Tuesday, August 30, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Christmas (Part 148a)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Christmas (Part 148a)

With the purchase of the house the previous few Christmases had been pretty sparse when it came to gifts. It’d been my intention to try and make it up this year. I’d made some extra money painting signs and there was the money Elle made substitute teaching. What had gotten in the way of my plans was work, especially the effort that had gone into the conversion. I’d manage to buy and put aside some things for Elle during the year but it was the kids I wanted to provide for. As I’d just written in the previous part, Elle, perturbed by my unavailability to go shopping for them had gone off to the mall with them. But, being of a practical nature she’d concentrated more on clothes than toys. The older two were reaching the stage that they wanted to pick out what they wore so they weren’t adverse to it. There was no time to do much more than look in the Sears, Montgomery Ward and Penney’s Christmas catalogs and pick out toys we thought they might like. The older two loved playing board games so I focused on that. Elle reminded me that they, being girls, were very much interested in dolls and the things that went with them. Before I knew it we had accumulated a rather large list. Even though I hated to be in debt I decided to apply for credit from both Penney’s and Montgomery Ward. I’d had the Sears card since our days living in the mobile home. I know I took a deep breath when we placed the orders but I was committed to making this a Christmas they’d remember.

A tradition we’d started with the first Christmas that Jean (the oldest) was old enough to remember was to put the tree up on Christmas eve for Santa to decorate when he brought the presents. It meant getting a lot done in a short time. All I really remember is that it seemed like as soon my head hit the pillow there were calls from the girls asking if they could get up. I’d go down the stairs first to check to see if Santa had come and turn on the tree lights. I had the camera ready for pictures as they came down. The number of presents were enhanced by the fact that the clothes Elle had bought for them on the trip to the mall had been added to the pile of toys. We let them open theirs for a while and then  we opened a few of ours. Most of what I’d bought for Elle were small but things I knew she’d like. I took a lot of pictures even getting a few that exhibited her panties and that she was unaware of.

Because Elle had decreed that once we had our own house she was going to host Christmas dinner she had to break away to start to prepare for eleven people. I remained with the kids and pretended to be excited about their gifts. All I wanted was a few more hours of sleep but I knew that was at least 10 to 12 hours away. Elle's parents and brother appeared first. Her mother was a great cook and took over the kitchen allowing Elle to get washed up and changed. When my parents and brother arrived we decided that to keep everyone occupied we’d have the girls show off their presents. It pretty much worked and the turkey was served on time around 3pm. After finishing the main meal we had the girls put on a fashion show with their new clothes. When they were done the pumpkin and mince meat pies were served. My parents wanted to be home before dark and, much to my relief, that was enough to get Elle’s to follow shortly thereafter. As I watched their headlight disappear down the driveway I let out a big sigh of relief. It was short lived as the girls started right in wanting us to play their new games with them. I remember looking at Elle and watching her roll her eyes... but we went upstairs and changed into comfortable clothes.

They were in that stage where board games were played on the floor. I knew that was dangerous because it wasn’t going to take much for me to fall asleep. But... games we played. Kaye, the youngest didn’t understand why either Elle or I had to play for her. There was one game that the older girls had gotten years earlier that she understood enough to play without help so, to keep peace, we got it out. I decided to take some ‘family pictures’ of them playing games while they played. I’d been too tired to pay much attention to Elle. That is until I focused the camera on her lying on the floor. Wearing pink pants, I was sure I could see some dampness in her crotch. I called for her to turn and look at me and as she did I snapped a picture.

It wasn’t until she got up that she realized that she’d leaked a bit. With the bathroom right there she ducked in with me right behind her. I tried to get her to pee through her panties but she’d have none of it. I did manage to get her to not use toilet paper and to let me rub her. Even though I was really tired, feeling that sensuous wet spot had me awake, for sure. Since we were home I’d persuaded her not to wear ‘dribble panties’ and gotten her to wear ‘fancy’ panties. Wet nylon satin tricot was a special turn-on for me so I changed my approach and asked that if I could have a special Christmas present. She, too, was very tired and wasn’t overly receptive. With a resigned look on her face she asked what it was. Pretty much knowing that it’d have to be something that didn’t entail a lot of preparation I asked for one picture when we went to bed. I got a sour look from her but she didn’t say “No!”.

She asked for my honest opinion of just how wet she was. Even though the girls were aware of Elle’s ‘problem’ she didn’t like parading around showing wetness if she didn’t have to. I looked at my watch and seeing it was almost 9pm suggested that we start herding the kids up the stairs. She willingly agreed even though she knew there would be some vocal protests. As an appeasement we told them they could leave their lights on until 9:30pm. That, in itself, was a rarity and the older two went for it. It was sort of funny because Kaye was asleep on the floor as the words were spoken.
Bedtime

To be continued...  

Sunday, August 28, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Conversion (Part 147e)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Conversion (Part 147e)

When Liz, Laura and Bette arrived at the back door I was shocked to see Joanie with them. I had to ask what was up with that. Laura was still living at Joanie’s house during weekdays but was at home on the weekends. Having to come in to work on New Years day and without the buses running she needed a ride. But her ride was way too early so she went to Joanie’s house. Joanie, with nothing to do for the day decided to come in with Laura to see if there was anything she could do to help. I was happy for two reasons; the first being I always enjoyed seeing her and the second was the more eyes we had working the earlier we’d get out of there. What took me a minute to recognize was that she was wearing a pair of pants that might just give off a VPL. They were a gray flannel but seemed fitted enough to possibly show. I immediately paired her up to work with Letitia hoping to speed her productivity up a bit.

