CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139i)
The name of
the restaurant was Traveler’s Rest. Over the years I’d driven past it
hundreds of times but had never been inside. As I approached it I was
surprised to see cars parked along the road. Technically, parking was
not allowed in that area but it hadn’t been a problem so wasn’t really
enforced by the police. I decided to take a chance and joined all the
others. Walking up to the door I saw Cliffy, my racing friend, leaving
with two large pizzas. I hadn’t seen him since the night “BigB” sold his
race car. We chatted for a few minutes before he suggested that I join
him and his pit crew at the shop telling me there was plenty to go
around.
I knew Phil as he was, like Cliffy, a classmate of Elle’s
in high school. I’d seen Alan and Joe at the track but at first didn’t
recognize the little guy. It took a minute when I realized it was
Buster, the kid that had lived right across the road from the gas station
that I’d worked at as a teen and where my first race car was garaged. He
spent most of his waking hours hanging around the race car and it
appeared that he was still doing the same. Cliffy had decided to change
race tracks and was now racing further to the West. I noticed that the number
on the car had changed as well. They tried pressuring me to join them at
the races on Saturday night but I, knowing things weren’t good at home,
declined saying I’d get there one of these nights. Before I left I
asked Cliffy what I should ask for my ‘55 Chevy. After he and the others
looked at it he suggested asking $325 and hoping to get $275. By the
time I left it was almost 11pm. That, definitely was not good.
All
the lights were out when I arrived home. Even when I was working on
“Big B’s” race car and wasn’t getting home until after midnight there
were always lights on the patio and in the kitchen. I made my way up the stairs
and, once in bed, found Elle way over on her side. At least I had my own bed to sleep in. When she got up to use the bathroom I
didn’t make any effort to speak to her. When her alarm went off at 7am I
decided to take my clothes downstairs and to get dressed there. Without
any breakfast I headed for work as there was plenty to do. The first thing was I had to
write up the minutes from the Board meeting. Because it had been unlike
any that I’d been a part of I wasn’t sure how to go about it as the others
had been simple and straightforward.
By the time Joanie showed
up I had a rough draft done. It certainly was easier to do it without
interruptions. When I saw Joanie she had, again, done her hair
differently. I wondered if it wasn’t Laura’s influence. She’d chosen to
wear her khaki pencil skirt. I liked it because there was the
possibility of a VPL. I’d only seen her wear it the day she’d come down
to work with Trish and hadn’t really gotten a chance to look her over
closely. I didn’t have to wait long for my chance. I was standing in front of her desk
and slid the draft of the minutes onto it just as the front doors
opened. A blast of air swept a page off and onto the floor.
Without hesitation she bent over to pick it up. Voila... a perfect VPL
including the crotch line. It wasn’t very big which, to me, was an
indication that the panties were what I called ‘common’ meaning that
they weren’t branded like a VanRaalte or Vanity Fair panty. But that didn’t make
any difference. I was happy to have just that. However, wearing a
pencil skirt (to just above the knees) meant little to no chance of a
peek. I could only hope that her new clothes would bear fruit in the coming days.
After
Joanie typed the draft of the minutes I decided to take them up to have
Bert (the president) look them over. I talked with Lena, his secretary,
first and she said she’d let me know when he was free. While she was on
the phone she commented on how nice Joanie looked with her new clothes
and the change in her hair. I was smiling as I listened to her. Then I
remembered that she was the one who’d been with her to help her pick the
clothes out and complimented her. I still remember her exact words...
“Our little project...” .
When I got back from lunch there were
two messages for me. One was from Bert (the president) telling me to
come up to his office at 2pm and the other was from someone named
Jeremy. That one puzzled me. I was hesitant at first to call but I did
anyway. It turned out that it was the kid who worked for James at his
service garage who wanted to buy my old car. When I told him how much
money I wanted all I heard was silence. I was the first to speak and then
he asked if that was a firm price. I’d thought about the price range
Cliffy had given me and decided that if I could get $300 it would be
perfect. So, I asked what he was prepared to pay. Again, silence.
Finally he said he could pay me $250 now and would I let him pay the
other money off over time. In hearing those word I was reminded that now
Joanie would be paying me back over time as Laura was. I got the feeling that I was
becoming like the bank... loaning out money. The difference was that the
bank charged interest and I didn’t.
I didn’t waste much time
before saying that I’d do it. I told him I’d be up sometime after 5pm to
sign the car over to him. I had all the paperwork for both cars and
after clearing it with Bret decided to go over to the County Center and get
the license plates changed after the doors closed at 3pm. What it all
meant was that now I’d have to tell Elle about the new car that night
because that was what I’d be driving. WHEW!
Bert (the president)
looked over what I’d written up for the minutes and made a few changes. I
did appreciate his comment that I’d done a good job with them. When I
left his office Lena stopped me to tell me that Joanie had spoken to her
about paying the money back and was worried about it. I told her that
I’d speak to Joanie the next day.
Going to the MVA (motor
vehicle administration) was always a horror. There was a smudge on the
vehicle identification number for the new car and they couldn’t find
their records for it. Luckily I’d made some friends in the department
when I worked for the County and asked to see one of them. I was led to a
small office and told to wait inside. From there I got a good look at
people waiting to have their numbers called to be waited on. In the
front row was a women who was busy talking with another seated in the
row behind her. The one in the front row had turned sideways and in so
doing had left one leg facing out and the other right up against the
bench. The view was incredible. It was probably one of the best upskirt
crotch peeks I’d had because her legs were at an almost 90 degree angle.
I was disappointed when my friend walked in and I had to give up this
beautiful view. (BTW: my friend solved the problem and I got my new
plates.)
To be continued...
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