CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131c)
The rush of blood
to my nether regions also went to my head... which wasn’t good. The
pounding had abated a bit but the excitement of seeing the panties had
my temples pounding again... but I wasn’t about to abandon my quest.
I’ll admit I was a bit disappointed in not seeing the flowered panties
I’d observed on Sabrina just a short time ago. However, I was now up
close to a goodly number of panties that I hoped would reveal some
interesting information. I recognized a few of them as being the
Carter’s ribbed cotton Spanky Pants that Elle wore. But there was a
group that looked like they were also Carter’s panties but they didn’t
have the familiar band leg that I was used to. They had regular elastic
around the leg openings. I carefully removed a pair and, sure enough,
there was the Carter’s label right in the middle of the back panel
elastic. It truly was something new, at least to me. Another thing was
that they all seemed to be new... crispy white with no staining in the
crotch area. As usual, my mind wanted to know just where she’d gotten
them.
Walking back to the house I was really curious as to why
she’d worn the flowered panties that day and if she had more. My head
was back to hurting really bad so after swallowing a few more aspirin I
headed for the recliner in the den. When I woke up it was much later and
as I looked out into the back yard I could see Sabrina’s clothes were
gone. The thing was that Elle and the kids weren’t back yet and I was
actually hungry. I waited until around 6pm before accepting that she
wasn’t coming home to cook. After making myself a couple of peanut
butter and honey sandwiches I headed back to the recliner. When the kids
woke me it was after 8pm. I heard Elle calling them from upstairs to
get ready for bed. I fully expected to see her come down the stairs once
they were there but she never did. That was when I recognized that it
had become a matter of principal for her. I knew I’d been wrong but,
being naturally stubborn, wasn’t going to cave in... at least not yet.
The
silent treatment continued the next morning. There were some words
spoken about what to tell her mother about Kaye’s medications but that
was all. By then I knew it was going to take something monumental to get
her attention. It had been a long time since I’d looked at our
”want/need“ list. Right on top of the ”want“ side was the same item that
had been there since before we bought the house... a pressure cooker.
There was a reason for that. I wanted no part of one even though Elle’s
mother had used one for over 25 years. My fear came from having seen my
mother’s cousin who’d been scalded by one as a young woman. I think I
was about 4 or 5 years old when I saw the scars on her face and it left a
lasting impression. We’d discussed it any number of times and the last
time we did I was about to agree to it... but didn’t. So... I figured
that would be as good an ice breaker as any.
As I looked at the
rest of the list I also saw the last item on the want list was a lawn
swing. For Mother’s Day I’d given her an ”IOU“ in her card. My usual
gift to her had been clothes but with her teaching on a full time basis
she was too occupied to take the time so we’d agreed to wait until
school was over. But, the lawn swing had never been discussed and here
it was, on the list, and with the page from the Sears catalog tucked
under the last page. I was about to put the list back in the drawer when
I decided to take the page with me.
I knew my first priority at
work was to find a replacement for Jerene. What I didn’t expect was to
see Katie, the drive-up window teller, waiting by my desk. She didn’t
waste any time letting me know she wanted to go into Jerene’s place. In
my mind that was not an option. She’d been pressed into service a few
times and it hadn’t gone well. She had a tendency to get flustered when
there were multiple people in line. At the drive-up she could only see
the car in front of her window and she was fine. But, I wasn’t ready to
discuss the matter with her at that time.
No sooner had she
walked away and there appeared Laura with an obvious problem in her
hands. When Jerene’s last pay check had been cut on Friday the $40 she’d
taken was deleted from her net pay. However, Jerene’s cash box was
still missing the $40 and accounting had to get the matter squared away.
I took the papers that Laura had and headed up the stairs to the
accounting department. Bette was on the phone and as I stood waiting for
her, Janet, the woman I’d hired to replace the accounting clerk who’d
decided to retire, walked up to me with a frown saying that we needed to
talk. Here it was only a little after 9am and I’d already been
”attacked“ with three problems.
I got the money problem fixed
with Bette and as I was about to leave her desk she told me that the
clerk who was going to retire had changed her mind. When she announced
it she agreed to stay to teach her replacement the job. But, in the
process decided that she liked the job too much to leave. That gave me a
pretty good clue as to just what Janet’s problem was. But... I was
wrong... at least partly wrong.
When I got Janet aside she told
me that she’d been overheard complaining about the lack of direct
training she was receiving and that J J had approached her about working
for him. I have no idea what my facial expression was like after
hearing that... but I do remember being mad. J J just had a way to stick
his nose into things he had no business in. As I’ve written in prior
posts, J J had been lobbying for a ”floater clerk“. Whereas Hobie
oversaw my area, Bert, the president, oversaw the whole mortgage area
and he’d not approved any additional hiring. J J, by approaching
different employees and offering a position he didn’t have, was creating
a bit of turmoil. When Janice told me I almost got up and charged into J
J’s office... but Janice, seeing my agitation, said she wanted a job
that she could wrap her hands around. It was more of a way to diffuse
the situation when I said that I had a teller’s position available. I
wasn’t expecting any kind of an answer, especially when she smiled and
said ”Why not?“
She hadn’t put it on her resume but, when still
in high school, she’d been a cashier at her parent’s diner during
Summers and on weekends. I ended up telling her that I’d be back to her
because there were ”moving pieces“ that had to be addressed. During the
examination that had just been completed the lead examiner had indicated
that her final report would strongly suggest that the bank hire
additional help in the accounting area. Janet was already there but
obviously dissatisfied. To be safe I felt that I better talk with Hobie
and, possibly, Bert.
The earliest Hobie would be free was after
lunch and he was taking a late one. Bret took the early one leaving me
to go at 12:30pm. My first stop was the appliance store where I’d seen
pressure cookers displayed ever since we’d moved back to the area.
Ironically, there was a street that ended right there at Main Street.
Going North on it a little over two blocks was the school where Elle was
teaching. Looking at the box in my hands I decided that I’d walk up
there and put it in the station wagon so she’d find it when it came time
to go home. I’d originally wanted to see her face when she saw it but,
under the circumstances, thought this to be a better idea.
To be continued...
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