Liz and Bette headed upstairs with Laura following. It was while I watched her climb the stairs that it came to me that possibly she and Joanie were wearing panties that I’d provided to them. That was a bit of a rush. Their job was to check the journal print out totals from the service bureau against the bank’s general ledger. On the previous day our group doing the checking had identified almost $10,000 in corrections that had been made. The ones found on this day would have to wait until the next day but by having the dollar amount, Liz and Bette could reconcile them back to the general ledger. I was hoping there wouldn’t be too many as Tuesday was going to be a crazy day on it’s own without having to load them into the system.

By noon there were only two teller machine journals left to check. It was obvious that the those who were finished were anxious to leave but I didn’t think it was fair. Of course, Letitia was one still working. Seeing the others milling about ended up making her nervous and she dropped the journal she was working on. The journals were just rolls of paper about nine inches wide and when hers hit the floor it unrolled. Joanie made a stab at catching it but only succeeded in making it roll further away. My reaction was to curse (to myself) but for only a few seconds. As Joanie caught up to it she bent down from the waist to grab it. I had a ‘double feature“... a DP (down pants) and VPL (visible panty line). My first glance was at the waist. I was close enough to confirm the elastic was from SanSoucie panties. It was no big thing but it made me feel good to see her wearing them. With her working upstairs on a daily basis I’d mostly see her arriving and leaving work as she walked across the lobby. I’d actually not seen her that much and when I did, being Winter and with her wearing a coat made it impossible to see anything. It had taken a few seconds for her to corral the roll of paper which gave me a chance to focus on her bottom. The distinctive diamond shape of the SansSoucie panties was vivid even through the gray flannel. Up to that point it was the highlight of the day!

When I projected that we’d be done before 1pm everybody agreed that they didn’t want us to go out to get food. With that decided Lorie stepped in and relieved Letitia from her checking duties. Bret had been keeping tabs on the net amount that would have to be changed the next day and when Lorie called out her number there was a fairly loud ”Hooray!“ coming forth. When I delivered the total dollar amount upstairs to Liz and Bette I told them that I was about to let all the people working downstairs leave. I hadn’t thought about it because I was including myself in that group but Bette asked if either Bret or I was staying until they were through. I could see she was concerned so said that I’d wait. I really didn’t want to stay but knew Bret’s mother was visiting him and it would be nice to let him go as well.

After Bret and I got everything locked up in the fire vaults he left. I’d told Elle back on Friday night that it would probably be after 5pm before she’d see me but with the lack of communication between us I wasn’t sure she remembered so called to remind her. There was no answer which, to me, wasn’t a good sign. After that I headed back upstairs to see how they were doing. Laura was working with Joanie on binding the computer print outs. This was going to be our ‘bible’ as far as disputes were concerned. We were to get a new one each day but his one was critical as a reference point. As I mentioned earlier, I’d watched Laura climb the stairs and had wondered if she was wearing the panties I’d given her. Wearing a coat she didn’t give me a chance then to find out. However, she wasn’t wearing one now. As casually as I could I kept my eyes on her backside, waiting for my chance. It didn’t come and didn’t come. I knew Liz and Bette were getting close to the numbers they were looking for so thought, for sure, I wasn’t going to see what I’d been hoping to see. I was thinking that I’d actually gotten more that I could’ve hoped for with the unexpected arrival of Joanie.

Liz called out the final number and stood up. Time to go home. It was around 4pm which was still good. I was chatting with her when I saw something I’d been waiting for... Laura bending over. It was to pick up her pocket book from under the table. I was in mid sentence (and I do remember it vividly as Liz thought I was choking) when I saw in almost slow motion, Laura bend over at the waist and sort of hover there for a second. Wearing some sort of denim pants, (definitely not jeans) I could see not only the diamond shape but also the pseudo band legs of SansSoucie panties. I know I had to have been holding my breath. Liz asked me, again, if I was OK and that was enough to bring me out of my 'trance’.

The drive home was good. Everything had gone well and I felt that we at the bank were as prepared as could be for our first day ‘on-line’. As for me, personally, it had been a good weekend as well... a pair of panties that were totally new to me and a couple of refreshing ‘views’ from two people I really liked.

To be continued... 

Friday, August 26, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Conversion (Part 147d)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Conversion (Part 147d)

Elle had mentioned something about going to a party at the house of a new teacher friend to ring in the new year as I was leaving for work that day. I made the mistake of not saying ”No.“ right then and there. By the time I got home it was around 7pm and all I’d had to eat was a cold BLT sandwich from the diner in town. At that point all I wanted was some nice warm food and to relax. The kids, who I hadn’t seen much of all week, wanted me to play the games with them that they’d received as Christmas presents. It was almost easier to go back to work.

Even though I knew I’d get an ear full of complaints from Elle I tried to stand my ground and told her she could go and I’d stay home with the kids. She threw out the fact that she’d made arrangements for Mo, Barbara’s older sister, to baby sit and at that point I knew I was going to be on the loosing side. I told her there was no way I was going to stay to see the ball drop at midnight in New York but she didn’t say anything. So, after eating and changing my clothes I went next door to get Mo.

It’s not that I’m anti-social but I prefer to socialize with people I’m at last familiar with. Out of those who were there I might have met two before arriving at the house. On top of being uncomfortable in the situation I was really, really tired. I’m not sure how long it was before I sat down and fell asleep. Elle woke me up and was definitely not happy with me. I stayed on my feet after that and managed to stay awake until I couldn’t take it any more. It was about 11pm when I told Elle I was leaving. A couple of her teacher friends were after her to stay until midnight and said they’d drive her home. I shrugged my shoulders and left.

