FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92e)
Because of going to bed so late my grandfather slept
late. My parents arrived to start cooking the Thanksgiving dinner at
around 9am and I headed for home. Dinner was supposed to be ready around
1pm but my mother had asked Elle to help her with the final
preparations so we were back at around noon. My brother showed up late
which upset my grandfather. He’d complain to me just about every time
he’d see me about the lack of attention showed to him by my brother.
My
parents offered to stay with my grandfather until around 6pm but wanted
me back around that time. At home I fell asleep when the girls took
their naps but when I woke up thought I might have an idea where Jan had
put her dirty clothes. That made me a little more accepting of having
to go back to spend another night. For entertainment it was more
dominos. I definitely remember my grandfather challenging me as I think
it was a $5 bill he put on the table. I believe it was if I could beat
him five times out of fifteen games it was mine. The night before we’d
played about the same number of games (it was really slow going because
of my grandfather’s poor eyesight) and I think I won two or maybe three
times. We agreed that he’d go to bed when we finished the set number of
games. I wanted to get it finished to see if my hunch was right about
the dirty clothes.
It was around 9pm or so when we
called it quits and, true to form, my grandfather had, in his terms,
”whupped me“. As soon as he was settled into bed I headed for Jan’s
room. The furniture was truly old. My grandmother had told me that the
dresser had been hers when she was still a girl. Back from when I lived
in that room I remembered that there was a hidden bottom drawer. To
someone standing in front of it it looked like trim around the base. It
had no visable handles and to open the drawer you had to cup your
fingers under the bottom and then pull. I did... and there were the
missing clothes.
Among all that was there were two of
the Lollipops and a close check of the crotch of one showed a pee stain
of about two inches by maybe an inch. It was about the amount that would
be left if she hadn’t wiped after using the toilet. I also remember
that it appeared that this pair hadn’t yet been washed as the label was
still pristine. The other pair didn’t show any obvious staining. The
other two were the Argo Knit and other than a small yellowish discharge
looked new or close to it. I quickly figured that she’d worn a Lollipop
and taken two others for her trip. I was happy with my powers of
deduction and it was another pleasant night of sleeping.
By
Friday night I was ready for Jan to return. Tired of dominoes, I asked
my grandfather if we could look at some of his photo albums. Because of
his failing eyesight he hadn’t looked at them in quite a while. I
prevailed and, with difficulty, we managed to go through a few and I
found him to be a fountain of information. As a teen I had no interest
in family history. When we sat down at the table I still didn’t but
after about an hour I was fascinated. Before we knew it the clock on the
mantle rang ten times. I got him to bed and then lay down in his chaise
to wait for Jan. I was truly ”out cold“ when I felt something shaking
my foot. It was Jan. Not really ”with it“ I made some small talk and
then headed for home. It was good to be back and to have Elle to snuggle
into.
Elle got a call from my grandfather the next day. When he went to sit in
his chaise he couldn’t get the back to lock in place. I had committed
to working at the church that Saturday, doing repairs to the pews so it
wasn’t until I got home that evening that I knew about it. I immediately
knew what the problem was. When I’d put it down to sleep I disconnected
the latching mechanism and never thought to reconnect it before I left.
Not having had much to eat during the day I opted to eat my supper
before retuning to fix the problem.
When I arrived I was surprised to see that Jan was there. When I walked
in to the living room I saw the two of them studying the chair. Jan was
standing but bent over with her hands on her knees. In her white uniform
the VPL was classic. But, what really got my attention was the size of
the crotch. Elle had yet to wear her new Lollipops and my knowledge of
the panties was limited. If what I was looking at was a true version of
how they presented themselves I couldn’t wait to get Elle into them. As
far as nylon panties were concerned I knew that Kayser and Van Raalte
panties had a very large crotch but the panties that I was looking at
through Jan’s uniform were very close to them. Even though I was tired,
that bit of information energized me. I couldn't wait to see Elle in them.
It took but a minute to get the chaise back to normal. I showed Jan what
to do in case it happened again. I was ready to leave but Jan asked if I
could look at something for her while I was there. She motioned for me
to follow her into her room. My first thought was it had to do with the
door which had been a bit of a problem for as long as I could remember.
But it wasn’t. We walked in and she pointed to the dresser and said she
was having a problem opening and closing the top drawer and proceeded to
try and open it. OH MY HEART! She was opening her underwear drawer for
me!
To be continued...
Friday, June 01, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92d)
It was right before Thanksgiving when I got a call at work from Elle. She’d observed workmen dismantling the patio awning and room over at Lil’s unit. I appreciated the info but it seemed like she wanted me to do something about it. I told her I’d call the office to see what was happening. It was right before Thanksgiving when I got a call at work from Elle. She’d observed workmen dismantling the patio awning and room over at Lil’s unit. I appreciated the info but it seemed like she wanted me to do something about it. I told her I’d call the office to see what was happening. I’d hoped that Dick (the ”nice“ brother/owner) would be there but it was Bea, the other brother’s wife who answered. She said that they’d been contacted by the bank who had loaned Andy and Lil the money for the mobile home to tell them that they were were going to repossess the unit. They’d paid cash for the awning and room so they were dismantling them. I found that disturbingly interesting and then called Elle to give her the ”scoop“. I wondered what would happen to the panels and also figured I’d better take a look in Andy’s shed before it was too late.
The day before Thanksgiving came up very fast. Jan had called the night before and said that she’d change the sheets on her bed so I’d not have to sleep on my grandfathers chaise again. I hadn’t planned on it but appreciated the call anyway. I helped get the kids to bed and headed over. Normally, my grandfather went to bed sometime between 9 and 10pm. I got there around 8:30pm and was surprised that he’d set up a card table and had his domino set on it and ready to go. (Background: When I’d lived with my grandparents during WWII he’d taught me how to play. I’d play as many as a dozen games a night when I’d stay with them and I actually enjoyed playing against him. He was amazing because within a minute of drawing his tiles he knew exactly what I had and how to play against me. To beat him was a major accomplishment.) It had been years since I’d played dominoes with him so to see everything set up was a bit nostalgic.
Approaching 90, his eyesight had failed some but his mind was still sharp. It was close to 11pm when he decided to call it a night and, as I remember it, he’d won most of the games we played. I’m not using this and an excuse but after 10 pm I was looking forward to getting into Jan’s panty drawer even though I’d been there a couple of times before. What I really wanted to know was just how many of the new Lollipop panties she’d used. I also wanted to do a close inspection of the nylon panties. On my first ”visit“ into the drawer I’d discovered the new Argo Knit band leg cotton panties. They’d been the only cotton panties in the drawer which pretty much indicated to me that she’d worn only nylon panties before buying the band leg ones. I was really curious to know the reason behind the change.
