MORE CHANGES... and problems (part 132e)
As you can probably
imagine it was an awkward situation. Even though Sabrina had somewhat
relaxed after getting into our kitchen her tenseness returned as when
she started talking. She started pacing as she talked and told us that
she’d driven in to her parents house to spend the day with her mother.
She’d planned to connect with Martin and to drive back with him but
somehow their plan failed so she ended up having dinner with her
parents. The one thing she emphasized was that she wanted to be back
before dark because she feared entering a darkened house. She didn’t go
into detail but had left way later than she expected and got caught up
in weekend traffic (Remember... our area was a Summer destination and
this was a Friday night). She went on to say that when she pulled up the
driveway it was very dark out and she sat in her car for a bit before “making a dash for it”.
Once inside she turned on the kitchen lights. As soon as she did she
heard something and went into a panic. When the phone rang it scared her
again but she answered it. It was her mother calling to find out if
she’d made it back. But, after hanging up she heard more sounds and
that’s when she called the police and then ran back to her car to wait
for them to arrive.
While telling us this she started pacing back
and forth which seemed strange to me. Elle spoke up at that point and
told her she was welcome to stay overnight and then Sabrina started to
cry. Elle, who is not a “hugger”, went over to her and put her arm
around her. At the same time she told me to go watch TV or something...
so that’s what I did. I heard them go upstairs and just waited for Elle
to return to find out what was happening.
It took Elle about a
half hour or so. I remember seeing her eyes roll as she walked up to
where I was seated. It was obvious to me that she had something
interesting to say but was somewhat hesitant to do it. It took some
persuasion for her to open up and, as usual, I had to promise something
(a bribe?) to get her to respond. Sabrina ended up in Kaye’s room which
was right across the hall from ours. Initially, I thought that a bit
strange as the bed and mattress in there had been left behind by the
previous owners. We hadn’t bought a new one for Kaye waiting until we
were sure she could make it through the night without wetting. So when I
gave Elle a quizzical look I remember her smiling back at me. That’s
when it got interesting. Elle decided to come sit in my lap and since
I’d already given up any hope for our private evening I couldn’t figure
out what was going on. It wasn’t for any sexual reason but rather so she
could whisper in my ear and not have Sabrina hear her.
The first
thing she told me was that Sabrina had admitted that she sometimes wet
her bed. When Elle had offered her one of the older girls room and bed
she declined saying that she was concerned that she might “make a mess”.
Elle then told me she, point blank, asked her how. That’s when Sabrina
told her that she sometimes had nightmares and when she did she would
usually wet her bed. With what had happened earlier she was afraid it
would happen that night. That’s when Elle said she offered her Kaye’s
bed saying that there was a plastic sheet already on it. Elle went on
that she wanted to change the sheet before Sabrina used it but she said
it wouldn’t be necessary.
I have to admit I found that news
interesting as I’d thought Sabrina had quite a few panties for the wash
when I’d fixed her washing machine back when she’d moved in. But Elle’s
news didn’t end there. The whole time we’d been talking with her she‘d
been wet having had an accident when she first heard the noise in her
kitchen. My mind immediately went back to when we’d walked from her yard
into mine and I hadn’t noticed anything. Thinking quickly I remembered
that she’d been in the patrol car when I arrived which meant she’d been
sitting and there should’ve been some signs of wetness on the back of
her skirt... but I hadn’t seen anything. Of course, thoughts like that
weren’t on my mind at the time. The final piece of “news” was that after
Elle had given her towels Sabrina asked if she could borrow something
to wear to bed that wouldn’t get “ruined” if she did wet. Hearing that I
couldn’t wait to hear what Elle had given her. I didn’t much care what
she’d chosen for her as a night gown but wanted to know which panties
she’d chosen for her. However, I knew I had to be careful how I asked. I
tried skirting the obvious by saying I hoped that she didn’t give her
something “ratty”, meaning panties that were stained. Elle never paid
much attention to the individual characteristics of the panties she wore
as I pretty much picked them out for her with the exception of her
night time “package”. So. I didn’t get an exact identification but I got
a general idea from where in her panty drawer she’d taken them from. I
wasn’t sure but hoped they might have been a pair of her fancy panties.
Almost all weren’t stained so it made sense for her to chose from that
area.
By then the late news on the TV was over and I was ready for bed.
Elle wanted to make sure Sabrina was asleep before we went upstairs.
When I asked why she told me that Sabrina had almost pleaded for us to
leave our door open. Elle tip toed up the stairs and looked in her open
door and motioned for me to come on up. When I got to the top Elle
wouldn’t let me turn the light on afraid it might wake Sabrina. So, I
got undressed in the dark. It wasn’t until I was trying to get to sleep
that I realized that if Sabrina was in a pair of Elle’s panties that meant her panties had to be somewhere... but where. I thought about getting
up and checking in the bathroom. I quickly dropped that thought because I
never got up during the night even when Elle did. If I did and she
found me missing I knew I couldn’t come up with a reasonable excuse. I
fell asleep hoping for a chance to see them in the morning.
Once
in bed I never gave a thought to the information that Elle had passed
on about the possibility of Sabrina wetting during the night. I'd
promised to hand out Bob's election flyers at the local strip mall so
once I awoke my mind was on that. I'd actually forgotten that Sabrina
was in the room across the hall... until I started for the bathroom. It
was a simultaneous shock to both of us. She had just gotten out of bed
and was standing beside it. Elle had given her one of her knee length
short sleeved nighties and as I took that first glance it looked to be
transparent as I could see her panties through it. We both stood there
for a few seconds before I headed down the hall. As I shut the door to
the bathroom I realized that the reason for the transparency was that
the material was wet. Wearing a pair of boxer shorts there was nothing
to stop the immediate erection. It took a wash cloth soaked in cold
water to remedy that problem. I made a dash back to our room and shut
the door, waking Elle in the process.
She wanted to know what was wrong and all I could answer was that Sabrina was awake.
To be continued...
Friday, May 29, 2015
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
MORE CHANGES... and problems (Part 132d)
MORE CHANGES... and problems (Part 132d)
It was time for reminiscing at the restaurant. In the little foyer area inside the front door were pictures of my old race car. They brought back some good memories. Elle and I hadn’t been out to eat in ages and even though I’d seen Cliff and his wife a few times at the post office I’d never been there to eat. He and his wife ran the kitchen and I stuck my head in to say ”Hi!“. When i did I was reminded that they lived in our town and had kids in school as well. After the inane greeting pleasantries we all go through I asked if he was planning on voting at the school board election. He shook his head and said there wasn’t time in his busy schedule. I asked if he realized that most of the text books that the school was using were ten years old or older. He gave me a look that said ”So what?“. My answer was that our kids were being cheated and told him about Bob’s campaign and the push to make changes at the school. It was his wife that spoke up and asked exactly what Bob’s plan was. I knew they were very busy so I told him I’d stop by the next day before they opened.
We were eating when in walked Nanci and her husband, Fritz. I found that ironic having just spent a few minutes haranguing Cliff about the upcoming vote. Nanci had some more news on the rumor that had been passed around that Bob was moving to Texas.The school board member who Jon (the milkman) had replaced came in to the office along with the incumbent member who was running for re-election and Nanci overheard them talking. The one who’d been replaced told the other that Joe (Polak Joe) had his ”boys "working on Texas” for him. Nanci said her ears perked up as soon as she heard it.
By the time we finished dinner we’d made the decision to go to Bob’s house and to try and get as many members of the “group” together for one last time before the election. We knew Bob was scheduled to be at the post office before 8am the next day but the four of us thought there had to be something else we could do, especially on Monday, the day before the election.
It was a good thing I felt strongly about getting changes made on the school board because the latest development definitely threw a wrench in my plans for the evening. Fritz called Phyl, Bob’s wife, to tell her that we were on our way and for her to try and reach some of the others. It also threw a curve to Elle as well because she was now wearing her spare “dribble panties” and told me they weren’t in any shape to go visiting. She hadn’t worn or brought a pair of sanitary panties with the plastic crotch because when she left home at 8am she thought she’d be home by 1pm. As Fritz made the call Elle sent me out to my car for the panties I always kept for an emergency. They were an old pair of the heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky pants and as I carried them inside I couldn’t help but wonder just what Gina and Jerene had talked about when they’d met up the previous weekend. I knew I wasn’t going to be the one to bring the subject up though.
Nine people ended up at Bob’s house and it was decided to go back to the phones on Monday evening using the list of parents that Nanci had been able to sneak out of the school office. A number of us who’d made the original calls made notations on how the people we’d talked to responded. I was concerned that if we called people who had indicated a positive feeling a second time they might just get annoyed and stay away. So, rather than “sell” Bob a second time it was agreed to limit the calls to just getting out the vote.
Elle was glad that it hadn’t taken all that long to come up with our game plan. We still had two vehicles and as we got to the station wagon she felt a dribble. Taking a chance I told her to just let it go. I remember her looking around to see where the other cars were parked and where the other people were she obliged me... but wouldn’t let me touch her. The thought of what she’d done was enough for me to have a pretty significant bulge as I slid behind the wheel of my car.
Approaching out house I saw the flashing lights of a patrol car in front of what I thought was our house. However, as I got closer it was evident that it was in front of Sabrina’s house. Pulling up the drive I could see flashing lights in her back yard as well. I let Elle into the house and then ducked through the hedge to find out what was happening. It appeared that lights were on in all the rooms as I approached. The kitchen door was open and as I walked up the steps I saw a cop standing just inside. I recognized him as Ed, the brother of my farmer neighbor on the other side, and asked about the problem. He said they’d gotten a call of an intruder in the house but had found no signs of anyone. He added that he and the other cop had checked the exterior doors and all the windows but found no signs of forced entry. Then I asked where Sabrina was and he pointed to his patrol car. As I started out the door he said that he was finished and that the lady should come back in.
I went to get Sabrina and could easily see she was frightened. She wasn’t crying but had her arms folded across her chest and her hands just under her chin. Reluctantly, she exited the car and I led her back to the house. Ed gave her a copy of his report and told her that no one was found and that everything appeared to be OK. I don’t thing Sabrina said a word and as soon as the two men left she turned to me and, with a pleading look on her face, asked if she could spend the night at my house. I certainly wasn’t expecting that so I reacted by saying that she could without even thinking of Elle. She wanted to leave immediately and when I asked about leaving all the lights on she said it didn’t matter.
There was enough light emanating from her house to give us a clear path to the opening in the hedge. It was as I followed her through the opening that I first paid any attention to what she was wearing. It was a short Summer dress with cap sleeves and as she ducked though the opening the hem of it caught on one of the boughs of the hedge. It was enough to offer some resistance and she let out a little scream. She quickly turned to look at me as if to say “Why did you do that?” But when she saw that I was easily four to five more feet behind her she turned back and continued towards my kitchen door. It was now very obvious that she was scared almost out of her mind.
As I said, I never gave Elle a thought when I told Sabrina she could stay with us. I told her to just walk on in. I followed and what I saw was Elle standing there by the refrigerator in a short nightie and still wearing the old Carter’s Spanky pants that she wet for me as we left Bob and Phyl’s house. The wetness had wicked it’s way halfway to her waist and was very noticeable. It was her turn to scream and as she did she ran into the dining room. I have no idea what thoughts were going through Sabrina’s mind at that time but I’d be willing to bet they weren’t about being afraid.
Elle, now hiding in the dining room, angrily demanded to know what was going on. I left Sabrina and went in to see Elle. She was standing there with her hands crossed in front of her groin trying to hide the wetness. I pretty much knew she wasn’t going to like anything I had to say but went ahead anyway. With a look of resignation on her face she turned and went upstairs saying she was going to change and would be right back down. My next step was to try and mitigate the situation to Sabrina. It would’ve been easier if I could’ve told her about Elle’s “problem” but I couldn’t come up with anything so told her that she’d be right down. I did notice that Sabrina had somewhat relaxed by then.
It seemed like forever for Elle to return and when she did she had on a light robe. I have to admit I wondered just what she was wearing underneath. Elle urged Sabrina to have a seat at the kitchen table but she said she’d rather stand. So, the three of us stood there in the middle of the kitchen floor as Sabrina started to tell us what had happened.
To be continued...
It was time for reminiscing at the restaurant. In the little foyer area inside the front door were pictures of my old race car. They brought back some good memories. Elle and I hadn’t been out to eat in ages and even though I’d seen Cliff and his wife a few times at the post office I’d never been there to eat. He and his wife ran the kitchen and I stuck my head in to say ”Hi!“. When i did I was reminded that they lived in our town and had kids in school as well. After the inane greeting pleasantries we all go through I asked if he was planning on voting at the school board election. He shook his head and said there wasn’t time in his busy schedule. I asked if he realized that most of the text books that the school was using were ten years old or older. He gave me a look that said ”So what?“. My answer was that our kids were being cheated and told him about Bob’s campaign and the push to make changes at the school. It was his wife that spoke up and asked exactly what Bob’s plan was. I knew they were very busy so I told him I’d stop by the next day before they opened.
We were eating when in walked Nanci and her husband, Fritz. I found that ironic having just spent a few minutes haranguing Cliff about the upcoming vote. Nanci had some more news on the rumor that had been passed around that Bob was moving to Texas.The school board member who Jon (the milkman) had replaced came in to the office along with the incumbent member who was running for re-election and Nanci overheard them talking. The one who’d been replaced told the other that Joe (Polak Joe) had his ”boys "working on Texas” for him. Nanci said her ears perked up as soon as she heard it.
By the time we finished dinner we’d made the decision to go to Bob’s house and to try and get as many members of the “group” together for one last time before the election. We knew Bob was scheduled to be at the post office before 8am the next day but the four of us thought there had to be something else we could do, especially on Monday, the day before the election.
It was a good thing I felt strongly about getting changes made on the school board because the latest development definitely threw a wrench in my plans for the evening. Fritz called Phyl, Bob’s wife, to tell her that we were on our way and for her to try and reach some of the others. It also threw a curve to Elle as well because she was now wearing her spare “dribble panties” and told me they weren’t in any shape to go visiting. She hadn’t worn or brought a pair of sanitary panties with the plastic crotch because when she left home at 8am she thought she’d be home by 1pm. As Fritz made the call Elle sent me out to my car for the panties I always kept for an emergency. They were an old pair of the heavy cotton Carter’s Spanky pants and as I carried them inside I couldn’t help but wonder just what Gina and Jerene had talked about when they’d met up the previous weekend. I knew I wasn’t going to be the one to bring the subject up though.
Nine people ended up at Bob’s house and it was decided to go back to the phones on Monday evening using the list of parents that Nanci had been able to sneak out of the school office. A number of us who’d made the original calls made notations on how the people we’d talked to responded. I was concerned that if we called people who had indicated a positive feeling a second time they might just get annoyed and stay away. So, rather than “sell” Bob a second time it was agreed to limit the calls to just getting out the vote.
Elle was glad that it hadn’t taken all that long to come up with our game plan. We still had two vehicles and as we got to the station wagon she felt a dribble. Taking a chance I told her to just let it go. I remember her looking around to see where the other cars were parked and where the other people were she obliged me... but wouldn’t let me touch her. The thought of what she’d done was enough for me to have a pretty significant bulge as I slid behind the wheel of my car.
