NEW GROUND... with some shocks (Part 99c)

Disappointed, I headed on up to the house. Peggy seemed happy to see me and told me that Bobbie was coming out with Ali that night. When I mentioned the possibility of her sailing with me she said it wouldn’t hurt to ask and that possibly she’d be willing to sail the next day. I really hadn’t given that any thought. I’d gone there with the idea of asking her to sail on the following weekend in the last races for the year. As far as the next day went I still had to resolve my mother’s plea to bring my kids to see her and to be part of the farewell dinner for Dolly. Somewhat embarrassed I told her I’d call in the morning. As I drove away I was wondering just how I’d resolve it all knowing I’d only have a few minutes at home before leaving for the races.

I was frustrated on the trip home and not able to put my dilemma in perspective. To get my mind off of that I allowed it to wander back to Jeanette’s panties that were under my seat. Seeing the Lollipop label reminded me that Elle still wasn't wearing the new ones I’d bought at Ali’s store for her. Her excuse, as usual, had been that she’d “ruin” them. Her incontinence had improved so that she could last over an hour and even then, when she “dribbled”, she was able to hold it for a little longer. I thought it would be a good time for the transition and formulated a plan on how to execute it. Since I’d be home all week I knew I’d have the time to devote to it.

Walking up the path I knew something was “up”. Elle walked towards me and I could see she was upset. As soon as she spoke I knew my mother had called. When I’d left I told her I’d let her know about Sunday as soon as I could. She, not hearing from me and not knowing I’d been delayed by taking a side trip to Peggy’s, called for the answer. Unfortunately, Elle took it to mean that I’d already committed to it. I kept looking at my watch as I tried to explain but was smart enough not to mention the races. It took some doing but we worked it out. The “hook” was Dolly. We both wanted to be there for that. We managed to compromise and told my mother we’d all spend the afternoon. Even with that Elle wasn’t too thrilled. She knew her mother would be jealous and, having just gotten over her “snit” over Dolly helping Elle with the kids and the baby was afraid it would start all over. The "compromise" precluded racing the sailboat but I still had to get back to Bobbi but I was now late for the car races.

To say I wasn’t prepared for the races was pretty much it. Late to the track the pit space I usually occupied near Bags and Rick was taken. I ended up way out in the back with no useable lighting. I parked next to the guy who was leading the points battle for the championship who was also late arriving. His name was Lee but every one called him Jr. His father was also named Lee but around the track he was known as “Pop” and had owned race cars since track opened. I remember back to my first race car when I was still in high school and that cars owned by Pop had won championships even then. Jr was actually part of of the Rick/Bags/Budah group in high school as he had been the all league fullback when they won the league football championship. However, that group liked to “party” and Jr, who had gotten married right after graduation, was very much under the control of his father and wife. The deal was that he could either race or party but not both. Jr was very quiet and said very little. His father wasn’t much better but he was always looking to help out a young competitor. On this night I needed all the help I could get.

When I was late getting home Jim thought I wasn’t racing and had taken off to somewhere. Cal was on duty at the air base and Jay had let me know he wasn’t available so I was all alone. Jr had a brother who was still in high school but to look at him you would never know it. At least 6’4“ and 300+ pounds he looked more like a professional football player. Pop, seeing that I was alone assigned ”Boy“ (that’s exactly what Pop called him) to help me. Pop had asked how the car was handling and I told him that it had been a handfull all season. He took a look at the car and made a few suggestions. I explained that I'd already done a few of them and it hadn't seemed to help. Because he didn’t say all that much I didn’t know what he was doing when he grabbed the steering wheel and gave it a yank. He pointed to the frame of the car where the steering box was attached. A bit intimidated by Pop and his reputation I didn’t ask what he was pointing at and didn't ask. He did it again and this time I could see the frame twist without the front wheel turning. He'd discovered that the frame was cracked and told me to take the car to the track welder. He also told me that the car was a piece of junk. The comment sounded a bit familiar.

Out on the track I won my qualifying heat. The car handled better than it ever had and I was able to drive it where I wanted. Normally I’d aim the car for a spot on the track and sometimes it would go there and sometimes it wouldn’t. I was excited. Long story short (I know... it’s already too long) I won my second feature race that night and had made some very important friends in the process. Pop confided to me that he was going to build a new car for Jr and was going to sell the car they were racing. He asked if I was interested and if I was he'd hold off putting a For Sale sign on it. I'm not sure I wasn't more excited about the possibility of owning a championship car or having just won the feature race. Even though I didn't ask the price and didn't have any money I told him I was interested and I'd be over to see him during the week. I couldn't believe how much had happened on a night I didn't expect anything. As an aside... Jr’s wife, Sophie, turned out to be quite cute.

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NEW GROUND... with some shocks (Part 99b) 

Background: Basically, The man was mentally deficient (today’s PC terminology) but my mother called him “retarded”. In the 30’s and 40’s and even into the 50’s it was common for people classified as to be institutionalized. In his case the family didn’t want to do that to him and pretty much kept him “under wraps”. That’s why I seldom saw him in the time period when I delivered newspapers to the house. The family felt he was “harmless” and gave him menial tasks to keep him occupied. Peggy got married right after high school which was right before the beginning of WWII and quickly became pregnant with Norma. Right after the war started her husband joined the Navy and Peggy lived with her parents and siblings. When the war was over he returned and, using the GI Bill, got his college degree while working at his father-in-law’s business and continuing to live with her parents. During that time they had two more kids with the youngest being Bobbi. In the late 40’s he and another man started a hardware store. With money tight Peggy had to go to work there leaving the kids with her mother and her brother. It was somewhere around that time that Norma started having “puddle problems” (my mother’s term). When she was in her early teens it came to light that Peggy’s brother had been “playing with her” (again, my mother’s words). My mother said that it was right after that when the family stopped coming for the Summer but no one knew why. The brother was then “put away”. It was a few years before they returned but they weren’t all that social when they did. That was why my mother hadn’t seen much of Peggy for a while. In any case, with the death of the mother and father there was no one to come visit him. Peggy and her sister Ali refused to have anything to do with him and he became severely depressed. My mother said that the method of suicide that he used wasn’t disclosed. When they were informed of the death it dredged up a whole host of “ghosts” which had now pretty much dissipated. My mother said that she’d visited with Peggy only a few days earlier and she was “back”.

During this whole discourse I never said a word. I waited for a few seconds to digest it all. The part that I got hung up on was the “playing with her” bit and hesitated to ask my mother about it. You have to remember that in the 50’s and 60’s no one ever heard the term “child molestation”. When I did she hesitated herself.

The shortened version: What the man did was to take Norma into the bathroom when she had to pee and as she did he put his finger up into her vagina. He was smart enough to scare her into not telling on him. But, over time, she got to the point that she couldn’t face going to the bathroom so she’d end up wetting herself to avoid it and him. After it all came to light and he was put away Norma went through years of therapy. I was speechless. After a brief pause it was my mother who spoke and asked me my thoughts on Norma. With only a minute or so to digest this whole scenario I told her that in the time I’d spent with her I’d found her to be perfectly normal with not a hint of past problems. It was just about that time when my father appeared and asked if I was going to finish what I’d started. I looked at my watch and was shocked to see that my mother and I had been talking for almost an hour. In looking back on it as I write this I’m pretty sure that was more time alone with her than I’d spent, in total, since I’d quit racing the horses.

