ALMOST SETTLED... and happy too (Part 62c)

It was that evening when I remembered the panties. I made up some excuse to Elle and made a quick trip to the hall, hoping that no one was there. The main lights were timed to go out at 10pm unless there was a scheduled event. As I approached all I could see was the night lights above the washing machines. I walked in and, still being cautious, walked over to the machines as if I were checking them. At that point all I could do was hope the panties were still there and they were. I was excited!

They were still damp as I pulled them out from under the bench. They felt a little slippery as I balled them up in my hand to hide them from anyone I might run into once outside. I was anxious to inspect them but couldn’t come up with any place that had much light and where I wouldn’t be seen. As much as I hated it I decided that discretion was best and hid the panties under the steps to the trailer. Once in bed I couldn’t get my mind off of them and even thought about getting up when Elle was asleep...but didn’t.

It was my intention to just look at the panties and then to put them, discretely, into the lost and found box when I was done. As I’ve mentioned before, one of my favorite things was to put faces with panties. I knew Elise and had gotten a few panty peeks and this was an opportunity to see a whole pair of hers. They were still a bit damp when I pulled them out from under the steps the next morning. I stuffed them in my pocket and headed for the community hall hoping that no one was yet there. I was in luck and went right for the folding table and spread them out. The waist elastic was what caught my attention first. I felt like I’d seen it before but I couldn’t remember where. My eyes went right to the crotch and noticed it was fairly wide. As I stared at the panties I saw two lace appliques as well as lace around the leg openings. They were really special. I remember putting my hand between the front and back and rubbing. They felt almost as satiny as the Plymouth panties. I then inspected the crotch and I couldn’t find any staining at all. I figured that they must be new or almost new. I looked at the label and saw a pretty pink and black embroidered one that read Shadowline... a name I’d never heard of or seen before. What I did know was that I wanted to see more of them... and I wasn’t going to give these back. (see pic)

As I’d mentioned before, Jim was a heavy equipment mechanic for the local township. When he and Andy, with his bulldozer, were introduced it was an instant friendship. Throw in Mac who was a plane mechanic in the Air Force and you have a pretty tight bond. I fit because of having had a race car. Add in Gabe, an over the road trucker with his own rig, and you had a group of “motor heads”. If you saw one there was often two or three with possibly the exception of Gabe who was often on the road for a week at a time. Gabe lived right across from Andy who lived right next to Mac. I was only a few trailers down the street. Jim was the only one not living in close proximity as he lived on the next street over.

Gabe’s wife, Stella, was an “interesting“ woman in that she did not socialize with the other women in our group. It was sort of strange since Gabe was so friendly. In the few months that I’d lived in the park I’d probably only seen her a dozen times and that was her going from her car to the trailer. From the few glimpses I’d seen of her, I wanted to see more. A ”nice, tight package“ would be a good description. I’d not seen anything that caught my attention on her wash line and that was a disappointment. All I could do was hope.

The ”boys“ (Ben and Dick) had five of the new, longer trailers on display and they were drawing a lot of interest. They were putting a lot of pressure on Andy and I to get the new pads ready. One of Andy’s problems was in getting rid of the downed trees so it was taking longer than expected. He cleared space for six pads but had piled all the felled trees (he’d bulldozed them down, roots and all) onto one of them. Because the ground was almost pure sand grass wouldn’t grow so topsoil had to be brought in and spread. That last part became part of my job description and it was a killer. I couldn’t make the forms for the cement patios until that was done. The only good thing was that I was making about $20 a week more.

I remember one day, while raking dirt on one of the lots, seeing Dick with an attractive lady. She was wearing a sundress and when he took her onto the lot to show her the size of it I got a full silhouette view of her from the waist down. With the sun directly behind her I saw the outline of her thighs right up to her crotch. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a slip. As nice looking as she was I also remember hoping that she would end up living in the park.

About a week after Andy had moved in Mac flagged me down, all excited. I stopped and he was all animated, his left arm pointing in the general direction of Andy’s trailer. The ”big news“ was that he’d seen Lil, Andy’s wife, sunbathing in their yard, topless. In the few months that I’d known Mac I’d found some of his ”pronouncements“ to be a little exagerated and this sounded like another one. However, I’d also observed that Lil liked men to look at her and often wore provocative, sexy outfits. In those situations I’d felt that Andy approved. Some comments he made on following days made me feel like he was showing Lil off as much as you would show off a trophy. But Mac was emphatic. I started to back the car up to take a look but he stopped me saying she’d gone inside. In my mind I thought it possible but doing something like that in such an open space made me doubtful. However, I’ll admit I did think about it a bit.