It was like a different Mo when I got home. She seemed nervous and anxious to leave heading for the door before I could pay her. I managed to ask if everything had worked out OK and as she disappeared into the darkness I heard a faint ”Yes“. I headed straight for bed after checking on the kids. In spite of concerns about getting everything done the next day I fell right to sleep and never even heard Elle when she climbed into bed. In fact, the next thing I knew it was almost 8am. Like the day before, I wanted to be at the bank around 9:30am so knew I had to hustle a bit to get my shower, shave and eat. As I’ve described in previous posts, the only shower in the house was on the first floor. I walked into the bathroom, turned on the light and saw the little rug all balled up and under the sink. I wondered why. I pulled it out and felt dampness. As it unrolled I saw something white fall out. Bending over to pick it up I saw something dark on it. I had to smile when I saw this little frog applique. I shook it out and saw I had a pair of panties in my hand... and they were damp as well.

They were unlike any I’d ever seen before. I knew they had to belong to Mo but I’d seen her panties on a clothesline and they were definitely bigger than these were. They even felt different and I decided to pull each side and found they stretched. Even more perplexing. I found there was no tag to assist my investigation.
                             
Mo's Froggy panties


I don’t know how long all that took but I knew I had to really get going. I can’t remember what I was thinking but I ended up carrying the panties into the shower with me. When I stepped out I wasn’t sure what to do with them. I knew they weren’t going back into the rug. I was drying off my feet and bending down when I saw the ’elbow’ for the sink drain and a rag hanging in it. Voila! The panties went there. I just hoped that I’d be able to get to them before leaving. My 'find' was certainly a pleasant surprise.

When I stepped out of the bathroom I was greeted by Jean, my oldest. I asked her if she’d had fun with Mo and the first words out of her mouth were ”She wet her pants... and the floor.“ I certainly wasn’t expecting that pronouncement. Jean had always had the tendency to be a bit of a tattle tale so it wasn’t a surprise that she told me. I had to ask what had happened and she proceeded to explain that they’d moved some of the living room furniture and were doing some tumbling tricks. Then something happened and they all ended up on top of Mo and then started laughing. She said that Mo pushed them all off and ran into the bathroom. Jean then made a face and told me that Mo made them go to bed after that and she was mad. I asked why and she said that Elle had told her they could stay up until 9pm and it wasn’t nine yet. I tried to remember just what Mo was wearing when I’d gotten home but couldn’t. But, I knew she wasn’t wearing panties and thought it was pretty funny. Elle was still asleep when I got dressed and figured that was a good thing. I got myself some breakfast and before leaving made my way back into the bathroom. With the panties balled up in my hand I headed off for work.

The only one who was late was Lillian. I, more or less, figured that if anyone was going to be it would be her. Liz, the auditor, Laura, her assistant and Bette from accounting were due in at 11am. The reason was that the service bureau was sending a messenger out with the printout of all our data inputs and wasn’t expected until about then. Everybody seemed quiet and there was little ‘chatter’. We started in by continuing to check the posting journals just as we’d done the day before. The messenger arrived before Liz and her crew which gave me a chance to look the print outs over. It only took me a few minutes to realize that it was a good thing that Gracie had told us about checking against the teller machine journals. As I explained a while back our numbering system was called ”terminal digit”. That meant all the ledgers were filed with the last digit of the account number being primary. All the printouts from the data center had the account numbers in strict numerical order. If we’d waited to do the checking from the printouts it couldn’t have been done... at all. I remember standing there and silently thanking Gracie.

To be continued...
   

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Conversion (Part 147c)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Conversion (Part 147c)

It was after 10pm by the time I left. I’d hired Wade, the owner of the company that cleaned the bank each work night, to come in with a crew and remove our old teller machines and to clean up the debris from the way the new machines were packaged for shipping. The whole place looked much better but Wade promised to bring in his regular cleaning crew before we opened again on Tuesday. Elle was asleep when I made my way upstairs and I made sure not to bother her. It would be a couple of hours before her first bathroom alarm would go off and I hoped that I wouldn’t hear it. I pretty much made up my mind to skip church as I wanted to be at the bank by 9:30am to let the crew in. It was going to be short as both Gracie and the guy from the service bureau’s computer room wouldn’t be back. He was assigned the duty of manning the computer at the center but gave me the direct dial telephone number into the room in the event that we lost our transmission connection. I can’t say I was happy about it but there was nothing I could do.

Saturday had been an absolutely beautiful sunny day but Sunday was gray, windy and cold. I could tell right away that the mood of the crew was no where near as ‘up’ as it had been the day before. After most had arrived I decided to hold a meeting and told the ones who had already arrived to wait over by the stairs to the second floor until the others got there. Since everyone was wearing a coat upon arrival I had no idea what they were wearing until I started towards the stairs. I hadn’t given any thought to changing my suggestion that they wear comfortable clothes but I have to admit I was surprised to see a couple of skirts and a dress. Some of the early arrivals had chosen to sit on the stairs and approaching them noticed that the new teller, Alice, was sitting on a lower step in an awkward position and talking to someone behind her. I know I stopped when I saw that. Picture, if you will, her right leg out in front of her and touching the floor two steps below her and her left leg tucked up almost under her. It had to be one of the widest crotch views I’d ever seen (other than for Elle). I could see some sort of a print but, with a combination of surprise and, probably fear of being seen looking, it wasn’t long enough.

The meeting was to ask them who felt really comfortable posting the data. There were five who said they were so I asked them if it would bother them to just do posting the whole day. With six teller machines I wanted them operating almost continuously. I had Lorie work up another schedule to allow for breaks and lunch. It was my plan for Bret, Jaz, Peggy and I to do the checking of the machine journals against ledger cards that had been posted. I made a guestimate that by the end of the day that over half the postings would have been checked. That would mean possibly only having to spend half the time I’d projected for New Year’s day. I knew that would make everybody happy so stressed that we needed everybody to concentrate. I tapped Lorie to be the one to stay on top of them. On Tuesday she was going to officially be the chief clerk and, basically, that was going to be her job.