After getting my grandfather settled I went into the room and took a deep breath as I started to pull the drawer open. I had to struggle a bit to get it out all the way. Finally successful, I reminded myself to make sure that everything I took out went back in the exact same place. What I did was to take each pile and place it on the bed in the same order and place I’d found it. There were two unopened packages of the Lollipops. There was one Lollipop that appeared to have been worn and washed plus two of the Argo Knits (I’d determined that these came from Woolworth’s). I never did know how many of them she owned before her panties were stolen off the wash line. I also didn’t know how many were in the wash and that raised another point... where did she keep her dirty clothes.
The nylon panties were really well worn and were not stacked as neatly as the others and her bras, stockings and garter belts. I rooted through them hoping to find a readable label but the only ones either just stated the size (5) or the word nylon. There were some that had old blood stains from her period and some with stitching along the side seams or elastics. All in all it was a bit of a disappointment.
I did check out her bras as long as they were out and available. I’d not done much in the way of bra peeks and the names I was most familiar with were Maidenform (going back to my boarding school roommate), Lovable from ads I’d seen in magazines and Playtex, which is the brand that Elle wore. For Jan, they were all without manufacturers labels but had the size, 34 A and B. Having seen Jan as much as I had, in various types of clothing, I had a hard time thinking of her as an ”A“. Elle was a ”B“ and there was a definite similarity between the two. I was puzzled.
After putting everything back I got washed up and climbed into bed. The first thing I noticed was a sweet fragrance emanating from the pillow. I couldn’t place it but with visions of panties and bras it made for sweet dreams.
To be continued...
It was right before Thanksgiving when I got a call at work from Elle. She’d observed workmen dismantling the patio awning and room over at Lil’s unit. I appreciated the info but it seemed like she wanted me to do something about it. I told her I’d call the office to see what was happening. It was right before Thanksgiving when I got a call at work from Elle. She’d observed workmen dismantling the patio awning and room over at Lil’s unit. I appreciated the info but it seemed like she wanted me to do something about it. I told her I’d call the office to see what was happening. I’d hoped that Dick (the ”nice“ brother/owner) would be there but it was Bea, the other brother’s wife who answered. She said that they’d been contacted by the bank who had loaned Andy and Lil the money for the mobile home to tell them that they were were going to repossess the unit. They’d paid cash for the awning and room so they were dismantling them. I found that disturbingly interesting and then called Elle to give her the ”scoop“. I wondered what would happen to the panels and also figured I’d better take a look in Andy’s shed before it was too late.
The day before Thanksgiving came up very fast. Jan had called the night before and said that she’d change the sheets on her bed so I’d not have to sleep on my grandfathers chaise again. I hadn’t planned on it but appreciated the call anyway. I helped get the kids to bed and headed over. Normally, my grandfather went to bed sometime between 9 and 10pm. I got there around 8:30pm and was surprised that he’d set up a card table and had his domino set on it and ready to go. (Background: When I’d lived with my grandparents during WWII he’d taught me how to play. I’d play as many as a dozen games a night when I’d stay with them and I actually enjoyed playing against him. He was amazing because within a minute of drawing his tiles he knew exactly what I had and how to play against me. To beat him was a major accomplishment.) It had been years since I’d played dominoes with him so to see everything set up was a bit nostalgic.
Approaching 90, his eyesight had failed some but his mind was still sharp. It was close to 11pm when he decided to call it a night and, as I remember it, he’d won most of the games we played. I’m not using this and an excuse but after 10 pm I was looking forward to getting into Jan’s panty drawer even though I’d been there a couple of times before. What I really wanted to know was just how many of the new Lollipop panties she’d used. I also wanted to do a close inspection of the nylon panties. On my first ”visit“ into the drawer I’d discovered the new Argo Knit band leg cotton panties. They’d been the only cotton panties in the drawer which pretty much indicated to me that she’d worn only nylon panties before buying the band leg ones. I was really curious to know the reason behind the change.
After getting my grandfather settled I went into the room and took a deep breath as I started to pull the drawer open. I had to struggle a bit to get it out all the way. Finally successful, I reminded myself to make sure that everything I took out went back in the exact same place. What I did was to take each pile and place it on the bed in the same order and place I’d found it. There were two unopened packages of the Lollipops. There was one Lollipop that appeared to have been worn and washed plus two of the Argo Knits (I’d determined that these came from Woolworth’s). I never did know how many of them she owned before her panties were stolen off the wash line. I also didn’t know how many were in the wash and that raised another point... where did she keep her dirty clothes.
The nylon panties were really well worn and were not stacked as neatly as the others and her bras, stockings and garter belts. I rooted through them hoping to find a readable label but the only ones either just stated the size (5) or the word nylon. There were some that had old blood stains from her period and some with stitching along the side seams or elastics. All in all it was a bit of a disappointment.
I did check out her bras as long as they were out and available. I’d not done much in the way of bra peeks and the names I was most familiar with were Maidenform (going back to my boarding school roommate), Lovable from ads I’d seen in magazines and Playtex, which is the brand that Elle wore. For Jan, they were all without manufacturers labels but had the size, 34 A and B. Having seen Jan as much as I had, in various types of clothing, I had a hard time thinking of her as an ”A“. Elle was a ”B“ and there was a definite similarity between the two. I was puzzled.
After putting everything back I got washed up and climbed into bed. The first thing I noticed was a sweet fragrance emanating from the pillow. I couldn’t place it but with visions of panties and bras it made for sweet dreams.
To be continued...
Sunday, May 27, 2012
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Part 92c)
It appeared that when the lady had packed up she only took the clothes that she’d immediately need as there were still some clothes in all the drawers. As my father had said, it had been their intention to come back at some time in the Fall. The panty drawer was a little bare but there were two very nice Vanity Fair panties for viewing. I’d seen some of her panties on the wash line in the past and had, at one time, actually taken a pair off and inspected it in my car before returning it to the line. I remembered that one was also a Vanity Fair panty. There were a number of others but they didn’t look as ”inviting“ so I bypassed them. Luckily, my father came into the house with the tools and I heard him enter because if he’d come to the window he would’ve seen me with the panties and that would not have been good.
