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been better off not even trying. It was a big waste of time. The guys in my unit were starting to think I was gay and I gave in to a couple of double dates. It did nothing to discourage their beliefs though when I turned the women down when they would throw themselves at me. I know it sounds a little crazy but I can’t imagine losing my virginity to anyone but her.
    “We are probably the oldest virgins alive.” I tell him only half joking.
    “Probably.” He laughs. I hope like hell Sammy is a virgin too. I am not sure I can handle her giving what belongs to me to someone else. To us. Shit I said to me. It has to be us. I have to get used to that or lose them both and I can’t do that.
    “I was thinking that we should stay at my house so that she doesn’t have to make up beds for us or anything.” He says as he takes the highway that leads out to our old stomping grounds. It twist and turns as it climbs in elevation.
    “That’s probably best.” I tell him honestly. It is for the best. Who knows what kind of reception we will get from Sammy. I know Grandma will want us to stay but I refuse to be a burden to her. She needs help and that is why we are all here now. I only hope she will let us. She can be a very stubborn woman. It is something that Sammy got from her and one of the many things I love about her. I hope she never loses that fire inside of her.
    I look over at Trevor and know that we will both make sure that Sammy and Grandma have all they will ever need, that includes a shoulder to lean on. I also want to make sure this is the most kick ass Christmas that either have ever seen. If it is to be the last Grandma sees then it should be memorable.
    We turn off on the dirt road that leads into the back of our properties. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t realize how much time had passed. My stomach bottoms out as Trevor parks by Grandma’s old Chrysler she still has. It is amazing the thing hasn’t broken down yet. She used to cart us all over the place in that thing as children. Some of my fondest memories took place in that car.
    I remember the first time I ate out at a restaurant and the first movie I ever saw. Grandma drove us and picked us up. I remember wanting to hold Sammy’s hand so badly during the movie. I wonder if Trevor felt the same way, even then. I no longer remember a time I didn’t love her. I will always love her. I look over at Trevor again. We will always love her.
    He stops the car and sits there for a moment staring out the window. I know that this is just as scary for him as it is for me. The next few days could very well determine our future. I want so much to be able to fast forward and see how it turns out but life doesn’t work that way. I take a deep breath and open my door. Trevor follows suite and we walk around to the front door. I knock before I chicken out.
    The door is pulled open and there is Grandma. The woman who was always kind to me. The woman who was more family to me than my own ever was. She looks the same only older and with dark circles around her eyes, giving her illness away. She pulls me into her arms and I feel like I am home. I feel as though my very own Grandma is welcoming me into my family home.
    She pulls back and holds me at arm’s length as she stares at me as though she can see right through me. For all I know she can. She always seemed to know when something was bothering me. She would sit me down and have me tell her everything that is going on, even when talking about things was the last thing I wanted to be doing. She could always get me talking.
     
    “It’s good to have you home.” She says and smiles up at me warmly. I can practically feel the warmth of her smile. It’s like drinking hot coco and eating warm cookies straight from the oven, which of course I only experienced here.
    She turns to Trevor and gives him the same treatment. When she pulls back, I see tears in Trevor’s eyes. He was always easy at sharing his emotions. I