I went back to my chore with an occasional glance at the neighboring beach. I was somewhat surprised that Jeanette was still in shorts and a blouse as nice as the weather was. It was a beautiful day for swimming especially for the kids as the wind remained calm and the waves were relatively calm. When I saw Jeanette bringing her son, Danny and his toys up the stairs I hailed her. Having just talked about Norma I was curious as to weather she and Jeanette had remained in contact. Before I could ask she thanked me for fixing the window. I think I blushed as that comment reminded me that I had a pair of her panties in my pocket. She told me that Norma had come for a visit a few days earlier. As she was telling me she dropped some of Danny’s toys and when she bent over to retrieve them I got a nice DP. Knowing that the panties I had in my pocket were bikinis I was a bit confused. I did recognize the waist elastic as being that of the Lollipop brand and it took a few seconds for my memory to click in reminding me that I’d seen a DP the day I’d taken her and others sailing. It was obvious that she wore both bikinis and briefs but I remember wondering why. One thing I did glean from the conversation was that she thought all Norma’s family would be out for Labor Day weekend.

That little piece of information got me to thinking ahead to possibly asking Bobbi if she’d sail with me. I decided that I’d make a stop at Peggy’s on the way home to check it out. If I could get an answer early enough I’d have a whole week to “sell” Elle on it. When I made the turn up the driveway (about 300 feet) I stopped and took my first real peek at Jeanette’s panties. The Lollipop tag was still "fresh" which indicated they were fairly new. Also, there was only a minimum of staining. They were a size 5 which surprised me a bit as it was the same size as Elle. Maybe it was because that in her tight short shorts her butt looked bigger than Elle’s. I was a bit surprised by the size of the crotch but I liked it. Large crotches made for better VPL's. In any case I stuffed the panties under the seat and headed down the driveway. There was a little hill halfway to the houses and when I got to the top I saw their clothes line with some items blowing lightly in the wind. I was anticipating a few panties and I thought I was rewarded only when I got there they were three pair of what were obviously Peggy’s.

To be continued...

NEW GROUND... with some shocks (Part 99a)

Arriving at my parents driveway I was greeted by my mother walking down the path. She immediately asked where Elle and the kids were. When I told her that they were still home she asked why. It was if she fully expected them to be there. Disappointed, she immediately pushed for me to bring them the next day, Sunday, saying that Summer was almost over and that the kids had only visited her (and the beach) once. I told her I’d “work on it” knowing that it would be a sore spot with Elle’s mother if we did.

My father was out front (explanation: houses built on the water were placed so that the front of the house faced the water and not the road or street) working on the windows. Our house was very unique in the window treatment for the front. There were six large double hung windows that had thirty two individual panes of glass in each. With a southerly exposure they were baked by the sun continuously and the putty that held them in had dried out. The house was 30 years old and the windows needed to be re-glazed, badly. When I got there I could see that he’d scraped the dried putty from about 2/3 of two of the six. If it rained, water could seep in behind the panes and ruin the finish of the interior part of the window. My job was to put new putty in those windows.

It’s a pretty mindless task and, with the Summer sun beating down on me as well as the windows, I found my mind wandering. Jeanette, the Summer neighbor came out to the beach with her son shortly after noon and seeing her perked up my mind. Wearing her tight short shorts my thoughts went immediately to what was underneath them. I was too far away to even see a VPL but it didn’t stop my thought process. Her sister, Karen, appeared and came over to say hello. I asked where all the men were and she laughed saying that they’d caught “fishing fever”. Her father, Big Al, had rented a boat and they’d gone off to catch ”big one”. But then she got serious and asked if I could do her a favor. She’d opened all the windows early in the morning but with the afternoon southerly starting she wanted to close some of them and one was stuck. I was ready for a break and followed her over to her rental cottage.

Built ten years prior to our house as a Summer cottage, it was in need of a LOT of TLC. The problem was the upper half of a bedroom double hung window. Karen had lowered it and couldn’t get it all the way back up. Due to the age and condition of the window I was reluctant to push too hard on the upper part of the sash for fear of either breaking it or putting my hand(s) through the glass. That left me to go outside to see if I could get enough purchase on it to get it to move. However, once outside the window I was greeted by a bit of a dilemma... a thicket of rambling roses.

Someone must have gotten a good buy on them because I can think of five houses who had them, including my parents. Most were right around the houses and in the case of the window I was looking at the bush hadn’t been trimmed in years and was flush against the house. The only way I could get to the window was to try and get in as close to the house as possible and then slide along it. Trying my best not to get scratched I made slow progress constantly looking down at the bush. I had to go about eight feet but when almost there I saw something white in the bush. I reached down and got my first scratches. I almost pulled back but having already paid the price kept on going until I reached it. Pulling it out was slow going but it was worth it as it turned out to be a pair of Lollipop bikini panties. I knew they had to belong to Jeanette so stuffed them into my pocket and continued on to the window. A couple of good “hits” with the heel of my hands freed it and I was a “hero”. Karen wanted to do something for me as thanks but I already had my "thanks" stuffed away in my pocket.

Back out from being engulfed by the roses I stood there looking around wondering just how the panties could’ve ended up in the thicket. The wash line was around the corner from where I was. I couldn’t imagine them having been blown from there. There was an empty lot right next door with a few scrub oak trees and as I looked at it I could see that some weeds had been trampled down around them. On one there was a strand of rope hanging down and got the idea that they had made up a separate wash line. My best guess was that panties may have been hung on it and one got blown into the roses. It didn’t really matter as I now had the panties.

Having those panties in my pocket got my mind really going as I went back to working with the putty. I got to thinking about Norma, her sister Bobbi and their aunt, Ali. My mother brought out some lemonade to give me a break and I sat down and chatted with her. I knew that Norma had become friendly with Jeanette and would bring her son down to play with Jeanette’s son. I’d heard my other mention that Norma’s mother, Peggy, would occasionally walk down the beach to check up on them and in so doing had reestablished her friendship with my mother. So I asked my mother if she’d recently seen anything of the family. She said that she hadn’t and then, for some reason, I asked if she’d heard anything about the suicide of her brother. There was nothing but silence.

As I’ve written in a few prior posts, my mother wasn’t a “gossip monger”. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested because, like most of us, she was. But, in her case, she would keep what she heard to herself unless put into a situation that she felt comfortable with to discuss it. Her silence provoked me to pursue the subject further. She really was hesitant and it would take me a whole post to go through the whole process so I’ll condense it as best I can. I’ll preface it by saying that I was curious because this suicide was the second one in our little area and they were the only two that I actually had known was aware of.

To be continued...        

HOPE... for better times (Part 98i)

Other than for a bit of a hangover the christening went well. The surprise was that Edith, the nurse who looked after my grandfather during the day, brought my grandfather over to join in the festivities. He brought the baby a gift of $100 with instructions that it was to go into a savings account for her. But, he also slipped me a $50 bill. He was very pleased with my job change even though he would've preferred that I work for a local bank. He made some sort of complimentary comment about me while giving a ”dig“ to my brother who was the only family member from either side who wasn’t present. By mid afternoon everybody, thankfully, was gone.