We finished up around noon and on my way home all I could think about was getting the race car moved. When I got there I found Elle heading out the door. There was some sort of meeting at the church concerning Sunday school and the nursery. She didn’t ask me and I didn’t volunteer to take care of the kids for her. It didn’t take me long to get up to the race car and hitch it up. Legally, to flat tow a vehicle someone had to be physically inside the car being towed. I took the chance and had it safely inside the garage by mid afternoon. With my mind totally engulfed with the car and racing I decided to stop by and see ”Crash“. He lived in the same town and was only minutes away. I was pleased to see his daughter answer the door. Even though her hair was up in curlers she still exuded real beauty. ”Crash“ was right behind her and, as I already knew, he loved his beer on the weekends. There was no question about that as he greeted me with a beer in hand and a very loud "HIYA!,.
We made some small talk and then he asked what brought me ”to town“. I’d told him that both my parents and my wifes’ parents lived there the last time I'd seen him. But he wanted to know if I was there about the motor he was holding for me. He seemed disappointed when I said that I wasn't. I told him about moving the race car which turned out to be a BIG mistake. He wanted to go see it. After opening the garage doors and walking around the car he stood there and laughed. Then he accused me of resurrecting one of his old cars saying that the dents on the roof and back were exactly the same. He was joking but he did offer one piece of advice... get a new car. I protested that I still didn’t have the money for the motor that was sitting in his garage. He then told me to get in the car. It was as if the car was his but with me as the driver. He then instructed me, turn for turn, where to go. We ended up in a somewhat familiar place... the yard of another former racer
George was one of the original drivers when the track first opened. Back when I had my first race car he was a competitive racer. With him being quite a bit older I never really got to "know" him. According to ”Crash“, when his wife became pregnant she told him he had to quit and he did, selling the race car. But he still harbored the idea that he could/would get back into racing. He owned and ran a heavy equipment company and had a large barn where he did the repairs when needed. Somewhere over the ensuing years he'd bought a 1937 Ford coupe and had almost completed making it into a race car before his wife discovered what he was doing. ”Crash“ told me that George was told by his wife that it was either the car or her.
”Crash“ had me honk the horn and within seconds this old man appeared from inside the barn. It had been about seven years since I’d last seen George and he had really aged. On the other hand he didn’t recognize me at all. ”Crash“ did most of the talking while George showed me the car. It was really well built and I really liked it. When it was all over George said he wanted $250. I thought it was a very fair price. I, apologetically, explained that I didn’t have any money with me. Trying to save face I told him I’d get back to him but it was obvious that he wasn’t happy with that response. I, myself, wasn’t happy with ”Crash“ for bringing me there to begin with but had to keep it to myself as I was definitely going to need his help in putting what I hoped was going to be my new motor.
When I dropped "Crash" off at his house he asked if I'd seen the new car his daughter's boyfriend, Bags, was building. I hadn't been near anybody having anything to do with racing in a while so told him "no". His parting words were to tell me that I should go take a look at it. On my way home I got to wondering why Bags was building a new car when there was a new one, already built, for sale at a reasonable price. I decided that I should probably track him down and take a look at it.
The real cost of my race car ”dalliance“ that afternoon was a case of ”hot tongue and cold shoulder“ when I got home. I kind of expected it. She got over it by the time we left for church the next morning though, and I never really had to explain what I’d been doing... which was good.
To be continued...
It appeared that when the lady had packed up she only took the clothes that she’d immediately need as there were still some clothes in all the drawers. As my father had said, it had been their intention to come back at some time in the Fall. The panty drawer was a little bare but there were two very nice Vanity Fair panties for viewing. I’d seen some of her panties on the wash line in the past and had, at one time, actually taken a pair off and inspected it in my car before returning it to the line. I remembered that one was also a Vanity Fair panty. There were a number of others but they didn’t look as ”inviting“ so I bypassed them. Luckily, my father came into the house with the tools and I heard him enter because if he’d come to the window he would’ve seen me with the panties and that would not have been good.
We finished up around noon and on my way home all I could think about was getting the race car moved. When I got there I found Elle heading out the door. There was some sort of meeting at the church concerning Sunday school and the nursery. She didn’t ask me and I didn’t volunteer to take care of the kids for her. It didn’t take me long to get up to the race car and hitch it up. Legally, to flat tow a vehicle someone had to be physically inside the car being towed. I took the chance and had it safely inside the garage by mid afternoon. With my mind totally engulfed with the car and racing I decided to stop by and see ”Crash“. He lived in the same town and was only minutes away. I was pleased to see his daughter answer the door. Even though her hair was up in curlers she still exuded real beauty. ”Crash“ was right behind her and, as I already knew, he loved his beer on the weekends. There was no question about that as he greeted me with a beer in hand and a very loud "HIYA!,.
We made some small talk and then he asked what brought me ”to town“. I’d told him that both my parents and my wifes’ parents lived there the last time I'd seen him. But he wanted to know if I was there about the motor he was holding for me. He seemed disappointed when I said that I wasn't. I told him about moving the race car which turned out to be a BIG mistake. He wanted to go see it. After opening the garage doors and walking around the car he stood there and laughed. Then he accused me of resurrecting one of his old cars saying that the dents on the roof and back were exactly the same. He was joking but he did offer one piece of advice... get a new car. I protested that I still didn’t have the money for the motor that was sitting in his garage. He then told me to get in the car. It was as if the car was his but with me as the driver. He then instructed me, turn for turn, where to go. We ended up in a somewhat familiar place... the yard of another former racer
George was one of the original drivers when the track first opened. Back when I had my first race car he was a competitive racer. With him being quite a bit older I never really got to "know" him. According to ”Crash“, when his wife became pregnant she told him he had to quit and he did, selling the race car. But he still harbored the idea that he could/would get back into racing. He owned and ran a heavy equipment company and had a large barn where he did the repairs when needed. Somewhere over the ensuing years he'd bought a 1937 Ford coupe and had almost completed making it into a race car before his wife discovered what he was doing. ”Crash“ told me that George was told by his wife that it was either the car or her.
”Crash“ had me honk the horn and within seconds this old man appeared from inside the barn. It had been about seven years since I’d last seen George and he had really aged. On the other hand he didn’t recognize me at all. ”Crash“ did most of the talking while George showed me the car. It was really well built and I really liked it. When it was all over George said he wanted $250. I thought it was a very fair price. I, apologetically, explained that I didn’t have any money with me. Trying to save face I told him I’d get back to him but it was obvious that he wasn’t happy with that response. I, myself, wasn’t happy with ”Crash“ for bringing me there to begin with but had to keep it to myself as I was definitely going to need his help in putting what I hoped was going to be my new motor.
