BRING ON SUMMER... and the heat (Part134h)
As we were finishing
up handing out the coolers I saw Hobie approaching and looking very
concerned. He called for me to come over to where he’d stopped in the
lobby. The telephone call he’d been on was telling him that his teen
aged son had been hit by a car and was on his way to the hospital via
ambulance. In past posts I’ve told of the bank’s participation in
various Chamber of Commerce promotions. It was always a big sponsor of
the 4th of July fireworks show. Hobie was the primary representative at
meetings and functions with me filling in occasionally. Donors to the
fireworks shows were rewarded with a choice viewing spot and reserved
parking. Hobie had always taken his family but with his son’s condition
in question he wanted to alert me that I should be prepared to go. The
venue was at the town beach which was a perfect place from which to
watch but with serious parking problems. That was the primary reason Elle and I never attended. A secondary one was that the girls weren’t all that
fond of loud noises. I felt badly about his son and told him that I’d
be there to represent the bank if he called. It was one of those mixed
emotion deals... and I wasn’t sure how Elle would feel about it.
The
cooler handout went well with most recipients appreciative of the gift.
There were a few who declined so by the time everybody had left there were a
few left over. I asked Bret if he was interested in another and he
readily accepted. He’d heard Mala’s comment about them being a perfect
diaper bag and he had another baby on the way. I took an extra one as
well although I hoped it wouldn’t be for use with diapers. In a few of
our recent sexual encounters we’d failed to use ‘protection’ so there
was the lingering doubt until ‘that time of the month’ arrived.
I
decided not to mention anything about the fireworks show to Elle,
choosing to wait until I heard something from Hobie. When I was walking
up to the house I heard music from over at Sabrina’s yard. Never knowing
what to expect I made my way to the opening in the hedge. “Big B” was
unloading things from the back of his father’s pick-up. There was a
stove like contraption in the driveway in front of the truck. Then I saw
Pete and Tom carrying a large table with the legs that fold up under
it. I watched for about a minute when I heard the unmistakable voice of
Sabrina calling to me. She wanted to know when we’d be over. I asked her
“For what?”. Then she realized I hadn’t yet seen Elle.
She was
hosting a “lobster party” and “B” was the cook. He was amazing and it
sometimes seemed like there wasn’t anything he wasn’t capable of.
Sabrina told me that she’d spoken to Elle about it but didn’t really get
an answer from her. I told her I’d find out and would probably be back.
Walking into the house I could hear Elle on the phone. It was Hobie.
His son was in the ICU with multiple broken ribs, broken leg and
fractured wrist. He didn’t have to say anything more... I knew I was now
going to the fireworks show the next night. I still didn’t say anything
to Elle, wanting to know about the lobster party next door. She hadn’t
said “yes” because of the kids. She knew it was much to short a notice to
get her mother to take them but hadn’t said “no” thinking I’d
probably want to go.
I did. I’d never turn down a free lobster
meal. I stayed home while the kids ate their supper and then headed next
door. By then there were two big steaming pots on the stove, two
tables, a tub with a quarter keg of beer and about a dozen people. I
recognized the “unmarried’s” crew as well as Jon’s (the milkman) sister,
Leigh, and my brother. Martin, of course, was there as he and Sabrina
were a confirmed twosome. Bebe, Pete’s girlfriend, was also there.
However, there were four women I’d never seen before. All the
people I knew were dressed very casually but the four of them looked
like they were dressed for a formal lawn party. Sabrina grabbed hold of
my arm and dragged me over to the women to introduce me. They were some
of the writers that she had hoped to connect with during the Summer. It
took me but seconds to see just what ‘phonies’ they were. Self promoting
pseudo sophisticates is how I tabbed them. The one older woman, when
telling me her name, held out her hand and it felt like a damp
washcloth. She informed me that Sabrina was a “bright light” in an
otherwise dim literary world. Of course, Sabrina ate that up and thanked
her profusely. All I knew was that I didn’t want any part of them. Just
give me my lobster and I’d be happy.
Pete and Bebe got me up to
speed on Sabrina and Martin. Now with a car, he was driving out in mid
week to see her. Pete winked and I took it to mean he was staying at her
house when he did. I did know he was staying with his parents on the
weekends and, with a smile, wondered what was happening that night.
Right from the time I’d first met Bebe I’d wondered how she was able to
get off from work like she did what with her parents owning the
restaurant where she worked. When I asked she laughed. With a twinkle in
her eyes she answered that she was “Daddy’s girl”. She went on to say,
in a much more serious tone, that she worked in the mornings by cleaning
up from the night before and then through lunch as a waitress. For the
evening’s seating her parents had basically the same crew of servers for
years and they didn’t want to make a change to slot in Bebe. She said
she liked it because she had most of her evenings free. With that she
smiled and turned both her palms up signifying that was why she was able
to be there.
I avoided Sabrina's guests as best I could
spending some time with “B”. As I’ve posted before, “B” was an over the
road salesman for a boating supply company calling on large marinas. However, he also had a bit
of a side business selling the same stuff at a discount to his friends.
One of them was a lobsterman and, from time to time, “B” took lobsters
in lieu of money. It was a bit too early for corn to be in season so it
was store bought salads for the accompaniments. By the time it came to
cook the lobsters the unmarrieds were well into the suds, especially
Tom. Of them all, he was probably the funniest and, with a supply of beer,
he became the entertainment. Not far behind him was Leigh. At one point
she fell off the table she was sitting on which was also funny.
To me, the funniest
scene was watching Sabrina fawn all over her four guests, especially the
older woman. Even though I only heard partial conversations I could
recognize most of it as pure bull. Even though it was none of my
business I felt badly for her. I had no idea if she had any talent but
they were just laying it on her and she was eating it up.
During
the evening I got talking to “B” about using his sailboat. I knew it was
OK during the week when he was on the road but I just wanted to confirm
it. Sabrina overheard us and asked when I was going to take her
sailing. I’d forgotten about mentioning it to her so it caught me by
surprise. Not wanting to commit to a specific date I told her I’d call.
None
of Sabrina’s four ‘guests’ held any interest for me as far as panty
peeks were concerned. Jon’s sister had on a short skirt but not really a
mini. Bebe was wearing khaki shorts but had on what appeared to be a
man’s shirt with the sleeves cut off and the tails tied in front. When
talking with her I’d tried to position myself so that I’d get either a
DP (down pants) or VPL (visible pants line) but was unsuccessful.
Sabrina was wearing a sun dress but I was pretty sure there was no slip
with it. I saw a nice silhouette when she was in the sun but I couldn’t
see her panties. It was around 10:30pm when I started to get bored and
made the rounds saying my “good nights”. I’d pretty much ignored Jon’s
sister, Leigh, but as I turned towards the opening in the hedge I saw
her fall and roll onto her back. She wasn’t more than 10 feet away and,
even with the poor light from the porch I was able to see a somewhat
familiar crotch design... the diamond shape of Sans Soucie panties. I
went over to help her up and ended up getting a confirming view. The
problem was that she was so drunk she couldn’t stand up by herself. I
didn’t know what to do with her. “B” saw me and came to my rescue. He
picked her up like she was a feather and took her over to an Adirondack
chair. I quickly ducked through the hedge and the safety of home.
To be continued...
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