Our visit to the doctor for Elle’s check up held one very pleasant piece of information especially for me. It was that Elle was free to resume sexual relations. I won’t deny that I was the one more excited about it than Elle was although she made a valiant attempt. It wasn’t all that satisfying for either of us but after six plus months without "real sex" I wasn’t really complaining. However, I felt that it wouldn’t be long until we were back to where we’d been back at the beginning of the year. I had one week of work left with the County and was planning to take the following week off before starting my new job with the bank. I was hoping that that week would bring us all the way back.

With Elle doing what the doctor had prescribed in the way of strengthening her sphincter muscles she’d seen a marked improvement in her ability to go for an extended time without using the toilet. That had her in a much better mood and by the end of the week she’d be cleared to picking the baby up again. It meant she/we wouldn’t need Dolly any longer. As far as Dolly was concerned it was going to work out perfectly as she wanted to spend some time with her father in the city before heading off to college. Elle had enjoyed her company and told me that she'd miss her. I felt the same way but for a different reason.

For my last ”Manic Monday“ with the Clerk Typist exam at work I held high hopes for a banner crop of panty peeks. Try as I may I can’t remember anything special about the day at all except for the fact that Mrs K wanted Vi to be with John and I. The department was already one Personnel Technician short (Sonny) and with me leaving it would be two. It was an absolute that two people administer the exam and it had been over a year since she’d been involved. I’m sure her being there had something to do with it not being a memorable day.

I think it was around mid week that Jay, Jo, Andre and Lucy took me out to lunch (without alcohol) to reminisce about old times. During lunch Jay (and Jo) let me on a big secret... they’d gotten married. However, they had to keep it a secret as the rules didn’t allow married people to work in the same department. With Jay having to pay alimony and child support they couldn’t afford to have Jo not working. Jay, in one of his never ending ”deals“, had agreed to rehab a pre WWII cottage and to live in it, rent free, while doing the work. That was why I hadn’t seen much of Jay at the races during the Summer. They seemed very happy and we all promised to keep in touch.

Friday, my last day, Annette the young physically handicapped (polio) girl who had been hired as the receptionist for the department at my suggestion brought in a cake and a small party was held in the afternoon. I liked the group and knew I’d miss them but I was really excited to get back to working with numbers and to get directly involved in Data Processing again. When the party broke up Mrs K called me into her office. Her words made me feel really good saying that I’d been a ”ray of sunshine” while at the office and she hoped I could continue to do the same in my new job. I remember standing there wondering where I’d be if it weren’t for her. She’d been a VERY important part of my working life since quitting the horses and now she wouldn’t be there. For a few minutes I was sad but as soon as I got to my car that was over.

That night I remember really enjoying my time with Elle after the kids were asleep. I knew it would continue to get better and better and couldn’t wait until the next week started where I wouldn’t have to go to work and could be around Elle (and the kids) all day. However, I was also looking forward to racing the car Saturday night.  To ameliorate her distaste for the racing I decided to dedicate the day to doing all the “honey-dos” she’d been storing up during her recovery period.

The day got started on the right foot as we had a little “morning delight”. I actually liked sex in the morning better than at night. I was doing one of Elle’s projects when the phone rang. It was my father and he had a problem. One thing about my father... he seldom asked for anything from me. So, he had my attention. He’d been in the process of reglazing the porch windows and when digging out the dried out putty had done something to his wrist (today, it’s called carpel tunnel). He tried to put the fresh putty in but the pain was too great. He didn’t want to leave the widows like that as there was rain in the forecast and wanted to know if I could come and finish the job. It was NOT what I wanted but, as I said, he wasn’t the type person to ask for random things. Plus, his birthday was less than two weeks away. I quickly figured this would be his birthday present. Thankfully, Elle wasn’t upset and I promised to make it up to her the following week.

To be continued... 

HOPE... for better times (Part 98h)

The weekend was going to be extra busy as the baby was to be christened on Sunday. We’d put it off because of Elle’s condition but she’d shown improvement and, as we’d decided to have Dolly as the godmother. After watching Dolly handle the baby we felt it was only right that she be recognized but we had to have the christening before she left for college. The only Sunday not fully booked for the minister was the upcoming one. It meant that I’d spend most of Saturday preparing for all our guests as Elle wanted to host a party after the ceremony. I did tell Elle that I was racing the car that night ”come hell or high water“ as there were only three more nights of racing. I had a chance to finish in the top ten in points and also to be rookie of the year. She was OK with it as long as I got  the patio room cleaned out and ready for the party.

I’d let Danny know so he was set to bring Dolly. Jim had said he’d go but that I’d need to wait until he got home to give him a ride. Cal was going to meet me at the track and the last time I’d talked with Jay he said he’d try to come as well. It looked like It would be a good night. Danny arrived a bit early and dropped Dolly off. He’d brought his wife along but she wanted to return something that she’d ordered at Montgomery Ward. As Dolly came through the gate she had a small pile of clothes in her hands. It was the clothes that Elle had loaned her earlier in the week. Just as she started up the steps the things that were on the top of the pile fell off and I went to pick them up. As I did I got my answer to just which panties Elle had given her and they were the Carter’s heavy cotton Spanky Pants. When I put the panties on the top of the pile Dolly made a comment for me to remind me to ask her about them. It was a complete shock. Dolly wanted to talk to me about panties? Just the thought of that happening had me excited.

Dolly quickly came back outside and motioned me to follow her to the rear yard. She had a smirky smile on her face and started by saying that she knew that I knew what had happened to her the other morning. I know I blushed. But she went on (and I’m laughing as write this) to say that when she saw the panties that Elle had given her she wanted to scream. I had no idea where this was leading so just kept my mouth shut. (I’m going to paraphrase this and condense it as best I can.) She said she hated Spanky Pants almost as bad as having to eat spinach. She referenced her sister, Abi, and that she wore them. Dolly said that she hated anything that had to do with her sister and they were the only underpants (her term) that she wore. Then, on top of that her mother recycled them and made her wear her sister’s used and stained ones. I wanted to ask why she hadn’t said anything to Elle when she’d been given them. I remember her exact words... ”I couldn’t do that to Auntie Elle!“(z) I really didn’t know what to say but finally stammered out something about how did she get out of wearing them. I can tell you I was beet red when I did. She laughed and said her aunt ”bailed her out“. For her eleventh birthday she gave her a set of nylon day of the week panties. I wish I could remember what, if anything, I said then. I was really uncomfortable but was rescued by seeing Cal walking down the road towards us.

When I went inside to change my clothes for the races I saw the clothes that Dolly had returned lying on the end of the bed with the panties on top. I already knew they were the heavy cotton Spanky pants but when Dolly dropped them I’d not been able to tell just how stained they were. Elle was in the kitchen so I had clear sailing as to do an inspection. I was pleasantly surprised to find they weren’t that bad. I was especially happy after having heard Dolly complain about having had to wear her sisters old ones.  (I’ve referenced these panties going all the way back to my early posts so have inserted a picture to illustrate them. Note the width of the crotch.)