When I dropped "Crash" off at his house he asked if I'd seen the new car his daughter's boyfriend, Bags, was building. I hadn't been near anybody having anything to do with racing in a while so told him "no". His parting words were to tell me that I should go take a look at it. On my way home I got to wondering why Bags was building a new car when there was a new one, already built, for sale at a reasonable price. I decided that I should probably track him down and take a look at it.
The real cost of my race car ”dalliance“ that afternoon was a case of ”hot tongue and cold shoulder“ when I got home. I kind of expected it. She got over it by the time we left for church the next morning though, and I never really had to explain what I’d been doing... which was good.
To be continued...
Friday, May 25, 2012
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92b)
At home Elle finally “popped” and she could no longer squeeze her ever swelling tummy into her skirts and pants. I’m still not convinced that she didn’t accelerate the process just to be able to wear the clothes she’d gotten from Carol. The main reason I say this is that she was still wearing her regular panties. I did get her to model her new Lollipop double backed panties for me and they were still a little big on her.
Lil showed up one afternoon when Elle was there and told her that Andy had packed up, bulldozer and all, and headed for Florida with his girlfriend. Lil told Elle that the girlfriend was divorced and had gotten a lot of money and two houses in the settlement. Elle, as I, was never one to ask personal questions so she didn’t know if Lil was filing for divorce. She gave Elle her the key to their shed telling her that we were welcome to take anything that would be useful. When Elle told me, the only thing I knew I wanted was the shed itself but knew that wasn’t likely. I put off taking a look inside as I didn’t really think there would be anything I could use. The last time I'd been in there with Andy it was mostly bulldozer parts.
One piece of bad news was that my airman/racer friend Eric had decided to not re-enlist and was headed home right after Christmas. He’d hinted about it any number of times but I didn’t really think he was serious. The lure of getting back into racing was just too much for him to resist. It was probably my fault. I could really see how excited he was when he drove my car, as much of a junker as it was.
The “mystery lady” from across the street had been a great disappointment to me as far as panties were concerned. She’d done such a good job in opening the new discount store she ended up with a job offer that was far better. That meant there would be three new neighbors in and around us and all we could do was hope that they would be compatible.
It was on Election Day that I got a call from Jan. The County was closed so I was home when she called. She and her sister wanted to meet with me concerning their desire to go home and visit family over the upcoming holidays. Actually, she should’ve been calling my father but she was more comfortable with me. By the time I got to my grandfather’s house I’d pretty much figured out the subject would concern who would look after my grandfather when she was away. I also pretty much knew it would be me.
She’d wanted to be home for Christmas but being a new employee at the hospital had no seniority. All the nurses, based upon their seniority, were to be given either Christmas or Thanksgiving day off and hers was to be Thanksgiving. She said she had a promise from another nurse to take her shift that Friday but would be back in time for work on Saturday but someone would have to stay over on Wednesday and Thursday nights. Her plan was to be back around midnight Friday. I won’t say I was thrilled with the idea but said I’d handle it. The last thing I expected when I agreed to do it was to get a big hug but I did. I was sitting in a small "side" chair and when she bent down to do it I was surprised so much that I sort of leaned away from her and the chair started to fall backwards. I reacted by putting my hands out in front of me and they, unintentionally, grabbed what turned out to be her buttocks. Talk about being embarrassed... we both were. By the way... they were nice and firm.
My parents' Summer neighbors ended up with a difficult situation before the season was over that prevented them from closing it up (winterizing it). Usually they were there from the middle of June until Labor Day and then would drain the water and put up storm windows. A job change required him to move to Michigan before the Summer ended. With three boys and school about to start he and his wife decided they would all make the move at the same time. He thought that he’d be able to squeeze out a weekend to come back and do it. When November arrived it became clear that he was not going to be able to make it. He contacted my father and asked him if he could arrange to have it done. For reasons that escaped me at the time (and still do) my father said that he’d take care of it himself... but that wasn’t entirely true. He was counting on me to help.
The most important part was in draining the water from the pipes, sink traps and toilets. The house was built on posts with a crawl space. My father wasn’t physically able to crawl under the building to get to the critical drains and that’s where I came into the equation. When I got there my father had the garage doors open. The first thing that “hit“ me was that it was empty. My race car was still under the lean-to in the work area back at the mobile home park. Even though it was a piece of junk I wanted to bring it there as it would give me a place to work on it that was out of the weather. The discovery of the empty garage made my time there worth it. How short sighted of me!
After my father and I had the water drained there were screens to be removed and storm windows to be put up. It could be done by one person but it went a lot faster with two so I stayed to help him. A couple of the windows were swollen shut and I was dispatched inside to try and get them open. I was in the larger bedroom which I suspected was that of the couple. When I still couldn’t get the window open with just my hands my father said he’d get some tools from his garage. What’s a good panty peeker supposed to do when in a bedroom even if it hasn’t been occupied in a couple of months?
To be continued...
At home Elle finally “popped” and she could no longer squeeze her ever swelling tummy into her skirts and pants. I’m still not convinced that she didn’t accelerate the process just to be able to wear the clothes she’d gotten from Carol. The main reason I say this is that she was still wearing her regular panties. I did get her to model her new Lollipop double backed panties for me and they were still a little big on her.
Lil showed up one afternoon when Elle was there and told her that Andy had packed up, bulldozer and all, and headed for Florida with his girlfriend. Lil told Elle that the girlfriend was divorced and had gotten a lot of money and two houses in the settlement. Elle, as I, was never one to ask personal questions so she didn’t know if Lil was filing for divorce. She gave Elle her the key to their shed telling her that we were welcome to take anything that would be useful. When Elle told me, the only thing I knew I wanted was the shed itself but knew that wasn’t likely. I put off taking a look inside as I didn’t really think there would be anything I could use. The last time I'd been in there with Andy it was mostly bulldozer parts.
One piece of bad news was that my airman/racer friend Eric had decided to not re-enlist and was headed home right after Christmas. He’d hinted about it any number of times but I didn’t really think he was serious. The lure of getting back into racing was just too much for him to resist. It was probably my fault. I could really see how excited he was when he drove my car, as much of a junker as it was.
