A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136i)
When bringing
Bebe home I was surprised to find out that she had the next day, Sunday,
off. She had explained that when the owner’s parents had started the
restaurant they had decided not to open on Sundays as it was a “day of
worship”. When Cliff, their son, took it over he continued that policy
even though his other restaurant was open on Sundays. Lying in bed that
night I wondered what Bebe would do with the whole day and her
boyfriend, Pete, not around. I didn’t dwell on it but did try to
think of possibilities where I might get to inspect the panties she’d
borrowed from Elle as well as the ones she had on the night of the
storm. If nothing else it provided me with pleasant thoughts as I
drifted off to sleep.
As I’ve previously written, we didn’t go to
church as a family during the Summer as Sunday school was suspended
while the schools took their vacation. My own preference was to go to the
early service because I could be home by 9am and still have the majority
of the day. When Sunday school was in session we’d go to the 10am
service and then be stuck with the ‘meet and greet’ afterwards, getting
home around noon. By the time we changed clothes and ate it was usually
after 1pm and half the day was gone. Elle was still using her multiple
alarms to wake her up during the night for the bathroom and they were
set for 1am, 4am and 7am. On the whole, the system worked about 2/3rds
of the time. On this particular Sunday, she woke up wet at the 7am alarm
and for some reason didn’t get up to change. She also failed to wake
me. When I did wake up it was almost 7:30am and that meant no time for a
shower and barely enough time to wash and shave.
The room Bebe
was sleeping in was on the left as I entered the bathroom. With no air
conditioning, we left the windows open as well as all the bedroom doors
to allow air circulation. I glanced in and saw a pantied backside facing
me. I can tell you there was a bit of a temptation to take a few steps
in and to try and see just which panties they were. But... common sense
took over and I stepped on into the bathroom to wash and shave.
Arriving
home just before 9am I walked into the kitchen to see Bebe at the
stove. Elle and the girls were seated at the table. Bebe turned to me
and asked how I wanted my eggs. I looked at Elle who promptly told me
that she’d been relieved of cooking duties, at least for the morning.
Bebe was wearing what I remembered as a beach cover-up. It was an old
one of Elle’s that my mother had given her and had see through lace
panels down the side. It went to just below her knees and was somewhat
sheer. At first I couldn’t tell what she was wearing under it but didn’t
have to wait long to find out. It was meant to be tied with a sash in
front but with all the movement Bebe was making doing cooking
preparations it had become somewhat loose. When she brought the plate of
scrambled eggs over to the girls she leaned across the table and there,
to my great pleasure, I saw the panties from just below the waist
elastic right on down... for only a few seconds but that’s all it took
for a bulge to start. I thought back to when I’d looked in on her sleeping
earlier trying to remember what she’d been wearing for a top but
couldn’t. If she was still wearing it it certainly wasn’t very much. I
couldn’t determine who was the maker of the panties with just a quick
peek but it was still a thrill to see another female wearing panties and
for her to be so close.
Elle’s usual Sunday afternoon plans
revolved around the beach. She tried to please both our mothers by
spending one Sunday in July and one in August with each and the other
Sundays she’d go to the sailing club to please the older girls. Many of
the new friends met at the sailing lessons were there and there was also
the possibility, if time allowed, for me to take them out as well. Elle
had explained it to Bebe and, not wanting to make her uncomfortable
with either of our mothers, offered to take her to the sailing club
beach. Initially, she declined. Elle pressed her on it and Bebe, much to her
embarrassment, admitted she didn’t know how to swim. That made no sense
to me. She was born and raised in the area, a place people paid good
money to come and visit in the Summer because of the beaches, boating
and swimming, and she hadn’t ever really partaken of any of it. I jumped
into the conversation and told her I’d take her for a sail, promising
that she would be safe. She didn’t bite.
I left for the sailing
club at noon as the races started around 1pm. I got there, rigged the
boat and ended up chatting with both Bob and Fritz. The Friday night
storm hadn’t done any real damage but had disrupted the party enough
that most people left much as Elle and I had, to close windows at home.
They said that the club would try it again later in the Summer. I made a
face when I heard that. Race day festivities started with a meeting to
tell the racers the sequence of races. I felt it was pretty much a waste
of time except when we had stormy weather. It was clear and calm with
just enough breeze to keep the boats moving. But, just to make things
interesting, they announced that the Comet class boats (the bigger one I’d
raced up until just a few years prior to that) would race both of their
races back to back as some of the competitors wanted to also race in
the Sunfish class. There were a bunch of us regular Sunfish sailors who
raised a hue and cry. That meant that it would probably be after 3pm and
probably closer to 4pm before we’d even begin. That meant killing as
much as three hours.
There were about five of us who complained
but the club officials told us they were trying to build up the numbers
of boats in the Sunfish class and that was one way of doing it. Prior to
that announcement, we, the Sunfish class, would start our first race
immediately after the Comet class did. Sailing a shorter course, we were
usually finished by the time they started to cross their finish line.
Then, the process would be repeated and we’d all be on the shore by 4pm.
Our complaints were ignored so we were left to our own devices. I,
briefly, thought about going home and then returning around 3pm. However,
just about the same time I saw our station wagon pulling into the
parking lot.
I can’t say it was a surprise because I knew the
older two girls would ‘push’ to go to the sailing club beach rather that
to either of their grandmother’s beaches. What was the shock though was
in seeing Bebe get out of the front seat. For a second I thought it was
Elle because she was wearing one of Elle’s short sets. In fact, it was
the first one I’d bought her after I’d quit racing the horses. It was
the first knit clothes Elle had and I loved them because they fit almost
skin tight, giving off a very nice VPL and well as showing off Elle’s
figure. Although now at least five years old they still looked good and I
couldn’t wait to get over to help them unload the beach things. I
approached so that Bebe would be in front of me. My anticipation was
well rewarded. Although I couldn’t recognize the maker of the panties
from the VPL it didn’t matter. The shorts were of a goldenrod color and
on Bebe’s tight little fanny it was beautiful. I had to hide my ever
growing bulge with all the beach towels and toys. I can still picture
it!
To be continued...
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Sunday, September 27, 2015
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136h)
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136h)
It seemed clear to me that Sabrina was expecting me to come up with a solution to the problem. It would probably take me two complete posts to take you through the rest of the morning... and I’m not going to do that to you. What I will do is to try and summarize what happened as best I can.
I’m sure that if you’ve been reading this over a period of time you’ve picked up on the fact that Sabrina pretty much annoyed me, panty peeks not withstanding. After some dialog that wasn’t getting me anywhere I told her that she needed to get in touch with her father who owned the house. The problem was that we still didn’t have telephone service. Getting mad, I told her to just get in her car, drive home (about two hours away) and tell him in person. Being in the building trades I felt he had to have electricians on the payroll. She didn’t take kindly to that and when I walked outside and away from the house she came out behind me yelling. I have no idea what she was saying and didn’t care. I went to the back yard and continued to pick up the tree debris from the storm. The sun now up it had gotten hot so after a while came inside to get something to drink.
Without electricity, we basically had no water. We got it from a well and we needed the electric pump to bring it to the surface. I’d tried to get Elle to limit the girls and her use of the toilet to preserve what we had and by then they'd exhausted what was in the holding tank. That left what was in the refrigerator to drink. Use of the refrigerator was also a concern because every time the door was opened more of the cold escaped. I had my head inside it when I heard Bebe’s voice and, with Sabrina gone, didn’t understand why she was still there. Elle appeared at the same time and I gave her a puzzled look. After a pause she, sheepishly, said that she’d invited Bebe to stay for a few days. I know my puzzled look hadn’t disappeared from my face so she continued by telling me that when Sabrina left she’d left Bebe behind. Still upset from the bit with Sabrina earlier I wasn’t all that pleased with that news but Elle gave me a look that signaled for me to keep quiet... so, with a semi cold soda in my hand, headed back outside. It didn’t take long for me to start to look at the bright side and the possibility to see more of Bebe’s panties and maybe even with them on her. That thought made my yard chores a lot easier.
At lunch I got the ‘rest of the story’. Sabrina, upset after following me outside, had gone to her car and had started to head West towards her family home. She hadn’t gotten far when she remembered Bebe. She returned and offered to take her with her. However, Bebe had just gotten a job and if she didn’t show up for work would lose it. That’s when Elle made the offer to have her stay with us. That’s when I made the mistake of asking for how long. I was looking right at Bebe when I asked and she gave me a sheepish look back. That was when I realized she was wearing some of Elle’s clothes. Before she could answer Elle piped up that it was to be determined. I, without saying it, wondered who and what would make that determination.
I went back to the yard and it wasn’t long before I saw Elle, Bebe and the kids getting into the station wagon. I decided not to go over and ask what was going on figuring it would only lead to upsetting me again. By the time Elle returned I had the rear yard cleaned up and mowed which would allow the kids to play in and around their playhouse. Needing to take a break I headed for the house. It took a few seconds to realize that Bebe wasn’t with her. This time I asked. Elle had driven Bebe to work. Of course, that led to the question as to who would pick her up later. All I got back was a quick smile as she looked away.