It turned out to be an informal ”ladies night“ at the races. It started with Danny’s wife, Jeanette and when I parked next to Rick and Bags found five more females. Bags, as always, had his girlfriend and Rick’s sister was a fixture (and a nice one!) but the surprise was Jan (the nurse who stayed with my grandfather at night). She’d been dating Buddah who worked as part of Bags’ pit crew but this was only the second time I’d seen her at the races. Actually, I hadn’t seen her since the last time she attended as I hadn’t been at my grandfather’s when she was there since the Spring. As I was taking the tow bar off the race car the two of them walked up and Buddah announced that they were now engaged. My first thought was we’d have to get someone to replace her at my grandfather’s but Jan jumped in to say they wouldn’t be getting married all that soon. She said that Buddah had to get a ”real job“ first. I think I breathed a loud sigh of relief when I heard that.

Regardless of how I did in the races the one thing I always enjoyed was watching Rick’s sister. A little on the pudgy side she was just plain cute and wore tight fitting blouses and tight short shorts. I remember Danny, out of Jeanette's sight, taking a real close look at her.

As I remember it I did fairly well; a top ten, but the excitement was that Rick won the main event, an extra distance race with double points. That meant a big party afterwards. I didn’t really need that but it was hard to leave since Rick, Bags and their crews had been a great help to me during the season. My neighbor, Jim, was no help at all but finally Jeanette ”pulled the plug“ and we left. It was after midnight and when we got back everyone was asleep. When I walked in the door Dolly was asleep, curled up in the swivel chair with her legs tucked up under her. Wearing, as usual, a short sun dress, it had pulled up a bit over one hip exposing a very nice panty look (as opposed to a peek). It was for only a few seconds as the sound of the door opening woke her up. Danny and Jeannette were in their car waiting for her so there was no conversation. It probably would have been easier for Dolly if she’d stayed over since we all had to be at the church by 10am for the christening ceremony but it was too late for that.     

HOPE... for better times (Part 98g)

I retreated at that point and headed for the shower. I was just about through when I heard a knock on the door. It was Dolly asking how long I’d be. My perverted mind told me that she need to use the toilet and although I had a quick thought to extend my shower told her I’d only be a few minutes. I was still somewhat wet when I stepped out into the hallway with a towel draped around me. Dolly was in a crouch with her hands between her legs when I saw her. I expected to see her in the filmy robe but as she kind of shuffled into the bathroom I could see that she hadn’t put the robe on and got another good view of her panties. I immediately stepped into the bedroom and shut the door.

I’d finished drying myself and was just about to step into my boxer’s when there was knock on the door. It was Dolly again and asking if Elle was awake. She was and immediately got up to see what she needed. I couldn’t hear the conversation but Elle immediately walked past me and to her panty drawer. It didn’t take me long to figure out what had just happened. I tried to see which panties she’d grabbed hoping that she didn’t take a pair of her Carter’s Spanky Pants as grubby as they were. As she stepped out into the hall I immediately remembered that Dolly still owed me the rest of the story about her sister.

I wanted to get out of the bedroom as soon as possible but Elle blocked my way. I’m sure she knew what was on my mind. When I finally made my way down the hall the door to the bathroom was closed. Dolly appeared a few minutes later, fully dressed. She was obviously embarrassed as she took a seat in the living room even though there was a place for her at the dining room table. I made a half hearted attempt to get her involved in a conversation about the weather. I’ve written in any number of previous posts how the hottest week of the Summer invariably came in June and usually before school let out. It had been unusually warm for a few days but the weather forecast on the TV was for a few hot days that could possibly break records. Dolly wasn’t interested. I gave up and finished up getting ready for work. I could only imagine what panties Dolly was wearing but guessed they were the grubby Carter’s cotton panties. At that point I started thinking about when Dolly would return them so I could confirm it. Actually, it was a bit of fun picturing her wearing them as opposed to the bikinis I knew she wore.

I didn’t see her again until the next morning. She was back to being the Dolly that I regularly knew. As I left for work I remember Elle and Dolly lamenting the heat. Even though it was around 8:30am the temperature was already in the 80’s. The heat was also affecting us at work. By the time we left to go home the night before it was quite uncomfortable. Walking into the office it seemed like it was was even hotter than the previous day. Around noon time we got the word that the air conditioning unit for our wing of the building had lost all the coolant (freon) and the mechanics were trying to find the leak. Not that it would have done any good, as hot as it was, but there was no way to get fresh air into the space and without any air movement it was stifling. Mrs K finally had mercy on us around 2pm. I remember going down the stairs with my shirt clinging to my back.

I made the turn for home and saw the station wagon was gone. All I wanted to do was to soak my feet in some cool water and drape a wet towel around my neck. After stripping and putting my bathing suit on I took the plastic tub that was used to give the baby a bath and took it outside and filled it. I took got a lawn chair and placed it out of the sun and placed my feet in it. I figured that was about as good as it would get. I actually fell asleep and was awoken by the sounds of my two oldest daughters yelling as they ran up the path to me. They, very loudly, proclaimed that they’d been swimming in the ”big lake“. There was only one lake and it really wasn’t all that big but they were excited. I looked by the gate and there was Dolly carrying the baby. The first thing I noticed was that her hair appeared to be wet as it just hung limply down on her shoulders. The next thing I saw was that she was wearing shorts that looked like they were wet as well. I didn’t have to wait long for confirmation as the kids excitedly told me that Dolly had taken them in the water. Elle was following her with a bunch of towels and I could see she was wearing a bathing suit but appeared to be wet only up to her waist. In a way that made sense to me.

Elle spread  a couple of the towels on the lawn and Dolly proceeded to lay her down on them. As she did I recognized the shorts as the ones Elle usually wore to sail in. I  got a very nice VPL and also confirmation that she’d been in swimming in her clothes. Her blouse had partially dried but it still clung closely to her chest enough that I could see the seams of her bra. As I looked at Dolly I remember wishing that Mrs K had let us go a little earlier. After putting the baby on the towels she said she was going inside to change. I wanted to speak up to say that she should stay and that I’d fill the kids pool with water... but I didn’t. Elle asked me to watch the baby and followed Dolly inside. It took a minute to realize that Dolly was going to need panties since hers were wet. However, I was stuck watching the kids and the baby. Karen, her ride was there soon after so I never had a chance to sneak a peek of the panties that I assumed Elle had given her.

The trash was collected on Saturdays and it was one of my chores to empty the waste baskets in all the rooms Friday nights. It was one of those mindless chores that had to be done. I opened the door under the sink and pulled the the little plastic container out and dumped it into the paper bag I was holding. Trying to get the stuff into the bag without spilling some was often a bit of a hassle and this was no different. I had the first of it safely in the bag when all of a sudden a ”lump“ came sliding out and brushed over the back of my hand. It ended up on the floor and when I went to pick it up I was completely blown away. It was a pair of nylon bikinis wrapped in toilet paper and... they were a bit damp. I think I actually stood there with my mouth open. There was only one answer... they were Dolly’s from the other morning. She had to have thrown them away to avoid embarrassment. I checked to see where Elle was and when I saw she was in the kitchen I opened them up fully. They had lace inserts in the front just over the leg openings. The tag read ”Vanity Fair“. My thoughts were mixed. They were truly ”fancy panties“ and I couldn’t fathom why she would throw them away... but she did and at this point in time they were now mine. The bulge in my shorts showed just how excited I was.