The “mystery lady” from across the street had been a great disappointment to me as far as panties were concerned. She’d done such a good job in opening the new discount store she ended up with a job offer that was far better. That meant there would be three new neighbors in and around us and all we could do was hope that they would be compatible.
It was on Election Day that I got a call from Jan. The County was closed so I was home when she called. She and her sister wanted to meet with me concerning their desire to go home and visit family over the upcoming holidays. Actually, she should’ve been calling my father but she was more comfortable with me. By the time I got to my grandfather’s house I’d pretty much figured out the subject would concern who would look after my grandfather when she was away. I also pretty much knew it would be me.
She’d wanted to be home for Christmas but being a new employee at the hospital had no seniority. All the nurses, based upon their seniority, were to be given either Christmas or Thanksgiving day off and hers was to be Thanksgiving. She said she had a promise from another nurse to take her shift that Friday but would be back in time for work on Saturday but someone would have to stay over on Wednesday and Thursday nights. Her plan was to be back around midnight Friday. I won’t say I was thrilled with the idea but said I’d handle it. The last thing I expected when I agreed to do it was to get a big hug but I did. I was sitting in a small "side" chair and when she bent down to do it I was surprised so much that I sort of leaned away from her and the chair started to fall backwards. I reacted by putting my hands out in front of me and they, unintentionally, grabbed what turned out to be her buttocks. Talk about being embarrassed... we both were. By the way... they were nice and firm.
My parents' Summer neighbors ended up with a difficult situation before the season was over that prevented them from closing it up (winterizing it). Usually they were there from the middle of June until Labor Day and then would drain the water and put up storm windows. A job change required him to move to Michigan before the Summer ended. With three boys and school about to start he and his wife decided they would all make the move at the same time. He thought that he’d be able to squeeze out a weekend to come back and do it. When November arrived it became clear that he was not going to be able to make it. He contacted my father and asked him if he could arrange to have it done. For reasons that escaped me at the time (and still do) my father said that he’d take care of it himself... but that wasn’t entirely true. He was counting on me to help.
The most important part was in draining the water from the pipes, sink traps and toilets. The house was built on posts with a crawl space. My father wasn’t physically able to crawl under the building to get to the critical drains and that’s where I came into the equation. When I got there my father had the garage doors open. The first thing that “hit“ me was that it was empty. My race car was still under the lean-to in the work area back at the mobile home park. Even though it was a piece of junk I wanted to bring it there as it would give me a place to work on it that was out of the weather. The discovery of the empty garage made my time there worth it. How short sighted of me!
After my father and I had the water drained there were screens to be removed and storm windows to be put up. It could be done by one person but it went a lot faster with two so I stayed to help him. A couple of the windows were swollen shut and I was dispatched inside to try and get them open. I was in the larger bedroom which I suspected was that of the couple. When I still couldn’t get the window open with just my hands my father said he’d get some tools from his garage. What’s a good panty peeker supposed to do when in a bedroom even if it hasn’t been occupied in a couple of months?
To be continued...
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92a)
At work John and I continued to work well together. We enjoyed each others company and I found him to be a good sounding board for my frustration in writing the Machine Operator’s exam. I have to give him credit for pushing me to pursue idea of going to the equipment manufacturer to get the material to complete the exam. It was mid November when I finished the Beta version and it was probably the hardest thing I’d ever done. Mrs K was very pleased which was all I was looking for.
Manic Mondays continued to be the highlight of each week. We had some “interesting” experiences which caused John to start keeping a diary. Because there had been so much corruption in the Civil Service department in the past Mrs K ruled with an iron hand, especially in the area of the Clerk Typist exam. She made sure that each and every one was accounted for. One hard and fast rule was that anyone leaving their desk during the course of the test was to have their paper collected and scored as of the time they got up. We would make an announcement telling everyone and suggesting that they use the rest room before we started. On this one day at the auditorium venue a woman got up, picked up her exam paper, coat, bag and headed for the door. John caught up with her before she exited the building. He asked her for the exam booklet but she wouldn’t give it to him saying that it belonged to her. Her claim was that she was a County taxpayer and as such she paid for it and therefore “owned” it. I got there just as she made that pronouncement. John had proven to be good at defusing potential conflicts but wasn’t doing well in this one. I have a very short fuse and after listening to her for just a few minutes told her that if she didn’t hand the exam over that I’d call the police. She just about spit in my face when she said “I dare you!”. That’s something that anyone who knows me knows that it means "game on!”.
Long story short... after some verbal jousting she left and I made the call. We took her plate number and gave it to the police. When we told Mrs K she said she wanted to pursue it even if it meant going to court. That’s what prompted John to start his diary. However, we added a bit more to it. We’d write down the names of the people who scored highest, lowest and those who were the biggest PITA’s (pain in the asses). We even suggested to our supervisor, Marty, that those on the PITA list have an asterisk added when they were placed on a potential hiring list. He laughed but did say it was probably a good idea.
We shared our panty peeks. If I saw one I’d make sure that John would get a “look” as well and he did the same for me. We also kept a scorecard for each new one we'd find. We made up a rating scale. I don't remember how many points for each one but the lowest was a "triangle". A higher one was when there was a gap between the thighs where we could see a good bit of the crotch. The highest was when the woman would have her legs spread so that they were touching the legs of the desk or typing table and we'd have a clear crotch view. It certainly did make it more fun.
I had one “leaker”. We would allow anyone who could get their application filled out and in our hands by 10am to take the exam. This one woman arrived late and barely got the application completed. I remember her starting the exam with her coat still on. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there to hear the announcement about leaving seats and the restroom suggestion. In her case she did raise her hand. John was the one who went to see what she wanted. When he returned to the front desk he told me what it was about. I had to be careful not to show my “interest” in the situation. I did have him identify which woman she was and I tried to keep my eyes on her but didn’t see anything untoward. I happened to be the one who was scoring the early finishers so I didn’t have a chance to follow up on her before she left for the lunch break. When I left to get my lunch (John always brought his own) I wasn’t thinking of her. However, when I returned there was still time to start stacking the chairs before we started the practical part. (Anything to save time!) As I did I found a small puddle under the one chair. That’s when I remembered the woman from the morning. I had looked at her from afar after John had told me about her but really couldn’t remember what she looked like and was kicking myself. I wondered if she had passed.