Approaching out house I saw the flashing lights of a patrol car in front of what I thought was our house. However, as I got closer it was evident that it was in front of Sabrina’s house. Pulling up the drive I could see flashing lights in her back yard as well. I let Elle into the house and then ducked through the hedge to find out what was happening. It appeared that lights were on in all the rooms as I approached. The kitchen door was open and as I walked up the steps I saw a cop standing just inside. I recognized him as Ed, the brother of my farmer neighbor on the other side, and asked about the problem. He said they’d gotten a call of an intruder in the house but had found no signs of anyone. He added that he and the other cop had checked the exterior doors and all the windows but found no signs of forced entry. Then I asked where Sabrina was and he pointed to his patrol car. As I started out the door he said that he was finished and that the lady should come back in.
I went to get Sabrina and could easily see she was frightened. She wasn’t crying but had her arms folded across her chest and her hands just under her chin. Reluctantly, she exited the car and I led her back to the house. Ed gave her a copy of his report and told her that no one was found and that everything appeared to be OK. I don’t thing Sabrina said a word and as soon as the two men left she turned to me and, with a pleading look on her face, asked if she could spend the night at my house. I certainly wasn’t expecting that so I reacted by saying that she could without even thinking of Elle. She wanted to leave immediately and when I asked about leaving all the lights on she said it didn’t matter.
There was enough light emanating from her house to give us a clear path to the opening in the hedge. It was as I followed her through the opening that I first paid any attention to what she was wearing. It was a short Summer dress with cap sleeves and as she ducked though the opening the hem of it caught on one of the boughs of the hedge. It was enough to offer some resistance and she let out a little scream. She quickly turned to look at me as if to say “Why did you do that?” But when she saw that I was easily four to five more feet behind her she turned back and continued towards my kitchen door. It was now very obvious that she was scared almost out of her mind.
As I said, I never gave Elle a thought when I told Sabrina she could stay with us. I told her to just walk on in. I followed and what I saw was Elle standing there by the refrigerator in a short nightie and still wearing the old Carter’s Spanky pants that she wet for me as we left Bob and Phyl’s house. The wetness had wicked it’s way halfway to her waist and was very noticeable. It was her turn to scream and as she did she ran into the dining room. I have no idea what thoughts were going through Sabrina’s mind at that time but I’d be willing to bet they weren’t about being afraid.
Elle, now hiding in the dining room, angrily demanded to know what was going on. I left Sabrina and went in to see Elle. She was standing there with her hands crossed in front of her groin trying to hide the wetness. I pretty much knew she wasn’t going to like anything I had to say but went ahead anyway. With a look of resignation on her face she turned and went upstairs saying she was going to change and would be right back down. My next step was to try and mitigate the situation to Sabrina. It would’ve been easier if I could’ve told her about Elle’s “problem” but I couldn’t come up with anything so told her that she’d be right down. I did notice that Sabrina had somewhat relaxed by then.
It seemed like forever for Elle to return and when she did she had on a light robe. I have to admit I wondered just what she was wearing underneath. Elle urged Sabrina to have a seat at the kitchen table but she said she’d rather stand. So, the three of us stood there in the middle of the kitchen floor as Sabrina started to tell us what had happened.
To be continued...
Monday, May 25, 2015
MORE CHANGES... and problems (Part 132c)
MORE CHANGES... and problems (Part 132c)
I honestly don’t remember my reaction to his words but I probably wouldn’t be far off if I said had a big smile on my face. What I do remember was getting up and motioning for him to follow me as I walked to the back work area. There wasn’t anyone there so I stopped by the top of the stairway to the basement. Bret’s first words were to ask if I’d hired them and I nodded my head affirmatively. That brought an even bigger smile to his face as he made a comment saying that had been quite a show. I couldn’t disagree.
Bret had shown signs of being somewhat of a ”panty man“ in the past and I’d been reluctant to engage him in conversation about it because of my involvement with his wife and panties when she lived at my grandfather’s house. I didn’t think his wife would’ve mentioned it to him and I didn’t want it to become a topic of conversation where I might "slip". So... after I’d noticed he had an interest in panty peeks I’d let him know if I spied one and would point him in the right direction... but that was about it. However, this past one was more than a casual peek. It was pretty big... both in time and in what was visible. Again, I don’t remember my exact words but it was something along the line that I didn’t believe my eyes and I know I was shaking my head as I told him. I also remember telling him that I hoped that it wasn’t a mistake hiring them. Just before we headed back to our desks Bret sort of sheepishly asked if I’d seen anything from the blonde and I just shook my head from side to side.
That Friday was the last day of school and Elle only had a half day. It was the same for our kids but her mother had picked them up at school and had them at her house so Elle made a rare trip down town and stopped in to see me. She’d put off shopping for Summer clothes for the kids because she’d been so busy and thought it would be a good time to see what was out there. I’d opened a charge account with the new department store in town back when I’d helped Laura out with some new clothes but hadn’t used it in a while so told her to go there. They had kids clothes as well as clothes for her but I told her to ”be reasonable“. That brought out a smirky type smile on her face. I honestly hoped she would.
It’d been a week since I’d called my friend Willie, the guy who owned/ran a lingerie company in New Orleans and I hadn’t heard from him. I didn’t want to be a PITA (pain in the ass) so debated with myself on weather to call again. It wasn’t all that important as all I wanted from him was to know if he’d be coming North during the Summer. If he was I wanted to talk with him on the possibility of manufacturing ”dribble panties“ with a plastic crotch as had been suggested by Ginger’s doctor. I still didn’t think it was viable but it was definitely worth asking about. With a slow afternoon I decided to make the call. I got his secretary and I could hardly decipher her Southern accent. I thought she was telling me he was away on a business trip so just left another message.
Having seen Elle earlier in the afternoon she was the last person I thought I’d see in the bank again. When she appeared at the gate she had a somewhat familiar face with her. I knew I’d seen her before but just couldn’t put a name with the face. Elle helped me out by saying something along the lines of ”You remember Karen... from Sunday school... don’t you?“ Then it came back to me and that Jay and I’d built one of our crooked playhouses for her sister when I still lived at the mobile home park. Karen was somewhat embarrassed as Elle brought me up to date on her life. A college senior, she was home for a short while before heading off to Summer school. I’d told Elle about the problems with finding temporary help as a matter of conversation and when she heard Karen was only going to be around for a short time convinced her to come to see me at the bank.
By then it was almost 5pm and it was Bret’s turn to work late. I escorted Karen to the side chair at my desk and asked Elle if she thought her mother would keep the kids for the night. I thought we might celebrate the end of Elle’s teaching year by going out to eat and then, at home, have a nice evening all to ourselves. At first she didn’t think it was a good idea but quickly changed her mind. I had Trish dial up Elle’s mother to see if she could arrange it while I attended to Karen.
The main reason I didn’t recognize her at first was that she’d cut her hair very short. That, and maturity, had changed the way her face looked. In speaking with her it was obvious she wasn’t a teen ager anymore. It had been at least four, if not more, years since I last seen her and she was now ”filled out“ as well. In asking her about her interest in working she said she’d not given any thought to it until meeting Elle. I gave her a brief run down of what I was looking for and she seemed interested. As we talked I noticed that she had her knees spread apart with her shoes touching. There was nothing for me to see because she wasn’t really facing me but I thought it a bit strange. She finally said she’d think about it and would call on Monday. While talking with her I was really hoping she’d accept the offer because she would provide some needed ”balance“ to the two teens I’d hired.
Elle had convinced her mother to keep the kids. When she told me I thought her to be a little ”giddy“. We weren’t even out the door when I found out why. She ”suggested“ that ”we“ might go look at an outfit she’d seen when shopping for the kids but, with my admonition to ”be reasonable“, she hadn’t bought it. However, she’d learned to play the ”game“ when it came to clothes for her. A little ”wet play“ and a ”promise“ was usually enough for her to get what she wanted. We put the things she already bought into her car and then walked to the store.
It was a knit shorts, slacks and top set. She loved white shorts and pants with colorful tops and what she’d picked out fit that description. I’ll admit that my usual first thought was about the cost but knowing that we’d be alone that night put all kinds of positive thoughts in place... and I said ”OK“. Since we had two vehicles I told her to go on ahead and I’d meet her at the restaurant that the guy who drove my racecar when I was back in high school now owned and ran. In my rush to leave I’d forgotten some things I wanted for the upcoming school board election. It was just 6pm when I walked in the back door. Gina called me over as I walked past her window. I figured I was in for some kind of a jibe but drifted over towards her anyway. She wanted to know if the woman I had walked out with was my wife. When I nodded yes she smiled and gave me a thumbs up... definitely not what I’d expected at all.
To be continued...
I honestly don’t remember my reaction to his words but I probably wouldn’t be far off if I said had a big smile on my face. What I do remember was getting up and motioning for him to follow me as I walked to the back work area. There wasn’t anyone there so I stopped by the top of the stairway to the basement. Bret’s first words were to ask if I’d hired them and I nodded my head affirmatively. That brought an even bigger smile to his face as he made a comment saying that had been quite a show. I couldn’t disagree.
Bret had shown signs of being somewhat of a ”panty man“ in the past and I’d been reluctant to engage him in conversation about it because of my involvement with his wife and panties when she lived at my grandfather’s house. I didn’t think his wife would’ve mentioned it to him and I didn’t want it to become a topic of conversation where I might "slip". So... after I’d noticed he had an interest in panty peeks I’d let him know if I spied one and would point him in the right direction... but that was about it. However, this past one was more than a casual peek. It was pretty big... both in time and in what was visible. Again, I don’t remember my exact words but it was something along the line that I didn’t believe my eyes and I know I was shaking my head as I told him. I also remember telling him that I hoped that it wasn’t a mistake hiring them. Just before we headed back to our desks Bret sort of sheepishly asked if I’d seen anything from the blonde and I just shook my head from side to side.
That Friday was the last day of school and Elle only had a half day. It was the same for our kids but her mother had picked them up at school and had them at her house so Elle made a rare trip down town and stopped in to see me. She’d put off shopping for Summer clothes for the kids because she’d been so busy and thought it would be a good time to see what was out there. I’d opened a charge account with the new department store in town back when I’d helped Laura out with some new clothes but hadn’t used it in a while so told her to go there. They had kids clothes as well as clothes for her but I told her to ”be reasonable“. That brought out a smirky type smile on her face. I honestly hoped she would.
It’d been a week since I’d called my friend Willie, the guy who owned/ran a lingerie company in New Orleans and I hadn’t heard from him. I didn’t want to be a PITA (pain in the ass) so debated with myself on weather to call again. It wasn’t all that important as all I wanted from him was to know if he’d be coming North during the Summer. If he was I wanted to talk with him on the possibility of manufacturing ”dribble panties“ with a plastic crotch as had been suggested by Ginger’s doctor. I still didn’t think it was viable but it was definitely worth asking about. With a slow afternoon I decided to make the call. I got his secretary and I could hardly decipher her Southern accent. I thought she was telling me he was away on a business trip so just left another message.
Having seen Elle earlier in the afternoon she was the last person I thought I’d see in the bank again. When she appeared at the gate she had a somewhat familiar face with her. I knew I’d seen her before but just couldn’t put a name with the face. Elle helped me out by saying something along the lines of ”You remember Karen... from Sunday school... don’t you?“ Then it came back to me and that Jay and I’d built one of our crooked playhouses for her sister when I still lived at the mobile home park. Karen was somewhat embarrassed as Elle brought me up to date on her life. A college senior, she was home for a short while before heading off to Summer school. I’d told Elle about the problems with finding temporary help as a matter of conversation and when she heard Karen was only going to be around for a short time convinced her to come to see me at the bank.
By then it was almost 5pm and it was Bret’s turn to work late. I escorted Karen to the side chair at my desk and asked Elle if she thought her mother would keep the kids for the night. I thought we might celebrate the end of Elle’s teaching year by going out to eat and then, at home, have a nice evening all to ourselves. At first she didn’t think it was a good idea but quickly changed her mind. I had Trish dial up Elle’s mother to see if she could arrange it while I attended to Karen.
The main reason I didn’t recognize her at first was that she’d cut her hair very short. That, and maturity, had changed the way her face looked. In speaking with her it was obvious she wasn’t a teen ager anymore. It had been at least four, if not more, years since I last seen her and she was now ”filled out“ as well. In asking her about her interest in working she said she’d not given any thought to it until meeting Elle. I gave her a brief run down of what I was looking for and she seemed interested. As we talked I noticed that she had her knees spread apart with her shoes touching. There was nothing for me to see because she wasn’t really facing me but I thought it a bit strange. She finally said she’d think about it and would call on Monday. While talking with her I was really hoping she’d accept the offer because she would provide some needed ”balance“ to the two teens I’d hired.
Elle had convinced her mother to keep the kids. When she told me I thought her to be a little ”giddy“. We weren’t even out the door when I found out why. She ”suggested“ that ”we“ might go look at an outfit she’d seen when shopping for the kids but, with my admonition to ”be reasonable“, she hadn’t bought it. However, she’d learned to play the ”game“ when it came to clothes for her. A little ”wet play“ and a ”promise“ was usually enough for her to get what she wanted. We put the things she already bought into her car and then walked to the store.
It was a knit shorts, slacks and top set. She loved white shorts and pants with colorful tops and what she’d picked out fit that description. I’ll admit that my usual first thought was about the cost but knowing that we’d be alone that night put all kinds of positive thoughts in place... and I said ”OK“. Since we had two vehicles I told her to go on ahead and I’d meet her at the restaurant that the guy who drove my racecar when I was back in high school now owned and ran. In my rush to leave I’d forgotten some things I wanted for the upcoming school board election. It was just 6pm when I walked in the back door. Gina called me over as I walked past her window. I figured I was in for some kind of a jibe but drifted over towards her anyway. She wanted to know if the woman I had walked out with was my wife. When I nodded yes she smiled and gave me a thumbs up... definitely not what I’d expected at all.
To be continued...
Friday, May 22, 2015
MORE CHANGES... and problems (Part 132b)
MORE CHANGES... and problems (Part 132b)
He’d hardly begun to speak when I spit into the phone ”Not now! I’m doing an interview!“ He immediately shouted back that he knew and wanted to interview her. By then I was almost livid but was trying to control myself in front of the girl. I was almost yelling into the handset when I asked ”WHY?... You don’t have a vacancy?“ Then I heard him say something like I do now and then he hung up. I didn’t know what to think at that point but I knew I didn’t like the idea of this naive young girl with literally no social skills going upstairs to be interviewed by J J. Hobie was talking with a customer at Cara’s window so I excused myself and went over to wait for him to be finished. Knowing about his relationship with Joanie’s parents I wanted to make him aware that she was going upstairs.
It took a few minutes for Hobie to finish up but as soon as I told him about J J he said he take her up to see him. I would’ve loved to have been there when he walked in to J J’s office with Joanie. I didn’t expect him to be gone for so long and to return with Joanie. He turned her over to me by telling me that she was our newest employee and to get all her paperwork completed. I was dumbfounded. From the time he told me she was coming in to the time he told me she was a new employee it had only been about four hours. I asked her what she’d be doing and I’ll always remember the look on her face when she just shrugged her shoulders. I couldn’t help thinking this situation was like leading a lamb to slaughter.
I got all the necessary paperwork filled out and told Joanie to be back at 9am in a week. She hadn’t even gone through the gate when Bret was by my desk asking if he’d heard right and that she was going to work for J J. When I acknowledged that as fact Bret just shook his head in disbelief. We’d talked about J J’s proclivity for young females but none had been as young or as inexperienced in the workplace as Joanie. To me, it was a BIG mistake.