When I walked into the house I could see we had our power back. I went to check the phone but it was still dead. I got some water and sat down on the patio for a minute thinking of what a wasted day it had become. I still had the side yards to pick up and mow and it was mid afternoon. I didn’t see Elle come around the corner and the first I knew of her was when she sat down on my lap... and boy did I know! I could feel the warmth almost immediately. My reaction was to bury one hand in her crotch. By then she had her arms around my neck and trying to kiss me. It didn’t take long to figure out that all this had to do with her inviting Bebe to stay without asking me. I took advantage of it for a few minutes before breaking the ‘spell’ and asking about Bebe.
It turns out that she’d gotten a job s a combined cook/waitress at a restaurant that was owned by the Cliff, the guy who drove my first racecar and the gas station I’d worked at as a teen. Cliff had recently taken it over from his parents. His mother had held the combined position for as long as they’d owned it but her health was failing so Cliff bought them out. Since Bebe had done just about everything at her parent’s restaurant before the fire, she was a natural. Elle did add that she’d told her that for the first time in her life she was making real, spendable money. Elle said she felt sorry for her and thought allowing her to stay with us was the right thing to do. Hearing that I couldn’t really disagree. I also knew that I would be the one to go pick her up later. It was about then I remembered that Bebe had been wearing Elle’s clothes when I’d eaten lunch with them so asked about that. I remember Elle laughing and saying that Sabrina had been so upset, even after she came back to fetch Bebe, that she drove off with the keys to the house. Bebe had gone over to check and found it locked. Other than in height, she and Bebe were close in size so Elle had offered them to her.
Of course my mind went right to the thought of panties and I wondered just which ones Elle had given her. Knowing Bebe was a ‘bikini girl’ I wondered what she thought about wearing full brief panties. In my thoughts I was sort of upset that I’d not made any effort to look for a VPL when I’d noticed her wearing Elle’s clothes. Now, with a more positive outlook I actually started looking forward to getting her after work.
Right after WWII my parents had become friends with the people who owned the restaurant (Cliff’s parents) and the family had eaten there many times. That’s how I got to know Cliff in the first place. However, It had been at least fifteen years since I’d been there. Talk about stepping back in time! I swear that nothing had changed in the place. Bebe's hours were basically from 2pm to 9pm, give or take a bit. I arrived around 9pm and when I walked in the bar area was still crowded. I went to the kitchen and Bebe was just taking off her apron and putting it into the soiled linen container. Her back was to me and the first place my eyes went was to her backside. I recognized a pair of Elle’s white ‘clamdigger’ pants but, on Bebe, they went down to her ankles and looked like slacks. But the VPL was what I was focused on. There were only two kinds of Elle’s panties that I could recognize in a VPL... Van Raalte and Evette, and what she had on was neither of them. In a way I was disappointed. I’d have to wait, hopefully, to the next day to find out what they were.
I’d hoped to get to know a little more about Bebe on the way home but all she wanted to talk about was her boyfriend, Pete. I’d come to know him through ‘Big B’ and the ‘unmarrieds group’. I actually knew his brother from when we were still in school. The one interesting thing I did glean from her was that Sabrina was scared to death of fire and that’s why she wouldn’t go back into the house. It was something about when she was real young. I did ask about being left behind and she laughed and said something along the lines of “Well, that’s Sabrina!”
To be continued...
It seemed clear to me that Sabrina was expecting me to come up with a solution to the problem. It would probably take me two complete posts to take you through the rest of the morning... and I’m not going to do that to you. What I will do is to try and summarize what happened as best I can.
I’m sure that if you’ve been reading this over a period of time you’ve picked up on the fact that Sabrina pretty much annoyed me, panty peeks not withstanding. After some dialog that wasn’t getting me anywhere I told her that she needed to get in touch with her father who owned the house. The problem was that we still didn’t have telephone service. Getting mad, I told her to just get in her car, drive home (about two hours away) and tell him in person. Being in the building trades I felt he had to have electricians on the payroll. She didn’t take kindly to that and when I walked outside and away from the house she came out behind me yelling. I have no idea what she was saying and didn’t care. I went to the back yard and continued to pick up the tree debris from the storm. The sun now up it had gotten hot so after a while came inside to get something to drink.
Without electricity, we basically had no water. We got it from a well and we needed the electric pump to bring it to the surface. I’d tried to get Elle to limit the girls and her use of the toilet to preserve what we had and by then they'd exhausted what was in the holding tank. That left what was in the refrigerator to drink. Use of the refrigerator was also a concern because every time the door was opened more of the cold escaped. I had my head inside it when I heard Bebe’s voice and, with Sabrina gone, didn’t understand why she was still there. Elle appeared at the same time and I gave her a puzzled look. After a pause she, sheepishly, said that she’d invited Bebe to stay for a few days. I know my puzzled look hadn’t disappeared from my face so she continued by telling me that when Sabrina left she’d left Bebe behind. Still upset from the bit with Sabrina earlier I wasn’t all that pleased with that news but Elle gave me a look that signaled for me to keep quiet... so, with a semi cold soda in my hand, headed back outside. It didn’t take long for me to start to look at the bright side and the possibility to see more of Bebe’s panties and maybe even with them on her. That thought made my yard chores a lot easier.
At lunch I got the ‘rest of the story’. Sabrina, upset after following me outside, had gone to her car and had started to head West towards her family home. She hadn’t gotten far when she remembered Bebe. She returned and offered to take her with her. However, Bebe had just gotten a job and if she didn’t show up for work would lose it. That’s when Elle made the offer to have her stay with us. That’s when I made the mistake of asking for how long. I was looking right at Bebe when I asked and she gave me a sheepish look back. That was when I realized she was wearing some of Elle’s clothes. Before she could answer Elle piped up that it was to be determined. I, without saying it, wondered who and what would make that determination.
I went back to the yard and it wasn’t long before I saw Elle, Bebe and the kids getting into the station wagon. I decided not to go over and ask what was going on figuring it would only lead to upsetting me again. By the time Elle returned I had the rear yard cleaned up and mowed which would allow the kids to play in and around their playhouse. Needing to take a break I headed for the house. It took a few seconds to realize that Bebe wasn’t with her. This time I asked. Elle had driven Bebe to work. Of course, that led to the question as to who would pick her up later. All I got back was a quick smile as she looked away.
When I walked into the house I could see we had our power back. I went to check the phone but it was still dead. I got some water and sat down on the patio for a minute thinking of what a wasted day it had become. I still had the side yards to pick up and mow and it was mid afternoon. I didn’t see Elle come around the corner and the first I knew of her was when she sat down on my lap... and boy did I know! I could feel the warmth almost immediately. My reaction was to bury one hand in her crotch. By then she had her arms around my neck and trying to kiss me. It didn’t take long to figure out that all this had to do with her inviting Bebe to stay without asking me. I took advantage of it for a few minutes before breaking the ‘spell’ and asking about Bebe.
It turns out that she’d gotten a job s a combined cook/waitress at a restaurant that was owned by the Cliff, the guy who drove my first racecar and the gas station I’d worked at as a teen. Cliff had recently taken it over from his parents. His mother had held the combined position for as long as they’d owned it but her health was failing so Cliff bought them out. Since Bebe had done just about everything at her parent’s restaurant before the fire, she was a natural. Elle did add that she’d told her that for the first time in her life she was making real, spendable money. Elle said she felt sorry for her and thought allowing her to stay with us was the right thing to do. Hearing that I couldn’t really disagree. I also knew that I would be the one to go pick her up later. It was about then I remembered that Bebe had been wearing Elle’s clothes when I’d eaten lunch with them so asked about that. I remember Elle laughing and saying that Sabrina had been so upset, even after she came back to fetch Bebe, that she drove off with the keys to the house. Bebe had gone over to check and found it locked. Other than in height, she and Bebe were close in size so Elle had offered them to her.
Of course my mind went right to the thought of panties and I wondered just which ones Elle had given her. Knowing Bebe was a ‘bikini girl’ I wondered what she thought about wearing full brief panties. In my thoughts I was sort of upset that I’d not made any effort to look for a VPL when I’d noticed her wearing Elle’s clothes. Now, with a more positive outlook I actually started looking forward to getting her after work.
Right after WWII my parents had become friends with the people who owned the restaurant (Cliff’s parents) and the family had eaten there many times. That’s how I got to know Cliff in the first place. However, It had been at least fifteen years since I’d been there. Talk about stepping back in time! I swear that nothing had changed in the place. Bebe's hours were basically from 2pm to 9pm, give or take a bit. I arrived around 9pm and when I walked in the bar area was still crowded. I went to the kitchen and Bebe was just taking off her apron and putting it into the soiled linen container. Her back was to me and the first place my eyes went was to her backside. I recognized a pair of Elle’s white ‘clamdigger’ pants but, on Bebe, they went down to her ankles and looked like slacks. But the VPL was what I was focused on. There were only two kinds of Elle’s panties that I could recognize in a VPL... Van Raalte and Evette, and what she had on was neither of them. In a way I was disappointed. I’d have to wait, hopefully, to the next day to find out what they were.