To be continued...

HOPE... for better times (Part 98f)


I was late to work as I stayed home to call John to ask about the hospitalization. He said that the bank offered it but not until I’d been with them for six months. It was somewhat similar to the probation period that was in effect for working for the County. But, six months without insurance for a family with three kids and a wife with some built in ”problems“ was not something I couldn’t afford to take a chance on. I told John that I appreciated his offer but I’d have to pass on it. I really hated saying those words. It was the first thing that hadn’t gone right for me since the month started.

By the time I arrived at work there was a call waiting for me. It was John at the bank to tell me that he’d gotten permission from the Board of Trustees to purchase a medical insurance policy to cover the time until the mandatory six month probation period was up. I was on an emotional roller coaster and upon hearing that news I said ”yes“ to the job offer. Now came the hard part and that was to tell Mrs K I would be leaving. I actually was worried as to what she’d think of the timing since it had been just a few days since we’d had the discussion in her office. I waited until the day was just about over. It went well and I actually believe that she was happy for me.

The bank wanted me to start by September first which was perfect for me. I gave Mrs K two weeks notice and that left me with a week for vacation time. It would still be Summer and it would coincide with the end of Elle’s six week recovery time. Speaking of that there had been some good news for me when I’d taken Elle back for the check up on her operation... we were free to resume sexual relations after four weeks and, ironically, the time was now up. The good times of August were continuing.

When I got home I wanted to do something to celebrate. Dolly was still there waiting for her ride and when I mentioned it Elle immediately came up with the idea of going to the movies. It had been a long, long time since we’d seen one and Elle already had one picked out... Night of the Iguana with Richard Burton. She volunteered that Marge, our neighbor, had highly recommended it. I hadn’t paid any attention to movies in so long I had no thoughts about it at all. I was thinking ahead to when we'd go to bed. Dolly immediately volunteered to stay over and babysit for us. Even though it had only been a short time since Elle had made such a fuss not wanting her to watch the baby while we went for her doctor visit, agreed. With that decision made my thoughts immediately went to the possibility of getting some up close and personal peeks of Dolly in her panties. It wasn't what I wanted but it was still something to look forward to. It was quickly agreed that was what we were going to do. I do remember that the kids were really excited that Dolly would be staying over as they bounced all around her. I'll admit to being a bit excited too as I remembered the last time she'd stayed over.

I actually enjoyed the movie as it was a little more risque than any movie that I’d ever seen. However, I did find my mind wandering from time to time trying to think of ways I might get to sneak a peek at Dolly’s panties after we got home. I remember thinking of the last time she’d stayed overnight and the filmy gown that Elle had given her and hoped Elle would give her the same outfit.

To go to the movies Elle had worn a full ”package“. Since being scolded by her doctor for not working hard enough to strengthen her bladder sphincter muscles Elle had made a conscientious effort. Other than for sleeping this was the first time she’d worn one and I remember the moment when she realized she was peeing as she, almost instinctively, sat bolt upright in her seat and crammed her hand between her legs. She’d forgotten that she was wearing her protection. To me it was both a good sign and a bad sign... good for Elle and somewhat bad for me. It also reminded me that she’d been cleared to have sex but, knowing her, I also knew it wasn’t going to be when we got home, what with Dolly staying over. With that my thoughts again returned to thinking of ways to get a peek or two or three of Dolly’s panties.

I had to wait until morning. Before going to bed the girls had made Dolly promise to let them climb into bed with her. As I’ve written before they had been told they couldn’t get out of bed without our permission. When I heard them out in the hallway I threw on some pants and headed their way. Dolly was sleeping on the sofa bed and as I made the turn into the living room I saw Jean, the oldest, flopping onto Dolly’s tummy. When she did Dolly, probably instinctively, lifted both her knees and legs giving me a very nice crotch view. She didn’t see me as she was concentrating on this ”urchin“ who was now climbing over her. I probably got a good ten second or so view before I backed out of the room. I didn’t want to embarrass Dolly so from about ten feet down the hallway I called out asking the girls why they were out of bed. I figured that would give Dolly enough time to get ”modest“. I was truly surprised when I returned to the room to see her in basically the same position with Jean happily bouncing on her stomach. Seeing me she made no effort to cover her lower extremities up. This time I could see that she was wearing one of my T shirts and nothing else but her panties. I could only see them from the side and could see they were definitely bikinis. Dolly apologized for telling the girls they could get up saying that she hadn’t remembered that they needed our permission. As she spoke I don’t think my eyes ever left her panties.

To be continued...

HOPE... for better times (Part 98e)

August had started off with a ”bang“, for sure. It didn’t take long for the positives to continue. On Monday, during the typing portion of the Clerk Typist exam, one of the applicants had the misfortune of falling off her chair and onto her back as she was trying to reach into her pocket book. I happened to be right in front of her and when she fell one leg ended up still on the seat exposing almost the whole front of her panties and a good bit of the crotch. She was in shock and so was I. She didn’t know what had happened and I was dumbstruck by the view of her that I had from where I stood. It was actually John who broke my trance when he jumped up on the stage to see what had happened. I think the only thing that saved me from being embarrassed was that the woman really had ”lost it“ for a few seconds and didn’t realize that I was staring at her. Later, on our way back to the office, John claimed that he got a peek before she gathered herself up but I doubted it. It was one of the best ”peeks“ (actually it was a ”look“) I’d had since starting on the job.

The first week of August was my one year anniversary working in the Civil Service department. Since pay was based on a grade and step system the employees didn't usually have a face to face performance review. Everybody knew what the raise would be as long as you remained in the same grade level. I already knew what I’d be seeing in my next paycheck so when Mrs K came in on Tuesday and asked for me to come into her office I had no idea of the reason. She had me sit down and then offered up a sort of apology. In essence it was like a performance review but in a very unorthodox way. She started off by saying that she wished she had some place to put me which really puzzled me. I had a desk and there was actually a vacant one (Sonny's) out there as well. It took a minute for me to get the drift of her intentions. Basically she was reiterating something that she’d said to me a time or two before... that she felt I was capable of doing much more with my life than working for the County Civil Service department. She, by no means, was telling me she wanted me to leave as she listed off some of the innovative things that I’d introduced since joining the department and thanked me for them. But the message was that there was no room for promotion in the department what with both Wilson and Marty in senior positions ahead of me and she felt that neither of them would be leaving soon. She closed by telling me that I had certainly been a welcome addition to the department but if something more challenging came along for me that she, personally, would have no problem with my leaving. All that she asked was that I give her ”fair warning“. I’ve written on a few occasions how much I admired her since my first meeting her. When I left her office I had mixed emotions. I pretty much liked working in the department and with the people in it. Now that I could interact with Jay and the Data processing department the job had become much more satisfying.

