SURVIVING... Same ole, same ole (Part 129g)

SURVIVING... Same ole, same ole (Part 129g)

By the time I got to the barn it was around 1pm and, for the first time since ”B“ and I had started working on the car, all the ”unmarrieds“, Pete, Martin and Tom were there. The new tires that ”B“ had bought were stacked next to the car. I’d told ”B“ what  needed to be accomplished but they were all just standing around. I was a bit upset because I didn’t feel that it was up to me to orchestrate what needed to be done. When I asked why they hadn’t started taking the wheels off the car they just stood there with a sheepish look on their faces. Since mowing the lawn is a mindless task I’d been thinking about the best way to go about dismounting the old tires and mounting the new ones. We didn’t have access to an air pump so I'd ended up calling Cliffy, my racer friend, to ask if we could bring the tires to his father’s service garage to do it. When he’d said ”yes“ I know he didn’t expect to see five guys walk in.

I was the only one of us to have ever done it so, as the other guys struggled with the process, Cliffy stood back and watched with wry smile on his face. After a while he felt sorry for them and, thankfully, jumped in to help them or we would’ve been there all afternoon. While we were there it came to me that we had no rims for spare tires. I asked Cliffy if he still had any that might fit our car (since ”B“ had bought it from his father) but he said he didn’t. Up to then I thought I’d covered everything but it was now obvious that I hadn’t.

When we got back to the barn and I saw the car up on blocks and without wheels it dawned on me that I should probably adjust the brakes. The ”unmarrieds“ were  bored by then and decided to leave. Without their help I had ”B“ get in the car and we ”played“ with the brakes until I saw the time. I’d wanted to bring the car home with me to paint the numbers but it was too late for that... if I wanted Elle to be civil towards me. On the way home I wondered just how much help the ”unmarrieds“ were going to be.

I arrived home within my ”window“ (by 6pm) so I got to eat with the kids. That was something that was important to Elle. Since I was gone so much of the time she wanted me to at least eat with them. I could tell she was clearly not happy with me by the lack of conversation. In a way it seemed somewhat funny that she'd been so ”friendly“ just two nights before. I drew her out a bit and found that Aurelia had called and invited us to her house that night but since there was no way to contact me she had to turn the offer down. To ease the tension I promised that I’d go to church the next day and spend the day with the family. The offer accomplished a bit but not enough for me to even think of ”panty play“.

I don’t know what time it was when the phone rang. Elle and I were both fast asleep and when I picked up the receiver and I was trying to shake the cobwebs out of my head. I knew it was the voice of a female but I couldn’t recognize it. I think I asked who it was a number of times but the person was speaking so fast and panicky I couldn’t make it out. Finally I heard ”Next door! Next door!“ If anyone could’ve seen my eyes about then they would’ve seen them rolled up into my head. I don’t remember what I said but I did get up and dressed. I had a battery operated spot light on the shelf of the downstairs coat closet, grabbed it and headed for the hedge.

Once through it I could see all the lights were lit on the second floor. I found the kitchen door locked so started pounding on it. I don’t remember how long it was before I saw a hall light and then the kitchen light followed. I fully expected to see a ”gloppy“ face walking towards me but it wasn’t. Even from a distance and with somewhat poor lighting I saw a fairly attractive young woman with short dark hair. She was wearing a very sheer nightie that went to just above her knees but I was focused on the look of panic on her face. Her eyes were somewhat ”bugged out“ as she rushed to the door. When she opened it she was clearly not concerned about her appearance.  When I’d tried to understand her on the phone I’d forgotten about her lisp but now, face to face, it was almost like I was listening to a child. I actually had to grab her by her arms and shake at her to calm her down. It took a bit of time but whatever it was that had her frightened was in the attic.

I will admit that I’ve never been a ”macho man“ and be the first to charge into ”battle“, but, by the same token, I’ve never run away either. In situations like that it’s amazing how imagination can override common sense. I didn’t know what words to say to calm her down so kept my mouth shut. There was a fire extinguisher on the counter and as I headed for the stairs I grabbed it. Even though this house was different than mine there was one common thread... the stairs. I got to the door for the attic, hesitated, and then pulled it open. I’d built a trap door at the top of the stairs in my house but when I pointed the light up the stairs I could see the roof rafters. I stood at the bottom and listened, not hearing anything. I didn’t really want to go on up but I did until my eyes were even with the attic floor. I used the light to survey the whole area and there was absolutely nothing to be seen. Emboldened by that I went all the way up and walked the whole area. There was nothing there... not even any residual trash. It was then that I realized that I’d never asked what it was that Sabrina had heard. I’d gone up there blindly, not having a clue as to what I might be looking for. By the time I got back down to the second floor my breathing had become somewhat normal.

Back in the kitchen, Sabrina had gathered a coat to drape over her shoulders grasping it up by the collar. The look of panic was somewhat subdued but the lisp was very pronounced. When she started towards me she let the coat go. I think she was going to give me a hug but I interrupted her thought by telling her that I couldn’t find anything in the attic. That stopped her forward motion. She was maybe four feet away and as I looked at her with the coat now open I could see through her gown and could see the areola of her breasts... and they and her breasts were fairly large. I actually lost my train of thought and when she spoke it sort of stopped me from staring at them. I’m sure she never noticed as she started babbling about the ”noises“ in the attic. I couldn’t get anything more than that out of her. I tried assuring her that there wasn’t anything to be afraid of and as I did I looked at the clock on the wall... 4:30am. I shook my head and headed for the door.  I don’t think I got a ”Thank you“ or anything from her. Walking back into my kitchen I realized I could’ve had a peek into Selina’s bedroom when I’d been upstairs. Another opportunity lost! But, more importantly, my negative thoughts about her from our previous encounter were coming true... and that wasn't a good thing.

To be continued...