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ALMOST SETTLED... and happy too (Part 62b)

One of the first couples we met when we arrived at the park was Jim and Dina. Jim was another really nice guy. I found Dina to be a bit ”distant“ but Elle liked her and my oldest liked her oldest daughter, Dora, and always wanted to go over to her yard to play. Dora and her sister had a lot more toys that my kids so I’m sure that was part of the attraction. Both Elle and Dina had made half hearted attempts at toilet training the oldest kids. Dora was about 6 or 7 months older than my oldest (I don’t think I’ve ever used her name... Jean) and was approaching 3 years of age. I remember Elle making a comment or two to me that she thought that Dora was a little ”slow”.

I remember Jean would walk up to Elle and say “potty” and then walk away. What she was really doing was saying that she’d gone potty... in her panties. Elle just couldn’t get her to tell her when she needed to go. Another thing was the fact that we had one of those shallow plastic pools that I’d salvaged when one family had moved from the park. Elle never let Jean or any other kids use it when she wasn’t present, making sure she emptied it whenever she went inside. But Jean would usually stay in her wet bathing suit and stay out side playing. So, to her, a pair of peed in panties was about the same as being in a wet bathing suit. Elle had to make sure she was diapered when in the trailer or when we went anywhere outside the park. One evening we went over to visit with Jim and Dina and were sitting in the yard watching the kids playing. I happened to watch Dora get up from where she was playing and just stand there and pee through her clothes and then just sit back down and continue what she’d been doing. Jean, who was right next to her did the exact same thing. I wanted to call her over to tell her that wasn’t the right thing to do but Elle, who had also observed the same thing, motioned for me to keep my mouth closed not wanting to embarrass Dina and Jim. I knew that talking to Jean later would do no good so just kept it to myself but was a bit concerned.

In talking to Jim I discovered that his cousin was a race car driver at the local track. I knew his name and remembered that he’d started racing right at the time I “sold” (HA!) my car to my brother. Jim wanted me to go to the races but I was sort of committed to the parties put on by the guys I raced my sailboat with AND, the fact that Elle was really happy that I hadn’t renewed my interest in car racing. But, the seed had been planted.

My daily routine had me starting every day at the community hall making sure that it had been cleaned up properly and collecting the trash. I also had to get the quarters from the washing machines and make sure that they were working. There were only two and they were constantly in use and it was obvious that they were worn out. The big complaint, starting with Elle and her friends, was that the clothes would come out almost dripping. The spin cycle wouldn’t get all the water out. Ben hated to call for service on them but hated the ladies bitching at him even more so, about once a week he would. One day I happened to be at the hall when the service man was there. After chatting with him for a few minutes I found that his father and mine had gone to school together. Once we had that commonality established he candidly told me that the owners were wasting money trying to keep the machines going. One problem was that they were not made for heavy use. He told me the main problem was that they were being overloaded with clothes and that caused the belt that turned the tub to slip and eventually break. Being somewhat inquisitive I asked if I could watch him do the repair. He had no problem with that and I saw it was fairly easy to adjust or change a belt once you got the machine away from the wall. I even talked him into leaving few belts behind for future use.

Initially, I had envisioned finding a panty treasure or two when checking on the machines. What I found in the lost and found box was mostly little kids clothes and mismatched socks. Every morning there were always a few stray pieces to add to the box. On this one morning I found a machine filled with water and clothes. There was a way for me to short circuit the coin box and when I did the motor ran but the tub didn’t turn. I knew what the problem was... a broken belt. I did have a replacement but I had to move the machine out from the wall. Easier said than done. Like the machine in the trailer that I’d worked on, I had to empty the tub of both clothes and water to get it out far enough to get under it. It was not the way I wanted to start my day. With the other machine right there, and empty, I started pulling the wet clothes out and into it. It only took a few handfuls to get my attention. As I dropped what I had in my hand I recognized a ladies blouse as belonging to Mac’s wife, Elise. I remember thinking that at least it didn’t belong to some golden ager in the park. With that knowledge I started to do a little sorting as I went through the transfer. It took a while but in one handful I found three pair of panties and a bra. As I’ve mentioned before, wet nylon was a turn on for me and just having those panties in my hand started a bulge. I tried to put them to the side inside the tub to go back later to inspect them closely. By the time the clothes were transferred one of the residents had showed up to do her wash. I was a little upset that I had to move the clothes again and up onto the folding bench and when I did I dropped a pair of the panties (not intentionally) on the floor. I actually kicked them under the bench as I went back to the broken machine. After draining the water from the tub and replacing the belt I put the clothes back in the machine and put them through the spin cycle. I didn’t dare take a look at the panties when I did nor did I fetch the panties that were still under the bench as the lady was still there. So, reluctantly, I left and went on to my other chores.