One of the things that John and I’d done to speed up the process was to tell the women that they could only bring their pocket books up on the stage for the test and would have to leave their coats. As I mentioned in previous posts, John and I switched off, group to group, at this location so as to make sure we each had equal opportunity for the really good “peeks”. In this one particular group of three, one woman walked past me in a strange manner. She came up the stairs and continued to face me all the way to the typing desk. But to be seated she had to turn around. Bulls eye! She was wearing a brownish cord skirt and the seat of it was a dark brown. Even with a couple of hours to dry it hadn’t. I actually did feel sorry for her. When John and I discussed her on our way back to the office we decided that passing the exam must have been more important to her than being embarrassed.
To be continued...
At work John and I continued to work well together. We enjoyed each others company and I found him to be a good sounding board for my frustration in writing the Machine Operator’s exam. I have to give him credit for pushing me to pursue idea of going to the equipment manufacturer to get the material to complete the exam. It was mid November when I finished the Beta version and it was probably the hardest thing I’d ever done. Mrs K was very pleased which was all I was looking for.
Manic Mondays continued to be the highlight of each week. We had some “interesting” experiences which caused John to start keeping a diary. Because there had been so much corruption in the Civil Service department in the past Mrs K ruled with an iron hand, especially in the area of the Clerk Typist exam. She made sure that each and every one was accounted for. One hard and fast rule was that anyone leaving their desk during the course of the test was to have their paper collected and scored as of the time they got up. We would make an announcement telling everyone and suggesting that they use the rest room before we started. On this one day at the auditorium venue a woman got up, picked up her exam paper, coat, bag and headed for the door. John caught up with her before she exited the building. He asked her for the exam booklet but she wouldn’t give it to him saying that it belonged to her. Her claim was that she was a County taxpayer and as such she paid for it and therefore “owned” it. I got there just as she made that pronouncement. John had proven to be good at defusing potential conflicts but wasn’t doing well in this one. I have a very short fuse and after listening to her for just a few minutes told her that if she didn’t hand the exam over that I’d call the police. She just about spit in my face when she said “I dare you!”. That’s something that anyone who knows me knows that it means "game on!”.
Long story short... after some verbal jousting she left and I made the call. We took her plate number and gave it to the police. When we told Mrs K she said she wanted to pursue it even if it meant going to court. That’s what prompted John to start his diary. However, we added a bit more to it. We’d write down the names of the people who scored highest, lowest and those who were the biggest PITA’s (pain in the asses). We even suggested to our supervisor, Marty, that those on the PITA list have an asterisk added when they were placed on a potential hiring list. He laughed but did say it was probably a good idea.
We shared our panty peeks. If I saw one I’d make sure that John would get a “look” as well and he did the same for me. We also kept a scorecard for each new one we'd find. We made up a rating scale. I don't remember how many points for each one but the lowest was a "triangle". A higher one was when there was a gap between the thighs where we could see a good bit of the crotch. The highest was when the woman would have her legs spread so that they were touching the legs of the desk or typing table and we'd have a clear crotch view. It certainly did make it more fun.
I had one “leaker”. We would allow anyone who could get their application filled out and in our hands by 10am to take the exam. This one woman arrived late and barely got the application completed. I remember her starting the exam with her coat still on. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there to hear the announcement about leaving seats and the restroom suggestion. In her case she did raise her hand. John was the one who went to see what she wanted. When he returned to the front desk he told me what it was about. I had to be careful not to show my “interest” in the situation. I did have him identify which woman she was and I tried to keep my eyes on her but didn’t see anything untoward. I happened to be the one who was scoring the early finishers so I didn’t have a chance to follow up on her before she left for the lunch break. When I left to get my lunch (John always brought his own) I wasn’t thinking of her. However, when I returned there was still time to start stacking the chairs before we started the practical part. (Anything to save time!) As I did I found a small puddle under the one chair. That’s when I remembered the woman from the morning. I had looked at her from afar after John had told me about her but really couldn’t remember what she looked like and was kicking myself. I wondered if she had passed.
One of the things that John and I’d done to speed up the process was to tell the women that they could only bring their pocket books up on the stage for the test and would have to leave their coats. As I mentioned in previous posts, John and I switched off, group to group, at this location so as to make sure we each had equal opportunity for the really good “peeks”. In this one particular group of three, one woman walked past me in a strange manner. She came up the stairs and continued to face me all the way to the typing desk. But to be seated she had to turn around. Bulls eye! She was wearing a brownish cord skirt and the seat of it was a dark brown. Even with a couple of hours to dry it hadn’t. I actually did feel sorry for her. When John and I discussed her on our way back to the office we decided that passing the exam must have been more important to her than being embarrassed.
To be continued...
Monday, May 21, 2012
FALL... October (Part 91g)
The kids were used to eating around 5pm or so and it was well past that. It was probably the reason for their restlessness. Going back in time to when my father still worked in the city, we’d sometimes go home for the weekends and there was a diner we’d stop at. We were fairly near that town so I decided we’d stop there and get a bite as well as to let Elle use the restroom. To appease the kids I promised them ice cream for dessert. I remember Elle asking, more than once, how much further. I don’t remember how long it took but when we were getting the kids out of the back seat I could see Elle wasn’t happy. When I walked around the back of the car I could see why... a growing puddle between her feet. I think this was one of the first, if not the first, times that Jean, our oldest made a comment about Elle’s wetting. It was something along the lines of “Why is Mommy going tinkle?” Of course that made Elle even more upset.
At first she said she wasn’t going to go inside. I shot that down right away saying that there was no way anyone would know since she was wearing a skirt. She pointed to her socks. When I told her to take them off she relented, somewhat. Then she said she really didn’t want to be sitting in wet panties, out in public, for the rest of the night. I immediately thought of the new panties I’d just gotten from Ali. While we were standing there in the kids were tugging on us to go inside. I’d really wanted to give the panties to Elle on her birthday but felt this was really a better time. I went to the rear of the station wagon and opened it up, grabbing two packages of the larger size teen panties. I walked up, handing them to her. She, of course, was surprised and proceeded to ask where they came from. I gave her a push towards the diner entryway and told her I’d explain later.(xX)
I got the kids seated and ordered them some macaroni and cheese. It took Elle about ten minutes before appearing at the booth. With the kids digging into their food Elle proceeded to "grill" me on the panties. She started off by stating that they were too big. I smiled but probably shouldn't have as it seemed to upset her even more than she was. I started to explain but she kept interrupting me which got me upset. I finally told her to shut up and to let me explain. At least I tried. I think I told her that she was going to need new panties for later in her pregnancy and that I felt that these would do. I went too far when I mentioned that my plan had been to give them to her for her birthday. I don't think she spoke to me the whole way home.
