ON AND ON... another month (Part117f)
I finished
putting the dome together just before the first birthday guests arrived.
It was a man that I didn’t recognize driving so after he let his
daughter out I went over and introduced myself. It wasn’t that I really
wanted to get to know him but more that I needed his help to place the
dome out in the yard by the swing set. He willingly helped but because
he’d stayed he got blocked in by others delivering their daughters. I
don’t remember how many were invited but I do remember that Elle, not
wanting to take a chance on the weather, planned for it to be an indoor
party. Jean, of course, wanted to go play on her new dome so there was a
little friction between mother and daughter. I played “chicken” and
retreated to the garage to work on Jon’s campaign sign.
Elle gave
up after a while and let the kids come out and play on and around the
dome. It was a big hit and as I watched them climb on and over it I was
glad that we’d bought it and the frustration of putting it together was
worth it. It seemed like all the parents arrived to pick up their kids
at the same time. The driveway became clogged within minutes and I had
to leave the sign and go play traffic cop, guiding the mothers down the
hill, backwards. Out in the road I saw a car pull up just past the
driveway and I saw a large man get out. I sort of recognized him but
wasn’t sure. He knew my name and called out to me. Then I saw this
little blonde haired woman get out the passenger door... it was Nancy,
Elle’s college roommate. I hadn’t seen her since I’d quit racing the
horses. She still looked the same... big smile, vivacious and painfully
thin. The big man was her husband, Mike. We’d met once so that was why I
had sort of recognized him. As we walked up the driveway I had a
flashback to when we’d met and it wasn’t all that good. I’d been left
with the impression that he was a blowhard, full of himself and wild
ideas on how to make a “killing”.
Elle was just starting to clean
up from the party and when she saw Nancy, was overjoyed. Not to drag
this out but Mike had lost his shirt on a couple of his schemes out in
the Mid West and they’d come back East to stay with Nancy’s parents
until he got a job or put another wild idea into motion... and that’s
why they were at our house. A while back I mentioned that my brother had
quit his job as the manager of the largest gas station in town to take a
job selling boats. Mike’s new idea was to buy a couple of sailboats and
then let them out as charters (renting them out). He’s done some
research and decided on a manufacturer and the closest dealer was the
one my brother worked at. In the course of conversation, they asked him
if he was related to me and, of course, he said “yes” and he gave them
directions. He’d contracted to buy two 25 foot sailboats from my brother
and somehow managed to talk him into handling the actual charters. What
was ultimately ironic was that neither Mike nor Nancy had ever been
sailing.
Elle invited them to stay for supper and by the time
they left I hoped that I’d never see Mike again, but with his new
“business” only 12 miles East, I just knew I’d be seeing more of him.
Nancy was a nice person and, as they drove away, I remember Elle making
the comment that she felt sorry for her. I’d left all my sign painting
things in the garage and needed to clean the brushes and put them away.
Elle had to put the girls to bed so when I walked into the house I was
surprised to see Elle in one of my T shirts and panties waiting for me. I
went up to her and, as usual when the kids weren’t around, put my hand
between her legs. She was wet... which was an open invitation when the
kids were asleep. We went right up the stairs and finished off a long
day with some pleasurable “entertainment”.
Memorial Day was
actually on Sunday which meant it was celebrated on Monday. I spent most
of Sunday finishing the sign so that I could deliver it on Monday. I
loaded it (4“x8’) into the station wagon about mid morning thinking that
Jon would be done with his milk deliveries by then. When I pulled into
his yard his truck and the station wagon that Ginger drove weren’t
there. The only time I’d been there was to the party they’d hosted and
it had been dark when we arrived. I’d heard so much about their location
I decided to go and take a look for myself. The lot was semi pie
shaped in that there was only about 30 feet fronting on the street but
there was over 100 feet fronting on this small spring fed lake. The
house was at the highest part of the property and from there it
gradually sloped down to the water’s edge. I could easily see why they
compromised on the size of the house to get such a beautiful location.
There were a few small trees between the house and water but not enough
to obstruct the view. Because of the gradual slope they had a deck off
the rear of the house in place of a patio. As I waked back up towards
the house I spied something that really caught my attention... a small
clothes line that ran from the house to a small flag pole attached to
the outer edge of the deck. There were a couple of things hanging off it
and one of them had the distinct look of panties.
When I pulled
into the yard I made the assumption that no one was there but as I
looked up at the clothes line reality took hold so I decided it best if I
go to the front door and knock before climbing the stairs up to the
deck to do an ”inspection“. All the knock got me was the barking of the
dog I didn’t know they had. I waited a few minutes and knocked a second
time only to get the same response. Emboldened by that I headed around
to the back again. I remember going up the stairs two at a time. I wasn’t
worried about the neighbors because the ones to the North were blocked
by a thicket and the house to the South was closer to the road than
Jon’s. I went right for the panties and the first thing was that they
felt a little different than any that I’d felt before. They were
definitely made with a manufactured fabric but it wasn’t the type of
nylon that I was used to. Knowing I didn’t have a lot of time I
unclipped them from the line and looked for the label... another
first... Seampruf. They were size 6 but, as I’ve mentioned before,
Ginger could’ve stood to lose a few pounds. I quickly hung them as i
found them and double timed it back down the stairs. I ended up leaving
the sign leaning against the front porch and headed home, wondering
where she bought the panties. Something new to look for.
To be continued...
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