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ALMOST SETTLED... and happy too (Part 62a)

With the exception of not making enough money to cover our needs I was very happy with life about then. Things had never been better between Elle and I. She was really content knowing I was almost always nearby. In just the short time we’d been living at the trailer park I’d spent more quality time with her (and the kids) than at any time since we’d been married. Because of that she was more than willing to “reward” me in many ways especially when it came to letting me “play” with her in wet panties. I knew from a late night discussion we had when we were still dating that she really couldn’t believe that I wasn’t turned off by her incontinence. By now she knew that it was the opposite and had allowed it to be fully incorporated into our sex life. But the past few weeks had been especially good. Where in the past I would sometimes have to ask (or maybe plead a bit) it now seemed that she was waiting for me with a bit of a “surprise”. Knowing that I always liked to see her in her panties she would indulge me in the mornings before work and after the girls were put to bed. I never got tired of it. I was always cognizant of her not wanting to embarrass herself out in public so never “pushed” her in those situations. Sometimes, though, she’d give me a treat like not wiping when she was especially happy and knew the chances were slim that anyone would know. I wouldn’t be able to do much, if anything, with it but knowing that she’d done it for me was enough. Life was good!

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At this point in time it’s almost impossible for me to remember the time line for things in and around the trailer park. I’ll list a few of my memories that I’m pretty sure took place that August and then go back to a time line for other activities to finish out the month.
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The brothers who owned the park, Ben and Dick, were often at odds with each other. The big money to be made was in selling new trailers but the newer ones were longer than could be accommodated as the park was presently laid out. It was during that Summer that they finally committed to enlarging the park by adding 15 new “pads” (what the lots were called in the business) around the perimeter. Ben was as “tight” with a dollar as they come so his input was to do it as cheaply as possible. To this end he hired a newly retired Navy Seabee who owned a bulldozer to clear the land. He offered me a raise (25 cents an hour) and promised to pay me for a full 40 hours plus time and a half for any hours worked over 40. One of the conditions was that I would make the forms for the new cement patios. Of course I said “yes” because it guaranteed me at least an extra $10 a week. But what I didn't know was that he had figured it would have to pay me half of what a professional would have cost to build the forms. A hidden benefit was that I got to know the guy on the bulldozer. His name was Andy and a really good guy. On about the third day he was there I got to meet his wife, Lillian, when she brought him his lunch. She was cute, for sure! I knew from talking with Andy that she was younger than he was. She had short, dark reddish hair, trim figure and VERY short shorts. I just happened to be walking home for lunch when she was climbing up on the dozer to hand him his lunch. I saw a really nice butt with pale green panties hanging out from under the cuffs of her shorts. That was enough to get my attention but Andy called me over to introduce me. That gave me a chance to get up closer and my eyes never left those little wisps of nylon as I approached. I know she knew what I was looking at and she made no effort to hide it from my stare. I’ll never forget it.

One thing that came from Andy working at the park was that he bought a used trailer and moved right in. I was pleased about that. He’d been renting an apartment and wasn’t happy with the location especially with having to find a place to keep the dozer. Ben, always eager to cut a “deal“, not only sold Andy a trailer but offered to give him free rent for a year in lieu of paying him for the work he was doing. They moved right in and soon afterward I brought Elle and my two girls down to welcome them to the park. Elle and Lil hit it off right away. Of course I had my eyes peeled for another panty peek and I wasn’t disappointed. I couldn’t wait to see what was to go up on their clothes line.