I helped get the kids to bed and hoped that she'd calm down some before we went to bed... but she hadn't. I'd hoped to get a peek of her in the new panties but she had taken them off and put on her night time "package" soon after the kids were asleep. One thing I remember was her telling me, as she turned out the light, that the panties had better NOT be her birthday present. It sounded like a warning.
I'd picked up the Winter coat that I'd promised her and had it hidden in the trunk of my car. My original plan was to lay it out on the sofa so she'd see it first thing in the morning. But I was still a bit upset at her attitude so I ended up hanging it in the coat closet instead. I hung it so that she'd see it as soon as she opened the door when she went to get a coat to go to church. She was still in a bit of a snit when we got up and although I had a birthday card for her she was looking for more. I was glad I'd hidden the coat.
We usually left for church around 9:30am. We'd been up for over two hours and all she'd seen was a birthday card. I had the girls in their coats and was just going down the steps when she discovered the coat. That changed her attitude immediately. She appeared in the doorway with the coat on and it really did look good on her but the smile on her face looked even better. At that point I was hoping that the rest of the day would be good as well. Her mother and father came at supper time bringing a cake and we had a small party. By bed time she was in a good enough mood for me to go into the detail about the panties. I did convince her to model them for me and she had been right... just a bit big for the moment. But I did convince her that it wouldn't be long before they would fit. However, I did decide to hold off on telling her about the rest of the new panties that I'd gotten for her from Ali.
To be continued...
The kids were used to eating around 5pm or so and it was well past that. It was probably the reason for their restlessness. Going back in time to when my father still worked in the city, we’d sometimes go home for the weekends and there was a diner we’d stop at. We were fairly near that town so I decided we’d stop there and get a bite as well as to let Elle use the restroom. To appease the kids I promised them ice cream for dessert. I remember Elle asking, more than once, how much further. I don’t remember how long it took but when we were getting the kids out of the back seat I could see Elle wasn’t happy. When I walked around the back of the car I could see why... a growing puddle between her feet. I think this was one of the first, if not the first, times that Jean, our oldest made a comment about Elle’s wetting. It was something along the lines of “Why is Mommy going tinkle?” Of course that made Elle even more upset.
At first she said she wasn’t going to go inside. I shot that down right away saying that there was no way anyone would know since she was wearing a skirt. She pointed to her socks. When I told her to take them off she relented, somewhat. Then she said she really didn’t want to be sitting in wet panties, out in public, for the rest of the night. I immediately thought of the new panties I’d just gotten from Ali. While we were standing there in the kids were tugging on us to go inside. I’d really wanted to give the panties to Elle on her birthday but felt this was really a better time. I went to the rear of the station wagon and opened it up, grabbing two packages of the larger size teen panties. I walked up, handing them to her. She, of course, was surprised and proceeded to ask where they came from. I gave her a push towards the diner entryway and told her I’d explain later.(xX)
I got the kids seated and ordered them some macaroni and cheese. It took Elle about ten minutes before appearing at the booth. With the kids digging into their food Elle proceeded to "grill" me on the panties. She started off by stating that they were too big. I smiled but probably shouldn't have as it seemed to upset her even more than she was. I started to explain but she kept interrupting me which got me upset. I finally told her to shut up and to let me explain. At least I tried. I think I told her that she was going to need new panties for later in her pregnancy and that I felt that these would do. I went too far when I mentioned that my plan had been to give them to her for her birthday. I don't think she spoke to me the whole way home.
I helped get the kids to bed and hoped that she'd calm down some before we went to bed... but she hadn't. I'd hoped to get a peek of her in the new panties but she had taken them off and put on her night time "package" soon after the kids were asleep. One thing I remember was her telling me, as she turned out the light, that the panties had better NOT be her birthday present. It sounded like a warning.
I'd picked up the Winter coat that I'd promised her and had it hidden in the trunk of my car. My original plan was to lay it out on the sofa so she'd see it first thing in the morning. But I was still a bit upset at her attitude so I ended up hanging it in the coat closet instead. I hung it so that she'd see it as soon as she opened the door when she went to get a coat to go to church. She was still in a bit of a snit when we got up and although I had a birthday card for her she was looking for more. I was glad I'd hidden the coat.
We usually left for church around 9:30am. We'd been up for over two hours and all she'd seen was a birthday card. I had the girls in their coats and was just going down the steps when she discovered the coat. That changed her attitude immediately. She appeared in the doorway with the coat on and it really did look good on her but the smile on her face looked even better. At that point I was hoping that the rest of the day would be good as well. Her mother and father came at supper time bringing a cake and we had a small party. By bed time she was in a good enough mood for me to go into the detail about the panties. I did convince her to model them for me and she had been right... just a bit big for the moment. But I did convince her that it wouldn't be long before they would fit. However, I did decide to hold off on telling her about the rest of the new panties that I'd gotten for her from Ali.
To be continued...
Saturday, May 19, 2012
FALL... October (Part91f)
On the fifteen minute drive back to Carol’s house I wasn’t really keen on the idea of going back to the store. On the one hand Ali had given me (us) a break on the price of the panties but I didn't know her well enough to believe her when she said she wouldn’t say anything to Norma about Ele’s problem. When I walked into Carol’s house I got a nice view of Elle stepping out of a pair of trousers. Even though I’d seen her in panties a thousand times it still gave me a thrill. What I immediately picked up on was that she wasn’t wearing the sanitary panties that made up her partial ”package“. At first I was a bit surprised to see her in her panties in front of Carol, especially the dingy Carter’s Spanky Pants, but then realized that Carol was fully familiar with Elle’s ”problem“. I quickly remembered that it was her father who’d performed the bladder procedure on Elle. Carol had a lot of maternity clothes for just one pregnancy and I could see Elle had picked out quite a few of them. I was hoping that Buddy would show up but in his absence had to listen to more ”women talk“. Bored, I started making overtures about leaving. When I did somehow the conversation turned to Ali’s store with Carol taking the lead. When I explained that it was owned by Bobbi’s aunt (and she knew a bit about Bobbi from the sailing club) Carol volunteered that she’d like to visit it. Even Elle seemed to show some interest. As we picked up the clothes I casually asked Elle if she wanted to go see it as it was only about fifteen minutes away and actually not that far out of our way back home. I won’t say she jumped up with joy but more importantly, she didn’t say no.