With Ward having cleaned up the mess we could now find enough space to spread out both the journals and the ledger cards. Bret and Peggy chose to use one of the lobby customer counters where customers filled out their deposit tickets. There was a bench right there and Peggy chose to sit on it while Bret stood at the counter. It looked like a good idea. Jaz and I were in the very back of the work area where the bookkeeping machine (computer?) was located. There was no way for us to do it the way Bret and Peggy were doing it and we had to sit side by side. Jaz was one of the people who had worn pants and as we set up our materials I thought there might be a chance for a DP later. Because the heat had yet to fully come up she was wearing a sweater which blocked any chance for it as we sat down.

The luncheonette where we normally got our sandwiches was closed on Sundays so our only choice was the Main Street diner. That news certainly didn't bring any smiles. Lorie had set the schedule so we’d all break at 12:30pm. She picked up our lunch order and had it set out for us on the lobby side of the teller counter. Jaz and I were really making time with our journals and I hated to stop. But stop we did and it was at that time she took off her sweater. She was wearing a pair of print pants and initially there was nothing to see. Most of the crew took their sandwiches and drinks and sat down on the lobby floor in a big circle. I wanted to check on just how many more ledger cards were left before getting mine. I felt pretty good about what I saw but knew we had to get back to work as soon as we could. As I walked around the the outside of the circle I got what I was looking for from Jaz as she leaned forward to grab something that someone was handing to her. I didn’t see it immediately as I thought what I was looking at was flesh. However, I maneuvered myself into a position just off her left side and as I sat down I could see the panties were an off white, almost flesh colored. I had almost five minutes of viewing before it was time to get back to work. It didn’t end there as there were a couple of other occasions later where, sitting beside her, she had to lean forward to retrieve a ledger card or two. The only negative was that I couldn’t identify the panties from the waist elastic.

The day turned out to be just what I’d hoped it would be. All the ledgers cards had been posted before 6pm and over half the journals had been checked back against the ledgers. I thanked everyone profusely and encouraged them to have a good time that night... but not too good a time and that I’d see them at 10am. I reminded them that there was a good chance with all of them checking journals to the ledger cards we could be on our way home by 1pm. It was obvious that everyone was tired because, even with that news there weren’t many smiles.

To be continued...  

Monday, August 22, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Conversion (Part 147b)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR...  Conversion (Part 147b)

Gracie (the training person from the service bureau) arrived about the time we were ready to send off our first transmission. I looked at her as ‘insurance’ in case there was a foul-up thinking that she’d be able to keep everybody calm. Either she hadn’t gotten the message to dress comfortably or had chosen to ignore it because she had on a nice blouse and plaid skirt. Each time I’d seen her since staying over at her house when I went for training I couldn’t help but worry about the panties I’d taken from her cellar. However, nothing had ever come of it. The guy from their computer room (I don’t remember his name) who had overseen the tests the day before had arrived right before she did and as they met he got her up to date on where everything stood. I let her give the signal to start processing and stood back and watched.

Albie had told me that it would be slow going for our tellers at first but they’d get into a rhythm. As far as time was concerned the saving grace for us was that the only transmission coming back from the data center was a code to let us know that what we’d sent had been accepted by the computer. I’d rented stools for all the tellers as the seats that had been a part of the old configuration of the counter had been removed to accommodate the new machines. As I looked down the line there wasn’t much to see. It had been cool in the building as the heat wasn’t turned on until I arrived and a few of the girls/women had on sweaters so any chance of a DP (down pants) was reduced if not eliminated. As I previously mentioned, I asked Lorie to set up a schedule so everybody could rotate and by mid morning everyone had posted for at least an hour. Jaz had brought in a radio but for some reason the only station we could get was the local one with less that appealing music for the younger set. However, by the time we thought about lunch everybody, including Janet, seemed to be in a good mood.

We’d taken orders for sandwiches and Bret and Lorie went over to the luncheonette when the noon siren went off. I took the opportunity to tell Gracie about the schedule that I’d worked up. I showed how, using the information Albie had given me, I anticipated we’d be finished by 6pm the next day. I mentioned that we’d be back on New Year’s day to check the numbers and to see that we were in balance with the general ledger. As I explained what we’d be doing she gave me this puzzled look and asked why we weren’t checking the journals produced by each teller machine. It didn’t register at first and when she saw that she led me over to the machine Alice was using. She told her to stop for a minute and then proceeded to lift a cover and pointed to this roll of paper. I swear I’d never seen it before. In any case, she removed it and asked to see the ledger cards that had been the source documents. I’d told Lorie to have those who weren’t posting return them to their normal storage place. I remember standing there and feeling almost as embarrassed as I would’ve been if I was naked.

By that time the sandwiches were back so I called for a ‘time out’ and explained that there was going to be a change in plans. I remember hearing a ‘groan’ but told them it was a good change and might reduce the time we’d have to come in on New Year’s day. That brought forth a few somewhat muffled “yea’s’. The change entailed having the machine journals removed before they went back to posting and then, each of us who was not actively entering data, working in pairs, would read back the entries to check against the ledger cards.

We never should’ve stopped for lunch or so it seemed. As soon as we went back to posting there was a problem with the telephone lines. Between Gracie and the guy from the computer room they kept me calm and we were soon back entering data. It would be impossible to describe what the work area looked like but suffice it to say it was a disaster and finding a space to check the posting journals back to the ledger cards was difficult. Gracie and Lorie ended up choosing the lobby stairs because they could spread their materials out. I, working at my desk with Lillian, was struggling to keep the piles I was working on, in order. It really was easy work with one person reading the numbers from the ledger cards and the other person checking off the correct entries off on the journal. I noticed Bret standing behind the teller counter waving for me to come over to where he was standing. I thought there was a problem with a machine. It wasn’t. From where he was standing Bret had a perfect upskirt view of Gracie who had taken a position on a higher step than Lorie. we were about 15 feet away but there was no doubt that she was wearing white panties. As I looked I had a feeling I knew just what they looked like up close and personal.