When I hadn’t heard from JR’s father by Wednesday night I pretty much dismissed the importance of the meeting he wanted to have with me. I shouldn’t have. Dolly had just arrived on Thursday morning and she and Elle were planning their day when the phone rang. It was the long awaited call. I was asked if he could stop by after supper. With me being home soon after 5pm so that Dolly could get her ride back to my parents we usually had our supper around 6pm. I told him that any time after 7pm would be good for us. When he asked if he could bring his wife it surprised me but what else could I say but ”yes“. At that point I couldn’t imagine what the meeting would be about, especially with his wife being present. I had less than twelve hours before I’d find out.

The excuse for bringing his wife was that she wanted to see the baby. Having sailed against JR the previous season Elle and I both had the opportunity to meet and talk with the lady every time we raced against JR. But the meeting was supposedly to be with me so I couldn’t figure out her role in it. I’d always called him Mister R because I was raised to acknowledge older people with respect. He insisted that I call him John and soon after the ladies settled down in the patio room he asked me to walk him through the mobile home park as it was the first time he’d ever been in one. While we were ambling down one of the streets he stopped and put his hand on my arm and asked if I’d consider going to work at his bank. Talk about a shock!

I won’t bore you with all the details but he said that the Board of Trustees at his bank had decided that it was time to take it in a new direction. To do that they wanted to get into ”data processing“. He told me that in one of our conversations I’d mentioned my experience in that area and thought I’d be the perfect one to do that for them. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. In all the times I’d chatted with him there was nothing to indicate anything like what I’d just heard.

I will say that he was well prepared. The salary was to be a $500 increase over whatever I was presently making. I’d just received my annual increase so that really got my attention. I’d get the same vacation as with the County and I’d be sent to the DP equipment manufacturer’s main office for training at their expense. I was overwhelmed. I really was. By the time we made it back to my place I’d pretty much made up my mind. I was just about to tell him but before I did he suggested that I talk it over with Elle. I could hardly wait for he and his wife to leave. The "small talk" with them seemed to go on forever but they finally left around nine.

Elle and I talked until after midnight. I was definitely "selling" the idea but she wasn't as enthusiastic about the potential change as I was. She brought out the fact that I would no longer be five to seven minutes away as well as a couple more small points. But she was the one to bring up the medical and hospital insurance. No mention had been made about it and it was definitely something that had to be discussed. Even with that I still was excited as I tried to fall asleep.

To be continued...

HOPE... for better times (Part 98d)

I enjoyed having Geoff as a crew and on Sunday asked if there was any chance for him to sail with me for the rest of the season. He told me he had a job back home and this weekend was the only time he was able to take off. I was disappointed but turned to concentrating on the upcoming race. At that point, with one race to go, we had two firsts and JR had a first and two seconds. If he won and we finished second, technically we’d be tied. Under the rules, however, I’d be champion by the fact that I beat him in head to head racing, two races to one. I’d won one championship that way (remember the twins). So, the pressure was on to win this race as well. As in any competition there‘s always the factor of luck and I sure had it. JR was leading as we approached the finish line and I was third. If we finished that way JR was the champion. There was a fairly stiff breeze but nothing more than we usually sailed in. I had pretty much conceded the race and championship to him when Geoff yelled out that JR’s main sail (the big one) had suddenly dropped. Within a minute we were sailing right past him. We finished second which meant I was the overall winner... again.

After all the boats were out of the water I went over to JR to see what had happened. As you would imagine he was devastated. His father interceded saying that JR needed a few minutes to gather himself up. He told me that the main halyard (the rope that holds the sail up) had broken.  I responded by telling him that I felt JR had sailed a great race and really deserved to be the champion. I remember him smiling, thanking me and saying he’d pass it on to JR.

By then JR’s mother and sister showed up. The two of them had been out in a spectator boat watching the race and both looked a little disheveled. This was the first time all season that I’d seen his sister (Denise). Even though her hair was wind blown she was just as pretty as she was the last time I’d seen her at the end of the previous Summer. As I mentioned, we did have a fairly stiff breeze and it looked like the spray from the waves had gotten both of them a little damp. Observing Denise it looked like her backside was more than just damp but it was probably my imagination at work. I remember that she was wearing peach colored shorts and I hoped to get at least a VPL before they left. My luck continued to hold as she bent over at the waist to get something out of her mother’s carry bag. Pretty girl... VPL... it was almost as good as a trophy.

When it came time for the trophy presentation I was feeling guilty because I knew I really didn’t deserve first place. I also knew there was no way to change the official results but when the first place trophy was handed to me I asked if I could speak. I told those who were there what had happened to JR and then asked him to join me. When he did I asked for him to give me his trophy and I gave him mine... at least I tried. He wouldn’t take it but I accomplished what I’d intended in letting those that were there know that he really deserved to be the champion.

As we were leaving JR’s father came up to me and shook my hand. I appreciated that but I wasn’t prepared for what followed. He told me he wanted to talk with me in private and asked if I could come to see him one night during the week. That really had me puzzled and very curious but when I explained the situation with Elle he then asked if he could come to see me. I couldn’t imagine what was so important but told him that it would be OK. As he walked away I took one last look at Denise and wondered how anyone could be that good looking.

The one thing I wasn’t looking forward to was taking Geoff back to the ferry so he could return to his home. Elle had to persuaded Marge to be with her while I did and she hated doing that. I hated it because Elle would be all over me about having to beg Marge but I didn’t have a choice. On our way Geoff hit me with a ”bomb“. It wasn’t that I’d already experienced enough surprises during the day but his was something totally ”out of the blue“.

Elle had given me a “shot across the bow“ as far as her continuing to sail with me what with three kids. She’d come close, a couple of times, of giving me an ultimatum of racing the sailboat or the car but it hadn’t come down to that up to that time. After Geoff turned me down when I’d asked if he’d continue to crew for me I told him that I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to continue to race and explained why. I told him about Elle’s feelings, the inability to find a crew and the frustration of the club’s apparent change of direction with the decision to feature the Windmill class sailboat. To me it was all just casual conversation.   

He called his father to tell him what ferry he’d be on and in the process passed on to him what I’d said. His father then told him to ask if I was willing to sell the boat. The question was so shocking that I remember taking my eyes off the road and looking right at him. When I did the car veered off the road for a short distance. Even with Elle’s ”bow shot“ I’d not considered selling the boat. Actually, I hadn’t given any thought at all as to what I’d do with it if I stopped racing. I couldn’t answer Geoff but quickly reviewed the obvious options in my mind. The most obvious was to just leave it stored in my parents garage. After all, it had stayed there for three years without being used while I was off racing horses. When I finally spoke I remember saying that I didn’t know but if I did decide to sell it that he and his father would have the first shot at it. I could see the immediate smile on his face. The seed had been planted and I can tell you that I had a lot to think about on my way back home.

To be continued...

HOPE... for better times (Part 98c)


My timing couldn’t have been better as the phone rang as soon as I walked inside. It was the doctor’s office calling to confirm Elle’s appointment the next morning. For me it was more of a reminder of just how busy it was going to be for me. As we were getting ready for bed Elle got “cold feet“ about leaving the baby with Dolly even though we’d only be gone for about five hours. I was a bit upset when she called Marge, our next door neighbor. It was after 10pm and I couldn’t see any lights on in her unit. I was surprised when she told me that Marge was coming over.