Other than a few glances at Gina, and the resulting return grin, it was a slow day. I made a point of avoiding going up to the second floor because I knew J J would let me know he won the battle. When 5pm arrived the last thing I expected was to have Hobie stop by my desk. He proceeded to tell me what had transpired when he took Joanie up to meet J J. Long story short... he let J J know that he didn’t want to hear of any ”funny stuff“ going on with her and that he needed to come up with a job description for her before she started. He told me that he wasn’t convinced that the position was warranted but since Bert had approved it... well, he better make use of it. I immediately felt better but made a vow to myself to keep on top of it. I felt that Lena, Bert’s secretary, would take an interest in her if asked.
At work, Gina kept me on edge for the rest of the week. I was waiting for her to make some sort of comment but all I got (saw) was this same ”knowing“ smile. It was very uncomfortable. If there was one positive about Joanie’s hiring it was that it gave me an idea for who to try and hire for the new account/gift campaign at the end of the month... high schoolers. I made contact with the guidance department and explained what my needs were. The man said he had two kids who should fit and would send them down Friday afternoon, the last day before graduation.
It was about mid afternoon when I saw two very young looking girls standing by the gate talking with Trish. I’d forewarned her to expect a couple of applicants. I was on the phone so just watched as she led them over to the two chairs we used for platform customers who were waiting to be served. It was somewhat amusing... almost like a female Mutt and Jeff... as one was at least 4 or more inches taller than the other. The other physical differences were that the tall girl was very thin with dark hair almost down to her waist while the shorter one had a lot more ”form“ and had short blonde hair. All that was noted by me but what really got my attention were their dresses. The tall girl had on a dark blue dress with a very high waist line. The shorter one wore a flowered one with pleats in the skirt. As Trish pointed to the chairs I envisioned a possible peek from each.
I was actually talking (and concentrating) on the phone when the girls took their seats so I missed that chance. After hanging up I turned my chair to face them and asked them to come on over. As the tall girl started to get up she spread her knees just a bit and I got just a hint of a peek. Since there was only one side chair for my desk I asked the tall girl to drag her chair on over. To do so she turned around and bent over a bit to grab the arms of it. Now, if you remember back to my discovery about tennis dresses and that when a girl/woman bent over the back hem would almost always ride up. This was no tennis dress that she was wearing but I witnessed the same effect. What I saw was at least two inches of a her light blue panties as she sort of wiggled the chair over to my desk. It was way more than I could’ve hoped for. Once she was settled I turned to the other girl hoping for something from her. However, she had her hands folded in her lap thereby holding the hem down and blocking any chance.
Lillian was the name of the tall girl. Not particularly pretty, she did have a cuteness about her. The smile was uneven but not offputting. She also did not come across as nervous... all favorable points for what I envisioned her to be doing. Fran was the blonde girl. She was way cuter but seemed a bit in awe of the bank setting. I was surprised when she told me that it was actually her first time in a bank. Her voice seemed to exude a bit of nervousness when she was answering my questions but when the two girls were talking to each other there was a calmness to it. They told me that they’d been friends since grade school and had a goal of working together for as long as they could. After about ten minutes I told them that they would continue to be able to do just that. I told them they should show up for training on the last Monday of the month and then called Trish over to see that they completed their applications. Trish motioned for them to follow her and as she did Lillian stood up, turned and bent over to pick the chair up to return it to where she’d gotten it from. My face was less than three feet from her backside. The hem of her dress rode up to just over the crotch line of her panties and I was mesmerized. It was for only a few seconds but what a few seconds it was!
Trish then took them out into the lobby so they could use the check writing desks to fill out their applications forms. I don’t think they had gotten through the gate when Bret was up against the front of my desk and if I said his tongue was hanging out of his mouth I wouldn’t have been far wrong. I don’t remember his exact comment but it was along the lines of ”Holy shit! Did you see that?“
To be continued...
He’d hardly begun to speak when I spit into the phone ”Not now! I’m doing an interview!“ He immediately shouted back that he knew and wanted to interview her. By then I was almost livid but was trying to control myself in front of the girl. I was almost yelling into the handset when I asked ”WHY?... You don’t have a vacancy?“ Then I heard him say something like I do now and then he hung up. I didn’t know what to think at that point but I knew I didn’t like the idea of this naive young girl with literally no social skills going upstairs to be interviewed by J J. Hobie was talking with a customer at Cara’s window so I excused myself and went over to wait for him to be finished. Knowing about his relationship with Joanie’s parents I wanted to make him aware that she was going upstairs.
It took a few minutes for Hobie to finish up but as soon as I told him about J J he said he take her up to see him. I would’ve loved to have been there when he walked in to J J’s office with Joanie. I didn’t expect him to be gone for so long and to return with Joanie. He turned her over to me by telling me that she was our newest employee and to get all her paperwork completed. I was dumbfounded. From the time he told me she was coming in to the time he told me she was a new employee it had only been about four hours. I asked her what she’d be doing and I’ll always remember the look on her face when she just shrugged her shoulders. I couldn’t help thinking this situation was like leading a lamb to slaughter.
I got all the necessary paperwork filled out and told Joanie to be back at 9am in a week. She hadn’t even gone through the gate when Bret was by my desk asking if he’d heard right and that she was going to work for J J. When I acknowledged that as fact Bret just shook his head in disbelief. We’d talked about J J’s proclivity for young females but none had been as young or as inexperienced in the workplace as Joanie. To me, it was a BIG mistake.
Other than a few glances at Gina, and the resulting return grin, it was a slow day. I made a point of avoiding going up to the second floor because I knew J J would let me know he won the battle. When 5pm arrived the last thing I expected was to have Hobie stop by my desk. He proceeded to tell me what had transpired when he took Joanie up to meet J J. Long story short... he let J J know that he didn’t want to hear of any ”funny stuff“ going on with her and that he needed to come up with a job description for her before she started. He told me that he wasn’t convinced that the position was warranted but since Bert had approved it... well, he better make use of it. I immediately felt better but made a vow to myself to keep on top of it. I felt that Lena, Bert’s secretary, would take an interest in her if asked.
At work, Gina kept me on edge for the rest of the week. I was waiting for her to make some sort of comment but all I got (saw) was this same ”knowing“ smile. It was very uncomfortable. If there was one positive about Joanie’s hiring it was that it gave me an idea for who to try and hire for the new account/gift campaign at the end of the month... high schoolers. I made contact with the guidance department and explained what my needs were. The man said he had two kids who should fit and would send them down Friday afternoon, the last day before graduation.
It was about mid afternoon when I saw two very young looking girls standing by the gate talking with Trish. I’d forewarned her to expect a couple of applicants. I was on the phone so just watched as she led them over to the two chairs we used for platform customers who were waiting to be served. It was somewhat amusing... almost like a female Mutt and Jeff... as one was at least 4 or more inches taller than the other. The other physical differences were that the tall girl was very thin with dark hair almost down to her waist while the shorter one had a lot more ”form“ and had short blonde hair. All that was noted by me but what really got my attention were their dresses. The tall girl had on a dark blue dress with a very high waist line. The shorter one wore a flowered one with pleats in the skirt. As Trish pointed to the chairs I envisioned a possible peek from each.
I was actually talking (and concentrating) on the phone when the girls took their seats so I missed that chance. After hanging up I turned my chair to face them and asked them to come on over. As the tall girl started to get up she spread her knees just a bit and I got just a hint of a peek. Since there was only one side chair for my desk I asked the tall girl to drag her chair on over. To do so she turned around and bent over a bit to grab the arms of it. Now, if you remember back to my discovery about tennis dresses and that when a girl/woman bent over the back hem would almost always ride up. This was no tennis dress that she was wearing but I witnessed the same effect. What I saw was at least two inches of a her light blue panties as she sort of wiggled the chair over to my desk. It was way more than I could’ve hoped for. Once she was settled I turned to the other girl hoping for something from her. However, she had her hands folded in her lap thereby holding the hem down and blocking any chance.
Lillian was the name of the tall girl. Not particularly pretty, she did have a cuteness about her. The smile was uneven but not offputting. She also did not come across as nervous... all favorable points for what I envisioned her to be doing. Fran was the blonde girl. She was way cuter but seemed a bit in awe of the bank setting. I was surprised when she told me that it was actually her first time in a bank. Her voice seemed to exude a bit of nervousness when she was answering my questions but when the two girls were talking to each other there was a calmness to it. They told me that they’d been friends since grade school and had a goal of working together for as long as they could. After about ten minutes I told them that they would continue to be able to do just that. I told them they should show up for training on the last Monday of the month and then called Trish over to see that they completed their applications. Trish motioned for them to follow her and as she did Lillian stood up, turned and bent over to pick the chair up to return it to where she’d gotten it from. My face was less than three feet from her backside. The hem of her dress rode up to just over the crotch line of her panties and I was mesmerized. It was for only a few seconds but what a few seconds it was!
Trish then took them out into the lobby so they could use the check writing desks to fill out their applications forms. I don’t think they had gotten through the gate when Bret was up against the front of my desk and if I said his tongue was hanging out of his mouth I wouldn’t have been far wrong. I don’t remember his exact comment but it was along the lines of ”Holy shit! Did you see that?“
To be continued...
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
MORE CHANGES... and problems (Part 132a)
MORE CHANGES... and problems (Part 132a)
After supper I got a call from Bob with some information on the possible source of the rumor about him moving to Texas. One of his neighbors stopped by to tell him that a person who lived in their neighborhood had been going door to door encouraging people not to vote for him since he would soon be moving. Bob’s neighbor wouldn’t tell him exactly who it was but gave him a couple of hints. Of course I was curious and when I asked him who he thought it was he seemed somewhat reluctant to give the name up. I asked him why and his response was such that I asked him why he’d brought it up in the first place if he wasn’t going to tell me. After a few seconds of silence he responded by saying that he didn’t have any real proof and just had the word of the neighbor. I told him to tell me or to hang up.
“Polak Joe” was all he said. That was a real shock for two big reasons. One, of course, was because he’d just been named a Trustee of the bank where I worked. The second was that he had young kids in the school. Most of Bob's recognized opposition was coming from older residents who no longer had “skin in the game” as their kids had moved on. Why would he be against improving the school curriculum which was the election platform Bob was espousing. I raised that point and Bob added that he’d bought the property for his house from him and, although not bosom buddies, had gotten along with him without any known problem. We talked for a while and we decided the best way for him to handle the situation was to continue doing what he was doing and that was to get out in front of as many people as possible. He agreed and said he would probably take the day before the election off and camp out in front of the post office again.
When it had been confirmed that "Polak Joe“ had been added to the Board at the bank I was concerned but couldn’t come up with a specific reason why. I was just uncomfortable about the man and this only added to my discomfort. I lay in bed for quite a while wondering about the man’s motives.
All employees entered the bank at the back door where Hank, the messenger/custodian, let them in. Everybody who worked on the first floor entered the work area though a shoulder high electronically controlled door located located just inside. Until the bank was opened to the public it was propped open. The only ones not to go through that opening were the officers (Hobie, Bret and I) who walked across the main lobby as it was a quicker route to our desks. I was at my desk and sorting through my ”DayPlanner“ when I looked up and saw Gina walking across the lobby towards the gate into our work area. The look on her face was very similar to the one she wore as she left on Friday afternoon and she was looking straight at me. It pretty much told me that she had gleaned some ”dirt“ about me when she met with Jerene. I looked away and then quickly realized that by so doing I was admitting guilt... but I didn’t know exactly for what... and that bothered me. After opening the gate she never stopped but just kept on walking back to her window. I remember wondering what she might say or do next as I watched her put her personal things away.
I didn’t have much time to contemplate that thought as Hobie walked through the gate and sat down in the side chair by my desk. He never did that. Even if he wanted to speak to me first thing he’d always go to his desk and then call across his desk to me. I’d turn in my chair and we’d discuss whatever it was that was on his mind. I’m not sure I’d recovered from the ”Gina incident“ when he started in. He asked if I’d done anything about hiring the temporary help for the new account/gift campaign scheduled for the end of the month. I told him that Trish and I had gone over the applications in the file and none of them was interested and they all wanted full time work. Hearing that, Hobie went on to say that the daughter of a good friend was graduating from high school the upcoming weekend and he wanted me to interview her. Hey, when your boss tells you to do something you do it so I just told him to have her come on in. Without skipping a heartbeat he responded by saying she’d be there at noon and proceeded to get up and go to his desk. I sat there and tried to figure out what had just happened... but didn’t.
A noon appointment screwed up my lunch hour. Bret and I had worked out a schedule where I’d go from 11:30am to 12:30pm and that would allow Bret to pick his kids up from day-care at 1pm. Switching was out of the question. So I ran across the street and ordered up a BLT to go at the luncheonette. Always crowded, the 11:30am to noon was always the busiest. When I got back to the office I saw female sitting at the side chair. It was obvious she was nervous as she was already sitting far forward on the seat with her hands folded in her lap. When I walked past her and sat in my seat I saw one very pretty young girl who was in a silent panic. She said her name was Joan but she asked to be called Joanie. Nervously, she explained that her whole name was Joan Elizabeth and she’d been called Joan E. by her family as long as she could remember. Her mother’s name was also Joan but had a different middle name and adding the E. differentiated the two of them. Eventually it ended up coming out as Joanie to everybody. Telling me the story seemed to put her more at ease.
She pretty much spoke in a whisper, her nervousness continuing to be readily apparent. It didn’t take long for me to realize I was talking with what could’ve been described as a clone to Laura. She, like Laura, had basically been denied a ”life“ as a teenager. Her mother had been bedridden for many years and when her father lost his job he also lost his medical coverage. At that time she had to come home from school to care for the mother. In May, the mother had some sort of seizure and had to have specialized care and Joanie was no longer needed. It was now more important for her to earn money to help pay for it. After hearing her story I was puzzled why Hobie hadn’t told me she was looking for a full time job. I felt bad knowing I had to tell her that the jobs I was interviewing for were only temporary.
It was about this time that J J came around the corner and started towards the auditing area. He made it to about the side of Bret’s desk when he stopped suddenly and turned and looked at me and then Joanie. I watched him turn to Trish, whisper something to her and then turn back towards me with a wolfish smile. In truth, it shouldn’t have surprised me. J J did about the same thing when any pretty female was in range of his eyes. He eventually made his way to talk with the auditor but on his way back he stopped beside Trish’s desk and when he saw me looking at him gave me a thumbs-up.
By then I was doing my best to convince Joanie that taking the part time job could possibly be a good thing for her. I told that being seen on a daily basis she would become familiar to the bank officers and, should a job become available, she would be immediately considered for the position. My phone rang and I looked over at Trish who was holding hers and motioning for me to pick mine up. I did and it was J J. I couldn’t believe it!
To be continued...
After supper I got a call from Bob with some information on the possible source of the rumor about him moving to Texas. One of his neighbors stopped by to tell him that a person who lived in their neighborhood had been going door to door encouraging people not to vote for him since he would soon be moving. Bob’s neighbor wouldn’t tell him exactly who it was but gave him a couple of hints. Of course I was curious and when I asked him who he thought it was he seemed somewhat reluctant to give the name up. I asked him why and his response was such that I asked him why he’d brought it up in the first place if he wasn’t going to tell me. After a few seconds of silence he responded by saying that he didn’t have any real proof and just had the word of the neighbor. I told him to tell me or to hang up.
“Polak Joe” was all he said. That was a real shock for two big reasons. One, of course, was because he’d just been named a Trustee of the bank where I worked. The second was that he had young kids in the school. Most of Bob's recognized opposition was coming from older residents who no longer had “skin in the game” as their kids had moved on. Why would he be against improving the school curriculum which was the election platform Bob was espousing. I raised that point and Bob added that he’d bought the property for his house from him and, although not bosom buddies, had gotten along with him without any known problem. We talked for a while and we decided the best way for him to handle the situation was to continue doing what he was doing and that was to get out in front of as many people as possible. He agreed and said he would probably take the day before the election off and camp out in front of the post office again.