I’d hoped to get to know a little more about Bebe on the way home but all she wanted to talk about was her boyfriend, Pete. I’d come to know him through ‘Big B’ and the ‘unmarrieds group’. I actually knew his brother from when we were still in school. The one interesting thing I did glean from her was that Sabrina was scared to death of fire and that’s why she wouldn’t go back into the house. It was something about when she was real young. I did ask about being left behind and she laughed and said something along the lines of “Well, that’s Sabrina!”
To be continued...
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136g)
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136g)
I headed back to the house wanting to tell Sabrina what I’d discovered. It wasn’t even 6am. I went up to one of the windows in the den where she was sleeping and knocked on it a few times. Finally, a sleepy eyed Bebe pulled the drape back. I told her to wake Sabrina and for the two of them to meet me at the back door. It took a while but when they appeared they both looked like they hadn’t slept all that much. Sabrina’s first words were to ask if I’d been over to her house. When she did I sort of winced realizing that I could’ve gone into the house to seek out the smell while they were asleep and also taken a look for and at Bebe's panties, but didn’t. I wanted to kick myself. Then I told them I had something to show them and headed for my back yard. Sabrina questioned why we weren’t going over to her place but all I did was to wave them onward.
When I pointed towards the remains of the tree I could hear one of them gasp. They, almost in unison, asked what had happened. I, in turn, asked if they hadn’t heard the “explosion”. The looks on their faces was of complete puzzlement. I’d assumed that they’d been home after they told me that their boyfriends were off fishing. Sabrina then said they’d gone to the movies and the lights had gone out. She said the audience waited until someone told them they could get refunds and then they came home. They saw the tree debris on the roads and a limb of one partially blocking the driveway and had no idea why. Not wanting to put scratches in her father’s T-Bird Sabrina left it at the bottom of the driveway. She said that when she unlocked the kitchen door and stepped inside she smelled the strange odor. Bebe added that she followed her inside but told her it was a good idea not to go any further. Sabrina said she came right over to my house but no one was home so they went back to the T-Bird and waited until they saw the headlights turning into my driveway.
Now it was I who was puzzled about the smell that had upset them. We made our way though the debris in Sabrina’s back yard to her back porch and once there I asked if they wanted to join me inside. They both shook theirs heads in a negative fashion and I just smiled. They’d left the door unlocked so as I opened it I could smell something I couldn't place. I remembered what Bebe had said about her brother working with metal and the smell from it. It didn’t seem too bad in the kitchen and as I walked towards the front of the house it seemed to go away. Returning to the kitchen I saw the door to the cellar and opened it. WOW!
We still didn’t have electricity and there was no way that I was venturing down those steps without a light. I returned to the two women who were standing at the base of the steps to the porch and told them I knew where the smell came from but had no idea what it was or what caused it. I suggested that we all go back to my house to get Elle and the girls were up and get a bite to eat. I knew I’d have to get batteries for my flashlight but it wasn’t even 7am so I’d have to wait until the hardware store opened at 8am. Entertaining Sabrina for that amount of time would be a chore I could do without so suggested that they could kill time playing with my kids until I got the batteries and perused the cellar.
Power was still out all through the village. There had to have been at least a dozen people lined up at the door to the store. By the time I got in all the regular size batteries were gone (They didn’t come in multiples and in bubble packs back in those days). I asked the owner if he had any suggestions and he pointed me to an almost empty shelf. There was one battery operated lantern left and when I looked at the price I almost choked. It was around $8. I took it and headed home, now anxious to see what was awaiting me in Sabrina’s cellar.
On my way back I decided to by-pass the women and drove past my house and up in behind Sabrina’s T-Bird. It was the only way I’d get to Bebe’s room without her knowing. I knew there was no way that they could’ve seen me drive by and by doing this I could make a quick trip up the stairs, do my search without worrying. Even though I knew there was little chance any of them could see me in Sabrina’s yard I stayed close to the house and pulled myself up onto the porch without using the stairs. I felt like a burglar. By the time I was inside my heart was pounding and the sweat was running down my brow. Taking the stairs two at a time I was in the room in seconds. It was the first time I’d seen it since they had added other furniture other than the bed. There was no other way to describe it but spartan. There was a five drawer dresser, a small table with a lamp next to the bed and a small upholstered chair that looked entirely out of place. I only took a few seconds before going for the top drawer of the dresser. There were three different types of items... socks, bras and panties. The first thing I noticed about the panties was that there were two groups of them, one in front of the other. There were only a couple in the front and they were just kind of stuffed in. The pile in the back was neatly folded and I thought I saw a price tag still attached. I reached in and pulled it out. They were bikini’s, just like the ones I’d seen (and felt) on our clothes line not too long before. They were also nylon satin tricot, my favorite. The paper price tag read ‘Gimbel’s’ and was 89 cents. But the best part was they were made by Modern Globe, the manufacturer of the panties Elle and I’d used to make ‘dribble panties’ for both Ginger and Sandy. Holding them up there was something else. Of all the bikinis I'd seen these had the biggest crotch, front to back, that I'd ever seen. Just holding them up in front of me I could visualize the VPL they would give off. I tried to remember seeing one on Bebe but couldn't come up with one. I thought that strange at first but then realized that the most time I'd been around Bebe was when we were racing the car and that was before she'd bought these. The thought of a nice VPL had me thinking that maybe I should try to introduce Elle to bikinis. Since I knew where I’d gotten the Modern Globe satin briefs I pretty much knew where I could go locally to get some... and if they didn’t have them there was a Gimbel’s department store at the relatively new shopping mall (and the first in the county) about an hour to the West. If I were to guess I’d say I was in the room for no more than three or four minutes. Excited about my 'find' I ran down the stairs and headed for the cellar.
That was another shock. When I got to the bottom step I was about choking and there was a kind of a hazy cloud hanging about four feet off the floor. I shone the light around the whole place but when the beam hit the electric panel I pretty much had my answer as to the source of the smell and the haze. It was all blackened and when I got closer I could see that some of the exposed wires had melted and that all the fuses were blackened. The wood that the panel was attached to was also charred. It came to me that it was only by some miracle that it hadn’t caught completely on fire.
Returning to my house and Sabrina I told her of my findings. A blank stare was all I got in return. It was Bebe who asked what she should do and I didn't really have a ready answer.
To be continued...
I headed back to the house wanting to tell Sabrina what I’d discovered. It wasn’t even 6am. I went up to one of the windows in the den where she was sleeping and knocked on it a few times. Finally, a sleepy eyed Bebe pulled the drape back. I told her to wake Sabrina and for the two of them to meet me at the back door. It took a while but when they appeared they both looked like they hadn’t slept all that much. Sabrina’s first words were to ask if I’d been over to her house. When she did I sort of winced realizing that I could’ve gone into the house to seek out the smell while they were asleep and also taken a look for and at Bebe's panties, but didn’t. I wanted to kick myself. Then I told them I had something to show them and headed for my back yard. Sabrina questioned why we weren’t going over to her place but all I did was to wave them onward.
When I pointed towards the remains of the tree I could hear one of them gasp. They, almost in unison, asked what had happened. I, in turn, asked if they hadn’t heard the “explosion”. The looks on their faces was of complete puzzlement. I’d assumed that they’d been home after they told me that their boyfriends were off fishing. Sabrina then said they’d gone to the movies and the lights had gone out. She said the audience waited until someone told them they could get refunds and then they came home. They saw the tree debris on the roads and a limb of one partially blocking the driveway and had no idea why. Not wanting to put scratches in her father’s T-Bird Sabrina left it at the bottom of the driveway. She said that when she unlocked the kitchen door and stepped inside she smelled the strange odor. Bebe added that she followed her inside but told her it was a good idea not to go any further. Sabrina said she came right over to my house but no one was home so they went back to the T-Bird and waited until they saw the headlights turning into my driveway.
Now it was I who was puzzled about the smell that had upset them. We made our way though the debris in Sabrina’s back yard to her back porch and once there I asked if they wanted to join me inside. They both shook theirs heads in a negative fashion and I just smiled. They’d left the door unlocked so as I opened it I could smell something I couldn't place. I remembered what Bebe had said about her brother working with metal and the smell from it. It didn’t seem too bad in the kitchen and as I walked towards the front of the house it seemed to go away. Returning to the kitchen I saw the door to the cellar and opened it. WOW!
We still didn’t have electricity and there was no way that I was venturing down those steps without a light. I returned to the two women who were standing at the base of the steps to the porch and told them I knew where the smell came from but had no idea what it was or what caused it. I suggested that we all go back to my house to get Elle and the girls were up and get a bite to eat. I knew I’d have to get batteries for my flashlight but it wasn’t even 7am so I’d have to wait until the hardware store opened at 8am. Entertaining Sabrina for that amount of time would be a chore I could do without so suggested that they could kill time playing with my kids until I got the batteries and perused the cellar.