I was still partially dressed but Elle was in her night time ”package“ with just a robe on. I expected her to put more on but she didn’t. When I answered the door I surely wasn’t expecting to see Marge dressed in a filmy type see through robe... and see through I could. She did have on a short top under the robe but I could clearly make out her panties under it and through the robe. As soon as Elle saw her she suggested that I go check on the baby. She knew just what I was looking at. Elle worked something out for Marge to find a couple of reasons to come over and visit Dolly when we were gone. I didn’t feel it was necessary as absolutely nothing had gone wrong since Dolly had started.

Elle’s check up went well. Her only complaint was that she was disappointed that her wetting hadn’t improved to what she’d been hoping for. I sat in on the meeting with the doctor and was glad I did. He asked if she was doing everything on the list he’d given her after the operation and she said she was. I’d read the list and knew she wasn’t. To stay as dry as she could she’d been using the toilet every 15 to 20 minutes and when I told the doctor about it he jumped all over her.

At this point in time the healing portion of the operation was doing as well as could be expected. What Elle wasn’t doing was strengthening her bladder sphincter muscles. He told her, point blank, that if she wanted to go back to where she’d been after her first procedure back when she was still in school it was up to her. He told her that it would be ”messy“ for a while. She was to wait until she could feel that she was wetting herself and then ”squeeze like hell“ to stop it. Then, she was to continue to try and stop right until her bladder was empty... every time. He called it ”muscle memory”. I could see Elle wasn’t all that happy in hearing that. I also knew it would be up to me to make sure she followed the doctor’s instructions.

I had to pick up Geoff, my sailing crew for the weekend, at the ferry at around 3pm. My plan was to go get the boat, with him, and take it to the sailing venue and get it set up for racing on Saturday. This was the place that was on an island and to get there you had to use a small ferry. It was the perfect time to do it as there was no one waiting. When we arrived the Friday races were just finishing up. I went to see how many boats were registered and was pleased to see JR and his father were there. I really liked them and thought that JR had the potential to be a top notch skipper. After Geoff and I set the mast we went to see how JR had done in the race. The fact that we saw him at the lift winch told me that he’d done well. When I caught up with his father he was excited. They’d won.

I’d always gotten along well with JR’s father even though he was quite a bit older than me. He was always asking me things about sailing but talking to me about what I did at work. I didn’t pay much attention to that part as he was the president of a bank and the work I did had nothing to do with banking. He’d also talked with me about colleges as JR was about to head off in September. When JR walked up to us I congratulated him and jokingly told him his winning was over now that I was there. Actually, I was only half kidding. I really wanted to win this event one more time.

On Saturday I was pleasantly surprised at how well Geoff performed especially since he’d only sailed in this type boat once and that was exactly a year earlier. He was well versed in the dynamics of sailing as his father had a 23 foot sailboat with a cabin that he raced. But his father had learned how to race in a small boat and wanted Geoff to do the same. He wanted to know why I did whatever it was that I did be it an adjustment to the sail, rigging or direction on the course. When I’d crewed for JR the previous season I had a hard time getting a dialog going and now I couldn't shut Geoff up. In any case, we managed to eke out a close win with JR right there on our transom as we crossed the finish line. The course for the afternoon race was posted during the lunch break which gave me the opportunity to discuss tactics with Geoff. I used the chart of the waters we were sailing in to illustrate what my plan was. I told him I was going to try and pull off something very daring during the race and if it paid off like I expected it would almost guaranty us the win. It did and we won... by the biggest margin I ever won a race by. It was by so much that the race committee refused to acknowledge us with the usual ceremonial cannon shot for the winner as we crossed the finish line thinking that we’d skipped a course marker. It took corroboration by a course patrol boat that we, indeed, had observed all the marks and had won legitimately.

Finishing as early as we did meant that I’d be able to race the car that night. When I dropped Geoff off at his grandparents I called Danny to let him know. Dolly was already with Elle but I needed him to bring her back to my parents house after the races. Up to this point it had been a great day.

I won’t bore you with the details but my great day continued that night. The preceding weeks of bad luck with the race car ended and I won my first feature event. I started first and led every lap. The perfect way to end the day. Now, all I had to do was win the sailboat race on Sunday and it would make for the perfect weekend.

To be continued...   

HOPE... for better times (Part 98b)


I needed to get cleaned up so I got up to go inside. I had to walk behind the chair that Dolly was in and, with absolutely no forethought, stuck my fingers into her ribs. I had no idea that she was ticklish, especially THAT ticklish. She literally jumped out of her chair with a shriek. Not one to walk away from an opportunity I chased her and  quickly had her cornered. She pleaded with me not to tickle her again. I was standing in front of her and threatening to poke her again when she said she’d do anything if I didn’t do it. She was actually pleading. My immediate thought was “the story”.

At this point I felt that she wanted to tell it. The smile on her face was one of anxious glee but she seemed hesitant to start. I had to cajole her a bit. I had no idea what the subject was and when she opened her mouth I was fairly shocked. She immediately referenced seeing Elle’s wet panties in the bathroom. I’ve tried to remember just what she she said but this will have to do... “ When I saw those wet underpants (what she called them) in the sink I immediately thought of my sister.”
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As I’ve written previously, Dolly was the youngest of three children. She had an older (by seven years) sister and brother (by three years). Dolly’s parents had been married for almost ten years when the first daughter, Abigail, was born. I know my parents couldn’t stand her with my mother calling her a spoiled brat. Being three years younger than Elle and I, we didn’t have much to do with her. I, because of my parents friendship with her parents, did have a little interaction with her and didn’t like her attitude. To me she was just "snotty". Elle had baby sat her a couple of times and found pretty much the same way, so much so she that she stopped. My memory of the brother was that his attitude was somewhat similar. In the course of conversations with my mother about Dolly I knew that Dolly didn’t have much use for her sister and had little contact with her.
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My first thoughts were mixed. I was totally unprepared for a story about her sister and especially one about wet panties. She hesitated a bit but I think it was that she saw the surprise on my face. At this point she gave me some background so bear with me because I’m not sure how to write it all down.
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She started off pretty much “dissing” on her sister giving me information that she had gleaned from her mother. Abi was a “difficult” child and was sick a lot. Because of it she was allowed to get away with a lot. Potty training was not a priority. When she was disciplined she threw a tantrum and it usually resulted in wet pants. When the brother was born she wasn’t the center of attention any more and regressed as far as wetting was concerned. When she went off to kindergarden the school sent her home because she “made puddles”. When Dolly told me about that I immediately thought of the girl in my kindergarden class, Debbie, who was pretty much the same way. When Dolly was born it was more of the same and somewhere in there Abi was taken to a child psychologist. She told the parents that Abi was just looking for attention. When Dolly mentioned that she was laughing.