When it had been confirmed that "Polak Joe“ had been added to the Board at the bank I was concerned but couldn’t come up with a specific reason why. I was just uncomfortable about the man and this only added to my discomfort. I lay in bed for quite a while wondering about the man’s motives.
All employees entered the bank at the back door where Hank, the messenger/custodian, let them in. Everybody who worked on the first floor entered the work area though a shoulder high electronically controlled door located located just inside. Until the bank was opened to the public it was propped open. The only ones not to go through that opening were the officers (Hobie, Bret and I) who walked across the main lobby as it was a quicker route to our desks. I was at my desk and sorting through my ”DayPlanner“ when I looked up and saw Gina walking across the lobby towards the gate into our work area. The look on her face was very similar to the one she wore as she left on Friday afternoon and she was looking straight at me. It pretty much told me that she had gleaned some ”dirt“ about me when she met with Jerene. I looked away and then quickly realized that by so doing I was admitting guilt... but I didn’t know exactly for what... and that bothered me. After opening the gate she never stopped but just kept on walking back to her window. I remember wondering what she might say or do next as I watched her put her personal things away.
I didn’t have much time to contemplate that thought as Hobie walked through the gate and sat down in the side chair by my desk. He never did that. Even if he wanted to speak to me first thing he’d always go to his desk and then call across his desk to me. I’d turn in my chair and we’d discuss whatever it was that was on his mind. I’m not sure I’d recovered from the ”Gina incident“ when he started in. He asked if I’d done anything about hiring the temporary help for the new account/gift campaign scheduled for the end of the month. I told him that Trish and I had gone over the applications in the file and none of them was interested and they all wanted full time work. Hearing that, Hobie went on to say that the daughter of a good friend was graduating from high school the upcoming weekend and he wanted me to interview her. Hey, when your boss tells you to do something you do it so I just told him to have her come on in. Without skipping a heartbeat he responded by saying she’d be there at noon and proceeded to get up and go to his desk. I sat there and tried to figure out what had just happened... but didn’t.
A noon appointment screwed up my lunch hour. Bret and I had worked out a schedule where I’d go from 11:30am to 12:30pm and that would allow Bret to pick his kids up from day-care at 1pm. Switching was out of the question. So I ran across the street and ordered up a BLT to go at the luncheonette. Always crowded, the 11:30am to noon was always the busiest. When I got back to the office I saw female sitting at the side chair. It was obvious she was nervous as she was already sitting far forward on the seat with her hands folded in her lap. When I walked past her and sat in my seat I saw one very pretty young girl who was in a silent panic. She said her name was Joan but she asked to be called Joanie. Nervously, she explained that her whole name was Joan Elizabeth and she’d been called Joan E. by her family as long as she could remember. Her mother’s name was also Joan but had a different middle name and adding the E. differentiated the two of them. Eventually it ended up coming out as Joanie to everybody. Telling me the story seemed to put her more at ease.
She pretty much spoke in a whisper, her nervousness continuing to be readily apparent. It didn’t take long for me to realize I was talking with what could’ve been described as a clone to Laura. She, like Laura, had basically been denied a ”life“ as a teenager. Her mother had been bedridden for many years and when her father lost his job he also lost his medical coverage. At that time she had to come home from school to care for the mother. In May, the mother had some sort of seizure and had to have specialized care and Joanie was no longer needed. It was now more important for her to earn money to help pay for it. After hearing her story I was puzzled why Hobie hadn’t told me she was looking for a full time job. I felt bad knowing I had to tell her that the jobs I was interviewing for were only temporary.
It was about this time that J J came around the corner and started towards the auditing area. He made it to about the side of Bret’s desk when he stopped suddenly and turned and looked at me and then Joanie. I watched him turn to Trish, whisper something to her and then turn back towards me with a wolfish smile. In truth, it shouldn’t have surprised me. J J did about the same thing when any pretty female was in range of his eyes. He eventually made his way to talk with the auditor but on his way back he stopped beside Trish’s desk and when he saw me looking at him gave me a thumbs-up.
By then I was doing my best to convince Joanie that taking the part time job could possibly be a good thing for her. I told that being seen on a daily basis she would become familiar to the bank officers and, should a job become available, she would be immediately considered for the position. My phone rang and I looked over at Trish who was holding hers and motioning for me to pick mine up. I did and it was J J. I couldn’t believe it!
To be continued...
Monday, May 18, 2015
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131k)
... in case you were wondering, Elle did keep her ”promise“.
At church on Sunday morning I did approach the minister about the incident that involved Kaye. He seemed sincere in his concern and, without going into detail, stated that there was a problem at home. He offered to pay any out of pocket expenses but that wasn’t my real concern. It was that this boy seemed to be out of control.
At home, seeing the lawn swing almost fully put together was going to make for a long afternoon for the girls. The seats were in place but they couldn’t swing and I couldn’t make them understand why. To get their minds off of it I suggested that we go down to the sailing club and the beach that was there. It was almost time for the traditional Spring clean up and the re-opening of the club. I’d not heard anything from Rex, the man who basically oversaw the maintenance, about which weekend it would be so figured I could accomplish two things with our visit. Elle, when she got home, changed into her ”garden pants“ (dungarees as they were called in those days) fully expecting to finish up her flower planting. She decided not to change since there probably wouldn’t be anyone there to see her.
The girls wanted to wear their bathing suits but Elle and I, with our many years experience with the Spring water temperatures, told them "no". If anything it was to be toes only. Saturday had been warmer and shorts had been appropriate but we anticipated that with the usual Southerly afternoon breeze blowing across the still cold water, pants would be better. As we arrived Rex was pulling away. He said the work session would be in two weeks and offered up that there had been minimal damage to the clubhouse itself over the winter. That was good news for a lot of reasons, not the least of which was that there probably wouldn’t be an assessment to cover it.
We had the beach to ourselves for a while before another young couple that I didn’t recognize showed up. They had two boys who, as soon as they got out of their car, headed right for the water. Once there they stripped off their shoes and started wading into the water. The wind had kicked up some wave action and it wasn’t long before their pants were wet up to their crotch. What I found to be puzzling was that neither parent made any attempt to stop them as the adults had remained up by the parking lot. Elle had led our kids to the waters edge and, as I said before, it was toes only for them. Once they found out how cold it was they were happy just digging holes in the sand. I don’t know why we didn’t try to be somewhat friendly with the adults but we kept to ourselves. We'd been there for well over an hour and when I heard Elle say ”Ooops“ I knew immediately what it was. Elle, expecting to stay at home when she changed clothes, hadn’t added a pair of sanitary panties with the plastic crotch over her ”dribble panties“. Now, with the club building closed there were no restrooms and, with the other couple there, Elle was in trouble. I knew her well enough that she wasn’t about to pull her pants and panties down out in the open. The only possible place was under the building itself but it was quite a distance away. I remember her looking at me as if she wanted me to come up with a magic solution... and there wasn’t any.
The two boys were still running around making a lot of noise when I heard the woman yell out something that I didn’t understand. I saw her running towards the water and I immediately looked that way. I saw one of the boys lying face down in the water and started running towards him. We both arrived at about the same time but as the woman got there she tripped and fell. I grabbed the boy out of the water and as I put him over my shoulder he was spitting water out of his mouth as he tried to breathe. The woman, now in the water herself, was yelling at me to slap his back. I did and a big gush of water came out. I got him up on the sand and as I put him down he started crying which I took to be a good thing. The woman had picked herself up out of the water and was right there to take him from me. It had all happened so fast I really didn’t know what had happened. (It was Elle who told me all about it after we got home) I was probably in shock for a minute. When I looked up to see Elle I could see she had our three kids huddled around her. The father of the boys was now running down the beach from up by the parking lot, all in a panic. When I got my bearings again I realized I’d run into the water with my shoes on and that I was pretty wet myself. The man checked on the boy and his wife and I definitely remember the look he gave me as he said ”Thanks“. After things had calmed down a bit we exchanged names and they thanked me again. As the woman walked away I got a very nice VPL, especially since her slacks were wet from the water and were clinging to her.
Elle remained up the beach a ways as I gave the people our phone number. When I got to where she was I heard her say ”WOW!“. My heart was still racing a bit as I watched the people drive away. If I’d been a drinking man I sure could’ve used one at that time. My pants were wet to mid thigh and with the cool breeze off the water I was getting cold. I reached my hand down to pull Elle up having forgotten her predicament only a short time before. When she stood up I could see that she had just sat there in the sand and peed. There was a big, round wet spot that covered her backside. The older girls had been ”schooled“ in Elle’s problem but Kaye had not or didn’t understand as she said, loudly, ”Mommy went tinkle“ and pointed to the wet place. The older girls giggled and I smiled to myself.
While on the way home I got the idea to take a picture of her wet backside. Of course she said no. Not wanting to let go of the idea I offered to do something that I really, really didn’t like to do... plant flowers. Initially, she still said no but by the time we were at the back door she turned and asked if I was kidding in my offer. I assured her I wasn’t so she agreed to stay there while I went inside to fetch the camera. As I came down the stairs I couldn’t believe my luck... two ”wet“ pictures in two days.
To be continued...
Saturday, May 16, 2015
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131j)
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131j)
Actually, in a way it was a good thing they were missing. I’d forgotten about making more calls on behalf of Bob’s campaign for the school board. After making an attempt to explain to the kids why I couldn’t put the swing together I headed inside to continue with my phone calls. Elle was disappointed but at least she understood. I told them I’d make an attempt the next day.
On the calls I found more cases of the rumor about Bob moving than I had the previous night. The good thing was that, of the others, most were at least interested in the election and promised to vote. I’d agreed to help Bob kick off his campaign by putting up the sign I’d painted touting him at Jon’s house on Saturday morning. Then I was to hand out flyers at the new strip mall in town. I was hoping to be home by 10am, do my usual Saturday chores and then take a stab at the swing. As you know, plans oft times go astray. By the time I got home it was after 1pm. The kids were giving Elle a hard time about me not putting it together so as soon as I got a bite to eat I started. It was daunting!
I’d made piles of all the same looking pieces and was starting to lay them out following the picture from the catalog when a car pulled up the driveway. It was Martin. I couldn’t imagine why he’d be stopping by. It turned out that in the four weeks we’d been going to the races with “B” he’d actually become a fan. He was hoping I’d want to go with him. Under different circumstances I probably would’ve but there was no way I could walk away from working on the swing. I explained the situation to him and, surprisingly, he offered to help. After a while he said he’d go over to Sabrina’s and ask her to join us. I was all for it as, the more hands to help the sooner it’d be completed.
I’d specifically asked Elle to keep the girls occupied, at least until I had a reasonable handle on what had to be done and the order for it. When I saw Sabrina and Martin returning I wondered just how much help she was going to be. She had on a nice Summer dress and not clothes to actually work in. She stood around and watched Martin and I lay out the pieces for the frame. Then it was time to start bolting pieces together. I got the bag with all the nuts, bolts and washers and dumped them out on a piece of cardboard on the lawn. As I took a close look I saw at least a half dozen different lengths of bolts and a couple of different diameters as well. My guess there were at least 200 pieces in the pile. That was discouraging.
Sabrina stepped forward and made a suggestion that surprised me. I still considered her to be pretty much of an “air head“ so it took a few seconds to recognize it as being a good one. My girls were just running around the yard in spite of Elle’s attempts to keep them corralled. Sabrina suggested that she and the kids could sort the bolts out by size saving a lot of time. She called them (and Elle) over to where the pile lay. Then she handed each one a bolt and told them to find all the ones of the same size. They dove in like a dog does when he’s fed. At first it was a little frenetic but then Sabrina suggested that they sit on the lawn and that way they wouldn’t be pushing and shoving. As she did she proceeded to squat down to show them how to reach into the pile and just take a few at a time. I stood there and almost couldn’t believe my eyes. She’d gone down on her haunches and her knees were at least a foot apart. It was a beautiful crotch shot. Unfortunately, they weren’t the flowered panties I’d been look to see on her but it still was great. I know my mouth had to have been wide open. I remember looking for where Elle was and found she was picking up some of the toys the kids had strewn around the grass. When I looked back at Sabrina she was about to change her position and was sort of flopping over to one side but as she did the one leg stayed splayed and up for a few seconds. That was one of the best ”peeks“ I’d ever had and it took a more than a few seconds to recover and to get myself back ”in place“.
That was the extent of my ”peeks“ for the day. Martin and Sabrina left around mid afternoon but by that time we’d managed to get the frame together and had a good idea of how the swing portion was supposed to go. The one bad thing was my back was killing me. Digging the post holes for Bob’s sign had started it. Then bending over while sorting 50 or more pieces of wood added to it so I called a ”time-out“ when they left. Even though the girls were still excited they’d become bored so Elle called the neighbor who lived across the road and asked if she wanted some ”visitors”, meaning the older girls. She had a daughter in class with Anne and they often played together after school so it wasn’t a “stretch“ to ask. The answer was a ”yes“ and when Elle took the older two over I stretched out on the lawn.
I never intended to go to sleep. The next thing I knew there was Elle standing over me. As I looked up I could see right up the leg openings of her shorts and, of course, her crotch. To my great delight I could see a nice wet spot right there in the middle. I reached up so I could feel it but she stepped away saying she didn’t know if Sabrina and Martin had gone next door or off somewhere else. I immediately got up and tried to get her to go in the garage where we couldn’t be seen but she ran off up the path to the house. When I caught up with her I pleaded to get a squirt but she said I’d have to wait until later and she thought the shorts might dry by the time she had to go pick up the girls. I said I should get some sort of ”reward“ for the effort to put the swing together. I remember her shrugging her shoulders with a smile and I came back with ”How about a picture?“ She hesitated for a few seconds and told me to follow her upstairs. That didn’t make much sense to me but after seeing the puzzled look on my face said she wanted to check on Kaye who was napping. We saw she was still asleep so Elle went into our bedroom and lay down. She’d not made the bed so she just flopped down... and as they say ”the rest is history“.
In spite of my best efforts I couldn't persuade her to let me "play", not even for a minute, citing the fact the Kaye was right across the hall and both our doors were open. I did elicit a promise for later and had to settle for that. At that point there was nothing left to do but go back to work on the swing.
By the time Elle went to get the girls her shorts had pretty much dried... at least I couldn't see any wetness in front or back. At the same time I'd gone as far as I could with the swing as I discovered that I'd used some of the longer bolts in places I shouldn't have. I wasn't about to try and find the misplaced ones deciding to go to the hardware store and get some more. By then I was so tired I didn't think to look at the time and when I got there found the store closed. In a way I was glad as my back was really hurting. I knew the kids wouldn't be happy but I was.
To be continued...
Actually, in a way it was a good thing they were missing. I’d forgotten about making more calls on behalf of Bob’s campaign for the school board. After making an attempt to explain to the kids why I couldn’t put the swing together I headed inside to continue with my phone calls. Elle was disappointed but at least she understood. I told them I’d make an attempt the next day.
On the calls I found more cases of the rumor about Bob moving than I had the previous night. The good thing was that, of the others, most were at least interested in the election and promised to vote. I’d agreed to help Bob kick off his campaign by putting up the sign I’d painted touting him at Jon’s house on Saturday morning. Then I was to hand out flyers at the new strip mall in town. I was hoping to be home by 10am, do my usual Saturday chores and then take a stab at the swing. As you know, plans oft times go astray. By the time I got home it was after 1pm. The kids were giving Elle a hard time about me not putting it together so as soon as I got a bite to eat I started. It was daunting!