Power was still out all through the village. There had to have been at least a dozen people lined up at the door to the store. By the time I got in all the regular size batteries were gone (They didn’t come in multiples and in bubble packs back in those days). I asked the owner if he had any suggestions and he pointed me to an almost empty shelf. There was one battery operated lantern left and when I looked at the price I almost choked. It was around $8. I took it and headed home, now anxious to see what was awaiting me in Sabrina’s cellar.
On my way back I decided to by-pass the women and drove past my house and up in behind Sabrina’s T-Bird. It was the only way I’d get to Bebe’s room without her knowing. I knew there was no way that they could’ve seen me drive by and by doing this I could make a quick trip up the stairs, do my search without worrying. Even though I knew there was little chance any of them could see me in Sabrina’s yard I stayed close to the house and pulled myself up onto the porch without using the stairs. I felt like a burglar. By the time I was inside my heart was pounding and the sweat was running down my brow. Taking the stairs two at a time I was in the room in seconds. It was the first time I’d seen it since they had added other furniture other than the bed. There was no other way to describe it but spartan. There was a five drawer dresser, a small table with a lamp next to the bed and a small upholstered chair that looked entirely out of place. I only took a few seconds before going for the top drawer of the dresser. There were three different types of items... socks, bras and panties. The first thing I noticed about the panties was that there were two groups of them, one in front of the other. There were only a couple in the front and they were just kind of stuffed in. The pile in the back was neatly folded and I thought I saw a price tag still attached. I reached in and pulled it out. They were bikini’s, just like the ones I’d seen (and felt) on our clothes line not too long before. They were also nylon satin tricot, my favorite. The paper price tag read ‘Gimbel’s’ and was 89 cents. But the best part was they were made by Modern Globe, the manufacturer of the panties Elle and I’d used to make ‘dribble panties’ for both Ginger and Sandy. Holding them up there was something else. Of all the bikinis I'd seen these had the biggest crotch, front to back, that I'd ever seen. Just holding them up in front of me I could visualize the VPL they would give off. I tried to remember seeing one on Bebe but couldn't come up with one. I thought that strange at first but then realized that the most time I'd been around Bebe was when we were racing the car and that was before she'd bought these. The thought of a nice VPL had me thinking that maybe I should try to introduce Elle to bikinis. Since I knew where I’d gotten the Modern Globe satin briefs I pretty much knew where I could go locally to get some... and if they didn’t have them there was a Gimbel’s department store at the relatively new shopping mall (and the first in the county) about an hour to the West. If I were to guess I’d say I was in the room for no more than three or four minutes. Excited about my 'find' I ran down the stairs and headed for the cellar.
That was another shock. When I got to the bottom step I was about choking and there was a kind of a hazy cloud hanging about four feet off the floor. I shone the light around the whole place but when the beam hit the electric panel I pretty much had my answer as to the source of the smell and the haze. It was all blackened and when I got closer I could see that some of the exposed wires had melted and that all the fuses were blackened. The wood that the panel was attached to was also charred. It came to me that it was only by some miracle that it hadn’t caught completely on fire.
Returning to my house and Sabrina I told her of my findings. A blank stare was all I got in return. It was Bebe who asked what she should do and I didn't really have a ready answer.
To be continued...
Monday, September 21, 2015
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136f)
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136f)
Having just turned the headlights off my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness. It was only a matter of seconds for me to recognize who the white objects moving my way were. Sabrina’s unmistakable voice gave it away. I really didn’t understand what she was saying at first, naturally shrill, was at an even higher pitch. I’d given the flashlight to Elle so couldn’t use that to really see who the other person was but quickly determined it was Bebe. Sabrina was clearly upset... but as I’d come to realize that was a fairly normal state of mind for her. Her plea was that something smelled funny. As I wrote in the last post I’d smelled something in the air so told her that it would probably disappear in a short while. Her response to that was a very clear “NO! It’s in the house” and she wanted me to come over to see what it was.
My reaction was to ask where Martin was and, looking at Bebe, where was Pete. Bebe spoke up to say they were on a weekend fishing trip with Pete’s father. I’d been that route with her twice before and really didn’t want to do it again. There was no way I was going to wander around in an unfamiliar house with no lights looking for some sort of 'smell'. When I’d given Elle the flashlight it was almost useless as the batteries were worn down by then and I knew we didn’t have any spares. I asked if she had one and when she said she didn’t I asked why and didn’t get a response. My thought was that there was no way in hell that this woman should be out and on her own. Then I asked what the smell was like and she said she didn’t know. I heard something from Bebe and she said it smelled like her brother’s work shop when he was working with metal. That didn’t help me any. It was about then I heard Elle call my name from the kitchen door asking where I was. I was about halfway down the path from the driveway to the house so started to move that way as I responded to her. As I did the two women moved with me. Then Elle asked who was with me. I wanted to give her a smart-assed answer by saying “Who else?”, but didn’t.
Elle had let the girls go to bed without washing up and brushing their teeth and had come downstairs to find out where I was. When I told her Sabrina and Bebe were there she came outside to join us. By then my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see she had her nightie on. It was about the length of one of her tennis dresses so her panties (or, I should say, ‘package’) didn’t show. Since I’d not responded favorably to their request, Sabrina and Bebe turned to Elle to lobby her to get me to check on the smell in their house but I cut them short. Elle did pick up on the fear in their voices and suggested that they could stay with us. I shook my head and didn’t say anything, but I sure wanted to.
Hearing the offer Bebe said that she could sleep anywhere... a chair, couch or even the floor. We did have the one bedroom with just a single bed that was available and there was also the sleep sofa in the den that we bought when we lived in the mobile home. It hadn’t been opened since it was moved into the house and my first thought that it would probably be pretty musty. Sabrina jumped in to say that she would do the same and that she didn’t want us to go out of our way for them... but it would REALLY be appreciated if they could sleep in our house.
Elle insisted that I open up the sofa bed and, when Sabrina saw it was a double bed size, said that would work. Bebe quickly agreed. Elle, wanting to be a good host, had gone in the linen closet and brought out a wash cloth and towel for each along with two pillows. There was a bed pad covering the mattress and they wouldn’t let Elle bring out sheets. While that last verbal exchange took place I took the time to figure out what each was wearing, something I hadn’t focused on up to then.
Bebe’s favorite color for pants was white and were usually Bermudas or jean type. I could see her knees so accepted that they were shorts. I could make out her blouse to be a light colored cap sleeved one. Sabrina’s primary choice was to wear flowered Summer dresses that fell above the knee and, looking across the bed, I could see her full kneecaps. Elle tried to get them to accept something other than the clothes they were wearing to sleep in but they both insisted that they would be fine just the way they were. With that Elle and I headed upstairs. In our bedroom I reminded Elle of the fact that Sabrina had admitted that she sometimes wet the bed. She whispered back that she wasn’t going back downstairs and risk embarrassing her in front of Bebe.
I didn’t sleep well at all. I was awake when it started to get light out and quietly got up and dressed. I figured I could get a head start on cleaning up the yard. Tip toeing down the stairs I took a peek into the den where Sabrina and Bebe were sleeping hoping to get at least a peek of Sabrina’s panties. It wasn’t what I’d hoped for but I did get to see a bit of one cheek. However, seeing her panties reminded me of the prospect of doing the inspection of her house again and having a specific target of Bebe’s room. That thought got me on my way.
I decided to do a walk around the house first and then do the whole yard. With no trees in the front yard there wasn’t much to see there. From the back of the house out to the property line where the farm land started was littered with leaves twigs and small branches. When I reached the back property line and looked over to Sabrina;s property I got a major shock.
Both parcels of land (for each house) had been carved out of farmland. Both had been built around the same time in the mid 1930’s. It was obvious to me that the original owners of each had purchased young maple trees and planted them as each and every one on both properties were about the same size. However, the ones on my property had been planted in various places around the back yard. On Sabrina’s property the owners had planted five of them, in a line, across the back of the property. As I looked to the East I saw something that I’d never seen before... the second tree wasn’t really there. Oh, it was, but it was in pieces. I’ve tried to come up with a way to describe what I was looking at and the best analogy I could think of was to picture a bundle of celery and then peel down the stalks (but without removing them) that make it up. I deduced that lightning had struck the tree and it had exploded from the middle out. There were five main parts that had been peeled away with one of them leaning against the garage. The other four made up somewhat of a wide circle with two of them nested against the adjacent trees. I worked my way though the downed portions to get to see the middle and it was there that I saw the scorch marks. That told me what the explosion was that I’d heard the night before.
To be continued...
Having just turned the headlights off my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness. It was only a matter of seconds for me to recognize who the white objects moving my way were. Sabrina’s unmistakable voice gave it away. I really didn’t understand what she was saying at first, naturally shrill, was at an even higher pitch. I’d given the flashlight to Elle so couldn’t use that to really see who the other person was but quickly determined it was Bebe. Sabrina was clearly upset... but as I’d come to realize that was a fairly normal state of mind for her. Her plea was that something smelled funny. As I wrote in the last post I’d smelled something in the air so told her that it would probably disappear in a short while. Her response to that was a very clear “NO! It’s in the house” and she wanted me to come over to see what it was.