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SETTLING IN... still more changes (Part 61h)

The trophy presentation was bittersweet. I would rather have accepted the first place trophy without getting it because of a disqualification. However, there was still resentment that the officials had cheated me out of a hard earned win on a technicality that they wouldn't or couldn’t show me in the rule book. As I accepted the trophy with Elle by my side I called the twins up to stand beside us. I told the audience that they had actually tied with me and, aside form not having the first place trophy, they would always know in their minds that they had also won.

Getting off the island was it’s usual mess. From the time I got the car and boat in line it was over two hours until we got on the ferry. I had Elle and Ruthie wait at the clubhouse (giving Elle ready access to a bathroom) for about two hours before coming down to join me in the car. It was almost dark when we got to Elle’s parents house to pick up the kids. Thankfully, they had something for us to eat before we headed for the trailer. The kids were asleep when we arrived at the trailer so we put them right to bed. We both needed a shower and I convinced Elle that we should shower together. We were in our bedroom and had started to undress. I couldn’t wait to see Ruthie's panties. As soon as Elle's shorts dropped to the floor I had my hand in her crotch and my other arm around her. I could feel that the panties were a little wet so started kissing her. She tried to pull away. I asked what was wrong and she said she was ”leaking“ and didn’t want to pee on the floor. She rushed past me but I was right with her. She was trying to pull the panties down as she waddled up to the toilet. I grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her and sort of pushed her down on the toilet and then squatted in front of her. My hand went right between her legs and the wet warmth of her pee flowed over my fingers as I rubbed lightly. As soon as I tried to slip a finger inside the elastic she jumped up, almost knocking me over. As she headed for the bedroom I could see the panties had little blue flowers on them but at that moment I was more interested in what was to happen next. I think we both enjoyed it!

The first thing I did the next morning was to inspect Ruthie’s panties. Elle had thrown them into the tub when she’d gotten washed up. She was getting the kids up so I had a little time to take a look at them. As soon as I saw the waist elastic I knew they were made by Carter’s, the same company that made the majority of Elle’s heavy cotton panties. But these were different. They weren’t the heavy ribbed cotton but the softer combed cotton like my T shirts. They still had the band legs rather than elastic and, in looking at the label, the sizing read ”medium“ rather than the age number (like 14 or 16) in the heavy cotton panties or a single number (5 6 or 7) like the nylon panties. The little flowers were cute and I actually liked them. Even though they were still damp from Elle having wet them I also did a close inspection of the crotch. Maybe it was my imagination but I thought there was a little discoloration under the yellow tint of Elle’s pee. When I put them back in the tub I had a full blown hard on and just hoped Elle didn’t walk in.

The skirting that I wanted to put under the trailer had come in over the weekend and I asked Dick if I could start installing it without making a payment. When he said I could I took it right to the trailer. Even thought it wasn’t yet installed just seeing it piled in the yard made Elle happy. She told me to come inside as she had a surprise for me. I was still ”on the clock“ but I could smell that Elle was baking so went inside eagerly. As soon as I walked in I could see a sheet of cookies cooling on top of the stove and went right over to them. Chocolate chip... my absolute favorite! As I chomped down on a couple I wondered where Elle had gone. No sooner had the thought entered my mind when she appeared with a silly grin on her face. She walked right up to me and took my right hand and put it in her crotch area. It was wet and warm. WOW! Two surprises!

She let me ”play” and even let me inside but it was only for a minute or so. I remember her backing away from me kind of waving “good bye” and leaving me there with a big bulge. I followed her but she had coyly shut the bathroom door. As much as I wanted to pursue the lead she’d given me I knew I had to get back to work. As I drove back to the office I remember having happy thoughts about what might be up after we put the girls to bed.

After supper I started putting the attaching rail for the skirting up under the trailer. It was not an easy or fun job. When I finally got the hang of it I was on the side of the trailer facing Tom and Lola’s trailer. Lying on the ground I had a great view of Lola playing in their yard with one of their boys. I stopped what I was doing when she was on her back with her legs propped up and her son on top of her knees. She was wearing a pair of dark blue shorts and the white of her panties was a stimulating sight. It reminded me that I should be watching her clothes line a little more carefully.

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SETTLING IN... still more changes (Part 61g)

Elle and I elected to not attend the usual Saturday night party with our sailing club friends. We wanted to spend some time with our girls plus we were still recovering from the battering our bodies had taken during Friday’s race. On Sunday, the race wasn’t scheduled to start until noon so as to give church goers some time for their activities so we also got some time with the girls in the morning. Elle had decided she was going to wear a ”package“ so as to eliminate the possibility of more embarrassment, such as she’d had to endure on Saturday. I told her that she’d end up being very uncomfortable as it was supposed to be very warm. With the plastic panties not being able to breath I could just see her suffering. But she had the last word.

