BACK TO WORK... surprises and changes (Part 137c)
As I peeked
into the room I didn’t see any clothes at all. Elle had supper ready so I
couldn’t do any searching. As I went down the stairs I rationalized to
myself that I’d seen all there was to see of Bebe’s panties when I
sneaked into her room over at Sabrina’s. She’d had to buy all new
clothes and the panties I’d seen were all by Modern Globe and seemed to be brand new. However,
since she was going to be staying another night there was still the very
slim possibility of getting a VPL or DP if she had worn Elle’s panties
that day. But Pete, her boyfriend, was picking her up at work and
dropping her off and I knew I’d probably be asleep by then. It had been a
nice thought.
After eating I went next door to look at the tree that had been hit by lightning. All that was left was a
stump about 2 1/2 feet across. The workers had done a nice job of
cleaning it all up. I was on my way back to the house when I heard Elle
calling me. It was Sabrina’s father. He wasn’t pleased that we’d turned
his workers away but why he’d really called was to say that Sabrina
wouldn’t be returning and that he would be sending a truck to get all
the furniture and her things. I was shocked. Not that I had any great
liking for Sabrina but this came right out of nowhere. It took a few
seconds for me to grasp it. Before he hung up I managed to mention
the furniture that Bebe had borrowed. I didn’t want his people to take
that along with Sabrina’s stuff. There was silence for a few more
seconds and then I heard him talking to Sabrina, asking her who this
Bebe person was. I waited about a minute before he came back on the
line. He said he’d have the truck driver come over to get her when he arrived. I was
still in shock when I hung the phone up.
Elle was almost as
shocked as me. Her thought process was the same as mine... what had
happened while Sabrina was at home for this to happen. Then Elle blurted
out “What’s gonna happen to Bebe?” It only took a few seconds for Elle
to answer her own question. “She can stay here!” It wasn’t a question
but a flat out statement. My mind went into overdrive at that point.
I
liked Bebe and she did offer a diversion when it came to panties. But,
the first (selfish) thought was what was to become of the rather liberal
pee play that I'd been enjoying and Elle had come to accept. Visitors, for a few
days, had always been acceptable. However, the question was... how long
would Bebe be there? Then, on a more immediate level, what would we do
with the furniture that she was using? We debated about telling Bebe
not wanting her to find out in the morning. I knew Pete’s brother and
called him to get the number for Pete. I didn’t tell him why I was
calling but asked him to stop by after he picked Bebe up. Of course he
wanted to know what was up but all I’d say was it wouldn’t take long and if they
were planning on going out it really wouldn’t/shouldn’t interfere.
Monday’s
were a slow night at the restaurant and they showed up at the house around 9:30pm.
As it turned out my pessimistic slim to none chance for a VPL turned out
to be wrong. She was wearing some of Elle’s old clothes and the top
barely covered her midrift in front and, in the back when she sat down, I
had a beautiful look. As I suspected, the panties were made by
Shadowline with a very distinct waist elastic. Bebe was all on edge and
when I told her Sabrina wasn’t coming back she took it to mean that
she’d been in an accident and had been killed. It wasn’t funny at the
time but in writing it now it kind of reinforces my feelings about how
women, in general think. In any case, I told her about getting the
furniture out of the house in the morning and Pete said he could be
there to help. He didn’t have a truck to return the borrowed things but asked if
they could be put in my garage until he could get ‘Big B’s' father’s
pick up. I suggested that Bebe call Sabrina but she declined. I could
tell she wasn’t pleased with the situation but before she got upset Elle
offered to let her stay with us.
I’m not sure just what her
actual reaction was because just as Elle made the offer we heard Kaye
crying. I was closest so headed upstairs to comfort her. By the time I
got back both Bebe and Pete had gone. I asked Elle and she was non
committal saying that Bebe had said she appreciated the offer and would
”sleep on it“. And that was the way it was as we headed for bed.
The
meeting with the service bureau people had been set for 10am which meant leaving the house at 7:30am. Hobie was
driving so I met him at 8am at his house. His teen aged son that had
been hit by a car was there and on crutches as I pulled in. As we drove
away Hobie confided to me that his being hit was a ”blessing in
disguise“ and proceeded to explain that he and the boy had somewhat
drifted apart. But, being confined to the house gave them both a chance
to get to know each other again. We both talked ‘family’ for the first
hour and then focused on what Hobie wanted to accomplish with the
meeting. I’d already seen the facilities and had recommended that we use
the company. This was to be Hobie’s first look at anything like this
and he was a bit apprehensive. I felt confident that he’d like, and
approve, the people and the facilities.
We were met as if we were
royalty. The president of the bank that owned the company along with the
chief operations officer and the vice president who oversaw the day to
day operation of the facility met us at the door. I won’t bore you with
all the details but everything went better than expected. Knowing that
we’d need all new teller machines they had representatives of the
equipment manufacturer there to demonstrate and to answer questions. I
had questions answered that I didn’t know I even had. We were treated to
a great lunch at the same restaurant where the bank association we
belonged to held their monthly meetings. It was right down the street and if the Board approved the plan I knew I'd get to eat there more often. We even had copies of contracts
to take back with us for the Board to peruse the next day. Leaving, all
I was hoping for was that the attorney/Trustee, ‘Gee’, who Hobie and I
had visited with the day before, had made enough phone calls to convince
a majority of the other Trustees to go along with it before the presentation.
To be continued...
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