After we’d scarfed down a couple of pizzas for supper I went around and made an estimate of just how much we’d accomplished. There was no way to be accurate but based upon the ledgers still in their respective bins we were over half way through them with two hours to go. The journal checking was moving right along and I think if we’d realized that we could’ve used the journals right from the beginning we would have been almost equal to the posting... but we weren’t. Optimistically, I was hoping that we might get done on New Years day in just a few hours. I knew that Liz, the auditor and Bette, the accountant, would still have to sign off on the project but it was something to strive for.

As eight o’clock approached I had a good feeling about where we were. Everybody was tired but not complaining. Gracie had been a good cheerleader all day and even pitched in with doing some posting as well. The one constant message she gave was that once the data was entered their lives, as tellers, would be much easier. To finish up for the day Lorie had taken it upon herself to collect all the machine journals that had been checked and was placing them in the fire safe. I happened to walk by as she was doing it and it was obvious that it was going to be a tight fit to get them all in so I stopped to help her. As I did looked down and there was my first DP of the day. A pair of light blue panties with an encased elastic waistband. Up to that time I was only aware of three manufacturers that used that style... VanRaalte; Kayser and SeamPrufe, all quality panties. Patience had paid off and gave me something to look forward to in the future with Lorie.

To be continued...

Saturday, August 20, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Conversion (Part 147A)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Conversion (Part 147a)

I've concentrated on writing about Peggy for the last two weeks of December. However, while that was taking place there was LOT happening in the matter of the upcoming conversion. Bret and I spent a lot of time making sure the staff was ready for the big weekend as well as a lot of time on the phone with the data center. As I mentioned in one of the previous posts, our new teller machines had been delivered and were being stored in a warehouse owned by a trustee. It was mandatory that they be delivered to the bank, connected and tested before we started the actual conversion. What made it a horror story was that we still had to wait on customers while this was going on. The equipment manufacturer, Burroughs, had two technicians assigned to us (one being Robbie, our old NCR technician) and the service bureau sent the #2 person in their processing center. Even though I felt our tellers were adequately trained I had asked Albie if he could send Gracie, the lady who trained me and also had spent a day with our staff, as ‘insurance’. We had so many people there you almost needed a score card. I wont bore you with all the machinations necessary to get the new machines in place and the old ones removed. Even though the tellers left shortly after 6pm that Friday night, Bret and I along with the technicians stayed until after 10. All machines checked out and were in place as we left. The next step was data input.

All seven tellers plus Lorie and Jaz were to be there at 8am that Saturday. With the two borrowed teller machines and our own it was projected that by 8pm we’d have close to 60% of the account data entered. In doing the planning I had my fingers, arms and legs crossed that it would be enough time. Albie, at the data center, had told me to plan on ‘down time’ with the telephone lines and I hoped I’d figured it right. Because the next day was Sunday we only had eight hours to get the rest of the entries made. The data center was only available to us from 10am to 6pm so there was a lot of pressure to get it all done. Monday, New Years day, was set aside to do the checking of the journals that the data center would produce after all the data was entered. For that exercise I had Liz, the Auditor, Laura, her assistant and Bette, the head of the accounting department coming in as well as the others at 10am. It was a lot to expect from them but the ‘reward’ was both monetary as well as additional time off. I’d calculated it as approximately double pay.

All machines were in operation with data entry by about 8:30am. Lorie, who was to fill the newly created chief clerk position (over Gina who I’d wanted) was charged with establishing break times for everybody including lunch and supper. At that point I was able to survey the ‘crew’ and check out just what they were wearing.

Starting at window number one there was nothing of interest to see except it was the very first time I saw Cara wearing pants. As soon as I did I knew why she chose to wear dresses. She was a big boned girl with wide hips. Not fat by any stretch of imagination, I could see why the drape of a dress would/could hide her hips. Next was Alice, the newest teller, who was wearing nondescript tweed pants. Unfortunately, that defied me the ability to see a VPL. Letitia was next and... well Letitia was Letitia with absolutely noting to even consider. Next in line was Lillian. She loved dark blue and that went for dresses, skirts and now, pants. I pretty much knew she wore bikinis based on all the peeks I’d observed in the past. Because of being so thin the pants just hung on her and it was another case of no VPL. Janet had worn slacks a few times and I was convinced that she wore a girdle. There were no lines at all, not even on her butt cheeks. Peggy was the ‘prize’. As I’ve mentioned she needed to lose a little weight but had reached a point where she was trying to wear some of her pre pregnancy clothes. Wearing a pair of bright red knit pants the VPL was almost vivid. What made it perfect for me was that I could tell she was wearing a pair of the new SansSoucie panties that I’d gotten for her. She didn’t have to bend over at all to see that beautiful ‘diamond’ shape on her backside. Jaz also chose to wear a pair of knit pants. They were a taffy like color and were also a mite tight. A while back she’d volunteered to stay late to help get the daily postings caught up. On that night I’d seen one of the best ‘camel toes’ I’d ever seen. Her job that day was to see that the ledger cards, after the data had been entered, were returned to the proper bins so she was always on the move and, unfortunately, there was no real opportunity for a real VPL. Then there was Lorie.

After a ‘rocky’ start to our working relationship. we’d been at  a ‘neutral’ position for quite a while. I had to accept Hobie’s decision to make her chief clerk but it had cost me Gina. It wasn’t Lorie’s fault and I didn’t hold it against her. Her position as the bookkeeping machine (computer?) operator had her in my department but her job had a narrow definition and required little supervision. Most of the time I’d see her sitting at the machine and had little chance to really ‘observe’ her when it came to VPL’s or peeks. I really can’t remember if I’d ever seen her in pants but on this morning there she was in a pair of light gray pants... certainly a possibility for a VPL. What made it appealing was that she’d pulled her hair back and had a completely different look than I was used to. I’d always considered her to be a bit attractive but because of our ‘frosty’ relationship really didn’t give her much thought. Now, in a different situation with a different look, I was thinking there might be a chance for something interesting to see.