My reaction was to ask where Martin was and, looking at Bebe, where was Pete. Bebe spoke up to say they were on a weekend fishing trip with Pete’s father. I’d been that route with her twice before and really didn’t want to do it again. There was no way I was going to wander around in an unfamiliar house with no lights looking for some sort of 'smell'. When I’d given Elle the flashlight it was almost useless as the batteries were worn down by then and I knew we didn’t have any spares. I asked if she had one and when she said she didn’t I asked why and didn’t get a response. My thought was that there was no way in hell that this woman should be out and on her own. Then I asked what the smell was like and she said she didn’t know. I heard something from Bebe and she said it smelled like her brother’s work shop when he was working with metal. That didn’t help me any. It was about then I heard Elle call my name from the kitchen door asking where I was. I was about halfway down the path from the driveway to the house so started to move that way as I responded to her. As I did the two women moved with me. Then Elle asked who was with me. I wanted to give her a smart-assed answer by saying “Who else?”, but didn’t.
Elle had let the girls go to bed without washing up and brushing their teeth and had come downstairs to find out where I was. When I told her Sabrina and Bebe were there she came outside to join us. By then my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see she had her nightie on. It was about the length of one of her tennis dresses so her panties (or, I should say, ‘package’) didn’t show. Since I’d not responded favorably to their request, Sabrina and Bebe turned to Elle to lobby her to get me to check on the smell in their house but I cut them short. Elle did pick up on the fear in their voices and suggested that they could stay with us. I shook my head and didn’t say anything, but I sure wanted to.
Hearing the offer Bebe said that she could sleep anywhere... a chair, couch or even the floor. We did have the one bedroom with just a single bed that was available and there was also the sleep sofa in the den that we bought when we lived in the mobile home. It hadn’t been opened since it was moved into the house and my first thought that it would probably be pretty musty. Sabrina jumped in to say that she would do the same and that she didn’t want us to go out of our way for them... but it would REALLY be appreciated if they could sleep in our house.
Elle insisted that I open up the sofa bed and, when Sabrina saw it was a double bed size, said that would work. Bebe quickly agreed. Elle, wanting to be a good host, had gone in the linen closet and brought out a wash cloth and towel for each along with two pillows. There was a bed pad covering the mattress and they wouldn’t let Elle bring out sheets. While that last verbal exchange took place I took the time to figure out what each was wearing, something I hadn’t focused on up to then.
Bebe’s favorite color for pants was white and were usually Bermudas or jean type. I could see her knees so accepted that they were shorts. I could make out her blouse to be a light colored cap sleeved one. Sabrina’s primary choice was to wear flowered Summer dresses that fell above the knee and, looking across the bed, I could see her full kneecaps. Elle tried to get them to accept something other than the clothes they were wearing to sleep in but they both insisted that they would be fine just the way they were. With that Elle and I headed upstairs. In our bedroom I reminded Elle of the fact that Sabrina had admitted that she sometimes wet the bed. She whispered back that she wasn’t going back downstairs and risk embarrassing her in front of Bebe.
I didn’t sleep well at all. I was awake when it started to get light out and quietly got up and dressed. I figured I could get a head start on cleaning up the yard. Tip toeing down the stairs I took a peek into the den where Sabrina and Bebe were sleeping hoping to get at least a peek of Sabrina’s panties. It wasn’t what I’d hoped for but I did get to see a bit of one cheek. However, seeing her panties reminded me of the prospect of doing the inspection of her house again and having a specific target of Bebe’s room. That thought got me on my way.
I decided to do a walk around the house first and then do the whole yard. With no trees in the front yard there wasn’t much to see there. From the back of the house out to the property line where the farm land started was littered with leaves twigs and small branches. When I reached the back property line and looked over to Sabrina;s property I got a major shock.
Both parcels of land (for each house) had been carved out of farmland. Both had been built around the same time in the mid 1930’s. It was obvious to me that the original owners of each had purchased young maple trees and planted them as each and every one on both properties were about the same size. However, the ones on my property had been planted in various places around the back yard. On Sabrina’s property the owners had planted five of them, in a line, across the back of the property. As I looked to the East I saw something that I’d never seen before... the second tree wasn’t really there. Oh, it was, but it was in pieces. I’ve tried to come up with a way to describe what I was looking at and the best analogy I could think of was to picture a bundle of celery and then peel down the stalks (but without removing them) that make it up. I deduced that lightning had struck the tree and it had exploded from the middle out. There were five main parts that had been peeled away with one of them leaning against the garage. The other four made up somewhat of a wide circle with two of them nested against the adjacent trees. I worked my way though the downed portions to get to see the middle and it was there that I saw the scorch marks. That told me what the explosion was that I’d heard the night before.
To be continued...
Friday, September 18, 2015
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136e)
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136e)
It wasn’t that I was anti-social that I didn’t want to go. I don't enjoy making 'small talk' with people that I don't really know and I'd rather be around people that I like. Probably 80% or more of those who would be at this affair were what we ‘locals’ called Summer transients. Many of them looked ‘down their noses’ at us locals and that sort of pissed me off. In any case, we went. Elle had confirmed that both Bob and Fritz would be there and if I (we) could catch up with them it might be a tolerable evening.
My mother had given Elle a dress the previous year that she didn’t particularly like but I did. When she was deciding what to wear I pulled it out of the closet. She looked at it as I held it up and without me having to make a ‘pitch’ to get her to wear it she nodded affirmatively. To me it was very sexy... tight in all the right places... especially across her rear. With the right panties on it was possible to see a bit of a VPL without her having to bend over (and, for the occasion, I chose two pair of the Van Raalte). Her problem was that she felt it exposed a little too much cleavage. As she slipped it on I could feel a bit of a bulge starting.
The party didn’t begin until around 7:30pm so that all the socialites (in their minds) could go out to dinner first. The time worked out perfectly for us in that we could eat with the kids and then deliver them to Elle’s mother almost ready for bed. The wind would usually drop with the sun going down which, with the clubhouse actually located on the beach, made it an ideal place to have a party. We arrived around 8pm and, luckily, at the same time that Bob and Phyl did. That made it easier because we had the new school principal to talk about. Being the middle of July, it remained light past 9pm so much of the socializing took place on the beach itself. Fritz and Nanci found us and we staked out a place along the wooden jetty. Having grown up on the bay I was attuned to hearing the first vestiges of a thunder storm. Looking to the East I could see a dark cloud and after pointing it out to the others we could see some lightning. It was easily five or more miles away but it was headed in our direction.
At this point I have to bring up the fact that Elle’s mother was deathly afraid of thunder storms. Regardless of when one would pop up... day or night... she would climb into her bed and pile pillows over her head. As with most kids, ours didn’t like them either and if one came along during the night we allowed them to climb on our bed. Elle and I would talk calmly with them about the storm and would try to keep them from being too afraid. We’d all hold hands and wait out the thunder and lightning, putting them back to bed when it was over. However, when at Elle’s parents house they had no one to comfort them soooooo...
Elle grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the parking lot. She wanted to be with the kids when the storm hit. Because of the heat we’d left all the bedroom windows open at home and, with the location of a couple of beds there was a good probability they'd get wet. After leaving Elle off at her mother’s I made a flying trip home. As I approached the house I could see the flashes of lightning coming quicker and quicker with the thunder following almost immediately after each one. My father (the amateur weather man) had taught me to count the seconds from the flash to the ‘boom’ to know how close the storm actually was and these were close. The first rain drops started falling as I pulled the car up the driveway. I made a mad dash to get to the kitchen door and just as I did I watched the lights we’d left on out on the patio go out.
I always kept a flashlight on the shelf in the coat closet. The flashes were coming so quickly now it was like the lights were still on. Knowing that the bedrooms were the most at risk I started up the stairs. I’d only made it up a couple of them when I heard something I can only describe as an explosion. The flash, probably as bright a one as I’d ever (or since) seen, was absolutely simultaneous with the sound. I had my hand on the stair rail and I swear I felt it move. It scared the hell out of me. The quick flashes and thunder continued but nothing like that one. My heart was beating hard enough for me to put my hand on my chest and to feel it. I don’t know how long I stood there, frozen in place, before I remembered the rain and the windows.
One of the beds got a little damp and the kitchen counters were wet but that was all the ‘damage’. By the time I’d closed everything up the wind was really whipping and I could hear twigs and leaves hitting the windows. I was going to go out onto the covered patio to observe but when I opened the door I could feel a bit of the rain even though the roof over the patio was around 12 feet from the door. That told me just how bad it was out there. I certainly wasn’t going out until it let up a bit so took a seat at the kitchen table and watched the lightning bolts dance across the farm field. I swore that some of them actually touched down on the ground.