Buddy and Carol picked us up and, as Buddy was planning on bringing his boat back after the race, he took the car on the ferry over to the island. We were surprised to see Jimbo and Ruthie and not their car. Jimbo explained that he had to catch a flight for a business trip that evening and was afraid that if he took the car over he might not make it in time. We all knew that getting off the island after the races was an ordeal and he felt that by leaving his car on the mainland that he’d have little or no trouble. Ruthie did ask if either Buddy or I would drive her home after the races and for some unknown reason I said I would. I wanted to kick myself for saying "yes" I would as it was quite a distance out of our way... but I had committed to it.

Elle and I set about getting our boat ready for the race. While we were doing it Ruthie walked up and asked if she could leave her change of clothes in my car. I watched her drop the bag through the window and then walk off. I know I was looking for a VPL but if I saw one I don’t remember it. When we headed out to the race course we found very light winds. I knew I had to beat John if I was going to win the series and decided to take an aggressive approach. I knew I was taking a chance by relying on the knowledge I had of the tidal currents but felt it was my best chance. Right after the start I split from the majority of the competitors and went to the left side of the race course. The race officials had set a small course and directed us to go three times around it with the caveat that if the wind didn’t pick up they would eliminate one of them.

John had gotten a great start and was clearly in front. But, he also knew that he had to beat me if he was to win the series. A common strategy in that situation is for the lead boat to ”cover“ (mimic every move) his biggest competition. As the rest of the fleet changed direction John followed me. As I said, I knew my strategy was risky and it proved to be so as the wind shifted putting me, and John to some degree, somewhat at a disadvantage from the others. When we finished the first time around we were eighth and John was fifth... not where either of us wanted to be. At that point all I could do was hope that we did get to go around three times knowing that my boat was fairly fast ”off the wind“, which made up two legs of the course. As we headed for the start finish line the second time around I heard the signal for shortening the course. We’d made up three of the boats we needed but John was right in front of us... and I needed to be in front of him. John finished fourth and we finished fifth giving John the winners trophy. I was pissed... at the race officials for disqualifying me on Friday and Elle knew enough not to say anything to me as we sailed to the clubhouse. Once there she climbed up the ladder and walked off. In spite of wearing the ”package“ there was wetness showing around her butt cheeks where the leg elastics went. Her leaving made my job of getting the boat hoisted out of the water more difficult. Once I did I started unrigging the boat so I could ready it for trailing back home. As I did I saw the twins approaching and as they did one called out ”Congratulation!“ That wasn’t what i wanted to hear... congratulations for finishing second. They probably saw the look on my face and then announced that I’d won. Now, at that point I was confused. I don’t remember what I said but it had to have contained something about John finishing ahead of me. When they told me that he’d been disqualified it started to make sense. They told me he’d crossed the starting line early and hadn’t returned to recross it. That explained why he’d jumped out to the lead so fast.

I’d paid little attention to who had finished first or second , concentrating on my race with John. As it turned out the twins had won and Jimbo was second. Actually, I tied with the girls but because I’d beaten then in two out of the three races I got the win. As strange as it sounds I felt bad for the girls as this was, by far, the best they’d ever done. They’d tied for first but would be going home with the second place trophy. Jimbo ended up in third place which was exciting for Ruthie as it was the first trophy that they’d won since starting to sail together.

I went looking for Elle and found her with Ruthie at Jimbo’s boat. They hadn’t heard the news so it was exciting to watch their reactions. When I walked over to Elle she had a small bundle in her hand. It was her wet panties and plastic pants. I noticed that she was wearing shorts that I didn’t recognize. I apologized for the way I’d acted after the finish of the race and gave her a kiss. I started leading her back to the boat and asked why she wasn’t wearing the change of clothes that she’d brought with her. She told me that they were locked in Buddy’s car and he hadn’t made it back to the clubhouse. Ruthie offered up her clothes as she was dry and didn’t need them. My mind, always wired to panties, realized that Elle was wearing Ruthie’s panties as well. I could feel a bulge starting.