Dolly’s parents bought their beach house when she was five. I remember the house vividly as it was somewhat similar to Elle’s parents house but smaller. There were three bedrooms upstairs but no bathroom. The master bedroom was on the first floor along with a great room, kitchen and the bathroom. Dolly told me that one thing she remembered from that Summer was that her mother “blew a fuse” right after they moved in when Abi wet her bed. But she said it wasn’t the only time. At that time Abi was 12 years old. After she did it a few times her mother bought her some “rubber pants” to wear at night. Dolly said that she remembered going into the bathroom any number of times and seeing wet underpants in the sink or the tub. I could easily see that Dolly relished “spilling” the goods on Abi.

I have to admit that the conversation, one sided as it was, was a bit “stimulating” to me even though I didn’t like Dolly’s sister. It took a while for me to grasp the whole thing that Dolly had just told me. I thought that was going to be it but Dolly was just getting warmed up. I wasn’t sure just when the next part of the story took place but I’m pretty sure it was during one of the following Summers. Abi was supposed to be babysitting Dolly while her mother and brother were shopping. Dolly said she didn’t know where Ali was so went into the house to find her. She looked into the bathroom and saw Abi straddling the toilet and could see that she was peeing with her underpants still on. At that point Dolly laughed and then said that she’d warned me that her sister was weird. I was really shocked. As you know, if you’ve been reading this for awhile, I incorporated Elle’s incontinence into sexual pee play for us. But this was the first time I’d ever heard of someone deliberately wetting themselves.

It didn’t end there. I could see from the look on Dolly’s face that she was “on a roll”. She told me that she’d never seen Abi so scared. She was sure that Dolly would tell on her and threatened to hurt her if she did. Dolly said that Abi twisted her arm behind her back and told her that it would hurt worse if she even thought of telling. She said she didn't but a year later her mother caught her. When she did she made Abi wear her wet panties for the rest of the day. Dolly said she was laughing at her sister the rest of the day. At this point I was struggling to keep my mouth shut, afraid it I showed much, if any, interest I would give away my fetish. So I just sat there and listened some more. By now Dolly was absolutely gleeful in telling her tale.

I had to assume the next part followed the previous but as to how much time had elapsed I don’t really know. In any case it took place at the Summer house. Dolly said that because the house had no air conditioning (it was the 1950’s) they (the kids) slept in just their underwear. She told me that one night she heard some moaning coming from Abi’s room. At first she was scared and called out to her but didn’t get an answer. When it continued she got out of bed and peeked into Abi’s room. She said she could see her lying on her side and even with the lights out could see that one hand was down inside her panties. As she watched she could see her “rolling” around while continuing to moan. She said she went back to bed thinking that something was terribly wrong with her. The next morning she said she found Abi's wet underpants on the floor of her room. At this point Dolly was laughing out loud and I know I had a wicked smile on my face.

By this time I was afraid Elle would be waking up and looking for us so I got up. Dolly looked up at me and said that there was more. I remember Dolly promising to continue at some time in the future. As I write this I’m shaking my head with a big smile remembering how Dolly relished telling me the “stuff” about her sister.

To be continued... 

HOPE...  for better times (Part 98a)

On Monday I awoke to the baby crying. She’d been sleeping well so it was a bit of a surprise. Her crying awoke the girls so I had all three to look after. After changing the baby and getting her bottle I turned her over to Elle to feed and I then got the kids their breakfast. Just as I sat down at the table to eat my own there was a knock on the door. I was wearing only my boxer shorts so peeked out the window to see who it was. Dolly, obviously in need of a toilet, was bouncing up and down on the top step. I swallowed my pride and opened the door for her and watched as she ran down the hall.

I’ve mentioned that Elle was concerned with Dolly seeing her wet and/or stained panties even though she was fully aware of Elle’s situation. I’d put a pail under the sink for Elle to hide them in until I’d wash them out before going to bed. After washing them I’d hang them on a wash line in the bathtub area to dry. Then I’d leave the bath curtain open to give them better air circulation and then, when leaving for work, would pull it back to cover them. Well, I hadn’t shaved yet and wasn’t prepared for Dolly so knew that she’d see them hanging there as she walked in. Not only that but I remembered seeing some wet panties and plastic pants in the sink and I hadn't put them in the pail. It didn’t really bother me but hoped that she’d not mention anything about them to Elle later on. When Dolly returned to the living room she had a sort of smirky smile on her face. I didn’t immediately associate it with what she’d seen but thought it was because she saw me in my boxers. As she walked in she said for me to remind her sometime to tell me a story. I, to be sure, was puzzled.

That particular Monday was one of the very few where there was no Clerk Typist exam scheduled which meant I didn’t have to leave all that early. Having gotten up earlier than usual because of the baby I ended up having time to spare before I had to leave for work. Curious as to what Dolly’s story was I asked her about it. For some reason she now seemed reluctant to tell me. I continued to be puzzled.

It was about mid afternoon when I got a call from Elle. She said that she’d just heard from her mother that Peggy’s brother, Norma and Bobbie’s uncle, had committed suicide. It took a few seconds to put that in perspective since on the few occasions I’d mentioned him to the women I’d gotten a somewhat negative reaction. I had to think back to when I’d last seen him and it had to have been over ten years. I remembered a big man with a pleasant smile who didn’t say much. The shock was the suicide itself. Having studied psychology for a while in college it was something that had been touched on. I remembered the other suicide by the man down the road from Elle’s and my parents. It was hard for me to fathom that anyone could do something as selfish as that. But, I didn’t “know” either of them. I basically only knew of them.

Back at home I pretty much put the suicide out of my mind and concentrated on trying to line up a crew for the weekend. It wasn’t until I was headed for bed that I got the call I wanted. Herb had agreed to let his son be my crew but it wasn’t without it’s own pressure. Herb lived in Connecticut and only spent weekends in the area at his parents house. Because he hadn’t lined up a boat to race himself he committed to racing on a big boat somewhere local to him. For his son, Geoff, to race with me I had to pick him up at the ferry and get him to his grandmother’s to stay for the weekend. On top of that pressure was the fact that I had to take Friday off, not to race but to take Elle for her check up with the surgeon who had performed the procedure. All in all it had been quite a day.

I tried to pry Dolly’s story out of her the next morning but she just smiled and shook her head. At that point I was bound and determined that I’d get it out of her some how, some way. She’d been the one to bring it up so I wasn’t going to let it go. I had no idea what it was about or what had prompted her to even mention a story to me.

As if I didn’t have enough on my mind, on Thursday I got a call from Dolly that there was water running out from under the unit. It was mid afternoon and when I asked Marty if I could run home for a few minutes he told me I didn’t have to come back. I was taking Friday off anyway and was all caught up so I was appreciative of the offer. Sure enough the whole area by the playhouse was wet and I could see water seeping out from under the skirting. It had to be coming from the water line connection and I knew that wasn’t going to be fun to get to.

When I finished up I ended up sitting under the awning to rest. Dolly was there watching the kids who were playing in the pool while Elle was taking a nap. With Dolly right there I decided to try her again on the story she’d promised. Once I brought it up she put a big smile on her face but was shaking her head from side to side as if to say “no”. I told her that I wasn’t going to let it go so she might as well give in to me. She just laughed.

To be continued...