I’d made piles of all the same looking pieces and was starting to lay them out following the picture from the catalog when a car pulled up the driveway. It was Martin. I couldn’t imagine why he’d be stopping by. It turned out that in the four weeks we’d been going to the races with “B” he’d actually become a fan. He was hoping I’d want to go with him. Under different circumstances I probably would’ve but there was no way I could walk away from working on the swing. I explained the situation to him and, surprisingly, he offered to help. After a while he said he’d go over to Sabrina’s and ask her to join us. I was all for it as, the more hands to help the sooner it’d be completed.
I’d specifically asked Elle to keep the girls occupied, at least until I had a reasonable handle on what had to be done and the order for it. When I saw Sabrina and Martin returning I wondered just how much help she was going to be. She had on a nice Summer dress and not clothes to actually work in. She stood around and watched Martin and I lay out the pieces for the frame. Then it was time to start bolting pieces together. I got the bag with all the nuts, bolts and washers and dumped them out on a piece of cardboard on the lawn. As I took a close look I saw at least a half dozen different lengths of bolts and a couple of different diameters as well. My guess there were at least 200 pieces in the pile. That was discouraging.
Sabrina stepped forward and made a suggestion that surprised me. I still considered her to be pretty much of an “air head“ so it took a few seconds to recognize it as being a good one. My girls were just running around the yard in spite of Elle’s attempts to keep them corralled. Sabrina suggested that she and the kids could sort the bolts out by size saving a lot of time. She called them (and Elle) over to where the pile lay. Then she handed each one a bolt and told them to find all the ones of the same size. They dove in like a dog does when he’s fed. At first it was a little frenetic but then Sabrina suggested that they sit on the lawn and that way they wouldn’t be pushing and shoving. As she did she proceeded to squat down to show them how to reach into the pile and just take a few at a time. I stood there and almost couldn’t believe my eyes. She’d gone down on her haunches and her knees were at least a foot apart. It was a beautiful crotch shot. Unfortunately, they weren’t the flowered panties I’d been look to see on her but it still was great. I know my mouth had to have been wide open. I remember looking for where Elle was and found she was picking up some of the toys the kids had strewn around the grass. When I looked back at Sabrina she was about to change her position and was sort of flopping over to one side but as she did the one leg stayed splayed and up for a few seconds. That was one of the best ”peeks“ I’d ever had and it took a more than a few seconds to recover and to get myself back ”in place“.
That was the extent of my ”peeks“ for the day. Martin and Sabrina left around mid afternoon but by that time we’d managed to get the frame together and had a good idea of how the swing portion was supposed to go. The one bad thing was my back was killing me. Digging the post holes for Bob’s sign had started it. Then bending over while sorting 50 or more pieces of wood added to it so I called a ”time-out“ when they left. Even though the girls were still excited they’d become bored so Elle called the neighbor who lived across the road and asked if she wanted some ”visitors”, meaning the older girls. She had a daughter in class with Anne and they often played together after school so it wasn’t a “stretch“ to ask. The answer was a ”yes“ and when Elle took the older two over I stretched out on the lawn.
I never intended to go to sleep. The next thing I knew there was Elle standing over me. As I looked up I could see right up the leg openings of her shorts and, of course, her crotch. To my great delight I could see a nice wet spot right there in the middle. I reached up so I could feel it but she stepped away saying she didn’t know if Sabrina and Martin had gone next door or off somewhere else. I immediately got up and tried to get her to go in the garage where we couldn’t be seen but she ran off up the path to the house. When I caught up with her I pleaded to get a squirt but she said I’d have to wait until later and she thought the shorts might dry by the time she had to go pick up the girls. I said I should get some sort of ”reward“ for the effort to put the swing together. I remember her shrugging her shoulders with a smile and I came back with ”How about a picture?“ She hesitated for a few seconds and told me to follow her upstairs. That didn’t make much sense to me but after seeing the puzzled look on my face said she wanted to check on Kaye who was napping. We saw she was still asleep so Elle went into our bedroom and lay down. She’d not made the bed so she just flopped down... and as they say ”the rest is history“.
In spite of my best efforts I couldn't persuade her to let me "play", not even for a minute, citing the fact the Kaye was right across the hall and both our doors were open. I did elicit a promise for later and had to settle for that. At that point there was nothing left to do but go back to work on the swing.
By the time Elle went to get the girls her shorts had pretty much dried... at least I couldn't see any wetness in front or back. At the same time I'd gone as far as I could with the swing as I discovered that I'd used some of the longer bolts in places I shouldn't have. I wasn't about to try and find the misplaced ones deciding to go to the hardware store and get some more. By then I was so tired I didn't think to look at the time and when I got there found the store closed. In a way I was glad as my back was really hurting. I knew the kids wouldn't be happy but I was.
To be continued...
Thursday, May 14, 2015
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131i)
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131i)
There was nothing on the calendar or a note to say where they’d all gone so I was really puzzled. As 6:30pm approached I began to worry. They arrived a short time later and Elle seemed to be in a good mood... which was good to see. Before I could say anything Elle said she had some “interesting information”. She started by apologizing for not being home but quickly explained it by saying that she’d been over at Jeannette’s (the lady who’d driven Kaye and I to the hospital after her injury) delivering a “thank you” plant. I quickly grasped the concept but didn’t think that it qualified as “interesting information”. By now she was a bit animated and, excitedly, said that while there Jean had seen one of the boys who’d caused Kaye to be thrown off the round-about riding by on a bicycle. Elle asked Jeannette if she knew who he was and she’d pointed down the road and told her he came from the big house across the railroad tracks. THAT... got my attention! That “big house” was the one owned by our church and where the new minister lived. I was immediately mad at myself because, if I’d gone to the meeting the members of the Vestry had called for on the night Kaye got hurt it wouldn’t have happened. They had wanted to confront the minister about all the people who were now living in the house. With Kaye’s injury and all the “to-do” that followed, I’d never followed up on what had taken place when they met with the minister. But, more important, at that moment, was that a boy who was living there had caused Kaye to get hurt. I was ready to go and confront the minister and whomever else he had there right away.
However, Elle had pulled the station wagon into the garage and my car was blocked with the kids now riding their bikes. Elle told me that it could wait and that there was more “interesting news” that I would surely like to hear. She had me follow her into the kitchen and, with a sly smile, asked if I wanted to hear about her day. The smile got to me so I said “OK”, not sure where it was all going and I followed her into the kitchen.
At the end of a school year not much “learning” takes place especially with 1st and 2nd graders. Basically, all the teachers do is entertain the kids. On that day the 1st graders went on a field trip to a farm with all the traditional animals. There was a problem with the transportation and as a result, Elle had an “accident”. It was a working farm and there were no restrooms. As she was telling me about this I could see her smiling and I knew it was because she knew what was happening in my lower regions. What I found somewhat interesting was that she told me she learned, first hand, that “dribble panties” were for dribbling and NOT for a full out wetting. The added material in the crotch held quite a lot and it continued to run, in rivulets, down her legs for an extended period of time. I had to ask if anybody saw her or knew about it. She laughed and said the mothers who were chaperoning were too busy doing a pee dance to pay any attention. That was when I remembered seeing the skirt with the still damp spot on it in our bedroom so asked what happened when the bus finally arrived. She laughed again saying that she told the mothers that she’d go to the back of the bus to monitor the kids from there and got on first. That allowed her to pull the hem of her skirt and her slip out from under her bottom without being seen. Hearing that made me be very puzzled as I knew I’d both felt and seen the spot on her skirt earlier. I didn’t want to ask because she, quite uncharacteristically, was freely telling me about her experience without me pleading for more information or having to offer up some sort of “bribe”. She went on to tell me more of the day. She said that she’d managed to stay standing for what was left of the afternoon at school which only puzzled me more about the spot... but I kept my mouth shut. Then she went on to telling me about buying the plant for Jeannette.
For both of us, the trip to work took us past a large commercial nursery. They had two sales for the public each year with one in the Spring and the other in the Fall. Elle told me she ‘d wanted to get something as a “thank you” for Jeannette but didn’t know her well enough to have any idea of her “likes”. Seeing the “SALE” sign on the way in that morning gave her the answer. Anxious to get to the nursery she didn’t use the rest room before leaving school. As she was telling me this that same smile was still there. Since the nursery wasn’t set up for retail business they would take the customers out into their gardens and Elle said she was amazed by all the plants she saw... and the number of people who were there. She said she picked out an azalea that she felt was of a reasonable price and started looking for someone to pay. She actually laughed at this point saying that there were others who also wanted to pay but couldn’t identify anybody that worked there. She said she started walking up and down the rows of plants looking when she got her “warning”... a small dribble. She said she looked around and the only buildings she saw were like tool sheds. Knowing that she didn’t have much time she said she went over by one that seemed like it might keep the other patrons from seeing her and spread her legs. By then I was hard as a rock and, fortunately, I was standing so it didn’t hurt too much. It was my turn to laugh and she laughed with me. She went on to say that when she finally got a young man to take her money the pee was still trickling down her legs. She laughed again saying she was trying to keep from laughing while she was paying him as the pee was tickling her as she did.
At this point I had to admit to her that I’d seen her skirt (and slip) and they had both exhibited evidence of pee. I wouldn’t call it a smile or a frown but her face did wrinkle up when I mentioned it. As she was putting the plant in the station wagon her school principal drove in right next to her, got out and started a conversation. She said there was no way for her to get in the drivers seat and to pull up the hem of her skirt with him standing there. It was about that time that she finished fixing everything for supper. As I called the girls in from playing I decided that, after supper, I’d pull out the box with the swing. After a day like she’d just experienced I felt she’d appreciate a nice surprise.
After we’d eaten and without saying why, I gathered them all out in the driveway. I opened the garage door and proceeded to pull out the box that contained the swing. There was nothing on it to identify the contents so they all just stood there staring at it. I’d brought the page from the Sears catalog out with me so that when I ripped open the side of the box I handed Elle the page. The “shriek” that came from her could’ve been heard down at the fire house. She showed the girls the picture and they started dancing around the box wanting to know when they could use it. That turned out to be a good question because, as I emptied the box there was one thing missing... the instructions on how to assemble it.
To be continued...
There was nothing on the calendar or a note to say where they’d all gone so I was really puzzled. As 6:30pm approached I began to worry. They arrived a short time later and Elle seemed to be in a good mood... which was good to see. Before I could say anything Elle said she had some “interesting information”. She started by apologizing for not being home but quickly explained it by saying that she’d been over at Jeannette’s (the lady who’d driven Kaye and I to the hospital after her injury) delivering a “thank you” plant. I quickly grasped the concept but didn’t think that it qualified as “interesting information”. By now she was a bit animated and, excitedly, said that while there Jean had seen one of the boys who’d caused Kaye to be thrown off the round-about riding by on a bicycle. Elle asked Jeannette if she knew who he was and she’d pointed down the road and told her he came from the big house across the railroad tracks. THAT... got my attention! That “big house” was the one owned by our church and where the new minister lived. I was immediately mad at myself because, if I’d gone to the meeting the members of the Vestry had called for on the night Kaye got hurt it wouldn’t have happened. They had wanted to confront the minister about all the people who were now living in the house. With Kaye’s injury and all the “to-do” that followed, I’d never followed up on what had taken place when they met with the minister. But, more important, at that moment, was that a boy who was living there had caused Kaye to get hurt. I was ready to go and confront the minister and whomever else he had there right away.
However, Elle had pulled the station wagon into the garage and my car was blocked with the kids now riding their bikes. Elle told me that it could wait and that there was more “interesting news” that I would surely like to hear. She had me follow her into the kitchen and, with a sly smile, asked if I wanted to hear about her day. The smile got to me so I said “OK”, not sure where it was all going and I followed her into the kitchen.
At the end of a school year not much “learning” takes place especially with 1st and 2nd graders. Basically, all the teachers do is entertain the kids. On that day the 1st graders went on a field trip to a farm with all the traditional animals. There was a problem with the transportation and as a result, Elle had an “accident”. It was a working farm and there were no restrooms. As she was telling me about this I could see her smiling and I knew it was because she knew what was happening in my lower regions. What I found somewhat interesting was that she told me she learned, first hand, that “dribble panties” were for dribbling and NOT for a full out wetting. The added material in the crotch held quite a lot and it continued to run, in rivulets, down her legs for an extended period of time. I had to ask if anybody saw her or knew about it. She laughed and said the mothers who were chaperoning were too busy doing a pee dance to pay any attention. That was when I remembered seeing the skirt with the still damp spot on it in our bedroom so asked what happened when the bus finally arrived. She laughed again saying that she told the mothers that she’d go to the back of the bus to monitor the kids from there and got on first. That allowed her to pull the hem of her skirt and her slip out from under her bottom without being seen. Hearing that made me be very puzzled as I knew I’d both felt and seen the spot on her skirt earlier. I didn’t want to ask because she, quite uncharacteristically, was freely telling me about her experience without me pleading for more information or having to offer up some sort of “bribe”. She went on to tell me more of the day. She said that she’d managed to stay standing for what was left of the afternoon at school which only puzzled me more about the spot... but I kept my mouth shut. Then she went on to telling me about buying the plant for Jeannette.
For both of us, the trip to work took us past a large commercial nursery. They had two sales for the public each year with one in the Spring and the other in the Fall. Elle told me she ‘d wanted to get something as a “thank you” for Jeannette but didn’t know her well enough to have any idea of her “likes”. Seeing the “SALE” sign on the way in that morning gave her the answer. Anxious to get to the nursery she didn’t use the rest room before leaving school. As she was telling me this that same smile was still there. Since the nursery wasn’t set up for retail business they would take the customers out into their gardens and Elle said she was amazed by all the plants she saw... and the number of people who were there. She said she picked out an azalea that she felt was of a reasonable price and started looking for someone to pay. She actually laughed at this point saying that there were others who also wanted to pay but couldn’t identify anybody that worked there. She said she started walking up and down the rows of plants looking when she got her “warning”... a small dribble. She said she looked around and the only buildings she saw were like tool sheds. Knowing that she didn’t have much time she said she went over by one that seemed like it might keep the other patrons from seeing her and spread her legs. By then I was hard as a rock and, fortunately, I was standing so it didn’t hurt too much. It was my turn to laugh and she laughed with me. She went on to say that when she finally got a young man to take her money the pee was still trickling down her legs. She laughed again saying she was trying to keep from laughing while she was paying him as the pee was tickling her as she did.
At this point I had to admit to her that I’d seen her skirt (and slip) and they had both exhibited evidence of pee. I wouldn’t call it a smile or a frown but her face did wrinkle up when I mentioned it. As she was putting the plant in the station wagon her school principal drove in right next to her, got out and started a conversation. She said there was no way for her to get in the drivers seat and to pull up the hem of her skirt with him standing there. It was about that time that she finished fixing everything for supper. As I called the girls in from playing I decided that, after supper, I’d pull out the box with the swing. After a day like she’d just experienced I felt she’d appreciate a nice surprise.
After we’d eaten and without saying why, I gathered them all out in the driveway. I opened the garage door and proceeded to pull out the box that contained the swing. There was nothing on it to identify the contents so they all just stood there staring at it. I’d brought the page from the Sears catalog out with me so that when I ripped open the side of the box I handed Elle the page. The “shriek” that came from her could’ve been heard down at the fire house. She showed the girls the picture and they started dancing around the box wanting to know when they could use it. That turned out to be a good question because, as I emptied the box there was one thing missing... the instructions on how to assemble it.
To be continued...