Most Summer thunder storms last around a half hour and this was no different. By then the strong wind had abated but it was still raining lightly. I went to call Elle but found the phone was dead as the electric power. I tried to remember that ever happening before but I couldn’t. Then I headed for the car and to go get Elle. I noticed there were a lot of twigs and a few small branches down in the yard and driveway. That didn’t make me happy as I had to mow the lawn the next day and it looked like I’d have to rake the yard first.
The road to both Elle’s and my parents wound through a heavily treed area and I could see a fair amount of small tree limbs down. Not enough to completely block the road but enough to slow me down quite a bit. By the time I made the turn towards Elle’s house I could see candles flickering through some windows. When I pulled in the driveway Elle turned on a flashlight to let me know she’d seen me. Inside, even though the thunder and lightning had ceased for about a half hour, Elle’s mother was still in her bed and covered with pillows. It was funny but also sad. Elle, her father and the girls had gathered around the dining room table, all holding hands throughout the whole thing. What I remember most about that was Kaye, our youngest, running up to me and announcing that she hadn’t cried... at all.
By the time we got home it wasn’t even 11pm. That was very late for the girls but even if we’d tried putting them to bed much earlier I’m not sure they would’ve slept anyway. The rain had completely stopped by then and as I stepped out of the car I smelled something funny. It wasn’t a smell I could readily identify. With no lights on in the house I’d turned the car towards the house and left the headlights on until Elle and the girls were inside. After turning them off I headed towards the house. As I did I saw two ghost-like forms headed towards me.
To be continued...
It wasn’t that I was anti-social that I didn’t want to go. I don't enjoy making 'small talk' with people that I don't really know and I'd rather be around people that I like. Probably 80% or more of those who would be at this affair were what we ‘locals’ called Summer transients. Many of them looked ‘down their noses’ at us locals and that sort of pissed me off. In any case, we went. Elle had confirmed that both Bob and Fritz would be there and if I (we) could catch up with them it might be a tolerable evening.
My mother had given Elle a dress the previous year that she didn’t particularly like but I did. When she was deciding what to wear I pulled it out of the closet. She looked at it as I held it up and without me having to make a ‘pitch’ to get her to wear it she nodded affirmatively. To me it was very sexy... tight in all the right places... especially across her rear. With the right panties on it was possible to see a bit of a VPL without her having to bend over (and, for the occasion, I chose two pair of the Van Raalte). Her problem was that she felt it exposed a little too much cleavage. As she slipped it on I could feel a bit of a bulge starting.
The party didn’t begin until around 7:30pm so that all the socialites (in their minds) could go out to dinner first. The time worked out perfectly for us in that we could eat with the kids and then deliver them to Elle’s mother almost ready for bed. The wind would usually drop with the sun going down which, with the clubhouse actually located on the beach, made it an ideal place to have a party. We arrived around 8pm and, luckily, at the same time that Bob and Phyl did. That made it easier because we had the new school principal to talk about. Being the middle of July, it remained light past 9pm so much of the socializing took place on the beach itself. Fritz and Nanci found us and we staked out a place along the wooden jetty. Having grown up on the bay I was attuned to hearing the first vestiges of a thunder storm. Looking to the East I could see a dark cloud and after pointing it out to the others we could see some lightning. It was easily five or more miles away but it was headed in our direction.
At this point I have to bring up the fact that Elle’s mother was deathly afraid of thunder storms. Regardless of when one would pop up... day or night... she would climb into her bed and pile pillows over her head. As with most kids, ours didn’t like them either and if one came along during the night we allowed them to climb on our bed. Elle and I would talk calmly with them about the storm and would try to keep them from being too afraid. We’d all hold hands and wait out the thunder and lightning, putting them back to bed when it was over. However, when at Elle’s parents house they had no one to comfort them soooooo...
Elle grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards the parking lot. She wanted to be with the kids when the storm hit. Because of the heat we’d left all the bedroom windows open at home and, with the location of a couple of beds there was a good probability they'd get wet. After leaving Elle off at her mother’s I made a flying trip home. As I approached the house I could see the flashes of lightning coming quicker and quicker with the thunder following almost immediately after each one. My father (the amateur weather man) had taught me to count the seconds from the flash to the ‘boom’ to know how close the storm actually was and these were close. The first rain drops started falling as I pulled the car up the driveway. I made a mad dash to get to the kitchen door and just as I did I watched the lights we’d left on out on the patio go out.
I always kept a flashlight on the shelf in the coat closet. The flashes were coming so quickly now it was like the lights were still on. Knowing that the bedrooms were the most at risk I started up the stairs. I’d only made it up a couple of them when I heard something I can only describe as an explosion. The flash, probably as bright a one as I’d ever (or since) seen, was absolutely simultaneous with the sound. I had my hand on the stair rail and I swear I felt it move. It scared the hell out of me. The quick flashes and thunder continued but nothing like that one. My heart was beating hard enough for me to put my hand on my chest and to feel it. I don’t know how long I stood there, frozen in place, before I remembered the rain and the windows.
One of the beds got a little damp and the kitchen counters were wet but that was all the ‘damage’. By the time I’d closed everything up the wind was really whipping and I could hear twigs and leaves hitting the windows. I was going to go out onto the covered patio to observe but when I opened the door I could feel a bit of the rain even though the roof over the patio was around 12 feet from the door. That told me just how bad it was out there. I certainly wasn’t going out until it let up a bit so took a seat at the kitchen table and watched the lightning bolts dance across the farm field. I swore that some of them actually touched down on the ground.
Most Summer thunder storms last around a half hour and this was no different. By then the strong wind had abated but it was still raining lightly. I went to call Elle but found the phone was dead as the electric power. I tried to remember that ever happening before but I couldn’t. Then I headed for the car and to go get Elle. I noticed there were a lot of twigs and a few small branches down in the yard and driveway. That didn’t make me happy as I had to mow the lawn the next day and it looked like I’d have to rake the yard first.
The road to both Elle’s and my parents wound through a heavily treed area and I could see a fair amount of small tree limbs down. Not enough to completely block the road but enough to slow me down quite a bit. By the time I made the turn towards Elle’s house I could see candles flickering through some windows. When I pulled in the driveway Elle turned on a flashlight to let me know she’d seen me. Inside, even though the thunder and lightning had ceased for about a half hour, Elle’s mother was still in her bed and covered with pillows. It was funny but also sad. Elle, her father and the girls had gathered around the dining room table, all holding hands throughout the whole thing. What I remember most about that was Kaye, our youngest, running up to me and announcing that she hadn’t cried... at all.
By the time we got home it wasn’t even 11pm. That was very late for the girls but even if we’d tried putting them to bed much earlier I’m not sure they would’ve slept anyway. The rain had completely stopped by then and as I stepped out of the car I smelled something funny. It wasn’t a smell I could readily identify. With no lights on in the house I’d turned the car towards the house and left the headlights on until Elle and the girls were inside. After turning them off I headed towards the house. As I did I saw two ghost-like forms headed towards me.
To be continued...
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136d)
A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136d)
It didn’t take long the next morning for me to find out there was a price to pay for Elle’s largesse with pictures on the sailing trip. My plan for the second day off from work was to get caught up on the house and yard maintenance I’d ignored during the Spring because of working on ‘Big B’s’ racecar. Primary on the list was to re-glaze the two large front windows. While Elle was getting the girls up and making breakfast I collected all the materials I needed for the project. When I came inside to eat I saw Elle in a tennis outfit. Always a pleasant sight, I asked who she was playing with. She smiled and very coyly said “You.” I started to protest and she quickly reminded me about the pictures from the previous day. I got the message!
It wasn’t as bad as I first thought. Her plan was to drop the older girls off at sailing lessons and then go to the school and the tennis courts for about an hour. I did ask why she wanted me to go when she usually played with Sandy. The reason was that Sandy had taken on more hours at the hardware store where she worked. The owner’s wife, who clerked there full time, was pregnant and her doctor wanted her off her feet. As I changed into my tennis clothes I got the idea of letting me choose the panties she wore. I knew that when she played with Sandy she wore ‘dribble panties’ but I wanted to see her in fancy panties. I went to her panty drawer and picked out two. When I arrived downstairs she gave me one of ‘those looks’, like I wanted her to wear them over the ‘dribble panties’. I laughed and told her what I wanted. There was a little resistance but she finally gave in.
With the older girls ensconsed at the sailing club our next stop was at the school. I’d hoped that there might be some females there and have a chance for some panty peeks but there was no one there. I saw Johnnie, Sandy’s husband, with about a dozen young boys over by the basketball hoop at the far end of the parking lot. He’d taken on the project of a basketball clinic for boys between the ages of 10 and 13 to try and instill in the them the fundamentals that they’d need to play organized team basketball. The school didn’t offer anything like it and when Johnnie had taken the position of Junior Varsity coach the previous school year he found that few kids had ever played on a team before. He couldn’t get permission to use the gymnasium so was running the program in the parking lot. He was determined that the kids who came out for the team in the upcoming school year would be better prepared. As we made our way to the courts we both waved.