To be continued... 

Thursday, August 18, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146i)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146i)

It was a calculated risk. I knew there were three possible ways Peggy could react to the news... negatively, with her having one of her “crisis” attacks; in a neutral manner with her not really thinking about it: or positively, which was highly unlikely. I was banking on the ‘neutral’ one and my thinking had to do with the panties. For whatever reason she’d been excited about getting new panties right from the time the subject came up. I’d chosen not to pursue her reason(s) more based upon time restraints than being cautious. I’d mentioned that timing was important and my feeling was that the excitement of receiving the panties and the unexpected move to the drive-up coming so close together wouldn’t allow her to work herself up. I was holding my breath as I watched her face looking for a reaction. Nothing. She, with the box of panties clutched to her chest, headed towards the work area. I made a special point of watching her retrieve her cash box and put it in the drawer at the drive-up counter and there was no hesitation at all. I almost couldn’t believe it. As soon as Bret appeared, walking across the lobby, I went out to tell him. I remember him shaking his head in disbelief. Then he sort of muttered something along the lines of “Wait until it’s time to prove up!”. I didn’t disagree but held out hope for the best.

The day went reasonably well. Other than a few ‘pushy’ customers, the lobby traffic was manageable. The beauty of the drive-up window is that the teller only sees one car and is not intimidated by long lines. I, purposefully, stayed back and let Bret be Peggy’s observer. When the window was shut down for the day he let her do her own proof and, miracle of miracles, she did it perfectly. In a way I was surprised by her reaction... there was none. She took her proof sheet over to Letitia and then went back and cleaned up her area. I had a thought she might take a different approach and yell out a “hooray!” or something. Nothing. It took me a few minutes to filter that through my brain and realized that she’d not put any pressure on herself. She just did the same thing she’d been doing at the end of each day since being taken off the lobby window. Initially I was going to congratulate her but quickly realized that might be a negative. I’d planned to talk with Alice, Lillian and Peggy to get their reaction to the volume of transactions they’d all faced but in Peggy’s case decided on a different tack.

I was able to get Lillian and Alice together so that was perfect. Lillian, in her effervescent way, let it be known she loved being able to see and talk to a lot of people ending up asking if the move was going to be permanent. I wished she hadn’t asked because I didn’t have an answer. It didn’t slow her down though and as she walked away announced she was looking forward to the next day. For Peggy, I happened to see her pull the box of panties out from her cabinet under the counter. The timing of my approach was perfect. I asked if she had a chance to peek at the contents and I got a sheepish smile in return. What I didn’t expect was what she told me... that she’d changed panties during her break and was wearing a pair right then and there. That was a rush!

The location of the drive-up window was out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the work area. The negative part of the location was that it was part of the hall to the ladies rest room but almost everybody had gathered their coats and were on their way out the back door. So, the ‘danger’ of having that conversation was diminished. If you remember back a ways, Peggy and I’d discussed methods for her to handle her “crisis” situations by using sanitary pads and a sanitary panty with a plastic crotch. I can’t say it was a reaction when I asked what had happened to them. I do know I wanted to take the words back almost as soon as they had exited my mouth. But, instead of being embarrassed she smiled and said that she hadn’t worn them in over a week. What I said next was pure reaction... “Why?“

As I mentioned before, Peggy’s girlish personality and innocence had started to resurface. With a smile that exuded that she responded that she didn’t think she needed them anymore. All I could do was to smile back at her. By then I’d regained control of my mind and mouth and started to walk away. As I did she reached out and grabbed my arm. I turned and saw her reaching into her coat pocket with her other hand. Then she thrust something towards me. When I heard her say that she hoped it was enough I knew what it was. I really didn’t want to take it but knew that I should. It was somewhat funny when we almost simultaneously said ”Thank you“. I remember looking at her and almost involuntarily saying something like ”So you really like them?“ Her answer was wordless as she nodded her head affirmatively punctuated by a big smile. It was time to go.

By the time we left for home on that Friday evening Bret acknowledged that Peggy had performed better than he had expected. I felt her work was pretty much as I’d hoped. In the morning we’d all be back to start the data conversion. There would be no pressure from customers or from having to do a ‘proof’, just data entry and a lot of it. Driving home I had a really good feeling about Peggy’s future with the bank.

To be continued... 

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146h)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146h)

By the time Elle got away to the mall it was close to 11am. I’d told Bret I’d be at the bank by noon which didn’t give me a lot of time to dig out the panties I wanted for Peggy. I had time as far as getting them to her was concerned because she was under the impression I had to order them. However, I wanted them ready to go when I deemed it was the right time. As I did with the panties for Joanie, I wrapped the box with brown mailing paper to simulate that they’d been shipped. I knew I had some space in the lower drawer of my desk to hide it so, until I actually gave them to Peggy my mind was free to concentrate on work.

The teller counter renovation had hit a snag by the time I got there. I won’t go into it except to say I didn’t get home until after 8pm but at least the doors could open on Monday morning. Bret continued to oversee Peggy’s work and had given me good reports, especially on the day ending ‘proof’. Errors were minor and didn’t affect the overall bank proof so I was leaning more and more towards moving her to the drive-up window. However, the timing of it had to be just right.

Christmas was on a Sunday which, for a bank holiday meant it was celebrated on Monday. When the doors were locked on that Friday night the bank was in good shape as far as preparation for the conversion was concerned and we could concentrate on the year end ‘busy period’. Driving home I felt good about the whole situation, including Peggy, which meant I could concentrate on having a good Christmas with the family. I’d worry about all the rest on Tuesday.