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131h)
CHANGES... good and bad (Part131h)
When I got on the phone with Pat Elle went into the kitchen to fix supper for the kids. With her not there it gave me a minute or two to figure out what I wanted to do next. Pat had told me she’d be over within the half hour and I knew I’d have some respite when she arrived but what to do right then was the problem. I was about to go out to the kitchen and continue with the explanation when it dawned on me that Sandy could explain it better than I could... and Elle would probably believe her more than she would me. I called her immediately and asked her straight out to please call Elle and tell her what all had gone on. At first she hesitated but I must have sounded like I was pleading because she said to go ahead and put Elle on the phone. The next part was hard because I told her that it would be better if she called back in a few minutes. There was silence after I did but I said but one word... “Please?”.
I walked into the kitchen and Elle handed me the place settings for the table and told me to call the girls in to eat. I did and as they were headed to the table the phone rang. I immediately told Jean to answer it. The next thing I heard was Jean calling for Elle and that it was Aunt Sandy. I’m sure if anybody had been listening they would have heard my sigh of relief.
The call lasted for about ten minutes or so and when Elle reappeared the only thing she said was she still needed some answers. That was good enough for me. The conversation during the meal centered around just what the girls should do in the future if they ever arrived home and found no one there. The one thing I took away from that was that they hadn’t panicked and kept themselves busy on the patio while waiting for someone to arrive. I did manage to ask if they had thought to go over to Sabrina’s. They said they hadn’t because, as Jean put it, they “didn’t know her”. I thought that a bit strange but didn’t pursue it. Even with that I wasn’t looking forward to Elle’s questions.
Sandy had covered just about everything but Elle was focused on the fact that I hadn’t thought about the older girls arriving home to a locked house. After a few tries I became convinced that no answer was going to be acceptable. I started to get up from the table but she motioned for me to stay seated. I wasn’t expecting the next question... which panties did I give Sandy? What I found a bit funny with that was I’d thought of the same thing but for a different reason. I gave her a mealy-mouthed answer because, with time to think about it, I didn’t want her to know that Sandy had been in her panty drawer. And, when I say drawer I meant a whole, full dresser drawer that held nothing but panties. If I were to guess it was probably about sixty. They were all separated into types with the ones Elle wore to bed all together on one side. Almost all of those were stained so much that when Elle washed them she didn’t hang them outside for fear someone might see. I knew why Elle was asking and I could only hope that when Sandy returned them that they were half-way acceptable.
Pat arrived right about that time. She gave me a list of about fifty names to be called, preferably before Saturday, so that there would be a good turn-out to meet Bob at the post office. Thankfully, she didn’t stay long. Elle hated to talk to people she didn’t know, especially on the phone, so she delegated me for the task. I called about 20 numbers and found most to be home. What was interesting was that only one had heard the rumor about Bob. On the positive side almost all had a favorable opinion of him.
When we finally headed for bed I saw Elle looking at her panty drawer. I figured she was trying to determine which pair Sandy might have taken. It reminded me that Sandy’s panties were probably somewhere down in the basement and I wanted to check them out before they went back to her. I can’t explain why because I already knew they were “dribble panties” from my sightings when she’d arrived in the morning. Lying in bed I got back to thinking of what Elle had told me about Ginger’s doctor’s comment about the saleability of the “dribble panties”. My concerns about making them was that it took a lot of time and we’d used manufactured panties to start with. If I were to figure in time and materials the price might be way more than anyone would be willing to pay. I was just about to roll over on my side to try to go to sleep when I thought of Willie, my old sailing friend who owned a lingerie company. It was almost sailing season and I hadn’t talked with him for a while. As far as I knew he still had the Summer house near the bay so made it a priority to touch base with him in the morning to see if he was planning on a visit.
The workday went smoothly enough that I even got a chance to call Willy. He wasn’t in but I left a message for him to call me. Right after I returned from lunch Trish handed me a note that Sears had called and my order was in. I’d actually put the fact that I’d ordered the lawn swing out of my mind. The timing of it’s arrival couldn’t have been better. It was perfect as I’d be able to assemble it the next afternoon since I was no longer going to the races. Elle would be happy and I was sure the kids would be as well.
As I was getting ready to leave for the day I saw Gina headed towards my desk. I immediately picked up the twinkle in her eyes and knew I was in for some sort of “jibe”. She came right out and asked for Jerene’s things that I had in the bag along side my desk. She was going to meet up with her over the weekend and would give them to her. As I pulled the bag up and onto my desk she looked in it and then, with a big smile, said she was going to ask Jerene if she actually wore the panties that were in the bag. I knew my face flushed. She took the bag, turned and started walking away. At the gate she stopped and looked back at me once again... with the smile wider than before.
When I arrived home I found everybody gone. That was perfect for two reasons. First, I could hide the box with the swing in the garage. Second, it gave me a chance to seek out Sandy’s panties. I went to the basement and found them in a pail of water by the washing machine. I pulled them out and looked at the crotch area. They were stained just like Elle’s were which excited me. I still had a bit of a bulge even after going up two flights of stairs.
Changing my clothes I noticed a pair of Elle’s panties hanging on the closet doorknob. The only time she did that was when they were wet and not just damp. I looked at the crotch and saw that they, indeed, had been more than dribbled into. Her slip and skirt were lying on the chair so I checked them out as well. The evidence was clear to see. The stains were almost dry which meant she’d been home for a while. But the question remained... what happened? I knew from the coolness she’d displayed when we were leaving for work that morning I’d have to couch my question as to what happened very carefully.
To be continued...
When I got on the phone with Pat Elle went into the kitchen to fix supper for the kids. With her not there it gave me a minute or two to figure out what I wanted to do next. Pat had told me she’d be over within the half hour and I knew I’d have some respite when she arrived but what to do right then was the problem. I was about to go out to the kitchen and continue with the explanation when it dawned on me that Sandy could explain it better than I could... and Elle would probably believe her more than she would me. I called her immediately and asked her straight out to please call Elle and tell her what all had gone on. At first she hesitated but I must have sounded like I was pleading because she said to go ahead and put Elle on the phone. The next part was hard because I told her that it would be better if she called back in a few minutes. There was silence after I did but I said but one word... “Please?”.
I walked into the kitchen and Elle handed me the place settings for the table and told me to call the girls in to eat. I did and as they were headed to the table the phone rang. I immediately told Jean to answer it. The next thing I heard was Jean calling for Elle and that it was Aunt Sandy. I’m sure if anybody had been listening they would have heard my sigh of relief.
The call lasted for about ten minutes or so and when Elle reappeared the only thing she said was she still needed some answers. That was good enough for me. The conversation during the meal centered around just what the girls should do in the future if they ever arrived home and found no one there. The one thing I took away from that was that they hadn’t panicked and kept themselves busy on the patio while waiting for someone to arrive. I did manage to ask if they had thought to go over to Sabrina’s. They said they hadn’t because, as Jean put it, they “didn’t know her”. I thought that a bit strange but didn’t pursue it. Even with that I wasn’t looking forward to Elle’s questions.
Sandy had covered just about everything but Elle was focused on the fact that I hadn’t thought about the older girls arriving home to a locked house. After a few tries I became convinced that no answer was going to be acceptable. I started to get up from the table but she motioned for me to stay seated. I wasn’t expecting the next question... which panties did I give Sandy? What I found a bit funny with that was I’d thought of the same thing but for a different reason. I gave her a mealy-mouthed answer because, with time to think about it, I didn’t want her to know that Sandy had been in her panty drawer. And, when I say drawer I meant a whole, full dresser drawer that held nothing but panties. If I were to guess it was probably about sixty. They were all separated into types with the ones Elle wore to bed all together on one side. Almost all of those were stained so much that when Elle washed them she didn’t hang them outside for fear someone might see. I knew why Elle was asking and I could only hope that when Sandy returned them that they were half-way acceptable.
Pat arrived right about that time. She gave me a list of about fifty names to be called, preferably before Saturday, so that there would be a good turn-out to meet Bob at the post office. Thankfully, she didn’t stay long. Elle hated to talk to people she didn’t know, especially on the phone, so she delegated me for the task. I called about 20 numbers and found most to be home. What was interesting was that only one had heard the rumor about Bob. On the positive side almost all had a favorable opinion of him.
When we finally headed for bed I saw Elle looking at her panty drawer. I figured she was trying to determine which pair Sandy might have taken. It reminded me that Sandy’s panties were probably somewhere down in the basement and I wanted to check them out before they went back to her. I can’t explain why because I already knew they were “dribble panties” from my sightings when she’d arrived in the morning. Lying in bed I got back to thinking of what Elle had told me about Ginger’s doctor’s comment about the saleability of the “dribble panties”. My concerns about making them was that it took a lot of time and we’d used manufactured panties to start with. If I were to figure in time and materials the price might be way more than anyone would be willing to pay. I was just about to roll over on my side to try to go to sleep when I thought of Willie, my old sailing friend who owned a lingerie company. It was almost sailing season and I hadn’t talked with him for a while. As far as I knew he still had the Summer house near the bay so made it a priority to touch base with him in the morning to see if he was planning on a visit.
The workday went smoothly enough that I even got a chance to call Willy. He wasn’t in but I left a message for him to call me. Right after I returned from lunch Trish handed me a note that Sears had called and my order was in. I’d actually put the fact that I’d ordered the lawn swing out of my mind. The timing of it’s arrival couldn’t have been better. It was perfect as I’d be able to assemble it the next afternoon since I was no longer going to the races. Elle would be happy and I was sure the kids would be as well.
As I was getting ready to leave for the day I saw Gina headed towards my desk. I immediately picked up the twinkle in her eyes and knew I was in for some sort of “jibe”. She came right out and asked for Jerene’s things that I had in the bag along side my desk. She was going to meet up with her over the weekend and would give them to her. As I pulled the bag up and onto my desk she looked in it and then, with a big smile, said she was going to ask Jerene if she actually wore the panties that were in the bag. I knew my face flushed. She took the bag, turned and started walking away. At the gate she stopped and looked back at me once again... with the smile wider than before.
When I arrived home I found everybody gone. That was perfect for two reasons. First, I could hide the box with the swing in the garage. Second, it gave me a chance to seek out Sandy’s panties. I went to the basement and found them in a pail of water by the washing machine. I pulled them out and looked at the crotch area. They were stained just like Elle’s were which excited me. I still had a bit of a bulge even after going up two flights of stairs.
Changing my clothes I noticed a pair of Elle’s panties hanging on the closet doorknob. The only time she did that was when they were wet and not just damp. I looked at the crotch and saw that they, indeed, had been more than dribbled into. Her slip and skirt were lying on the chair so I checked them out as well. The evidence was clear to see. The stains were almost dry which meant she’d been home for a while. But the question remained... what happened? I knew from the coolness she’d displayed when we were leaving for work that morning I’d have to couch my question as to what happened very carefully.
To be continued...
Sunday, May 10, 2015
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131g)
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131g)
It didn’t take long before Kaye woke up crying. Elle got up to sooth her but as soon as she put her back down in bed she started crying again. After a couple of tries Elle marched back into our bedroom and thrust Kaye into my arms with words like ”You caused it... you fix it!“ and climbed back in bed, turning out the light as she did. I took Kaye downstairs and sat in the recliner. At some point we both fell asleep. The first rays of daylight appeared and woke me up. Kaye was still asleep but I was stiff as a board. My back, which hadn’t bothered me in a long time, was definitely unhappy. I managed to get up and placed her on the couch while I tried to unlimber. That didn’t go well... at all.
When Elle came downstairs she looked tired and was definitely cranky. After checking on Kaye she told me to explain her condition to Sandy who was her babysitter for the day. I was barely dressed when she arrived. To me it appeared that she was back to being the Sandy I’d known before her miscarriage with both her bouncy step and big smile. Kaye was still on the sofa and fussing when she walked in. I watched as Sandy went over to her, bent over at the waist and kissed her cheek. That singular move was what really woke me up. Sandy was wearing a pair of short shorts and I got a ”double”... a VPL along with a a panty peek from under the leg cuffs. The VPL told me immediately that she was wearing “dribble panties” and the peek told me she wasn’t wearing the sanitary panties over them. I didn’t stay around for long because my bulge was growing faster than I could control it. In leaving I told her about Kaye’s accident and to call me if she felt there was a problem.
When I got Sandy’s call it was around 2:30pm. She had put Kaye down for her nap and she was still “fussy”. She waited a while before checking on her and when she did the bandage over her ear was no longer on and there was blood on the sheet. She didn’t know what to do and she also didn’t have a car. I knew there was no way to reach Elle so it was going to be up to me. I called Kaye’s doctor and brought her up to date on what had happened the night before and asked her what to do... take her to the ER again or bring her to her office. She told me to bring her in as she thought that when the bandage had come off it had taken the beginning of a scab off. I told her it would be about an hour. When I called Sandy back she had put a cold wet washcloth on the ear and was holding Kaye. She told me that Kaye was calm when she held and rocked her and planned on taking her out to the screened in porch and would be there in the big wicker rocking chair when I got home.
I cleared my leaving with both Hobie and Bret and headed home. As I pulled up the drive I could see Sandy in the rocking chair. Initially I thought she saw me pulling in and I waited in the car for a minute. When I saw there was no movement I finally got out and headed for the porch. I could see the chair wasn’t moving as I approached the steps. Opening the door I saw a puddle under the chair and Sandy asleep with Kaye cuddled up in her arms. I walked up to her and, as gently as I could, I rubbed her arm. Fortunately, it didn’t startle her. I could see she was embarrassed as she looked up at me but it wasn’t because she was wet but it was that she’d fallen asleep. It wasn’t until I’d taken Kaye from her and she started to get up that she realized her situation. That was when she was seriously embarrassed.
My concern was in getting Kaye to the doctor’s office. However, there was no way I was going to be able to take her by myself. Sandy was beside herself, apologizing for “making a mess”. I think I told her that it was OK... that I understood, a couple of times. I also emphasized to her that I needed her help. Her reaction was that she couldn’t go in that condition. I was holding Kaye (or I should say Kaye was holding me) and didn’t want to carry her upstairs to get some of Elle’s clothes for her to wear. I told her where to find Elle’s panties and that there should be a pair of shorts on the chair by the closet. I remember Sandy looking at me with a quizzical look on her face. I assured her that it was OK and to please hurry. As she headed up the stairs I noted her wet backside.
It didn’t take her long for her to return and as she came down the stairs I told her there were washcloths and towels in the cabinet in the bathroom. I was too preoccupied with Kaye that I never thought to look at which panties of Elle's panties she took. Again, she was quick and we headed out the door. I told her she’d have to drive as Kaye was now glued to me. That’s when we hit a major problem... my car was a standard shift with the shifter on the floor. She looked at me and shaking her head. For some reason I remembered that she grew up on a farm and asked if she’d ever driven any of the farm vehicles. She said she had but the shifter was on the steering column. I told her it was no different except that it was now on the floor. I then asked if she remembered how to use the clutch pedal and she nodded that she did. So I told her I’d do the shifting but she had to have the clutch pedal to the floor when I did. At first it was a very interesting trip but by the time we arrived we were both in sync.
The doctor, after looking at the wound, assured me that Kaye would be OK. Her diagnosis over the phone proved to be correct and all she did was to cauterize a small spot again and re-bandaged it. Kaye never let go of me the whole time. As we were leaving the doctor handed her two lolly pops, something Elle wouldn’t allow. Believe me, that got her attention. I was hoping she’d let go enough so I could drive home but as soon as I tried to give her to Sandy she started fussing again.