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SETTLING IN... still more changes (part 61f)

As we’d done in years past, to save money, Buddy drove the four of us home leaving my car behind on the island. The plan was for him to pick us up the next morning and then we’d leave his car on the mainland and walk on the ferry and then to the clubhouse. Elle and I were bruised and sore and were happy to see calm winds as we rode the ferry to the island. I was anxious to see just how many boats had actually finished and when I saw the posted results I almost had a heart attack. I wasn’t listed as having won. I showed up as being disqualified. Any racer can protest another racer and once the protest is acknowledged by the race officials they hold a hearing to make a determination. I’d never been close enough to another racer the whole day to have committed a foul. Not only that but I’d never been notified that I was being protested. I was very upset! I went looking for the race officials but was told that I would have to wait until the races for the day were over before being able to speak to them. Needless to say that when I went out on the racecourse that morning I was almost a raging lunatic.

Fortunately, the winds had died down to almost nothing. Three of my competition on Friday had to withdraw on Saturday due to damage to their boats and/or equipment. There were five people who hadn’t sailed (lucky for them!) who were now competing, including the twins, Pam and Penny, my sailing friends from many years before. I managed to control my rage enough to concentrate on the race at hand and was able to draw from my years of experience with the local tidal and water currents and pulled out a win. After the last boat finished I sailed back past the race officials and sarcastically asked if I was protested out of this race too but didn’t get a response.

Elle had a bit of a problem in that there was no logical way for her to get wet like she did prior to the races at our home club. The boats got hoisted into the water and then the crews climbed down a ladder to get in which meant her clothes were dry when we started. With little wind and no waves to get her bottom wet, when she peed it left a very noticeable spot on her butt. Because I was so upset when we'd left the dock I gave no thought to Elle and that she’d have a problem when we came ashore for lunch. She ended up staying in the boat to avoid the obvious embarrassment and I got Carol to join her. She wasn’t very happy with me.

Being around some of the ”old timers“ that I hadn’t seen in at least two years helped my demeanor. We got caught up with what each of us was doing in our lives. The twins had just graduated from college and were taking the Summer off, just ”goofing“. One of the guys had gotten married but his wife didn’t like sailing so he felt that this might be his last Summer of competition. When it was time to go out for the afternoon race I was in a pretty good mood. I suggested to Elle that I bring her change of clothes with us and that if she had to she could at least do it in the boat before we came ashore. I could see from the look on her face that she wasn’t thrilled with that idea.

We pretty much drifted around the racecourse and the best I could do was finish second. The guy who had finished second to me in the morning (John) won so that meant we were tied and the race on Sunday would decide who the champion would be. Again, Elle was faced with coming ashore with a wet butt. I finally convinced her to at least take off her shorts and to sit, in her panties, on the dry part of them and to try and draw away the wetness. She made me sail away from the rest of the boats which made me somewhat mad. One of the benefits of finishing up front was that you didn’t have to wait as long at the hoist. The one nice thing, though, was that I got her to sit inside the boat with her legs open. I told her that it would allow her crotch to dry so it wouldn’t show when she put her dry shorts on. She did it but had one of "those" looks on her face as she sat there.

As promised, I finally got to see the race officials. I was told that they had been the ones to disqualify me. The reason... I’d observed a mark that wasn’t specified on the race circular. I’d been sailing and racing for a dozen years and had never heard of such a rule. I asked if I could protest their decision and was told, rather sternly, that it wasn’t a good idea. It was certainly not my year for dealing with bureaucracy.

At that point in time panty peeks, VPL's or DP’s were not high on my priority list. Neither Buddy, Jimbo or Rex had ever heard of a disqualification like mine. As we all walked to the ferry the four of us were in deep discussion while the women walked on ahead. The foot traffic on the ferry was always heavy on weekends. There were only seats for about a dozen people so most were all forced to stand next to hot automobiles. There was a young woman in a Summer dress who was complaining about it and at first we paid no attention. We were about halfway to the mainland when Jimbo nudged me and nodded his head towards the stairway to the passenger compartment. The woman was standing about four steps up and every so often a puff of air would blow her skirt up. When she’d push the front down the back would come up. It was quite comical and I did get a quick glimpse of light blue panties before she returned to the main deck. Just that little peek took my mind off the disqualification and by the time we landed I had my focus on Ruthie’s butt, searching for a VPL. I was close to being back to "normal" again.

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