother. A lot of guys would have simply laughed and left her there, but next time just let me know.”

I had the image replay in my mind of Grace laying there, with a cock in her mouth and her shorts and panties off and just nodded.

Grace came back a moment later and nodded when she saw what breakfast was. Kim then went ahead and told us she had been in a similar state a time or two in the past. “In fact, your gramma chewed me out big time once, as I had gone to the cattle pond at their old place and got plastered. So bad I had to walk back to the house and left the farm truck at the pond.”

“She got mad because you took the truck?”