On the trip home she finally let go of me with both her hands to better handle the lollypops. When she did Sandy asked if it would be OK to go right her house as it was past 5pm and Johnnie, her husband, had a ballgame that night. Since she lived less than five minutes from where we did and I figured Kaye would be OK for me to drive that short of a trip. But the thing was that when she said 5pm I went into a mini panic. That meant no one was home when the older girls arrived from school. With Sandy and Kaye not there and finding the girls alone I knew there was going to be one very upset woman. I didn't know the half of it!
I never got a chance to explain anything because as soon as we (Kaye and I) walked in Elle, without saying anything, motioned for me to follow her. I did, right into the downstairs bathroom where she pointed to the sink. I looked in and saw the wet panties and shorts that Sandy had left behind when we took off for the doctor's office. I knew right there it was going to be a long night ahead of me.
Actually, it wasn't because Pat (the PTA lady) called while I was attempting to bring Elle up to date on Kaye. She was in a panic of her own. It had been reported to her that there was rumor circulating that Bob (who was running for the school board) had lost his job and was moving to Texas so to vote for him would be a waste of time. It wasn't true so she wanted to drop off a list of names of parents with kids in the school and then have Elle and or I call them to say that it was a lie. She also wanted us to encourage the people we called to go down to the post office on Saturday morning to meet Bob in person and to hear it from him. By the time I got off the phone with her my head was spinning between that, the afternoon with Sandy, the doctor and Kaye... and trying to explain it all to Elle.
To be continued...
It didn’t take long before Kaye woke up crying. Elle got up to sooth her but as soon as she put her back down in bed she started crying again. After a couple of tries Elle marched back into our bedroom and thrust Kaye into my arms with words like ”You caused it... you fix it!“ and climbed back in bed, turning out the light as she did. I took Kaye downstairs and sat in the recliner. At some point we both fell asleep. The first rays of daylight appeared and woke me up. Kaye was still asleep but I was stiff as a board. My back, which hadn’t bothered me in a long time, was definitely unhappy. I managed to get up and placed her on the couch while I tried to unlimber. That didn’t go well... at all.
When Elle came downstairs she looked tired and was definitely cranky. After checking on Kaye she told me to explain her condition to Sandy who was her babysitter for the day. I was barely dressed when she arrived. To me it appeared that she was back to being the Sandy I’d known before her miscarriage with both her bouncy step and big smile. Kaye was still on the sofa and fussing when she walked in. I watched as Sandy went over to her, bent over at the waist and kissed her cheek. That singular move was what really woke me up. Sandy was wearing a pair of short shorts and I got a ”double”... a VPL along with a a panty peek from under the leg cuffs. The VPL told me immediately that she was wearing “dribble panties” and the peek told me she wasn’t wearing the sanitary panties over them. I didn’t stay around for long because my bulge was growing faster than I could control it. In leaving I told her about Kaye’s accident and to call me if she felt there was a problem.
When I got Sandy’s call it was around 2:30pm. She had put Kaye down for her nap and she was still “fussy”. She waited a while before checking on her and when she did the bandage over her ear was no longer on and there was blood on the sheet. She didn’t know what to do and she also didn’t have a car. I knew there was no way to reach Elle so it was going to be up to me. I called Kaye’s doctor and brought her up to date on what had happened the night before and asked her what to do... take her to the ER again or bring her to her office. She told me to bring her in as she thought that when the bandage had come off it had taken the beginning of a scab off. I told her it would be about an hour. When I called Sandy back she had put a cold wet washcloth on the ear and was holding Kaye. She told me that Kaye was calm when she held and rocked her and planned on taking her out to the screened in porch and would be there in the big wicker rocking chair when I got home.
I cleared my leaving with both Hobie and Bret and headed home. As I pulled up the drive I could see Sandy in the rocking chair. Initially I thought she saw me pulling in and I waited in the car for a minute. When I saw there was no movement I finally got out and headed for the porch. I could see the chair wasn’t moving as I approached the steps. Opening the door I saw a puddle under the chair and Sandy asleep with Kaye cuddled up in her arms. I walked up to her and, as gently as I could, I rubbed her arm. Fortunately, it didn’t startle her. I could see she was embarrassed as she looked up at me but it wasn’t because she was wet but it was that she’d fallen asleep. It wasn’t until I’d taken Kaye from her and she started to get up that she realized her situation. That was when she was seriously embarrassed.
My concern was in getting Kaye to the doctor’s office. However, there was no way I was going to be able to take her by myself. Sandy was beside herself, apologizing for “making a mess”. I think I told her that it was OK... that I understood, a couple of times. I also emphasized to her that I needed her help. Her reaction was that she couldn’t go in that condition. I was holding Kaye (or I should say Kaye was holding me) and didn’t want to carry her upstairs to get some of Elle’s clothes for her to wear. I told her where to find Elle’s panties and that there should be a pair of shorts on the chair by the closet. I remember Sandy looking at me with a quizzical look on her face. I assured her that it was OK and to please hurry. As she headed up the stairs I noted her wet backside.
It didn’t take her long for her to return and as she came down the stairs I told her there were washcloths and towels in the cabinet in the bathroom. I was too preoccupied with Kaye that I never thought to look at which panties of Elle's panties she took. Again, she was quick and we headed out the door. I told her she’d have to drive as Kaye was now glued to me. That’s when we hit a major problem... my car was a standard shift with the shifter on the floor. She looked at me and shaking her head. For some reason I remembered that she grew up on a farm and asked if she’d ever driven any of the farm vehicles. She said she had but the shifter was on the steering column. I told her it was no different except that it was now on the floor. I then asked if she remembered how to use the clutch pedal and she nodded that she did. So I told her I’d do the shifting but she had to have the clutch pedal to the floor when I did. At first it was a very interesting trip but by the time we arrived we were both in sync.
The doctor, after looking at the wound, assured me that Kaye would be OK. Her diagnosis over the phone proved to be correct and all she did was to cauterize a small spot again and re-bandaged it. Kaye never let go of me the whole time. As we were leaving the doctor handed her two lolly pops, something Elle wouldn’t allow. Believe me, that got her attention. I was hoping she’d let go enough so I could drive home but as soon as I tried to give her to Sandy she started fussing again.
On the trip home she finally let go of me with both her hands to better handle the lollypops. When she did Sandy asked if it would be OK to go right her house as it was past 5pm and Johnnie, her husband, had a ballgame that night. Since she lived less than five minutes from where we did and I figured Kaye would be OK for me to drive that short of a trip. But the thing was that when she said 5pm I went into a mini panic. That meant no one was home when the older girls arrived from school. With Sandy and Kaye not there and finding the girls alone I knew there was going to be one very upset woman. I didn't know the half of it!
I never got a chance to explain anything because as soon as we (Kaye and I) walked in Elle, without saying anything, motioned for me to follow her. I did, right into the downstairs bathroom where she pointed to the sink. I looked in and saw the wet panties and shorts that Sandy had left behind when we took off for the doctor's office. I knew right there it was going to be a long night ahead of me.
Actually, it wasn't because Pat (the PTA lady) called while I was attempting to bring Elle up to date on Kaye. She was in a panic of her own. It had been reported to her that there was rumor circulating that Bob (who was running for the school board) had lost his job and was moving to Texas so to vote for him would be a waste of time. It wasn't true so she wanted to drop off a list of names of parents with kids in the school and then have Elle and or I call them to say that it was a lie. She also wanted us to encourage the people we called to go down to the post office on Saturday morning to meet Bob in person and to hear it from him. By the time I got off the phone with her my head was spinning between that, the afternoon with Sandy, the doctor and Kaye... and trying to explain it all to Elle.
To be continued...
Tuesday, May 05, 2015
Time out...
For anybody who cares, I’ve got a family emergency to take care of so will not be posting for a few days. Hopefully it will work out by the weekend. Please check back then...
The Pantymaven
The Pantymaven
Monday, May 04, 2015
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131f)
CHANGES... good and bad (Part131f)
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I approached the round about. Kaye was lying on the ground holding her arms around her head and both were covered with blood. She wasn’t crying but was gasping for breath. (I was told that she was probably in shock) I ran over to her to pick her up and at first she didn’t recognize me. I pulled her hand from her ear and what I saw made my legs wobble. There was a piece from the top of her ear dangling. Anne, the middle daughter, had run from the site and was about 20 feet away holding her eyes and crying. Jean, the oldest who had come to fetch me, stood by her side with her eyes wide open. At that point I didn’t care how the accident happened... I knew I had to stop the bleeding and get Kaye to a doctor. I knew there were towels under the front seat of my car that I kept for when Elle had an ”accident“ so I ran over to it to get one to press on her ear. As I was doing that I realized that I couldn’t keep pressure on the wound and drive at the same time. Looking around I realized that a nurse lived in one of the houses that was adjacent to the field we were on. I started running that way yelling for the other girls to follow. It only took a few minutes and, luckily, she was home.
I wouldn’t say that they were friends of Elle and I but we knew both the husband and wife as they had been friends of my parents. Jeanette had also worked at the hospital where my grandmother had been for so long as well. Locally, she was somewhat ”famous“ for having had two sets of twins ( a boy and girl each time) in the same calendar year. Ironically, their kids were in the same grades as my two oldest.
As soon as Jeanette saw the ”damage“ she took control. She told her husband to watch my older kids and told me to get in their car as we were headed for the emergency room at the hospital. Just as we were leaving she asked where Elle was. She called her husband over and I told him that she was at Ginger’s house and then she told him to call her and bring her up to date. Then we were off.
Normally, it was a twenty minute trip. We made it in less than fifteen. In retrospect, I got to thinking that she should’ve been the driver of ”B’s“ racecar. There were no patients in the ER so we went right in. I think the doctor on duty was a Philippine as he had sort of an Asian look. He and a male nurse cleaned Kaye up and without the blood covering her face I could see some scrapes on her cheekbone that led right up to her ear. But the ear was definitely the problem. The top which normally folds over to make sort of a cap was torn away and holding on by just a thin piece of flesh. The doctor, thinking that Jeannette was the mother, told her there was no way to reattach it. My first thought, at that moment, was that she was going to end up deformed. After removing the flap he cauterized it and told us that when it was fully healed that minor surgery could make it look less harsh. I was listening to him and that’s when the reality of having to face Elle hit me.
Jeannette drove us home with me holding Kaye in my arms. She was still frightened but wasn’t crying. Thankfully, Jeanette walked up to the house with me to explain to Elle about the bandage and what had to be done with it. I’d heard the instructions but most of it went in one ear and out the other. Elle was surprisingly calm. We thanked her and then Elle took Kaye up to bed. I was left with the two older girls who Elle had picked up after getting the telephone call from Jeanette’s husband. I could see from the looks on their faces that they weren’t too happy about being alone with me.
The story that they told was that they’d been doing as I’d instructed... with Kaye seated on the round about they were to push it, slowly, to make it go round and round. They’d been doing for a short while when one of Jean’s classmates (a boy) came along and told them they weren’t pushing it fast enough and jumped in and started pushing it harder and faster. Then, a friend of his joined in, pushing Jean and Anne away from the round about. In telling me this Jean was starting to cry saying that she’d tried to make them stop. Then, Kaye got frightened and wanted to get off so crawled towards the edge. As the girls explained it, she fell off and started to cry. That’s when Jean came to get me and the boys ran off.
I’d never known either of the girls to lie and, since their story seemed believable, had them come over to get a hug. Anne wanted to know why Kaye had a ”big marshmallow“ on her ear which brought a bit of a smile to my face. Elle never came down after getting Kaye settled calling for the girls to say ”good night“ and to come up to bed. I sat there alone for about twenty minutes before she appeared. I was ready for the ”attack“ but it never came. She was quite calm and about the harshest thing she had to say was ”You won’t do that again... right?“
Then she changed the subject completely as she went into the detail of the procedure that Ginger was going to have to, hopefully, relieve her ”dribble“ problem. Going back to my earliest posts I had explained Elle’s mother having a fear of doctors. This was passed on to Elle but I had managed to allay some of them to get her to go through a couple of minor procedures that, to some slight degree, had alleviated some of her ”dribbles“. However, the procedure for a trans vaginal mesh was fairly extensive and, Elle, after hearing Ginger describe the operation and the recovery time had decided that it wasn’t for her. I know it sounds perverted and somewhat cruel... but I was glad... for two reasons. First, I’d done some preliminary work on seeing if the bank’s hospitalization and medical plan covered it. It was if the procedure was necessary for the health of the patient but wasn’t if it was only desired by the patient. That meant Elle would have to get her primary doctor to say it was for health reasons and she wasn’t sure she would. But, with Elle’s decision, it wasn’t an issue. The second was purely for a selfish reason... I liked it when I was with her and she was wet and I wasn't sure what life would be like if she had the procedure.
Then, Elle went on to say that Ginger had mentioned the ”dribble panties“. Her doctor, seeing them on Ginger, asked where she’d gotten them and it was a good idea. Whereas Elle’s problem wasn’t as severe as Ginger’s Elle would try to wear just the panties without the sanitary panties over them. Ginger had taken to wearing both and she told Elle the doctor told her was that we should’ve added the plastic crotch right to the dribble panties themselves and then sold them. Ginger said the doctor thought there would be a market for them like that. It was nice to hear but it caught me by surprise. Elle added that she didn’t want to go into ”production“ other than possibly making more for herself and then only as needed. However, lying in bed that night the wheels in my mind started turning.
To be continued...
I couldn’t believe my eyes as I approached the round about. Kaye was lying on the ground holding her arms around her head and both were covered with blood. She wasn’t crying but was gasping for breath. (I was told that she was probably in shock) I ran over to her to pick her up and at first she didn’t recognize me. I pulled her hand from her ear and what I saw made my legs wobble. There was a piece from the top of her ear dangling. Anne, the middle daughter, had run from the site and was about 20 feet away holding her eyes and crying. Jean, the oldest who had come to fetch me, stood by her side with her eyes wide open. At that point I didn’t care how the accident happened... I knew I had to stop the bleeding and get Kaye to a doctor. I knew there were towels under the front seat of my car that I kept for when Elle had an ”accident“ so I ran over to it to get one to press on her ear. As I was doing that I realized that I couldn’t keep pressure on the wound and drive at the same time. Looking around I realized that a nurse lived in one of the houses that was adjacent to the field we were on. I started running that way yelling for the other girls to follow. It only took a few minutes and, luckily, she was home.
I wouldn’t say that they were friends of Elle and I but we knew both the husband and wife as they had been friends of my parents. Jeanette had also worked at the hospital where my grandmother had been for so long as well. Locally, she was somewhat ”famous“ for having had two sets of twins ( a boy and girl each time) in the same calendar year. Ironically, their kids were in the same grades as my two oldest.
As soon as Jeanette saw the ”damage“ she took control. She told her husband to watch my older kids and told me to get in their car as we were headed for the emergency room at the hospital. Just as we were leaving she asked where Elle was. She called her husband over and I told him that she was at Ginger’s house and then she told him to call her and bring her up to date. Then we were off.
Normally, it was a twenty minute trip. We made it in less than fifteen. In retrospect, I got to thinking that she should’ve been the driver of ”B’s“ racecar. There were no patients in the ER so we went right in. I think the doctor on duty was a Philippine as he had sort of an Asian look. He and a male nurse cleaned Kaye up and without the blood covering her face I could see some scrapes on her cheekbone that led right up to her ear. But the ear was definitely the problem. The top which normally folds over to make sort of a cap was torn away and holding on by just a thin piece of flesh. The doctor, thinking that Jeannette was the mother, told her there was no way to reattach it. My first thought, at that moment, was that she was going to end up deformed. After removing the flap he cauterized it and told us that when it was fully healed that minor surgery could make it look less harsh. I was listening to him and that’s when the reality of having to face Elle hit me.