I’m sure you’ve all used, or heard, the cliche, ‘the calm before the storm’. That was Tuesday. It was one of the slowest days I’d experienced since joining the bank. Hobie even commented on it telling Bret and I that it didn’t portend well for the rest of the week. I’d come up with the staffing schedule for the conversion which was to take place over the weekend and at 4pm there was a reminder meeting. Everybody had been given plenty of warning about having to work Saturday, Sunday and on New Year’s day and we’d been able to mute most of the negativity to it by promising that they’d get time and a half pay PLUS an additional half day vacation for each seven hours worked. The hours for Sunday were to be from 10am (for church) to 6pm for those who wanted to go out on New Year’s eve. For New Year’s day itself starting time was 10am. The ending time was open because we had to have everything done and the figures checked back so we could open Tuesday morning. Albie, from the service bureau, projected that without telephone transmission line problems we should finish the input by the time we quit on Sunday evening. That would leave us all day Monday to check all the account balances against the computer printouts. As I said, we were able to cut short most of the complaining... but not all. Hobie was present at the meeting and when Janet started in he cut her short, taking her aside to keep her displeasure from influencing the others.

As the meeting broke up I asked Alice and Lillian to come to my desk for a little ‘pep talk’. Basically, it was to tell them not to “freak out” when they saw the lobby filled with people. I remember Lillian having a puzzled look on her face as if to say “why am I a part of this conversation?”. I excused Alice and motioned Lillian to have a seat. Lillian, when seated, was a panty voyeur’s delight. On the occasions I’d seen her sitting she never had her knees together and with the short dresses she almost always wore there was a nice white triangle to view. But... that was not my intention (Honest!). It was to tell her that she would become a lobby teller starting the next day. I don’t think she could have opened her eyes any wider than she did with that news. After a bounce or two (interesting!) in the chair she asked about the drive up. That’s when I told her Peggy would fill the position. But, I told her not to say anything to anybody, especially her, that I was going to do it. I asked that she be in a little early to get settled into her new space and she then bounded off. I was just praying that she kept her mouth shut.

As Peggy was about to leave I just sidled past her and asked that she meet with me at 8:30 the next morning. I told her a little lie saying that Elle had called and there was a package waiting for me at home. Her face lit up with a smile and said she’d be at my desk, waiting. The last part of my plan was to bring Bret up to date on moving Lillian and Peggy. I’d run the idea past him with a less than favorable response. That’s why I waited until it was almost complete to let him in on it.

He sat there listening to my reasoning for the moves with a blank look on his face. Peggy had been involved with the school savings program for over two weeks and had been the relief drive-up teller that whole time. She’d had no real problems at the end of the day and there was no reason why she should have any moving forward. I told him that I was going to tell her that I needed to move Lillian out to the lobby and all she was doing was filling in for her just like she did at lunch and for breaks. Bret just sat there, expressionless. When I couldn’t get a rise out of him I got up, said good night, and headed for the door. He, definitely, was not a believer.

Peggy was waiting for me when I arrived and it wasn’t yet 8:30am. The easy smile that had returned to her face after the move was still there. I’d decided to get the panties out of the way first and pulled the box from the drawer. To make it realistic, I tore the brown paper away and handed her the box. She started to open it but stopped and looked at me. “You never told me how much they were!”. I told her the price was still on the panties and she could figure it out herself. (I think they were around $1.89 a pair at that time... less than $2.00 for sure) Then she peeked into the box. Some of the other employees were starting to filter in so I told her to wait until later. She was in the process of saying “Thank you...” when I interrupted and said something like “Oh, by the way... you’ll be filling in for Lillian”.

To be continued...

Sunday, August 14, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146g)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146g)

Elle knew something was on my mind. I got away with telling her it was the upcoming conversion at the bank. I’d told her, well in advance, that I’d be working the whole weekend at the end of the month, including New Years day, because all the data had to input so we could open the doors on that Tuesday. I’d told her I was really, really worried about it so when I used it as an excuse that night she accepted it. However, I was still mulling the situation over when I went to bed.

By daylight I’d made up my mind. I realized that with Peggy’s already fragile psyche that any drastic change in the way I treated her might be disastrous as far as work was concerned. It was too close to the conversion to take a chance as I needed all the people at work to ‘be on board’ as far as commitment to getting it done was concerned. I had to go forward and the next step was in getting a pair of panties to Peggy to try on. I wasn’t worried about the potential for the situation to backfire too much as she had offered to buy them... at least that was the way I had it in my mind.

In a perfect world Elle would’ve been called in to work that morning allowing me to get to my ‘stash’. It didn’t happen. When Elle was getting breakfast for all of us I made a desperate move and went to her panty drawer. I knew there were some panties in there that Elle hadn’t worn, or if she did, not more than once. I was hoping to find a pair of size 5 SanSoucie panties. They were the ones made by the company my friend Willie now owned. When I’d asked for samples he’d ended up sending boxes of them instead. The ones I’d given Peggy earlier were made by his first lingerie company and were called Evette. Both were cut a bit larger than most panties. I know the panties I’d given Peggy were size 4’s and she said they didn’t fit any more so my only chance was size 5. Elle could wear either size, preferring the 5’s when she wore them. So I started rooting around. SansSoucie panties are easy to identify what with their diamond shaped crotch. I flipped through one pile and found two. As I pulled them out I was praying that they weren’t stained. Opening the first pair I was disappointed to find that even though they appeared not to have been worn they were size 4. To make the situation worse, I knew I had to fold them up and put them back and time was fleeting. The second pair was obviously a size 5 and as I looked at the crotch I could see a faint bit of yellow. I really didn’t hesitate... and stuffed them into my pocket anyway.