Elle had brought some things for Kaye, the youngest daughter, to play with while we were on the courts. Thankfully, Elle only wanted to practice. It was the first time I’d had my hands on a racket since we’d attended the tennis academy exhibition back during the Winter and it showed. I’d gotten Elle to agree to just an hour. When we started it was around 9:30am. Johnnie’s clinic was over somewhere around 10am and he came over to say hello. I hadn’t seen him in a while so was glad to have a chance to chat. I could see Elle was a bit restless as we did. He expressed his hope that his application to become the varsity basketball coach would be accepted. I told him that what he was doing, voluntarily, should help. I could see Elle picking up Kaye’s toys and Johnnie took it as a hint to leave. I asked what she was doing and she looked up at me with one of those looks that was supposed to answer the question. I looked at my watch and gave her a quizzical look back. Standing up, and after looking all around, lifted the front of her skirt. I couldn’t see anything but the crotch area of her fancy panties and nothing looked amiss. Then she took my hand and thrust it between her legs. Knowing her as well as I did it was quite a surprise. But, her panties weren’t all that wet so I asked her what was up. Showing a bit of exasperation, she said they would be a lot wetter in a very short time and she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of Johnnie. It was my turn to look all around and the only person I could see was Johnnie getting into his car so I put my hand back between her legs and asked her what she was waiting for. In seconds my hand was being cascaded with her warm pee and i found myself with a very obvious hard-on.
When I was driving away Elle asked me to go down town. She’d forgotten to pick up one of her prescriptions and wanted me to stop and get it before heading home. It was less than a mile to town and when we got there I was able to stop right across the street from the store. When I got to the pharmacy counter I was greeted by a stranger. I knew the owner was the pharmacist and I’d never seen this man before. When I asked him for it I was told that he could only give it to Elle. I protested, explaining that I was her husband. He wouldn’t bend. I asked for the owner but was told he wasn’t in and wouldn’t be back for a while. I returned to the car and told Elle she’d have to go in to get it herself. The first thing she did was to lift the hem of her skirt and look at her panties. I was standing by the window looking down on that scene and found the bulge starting to return. I had to persuade her to do it but I wan’t lying when I told her that unless she bent over no one would see a thing. Slowly, she opened the door and, seeing no one coming in her direction, got out. I had to stay with Kaye but I’ll tell you it was exciting to see her cross the street knowing that her panties were wet. When she returned (with the prescription) she had a bit of a grin on her face. I asked her about it and she didn’t want to explain... but I wouldn’t let it go. She finally admitted that it was a bit exciting standing in front of a man wearing wet panties and him not having any idea of it at all.
Even though I hadn't done any of the work I'd planned I made a deal with Elle that I'd go pick the girls up at the sailing club if she'd leave her tennis clothes and wet panties on. It was another one of 'those' looks but she agreed. When I returned with the kids she'd made lunch and had it set up on the picnic table on the patio. All the while I was eating I was thinking of how to get the kids occupied so I could have Elle wet her pants again. I persuaded them to go open up their playhouse and thought I was home free. However, Elle had a surprise for me. She knew what I was looking for without me having to say a word and she took advantage of it. While I was picking up the kids she'd gotten a call from one of the other mothers whose kids were taking sailing lessons and wanting to know if we'd be at the cocktail party at the club that night. I knew about it but, because I didn't want to go, hadn't told Elle about it. That quickly changed. As soon as I apologized for not telling her and agreed to go... I got what I wanted... but it wasn't how I'd wanted it. It seemed more like performing a duty than
being sexy in any way at all but I'd learned that something was better than nothing.
To be continued...
It didn’t take long the next morning for me to find out there was a price to pay for Elle’s largesse with pictures on the sailing trip. My plan for the second day off from work was to get caught up on the house and yard maintenance I’d ignored during the Spring because of working on ‘Big B’s’ racecar. Primary on the list was to re-glaze the two large front windows. While Elle was getting the girls up and making breakfast I collected all the materials I needed for the project. When I came inside to eat I saw Elle in a tennis outfit. Always a pleasant sight, I asked who she was playing with. She smiled and very coyly said “You.” I started to protest and she quickly reminded me about the pictures from the previous day. I got the message!
It wasn’t as bad as I first thought. Her plan was to drop the older girls off at sailing lessons and then go to the school and the tennis courts for about an hour. I did ask why she wanted me to go when she usually played with Sandy. The reason was that Sandy had taken on more hours at the hardware store where she worked. The owner’s wife, who clerked there full time, was pregnant and her doctor wanted her off her feet. As I changed into my tennis clothes I got the idea of letting me choose the panties she wore. I knew that when she played with Sandy she wore ‘dribble panties’ but I wanted to see her in fancy panties. I went to her panty drawer and picked out two. When I arrived downstairs she gave me one of ‘those looks’, like I wanted her to wear them over the ‘dribble panties’. I laughed and told her what I wanted. There was a little resistance but she finally gave in.
With the older girls ensconsed at the sailing club our next stop was at the school. I’d hoped that there might be some females there and have a chance for some panty peeks but there was no one there. I saw Johnnie, Sandy’s husband, with about a dozen young boys over by the basketball hoop at the far end of the parking lot. He’d taken on the project of a basketball clinic for boys between the ages of 10 and 13 to try and instill in the them the fundamentals that they’d need to play organized team basketball. The school didn’t offer anything like it and when Johnnie had taken the position of Junior Varsity coach the previous school year he found that few kids had ever played on a team before. He couldn’t get permission to use the gymnasium so was running the program in the parking lot. He was determined that the kids who came out for the team in the upcoming school year would be better prepared. As we made our way to the courts we both waved.
Elle had brought some things for Kaye, the youngest daughter, to play with while we were on the courts. Thankfully, Elle only wanted to practice. It was the first time I’d had my hands on a racket since we’d attended the tennis academy exhibition back during the Winter and it showed. I’d gotten Elle to agree to just an hour. When we started it was around 9:30am. Johnnie’s clinic was over somewhere around 10am and he came over to say hello. I hadn’t seen him in a while so was glad to have a chance to chat. I could see Elle was a bit restless as we did. He expressed his hope that his application to become the varsity basketball coach would be accepted. I told him that what he was doing, voluntarily, should help. I could see Elle picking up Kaye’s toys and Johnnie took it as a hint to leave. I asked what she was doing and she looked up at me with one of those looks that was supposed to answer the question. I looked at my watch and gave her a quizzical look back. Standing up, and after looking all around, lifted the front of her skirt. I couldn’t see anything but the crotch area of her fancy panties and nothing looked amiss. Then she took my hand and thrust it between her legs. Knowing her as well as I did it was quite a surprise. But, her panties weren’t all that wet so I asked her what was up. Showing a bit of exasperation, she said they would be a lot wetter in a very short time and she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of Johnnie. It was my turn to look all around and the only person I could see was Johnnie getting into his car so I put my hand back between her legs and asked her what she was waiting for. In seconds my hand was being cascaded with her warm pee and i found myself with a very obvious hard-on.
When I was driving away Elle asked me to go down town. She’d forgotten to pick up one of her prescriptions and wanted me to stop and get it before heading home. It was less than a mile to town and when we got there I was able to stop right across the street from the store. When I got to the pharmacy counter I was greeted by a stranger. I knew the owner was the pharmacist and I’d never seen this man before. When I asked him for it I was told that he could only give it to Elle. I protested, explaining that I was her husband. He wouldn’t bend. I asked for the owner but was told he wasn’t in and wouldn’t be back for a while. I returned to the car and told Elle she’d have to go in to get it herself. The first thing she did was to lift the hem of her skirt and look at her panties. I was standing by the window looking down on that scene and found the bulge starting to return. I had to persuade her to do it but I wan’t lying when I told her that unless she bent over no one would see a thing. Slowly, she opened the door and, seeing no one coming in her direction, got out. I had to stay with Kaye but I’ll tell you it was exciting to see her cross the street knowing that her panties were wet. When she returned (with the prescription) she had a bit of a grin on her face. I asked her about it and she didn’t want to explain... but I wouldn’t let it go. She finally admitted that it was a bit exciting standing in front of a man wearing wet panties and him not having any idea of it at all.
Even though I hadn't done any of the work I'd planned I made a deal with Elle that I'd go pick the girls up at the sailing club if she'd leave her tennis clothes and wet panties on. It was another one of 'those' looks but she agreed. When I returned with the kids she'd made lunch and had it set up on the picnic table on the patio. All the while I was eating I was thinking of how to get the kids occupied so I could have Elle wet her pants again. I persuaded them to go open up their playhouse and thought I was home free. However, Elle had a surprise for me. She knew what I was looking for without me having to say a word and she took advantage of it. While I was picking up the kids she'd gotten a call from one of the other mothers whose kids were taking sailing lessons and wanting to know if we'd be at the cocktail party at the club that night. I knew about it but, because I didn't want to go, hadn't told Elle about it. That quickly changed. As soon as I apologized for not telling her and agreed to go... I got what I wanted... but it wasn't how I'd wanted it. It seemed more like performing a duty than
being sexy in any way at all but I'd learned that something was better than nothing.