When we walked into the store the look on Ali’s face made the trip worth while. It was obvious that she not only loved kids but had a way to disarm them from their shyness. She had both the girls talking animatedly to her in just a few minutes. She’d done somewhat the same thing the first time she’d met them for the first time on the beach in front of my parents house at the end of the Summer. I didn’t see Norma walk up but when Ali saw her she introduced her to both of us. There was no doubt that she was a pretty girl but when she opened her mouth it was obvious that she had a bit of a speech impediment. Ali ran through the whole history of how her mother and Elle’s mother both came from Germany and had been good friends and how Norma’s mother had looked after Elle when she was still a baby. In spite of the impediment Norma seemed at ease with us. By then I was concerned about time as it was definitely getting dark out and we had an hour and a half trip yet to go. As soon as Ali heard me she grabbed Elle and almost dragged her back to where the clothes that would fit our girls were displayed. It left me to to chat with Norma. I asked about her sister, Bobbi, but she seemed not to want to talk about her. I found out that she was still living at home and going to a local college. She worked at the store on Saturdays and whenever she was off from school. I’ll admit that floating around in the back of my mind was what Ali had told me about her "dribble" problem earlier. Reason told me there was no way for me to broach that subject, especially right then and there. I vowed to find a way to pursue it in the future.
Ali was a great salesperson. She convinced Elle to pick out some winter pants for the girls. That was one thing that she could never find in the second hand clothes shop at church. Kids like to crawl around and the first thing to go is the knees so, with cold weather upon us, it was an easy ”sell“ for Ali. I was a bit upset because I wasn’t expecting to have to buy anything more but there was nothing I could say or do at that point. Ali did give us a break on the price which helped. As we drove away I actually felt sort of lucky in that I’d escaped with that purchase being the only ”damage“. Ali’s store was well stocked and the merchandise well displayed so temptation was all around.
Being late in the afternoon and the girls without naps we expected them to fall asleep as soon as we were on our way. It didn’t happen. Elle had brought some things to keep them occupied not only on the car ride but when at Carol’s house as well. When the kids started getting restless Elle went to find something for them to play with and she couldn’t find the bag. Then she did something that she seldom did. She swore... ”DAMN!” That doesn’t sound like much but she was raised in a “swear free” house and this was one of the few times I actaully heard her. In our rush to leave Carol’s house she’d left the bag with the kids things behind... as well as her sanitary panties and pads. We all know the power of suggestion. Plant the seed of an idea in someone’s head and then watch it grow (or fester). When Elle realized she didn’t have her “package” on she went into a bit of a panic.
To be continued...
On the fifteen minute drive back to Carol’s house I wasn’t really keen on the idea of going back to the store. On the one hand Ali had given me (us) a break on the price of the panties but I didn't know her well enough to believe her when she said she wouldn’t say anything to Norma about Ele’s problem. When I walked into Carol’s house I got a nice view of Elle stepping out of a pair of trousers. Even though I’d seen her in panties a thousand times it still gave me a thrill. What I immediately picked up on was that she wasn’t wearing the sanitary panties that made up her partial ”package“. At first I was a bit surprised to see her in her panties in front of Carol, especially the dingy Carter’s Spanky Pants, but then realized that Carol was fully familiar with Elle’s ”problem“. I quickly remembered that it was her father who’d performed the bladder procedure on Elle. Carol had a lot of maternity clothes for just one pregnancy and I could see Elle had picked out quite a few of them. I was hoping that Buddy would show up but in his absence had to listen to more ”women talk“. Bored, I started making overtures about leaving. When I did somehow the conversation turned to Ali’s store with Carol taking the lead. When I explained that it was owned by Bobbi’s aunt (and she knew a bit about Bobbi from the sailing club) Carol volunteered that she’d like to visit it. Even Elle seemed to show some interest. As we picked up the clothes I casually asked Elle if she wanted to go see it as it was only about fifteen minutes away and actually not that far out of our way back home. I won’t say she jumped up with joy but more importantly, she didn’t say no.
When we walked into the store the look on Ali’s face made the trip worth while. It was obvious that she not only loved kids but had a way to disarm them from their shyness. She had both the girls talking animatedly to her in just a few minutes. She’d done somewhat the same thing the first time she’d met them for the first time on the beach in front of my parents house at the end of the Summer. I didn’t see Norma walk up but when Ali saw her she introduced her to both of us. There was no doubt that she was a pretty girl but when she opened her mouth it was obvious that she had a bit of a speech impediment. Ali ran through the whole history of how her mother and Elle’s mother both came from Germany and had been good friends and how Norma’s mother had looked after Elle when she was still a baby. In spite of the impediment Norma seemed at ease with us. By then I was concerned about time as it was definitely getting dark out and we had an hour and a half trip yet to go. As soon as Ali heard me she grabbed Elle and almost dragged her back to where the clothes that would fit our girls were displayed. It left me to to chat with Norma. I asked about her sister, Bobbi, but she seemed not to want to talk about her. I found out that she was still living at home and going to a local college. She worked at the store on Saturdays and whenever she was off from school. I’ll admit that floating around in the back of my mind was what Ali had told me about her "dribble" problem earlier. Reason told me there was no way for me to broach that subject, especially right then and there. I vowed to find a way to pursue it in the future.
Ali was a great salesperson. She convinced Elle to pick out some winter pants for the girls. That was one thing that she could never find in the second hand clothes shop at church. Kids like to crawl around and the first thing to go is the knees so, with cold weather upon us, it was an easy ”sell“ for Ali. I was a bit upset because I wasn’t expecting to have to buy anything more but there was nothing I could say or do at that point. Ali did give us a break on the price which helped. As we drove away I actually felt sort of lucky in that I’d escaped with that purchase being the only ”damage“. Ali’s store was well stocked and the merchandise well displayed so temptation was all around.
Being late in the afternoon and the girls without naps we expected them to fall asleep as soon as we were on our way. It didn’t happen. Elle had brought some things to keep them occupied not only on the car ride but when at Carol’s house as well. When the kids started getting restless Elle went to find something for them to play with and she couldn’t find the bag. Then she did something that she seldom did. She swore... ”DAMN!” That doesn’t sound like much but she was raised in a “swear free” house and this was one of the few times I actaully heard her. In our rush to leave Carol’s house she’d left the bag with the kids things behind... as well as her sanitary panties and pads. We all know the power of suggestion. Plant the seed of an idea in someone’s head and then watch it grow (or fester). When Elle realized she didn’t have her “package” on she went into a bit of a panic.
To be continued...
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