Jeannette drove us home with me holding Kaye in my arms. She was still frightened but wasn’t crying. Thankfully, Jeanette walked up to the house with me to explain to Elle about the bandage and what had to be done with it. I’d heard the instructions but most of it went in one ear and out the other. Elle was surprisingly calm. We thanked her and then Elle took Kaye up to bed. I was left with the two older girls who Elle had picked up after getting the telephone call from Jeanette’s husband. I could see from the looks on their faces that they weren’t too happy about being alone with me.
The story that they told was that they’d been doing as I’d instructed... with Kaye seated on the round about they were to push it, slowly, to make it go round and round. They’d been doing for a short while when one of Jean’s classmates (a boy) came along and told them they weren’t pushing it fast enough and jumped in and started pushing it harder and faster. Then, a friend of his joined in, pushing Jean and Anne away from the round about. In telling me this Jean was starting to cry saying that she’d tried to make them stop. Then, Kaye got frightened and wanted to get off so crawled towards the edge. As the girls explained it, she fell off and started to cry. That’s when Jean came to get me and the boys ran off.
I’d never known either of the girls to lie and, since their story seemed believable, had them come over to get a hug. Anne wanted to know why Kaye had a ”big marshmallow“ on her ear which brought a bit of a smile to my face. Elle never came down after getting Kaye settled calling for the girls to say ”good night“ and to come up to bed. I sat there alone for about twenty minutes before she appeared. I was ready for the ”attack“ but it never came. She was quite calm and about the harshest thing she had to say was ”You won’t do that again... right?“
Then she changed the subject completely as she went into the detail of the procedure that Ginger was going to have to, hopefully, relieve her ”dribble“ problem. Going back to my earliest posts I had explained Elle’s mother having a fear of doctors. This was passed on to Elle but I had managed to allay some of them to get her to go through a couple of minor procedures that, to some slight degree, had alleviated some of her ”dribbles“. However, the procedure for a trans vaginal mesh was fairly extensive and, Elle, after hearing Ginger describe the operation and the recovery time had decided that it wasn’t for her. I know it sounds perverted and somewhat cruel... but I was glad... for two reasons. First, I’d done some preliminary work on seeing if the bank’s hospitalization and medical plan covered it. It was if the procedure was necessary for the health of the patient but wasn’t if it was only desired by the patient. That meant Elle would have to get her primary doctor to say it was for health reasons and she wasn’t sure she would. But, with Elle’s decision, it wasn’t an issue. The second was purely for a selfish reason... I liked it when I was with her and she was wet and I wasn't sure what life would be like if she had the procedure.
Then, Elle went on to say that Ginger had mentioned the ”dribble panties“. Her doctor, seeing them on Ginger, asked where she’d gotten them and it was a good idea. Whereas Elle’s problem wasn’t as severe as Ginger’s Elle would try to wear just the panties without the sanitary panties over them. Ginger had taken to wearing both and she told Elle the doctor told her was that we should’ve added the plastic crotch right to the dribble panties themselves and then sold them. Ginger said the doctor thought there would be a market for them like that. It was nice to hear but it caught me by surprise. Elle added that she didn’t want to go into ”production“ other than possibly making more for herself and then only as needed. However, lying in bed that night the wheels in my mind started turning.
To be continued...
Friday, May 01, 2015
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 130e)
CHANGES... good and bad (Part 131e)
None of the concerns I’d had about Gina had come to pass and I actually felt comfortable with her in explaining what I wanted her to do for and with Janet. When she was about to leave my desk I remembered that I’d wanted to ask if she’d heard any word on or about Jerene but, with Janet there, let the thought pass. The bag with Jerene's belongings was still right in beside my desk and the wall as a reminder so there wasn’t any rush on it.
I was kind of anxious to get home to see if any of the ”goodwill“ I’d generated the day before with the pressure cooker still lingered so was ready to leave at 5pm. As I picked up my briefcase I saw Gina headed my way. I figured she wanted to say something about how the day had gone with Janet but I was totally wrong. You know how we’ve all talked about ESP at one time or another? Well, Gina had waned to tell me about Jerene when we’d been together earlier but, like me, felt it wasn’t the time or place. As it turned out Gina had spoken to Jerene’s mother the day before and found that she’d gone to live with a relative for a while. That gave me the opening to tell her about Jerene’s ”stuff“ and if she could find out what Jerene might want to do with it. I pulled the bag out and before I could say anything Gina was looking through it. By then Bret, Hobie and Trish were gone... thankfully. Gina pulled out the sweater and scarf and mixed in with them was the pair of Carter’s Spanky pants which proceeded to fall on my desk. When Gina saw them she laughed and I remember her words clearly... ”Don’t tell me she actually wore these?“ as she held them up. I can’t tell you why but I wanted to defend Jerene and the panties at that juncture and maybe my facial expression showed it. I remember her smiling when she asked if I liked them. Actually, I sort of did since I knew that Serena (as well as Elle) wore them. However, I didn't answer and she went on to say they were just like the panties her mother made her wear when she was a girl. I can't remember what was said right after that but we did have some sort of repartee and Gina saying something about them being the least sexy undergarment going and I replying by saying "... and just what do you wear?" That made her laugh out loud and to say "Wouldn't you like to know? I was right back at her and said "YES!"
So help me, I was unprepared for what happened next. Gina turned and then looked behind her so that one hip was facing me. With a swift motion she reached to the hem of her skirt and lifted it up far enough for me to see she was wearing bikini panties. I could actually see her flesh above the waist elastic. It was only for a few seconds and certainly not enough time for me to “digest” what I’d just witnessed. When she let the hem go she also started walking towards the door. She got a few feet away and while still walking turned her head to say that when she caught up with Jerene she’d let me know. The look on her face told me that she’d enjoyed making me somewhat uncomfortable. As she walked across the lobby I swear I could visualize her backside with just a pair of bikini panties on. It took a moment for me to gather my thoughts back up before heading home.
Wednesday was the regular mortgage committee meeting and I was to sit in for Hobie as he was off picking his daughter up from college. My job was to take the minutes and nothing else. As long as I didn’t have to speak in front of the Trustees I was fine. I got to the meeting early and was placing the agenda for the meeting at each member’s place when the Trustee I’d asked about the propriety of changing the rules governing the school board election walked in. As I said before, he was the one who’d supported me when I’d had to make a presentation to the Board. He came up to me and, in sort of a whisper, told me that I was right but to let the matter drop. The only way I can describe the situation is to say it was a “fatherly talk”. I started to say something and he just put his finger to his lips, smiled and walked away. I was truly puzzled but, because I respected him, vowed to follow his advice.
I managed to avoid Gina all day until the mortgage meeting was over. I wasn’t thinking when I chose to come down the back stairs and saw Gina standing behind Lorrie at the bookkeeping machine (computer). She was pretty much blocking my way and when she saw me this sort of knowing smile came over her face. I was immediately reminded of Jerene and the “mind games” she would play with me. It made me wonder if Jerene had said anything to Gina about our “conversations“. Nothing was said and I moved on as quickly as I could.
Not that I didn’t have enough going on, Elle told me she’d found a note in the door asking me to contact the senior warden at the church. Wardens were like the board of directors in church terminology. I had a feeling that it was about our new minister and I was right on the money. The parishioners had gotten wind of all the added people living at the manse and had seen multiple cars parked there with some on the lawn. He wanted the wardens to join him there after supper to ”discuss“ the situation with the minister. Even though I was much concerned about it myself I told him I couldn't make it as I was going to be babysitting after supper. Elle was going over to Ginger’s house to discuss her upcoming procedure and to get more information to see if the same procedure might help her. I'd forgotten about it since she hadn’t mentioned it again after initially explaining it to me the week before.
Kaye, the youngest, hadn’t seen much of the playground up at the school because she hadn’t yet started school so I suggested that the older girls introduce her to some of the things available there. They were all excited and Elle complimented me on thinking of it (a rare experience). It took less than five minutes to get there and as we pulled up I could see some people playing tennis on the school courts. I knew that as soon as Elle finished up her teaching job that she’d have me out there once again. I got the kids situated and observed them for a few minutes but curiosity was getting the best of me. I wanted to see just who was playing, especially since two of them were female.
I recognized one of the males as being a kid that had graduated a few years earlier but the females were strangers. I didn’t know the guy well enough to feel comfortable just walking up and chatting with him so I just stood by the edge of the fence and watched. In my previous posts I’ve explained how I’d learned that panty peeks were much more prevalent when the female wore a tennis dress as opposed to a skirt with a separate top. On this night I was very much reminded of that. Of the two girls, one was relatively cute and the other... well, think of Camilla Bowles, Prince Charles’ wife. BUT, she wore a dress. As my notes and my memory remember it there wasn’t much that the skirt hid. Almost every motion she made gave away a peek. Frilly panties were very much in vogue for the top women players at that time but there was nothing fancy or frilly about what she was wearing. I watched for about ten or so minutes before they changed sides and when they did they stopped at the net post closest to where I was standing to get something to drink. ”Camilla“ bent at the waist to get pick up a cup and I had an absolutely unobstructed view of her backside and much of her crotch. She did have on two panties with a very distinct crotch lines. After seeing it for a few seconds I was forced to put my hand in my pocket to keep from getting embarrassed. Just as they resumed play Jean, my oldest came running up to tell me that Kaye had fallen off the round about and was crying. As I walked back to where they were I remember thinking how lucky I’d been that her accident hadn’t happened a few minutes before.
To be continued...
None of the concerns I’d had about Gina had come to pass and I actually felt comfortable with her in explaining what I wanted her to do for and with Janet. When she was about to leave my desk I remembered that I’d wanted to ask if she’d heard any word on or about Jerene but, with Janet there, let the thought pass. The bag with Jerene's belongings was still right in beside my desk and the wall as a reminder so there wasn’t any rush on it.
I was kind of anxious to get home to see if any of the ”goodwill“ I’d generated the day before with the pressure cooker still lingered so was ready to leave at 5pm. As I picked up my briefcase I saw Gina headed my way. I figured she wanted to say something about how the day had gone with Janet but I was totally wrong. You know how we’ve all talked about ESP at one time or another? Well, Gina had waned to tell me about Jerene when we’d been together earlier but, like me, felt it wasn’t the time or place. As it turned out Gina had spoken to Jerene’s mother the day before and found that she’d gone to live with a relative for a while. That gave me the opening to tell her about Jerene’s ”stuff“ and if she could find out what Jerene might want to do with it. I pulled the bag out and before I could say anything Gina was looking through it. By then Bret, Hobie and Trish were gone... thankfully. Gina pulled out the sweater and scarf and mixed in with them was the pair of Carter’s Spanky pants which proceeded to fall on my desk. When Gina saw them she laughed and I remember her words clearly... ”Don’t tell me she actually wore these?“ as she held them up. I can’t tell you why but I wanted to defend Jerene and the panties at that juncture and maybe my facial expression showed it. I remember her smiling when she asked if I liked them. Actually, I sort of did since I knew that Serena (as well as Elle) wore them. However, I didn't answer and she went on to say they were just like the panties her mother made her wear when she was a girl. I can't remember what was said right after that but we did have some sort of repartee and Gina saying something about them being the least sexy undergarment going and I replying by saying "... and just what do you wear?" That made her laugh out loud and to say "Wouldn't you like to know? I was right back at her and said "YES!"
So help me, I was unprepared for what happened next. Gina turned and then looked behind her so that one hip was facing me. With a swift motion she reached to the hem of her skirt and lifted it up far enough for me to see she was wearing bikini panties. I could actually see her flesh above the waist elastic. It was only for a few seconds and certainly not enough time for me to “digest” what I’d just witnessed. When she let the hem go she also started walking towards the door. She got a few feet away and while still walking turned her head to say that when she caught up with Jerene she’d let me know. The look on her face told me that she’d enjoyed making me somewhat uncomfortable. As she walked across the lobby I swear I could visualize her backside with just a pair of bikini panties on. It took a moment for me to gather my thoughts back up before heading home.
Wednesday was the regular mortgage committee meeting and I was to sit in for Hobie as he was off picking his daughter up from college. My job was to take the minutes and nothing else. As long as I didn’t have to speak in front of the Trustees I was fine. I got to the meeting early and was placing the agenda for the meeting at each member’s place when the Trustee I’d asked about the propriety of changing the rules governing the school board election walked in. As I said before, he was the one who’d supported me when I’d had to make a presentation to the Board. He came up to me and, in sort of a whisper, told me that I was right but to let the matter drop. The only way I can describe the situation is to say it was a “fatherly talk”. I started to say something and he just put his finger to his lips, smiled and walked away. I was truly puzzled but, because I respected him, vowed to follow his advice.
I managed to avoid Gina all day until the mortgage meeting was over. I wasn’t thinking when I chose to come down the back stairs and saw Gina standing behind Lorrie at the bookkeeping machine (computer). She was pretty much blocking my way and when she saw me this sort of knowing smile came over her face. I was immediately reminded of Jerene and the “mind games” she would play with me. It made me wonder if Jerene had said anything to Gina about our “conversations“. Nothing was said and I moved on as quickly as I could.
Not that I didn’t have enough going on, Elle told me she’d found a note in the door asking me to contact the senior warden at the church. Wardens were like the board of directors in church terminology. I had a feeling that it was about our new minister and I was right on the money. The parishioners had gotten wind of all the added people living at the manse and had seen multiple cars parked there with some on the lawn. He wanted the wardens to join him there after supper to ”discuss“ the situation with the minister. Even though I was much concerned about it myself I told him I couldn't make it as I was going to be babysitting after supper. Elle was going over to Ginger’s house to discuss her upcoming procedure and to get more information to see if the same procedure might help her. I'd forgotten about it since she hadn’t mentioned it again after initially explaining it to me the week before.
Kaye, the youngest, hadn’t seen much of the playground up at the school because she hadn’t yet started school so I suggested that the older girls introduce her to some of the things available there. They were all excited and Elle complimented me on thinking of it (a rare experience). It took less than five minutes to get there and as we pulled up I could see some people playing tennis on the school courts. I knew that as soon as Elle finished up her teaching job that she’d have me out there once again. I got the kids situated and observed them for a few minutes but curiosity was getting the best of me. I wanted to see just who was playing, especially since two of them were female.
I recognized one of the males as being a kid that had graduated a few years earlier but the females were strangers. I didn’t know the guy well enough to feel comfortable just walking up and chatting with him so I just stood by the edge of the fence and watched. In my previous posts I’ve explained how I’d learned that panty peeks were much more prevalent when the female wore a tennis dress as opposed to a skirt with a separate top. On this night I was very much reminded of that. Of the two girls, one was relatively cute and the other... well, think of Camilla Bowles, Prince Charles’ wife. BUT, she wore a dress. As my notes and my memory remember it there wasn’t much that the skirt hid. Almost every motion she made gave away a peek. Frilly panties were very much in vogue for the top women players at that time but there was nothing fancy or frilly about what she was wearing. I watched for about ten or so minutes before they changed sides and when they did they stopped at the net post closest to where I was standing to get something to drink. ”Camilla“ bent at the waist to get pick up a cup and I had an absolutely unobstructed view of her backside and much of her crotch. She did have on two panties with a very distinct crotch lines. After seeing it for a few seconds I was forced to put my hand in my pocket to keep from getting embarrassed. Just as they resumed play Jean, my oldest came running up to tell me that Kaye had fallen off the round about and was crying. As I walked back to where they were I remember thinking how lucky I’d been that her accident hadn’t happened a few minutes before.
To be continued...
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