To be continued...
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Breaking News... Update #6
Breaking News... Update #6
Back home again. We stayed to make sure that she handled her first day of physical therapy well... and she did. We just talked with our son-in-law and she did well again today. Since she seems to have assimilated well to the facility and is being well cared for the next important step will be when she comes back home. She'll need constant monitoring, 24/7, so we'll go back for that. Right now it looks like three weeks so I'll be back posing at Fancy Panties in a day or two.
Even though I don't know any of you that have been posting positive comments here on a personal basis, I feel that I can call you friends... and I sincerely appreciate your support. It has really helped during a rough period.
Panty Maven
Back home again. We stayed to make sure that she handled her first day of physical therapy well... and she did. We just talked with our son-in-law and she did well again today. Since she seems to have assimilated well to the facility and is being well cared for the next important step will be when she comes back home. She'll need constant monitoring, 24/7, so we'll go back for that. Right now it looks like three weeks so I'll be back posing at Fancy Panties in a day or two.
Even though I don't know any of you that have been posting positive comments here on a personal basis, I feel that I can call you friends... and I sincerely appreciate your support. It has really helped during a rough period.
Panty Maven
Saturday, September 12, 2015
Breaking news... Update #5
Breaking news... Update #5
The transfer took place yesterday. It wasn't without a hitch though. LOC... Lack of communication. The rehab facility wasn't ready for her when she arrived so they had to hustle to find her a bed. She ended up with an old style bed with limited controls. It took from 4:30pm to 7pm to get her settled which didn't help her frame of mind. When we left last night (about 10pm) she was still upset. When we arrived today she wasn't bad. Her roommate managed to calm her down a bit and she hit it off with her night nurse. In talking to her nurse today she told us that new patients often have a period of adjustment. In our daughter's case, her arrival as a weekend was about to begin was not the best thing as her therapy routine won't begin until Monday allowing her mind to conjure up all kinds of doubts. I hope she's right.
I have to return home to take care of some business. I haven't decided if it will be Monday or Tuesday so it'll be a few days until I post again. In the meantime, many thanks for all the support.
The transfer took place yesterday. It wasn't without a hitch though. LOC... Lack of communication. The rehab facility wasn't ready for her when she arrived so they had to hustle to find her a bed. She ended up with an old style bed with limited controls. It took from 4:30pm to 7pm to get her settled which didn't help her frame of mind. When we left last night (about 10pm) she was still upset. When we arrived today she wasn't bad. Her roommate managed to calm her down a bit and she hit it off with her night nurse. In talking to her nurse today she told us that new patients often have a period of adjustment. In our daughter's case, her arrival as a weekend was about to begin was not the best thing as her therapy routine won't begin until Monday allowing her mind to conjure up all kinds of doubts. I hope she's right.
I have to return home to take care of some business. I haven't decided if it will be Monday or Tuesday so it'll be a few days until I post again. In the meantime, many thanks for all the support.
Wednesday, September 09, 2015
Breaking news... Update #4
Breaking news... Update #4
The progress our daughter is making is pleasing both her nurses and doctors. In the previous update I mentioned that she'd taken an assisted walk her first day in the step-down unit. Her body has accepted the VLAD pump without any complications and the incision in her chest is healing nicely. Yesterday she made two trips around the whole floor with a walker and today it was three with one more scheduled. All IV tubes have been removed and she seemed more alert. The doctors have indicated that she might be released to the re-hab facility on Friday if she continues to eat and gain strength. That's almost a week earlier than expected. In talking to her nurse today she explained that she no longer needs to be in an ICU unit and the hospital doesn't have the PT facilities that she now needs. She's still got a long road to recovery where she can lead a somewhat normal life. With luck, hard work and dedication it might be by February. For all her family we hope it is an attainable goal.
Thanks again for your continued support.
The progress our daughter is making is pleasing both her nurses and doctors. In the previous update I mentioned that she'd taken an assisted walk her first day in the step-down unit. Her body has accepted the VLAD pump without any complications and the incision in her chest is healing nicely. Yesterday she made two trips around the whole floor with a walker and today it was three with one more scheduled. All IV tubes have been removed and she seemed more alert. The doctors have indicated that she might be released to the re-hab facility on Friday if she continues to eat and gain strength. That's almost a week earlier than expected. In talking to her nurse today she explained that she no longer needs to be in an ICU unit and the hospital doesn't have the PT facilities that she now needs. She's still got a long road to recovery where she can lead a somewhat normal life. With luck, hard work and dedication it might be by February. For all her family we hope it is an attainable goal.
Thanks again for your continued support.
Monday, September 07, 2015
Breaking news... Update # 3
Breaking news... Update #3
More positive progress. Our daughter was moved to the "Step-down unit" today and out of the cardio thoracic ICU. As indicated to us the other day they had her up and walking. She had to be supported but at least she was vertical. It was about 150 steps which the nurse told us was very encouraging. She only expected her to go to the door and then back to her bed or chair. The only problem that we're aware of is that she still hasn't eaten any "real" food... just a cracker and part of a Carnation powdered shake. Regardless, we're enthused by her continued progress.
Continued thanks for the comments. It is appreciated!
More positive progress. Our daughter was moved to the "Step-down unit" today and out of the cardio thoracic ICU. As indicated to us the other day they had her up and walking. She had to be supported but at least she was vertical. It was about 150 steps which the nurse told us was very encouraging. She only expected her to go to the door and then back to her bed or chair. The only problem that we're aware of is that she still hasn't eaten any "real" food... just a cracker and part of a Carnation powdered shake. Regardless, we're enthused by her continued progress.
Continued thanks for the comments. It is appreciated!
Saturday, September 05, 2015
Breaking news... Update #2
Breaking news... Update #2
More encouraging signs! When we arrived at the hospital we found our daughter had been moved to a much nicer and brighter room. Her nurse, Shannon, felt the change would make a difference and she was right. The breathing tubes had been removed and her eyes were open. Still in a lot of pain, she made attempts to talk. She was definitely under the influence of her anesthesia as her words were slow. Right after we arrived the surgeon who performed the operation stopped by and was surprised and pleased at her recovery which pleased us as well. He told us that she was ahead of schedule and the nurses would probably have her up and walking on Monday. He also warned us that she'll still be in the hospital for at least two more weeks before going to a rehab facility. That's a small amount of time when you realize that she'll have years of healthy living ahead.
To those who said prayers and sent positive thoughts, thank you from both my wife and I. We are sure they helped.
More encouraging signs! When we arrived at the hospital we found our daughter had been moved to a much nicer and brighter room. Her nurse, Shannon, felt the change would make a difference and she was right. The breathing tubes had been removed and her eyes were open. Still in a lot of pain, she made attempts to talk. She was definitely under the influence of her anesthesia as her words were slow. Right after we arrived the surgeon who performed the operation stopped by and was surprised and pleased at her recovery which pleased us as well. He told us that she was ahead of schedule and the nurses would probably have her up and walking on Monday. He also warned us that she'll still be in the hospital for at least two more weeks before going to a rehab facility. That's a small amount of time when you realize that she'll have years of healthy living ahead.
To those who said prayers and sent positive thoughts, thank you from both my wife and I. We are sure they helped.
Thursday, September 03, 2015
Breaking news... Update #1
Breaking news... Update #1
Actually, the surgery to implant the VLAD pump into our daughter's chest went better than expected. We were told it would be six hours but could take up to ten. It took only five! When the surgeon met with U.S. he said it was "boring" to him meaning it was " textbook". We got to see her for a few minutes and saw her blink her eyes and to squeeze our fingers. That was a big relief. They wanted her to sleep so we were only there for about ten minutes. Their goal is to have her up and in a chair for a bit tomorrow. They have a real aggressive schedule for her. ONWARD!
Actually, the surgery to implant the VLAD pump into our daughter's chest went better than expected. We were told it would be six hours but could take up to ten. It took only five! When the surgeon met with U.S. he said it was "boring" to him meaning it was " textbook". We got to see her for a few minutes and saw her blink her eyes and to squeeze our fingers. That was a big relief. They wanted her to sleep so we were only there for about ten minutes. Their goal is to have her up and in a chair for a bit tomorrow. They have a real aggressive schedule for her. ONWARD!
Wednesday, September 02, 2015
Breaking news...
Breaking news...
Just received a call from our son-in-law that our daughter has been cleared to have the LVAD heart pump surgery. It's been scheduled for 7:30am tomorrow morning. I've booked a flight for this afternoon so it'll be a while until I get back to Fancy Panties. Please wish her well in her journey to recover her life. I'll be able to post updates on her progress this time. Needless to say that we're both anxious and excited.
Pantymaven
Just received a call from our son-in-law that our daughter has been cleared to have the LVAD heart pump surgery. It's been scheduled for 7:30am tomorrow morning. I've booked a flight for this afternoon so it'll be a while until I get back to Fancy Panties. Please wish her well in her journey to recover her life. I'll be able to post updates on her progress this time. Needless to say that we're both anxious and excited.
Pantymaven
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