I was able to get the panties into my briefcase but didn’t have anything to put them in. Even if I did I wasn’t sure how to get them to Peggy in a discrete manner. I was too busy during the day to worry about it. School was out for the Christmas break which meant there would be no activity in the school savings program until after the first of the new year. Bret had been overseeing Peggy and the whole program and he came to me asking if it would be possible to convert all the school savings accounts prior to the end of the year. He pointed out that if we did then the service bureau would do the interest calculations for the quarter and save us a lot of time. A call to Albie got the wheels in motion. It didn’t take long to get a positive response. They were ready on their end and I was told we could start as soon as we wanted. Hearing that, I had Bret get Peggy and the three of us started on a plan of attack.

We had the account ledger cards together in short order but, the new teller machines we’d borrowed from the service bureau were still out in the general work area and there was no place to put the bins of ledger cards. Until we came up with a solution to that there was nothing more we could do. Bret turned back to his desk and Peggy got up to leave. Seeing Bret pick up his phone gave me the opportunity to tell Peggy I had something for her and to stop back when she had her coat on and was ready to leave. As I did I saw her start to smile. I wasn’t sure I liked seeing it though. It was about a half hour until she headed my way. I’d managed to get the panties into a small kraft envelope. I decided to tell her that they were Elle’s panties and if she was uncomfortable with that I’d understand. She just said “Thanks” and walked away. As she did I remember shaking my head wondering just what she was thinking.

The envelope was on my desk when I got there the next morning. I looked around but didn’t see Peggy. I felt the envelope and knew there was something more than the panties in it so quickly went into the rest room that was right there to check it out. I found a note wrapped inside the panties. “They’re not the same as the other ones but are still very nice. I like the feel of the material though. If they don’t cost too much would you please order me six. Thanks... Peggy”. Cost wasn’t an issue. Getting to my ‘stash’ of new panties was. At least that matter was decided and I could get on with the regular business of the bank.

The bank’s new teller machines had arrived from the factory but we had no place to put them. One of the bank Trustees owned a farm equipment company and with it being Winter, his inventory was way down so he allowed them to be delivered there. What the arrival of them meant was I now had to get the teller counters modified so the new machines would fit. The only time it could be done was over the weekend. Bret volunteered to go in for the morning and I said I’d take the afternoon and stay until the work was finished. At home, when I told Elle I had to go in and oversee the work she decided she was going to take to take the kids to the regional mall to see Santa. As soon as I heard the word "mall" I knew that was going to cost me money. But, the positive side to it was I would now have my chance to get to my 'stash' and the panties for Peggy.
                   

SansSoucie


To be continued...

Friday, August 12, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146f)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146f)

I hadn’t come up with a place by the time the party ended and I made sure I avoided her when everybody was leaving. I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure out what she wanted and it bothered me. I had enough on my mind planning for the busy period and the year end conversion of all our deposit records over to the service bureau. (and...I’ve avoided mentioning anything about the new branch and the hiring of the manager to oversee it...) On my way home I decided to just let it play out by itself.

I needed gas the next morning and stopped at James’ to fill up. Knowing I wouldn’t see him again before Christmas I decided to step into his office and wish him a merry one. As soon as he saw me, and before I could speak, he asked if I could do him an immense favor. I still owed him a few (even though hiring Peggy should’ve erased some of them) so asked what it was. He was just about to go pick Peggy up at home to drive her to work. The car that Peggy and her mother shared wouldn’t stay running and he was about to pick her up and drive her to work. Knowing I was headed there would save him time. Of course I said “Yes”.

I was pulling out of the station when it came to me that the problem of where my ‘private’ meeting with Peggy would be held was solved. It was just around 8:30am when I pulled into the driveway. Peggy popped her head out the side door of the house and when she saw it was me, smiled. I was glad that we were getting together in a time controlled situation. When we had met in the Board room it seemed to run on forever.

She started by explaining what their car was doing. I didn’t care and told her we only had a few minutes. The way I said it was probably a little harsh because she looked down at her lap. I could hardly hear her when she started to talk and didn’t really understand what she was saying... but kept my mouth shut. I did hear her say that she probably shouldn’t be talking to me about “this”. I was at a stop light and looked at her. She saw me and asked if we could pull over for a minute. I have to tell you that I was, by then, getting more impatient. I did as she asked and pulled into  a parking place. Once stopped I looked directly at her and, as nicely as I could muster the words, asked what “this” was.

She was, by then, embarrassed and I could see it in her cheeks. She told me that she’d done as I suggested with her panties, sanitary panties and pads and it made the situation better. But she hadn’t had a “crisis” to test it all out. By then she was back to having her head down on her chest and talking into her lap. I only said one word... “And?”. She then looked up and kind of blurted out that she “tinkled” some to find out if it worked. Oh my heart! I didn’t know what to say so didn’t say anything. She went on and said it seemed to work but didn’t think the one pad was enough. Remaining silent, I listened to her tell me that later she did it again with two pads. My bulge had grown to the point that it was pushing my pants into the bottom of the steering wheel. Looking at her, I saw this naive young girl, vulnerable to a fault, and started worrying that I’d really created a problem for myself. What she said next was another surprise. She told me she wanted me to know that it worked better with the two and thought I should know so I could tell Elle.

I felt I had to thank her but really felt guilty. For a brief second I thought about telling her the truth about Elle and that she mostly used the pads at night and that she often wore ‘dribble’ panties during the day. I dropped that thought almost as soon as it popped into my head. As I started to pull away I knew I needed to change the subject but I wasn’t ready to discuss her work performance yet so remained quiet. It was Peggy who broke the silence when she announced that she’d gone looking for the panties I’d given her back when we still lived in the mobile home and had found them. I don’t remember if I said anything but my ‘antenna’ was up waiting to hear what she was going to add to that. She told me she was disappointed that they still didn’t fit. As soon as she said it I knew why... she was at least fifteen pounds heavier than back then. I took a quick glance at her as she asked if she could buy some more of the same ones but a size or two larger. I know there was a surprised look on my face because that was something I would never have guessed.

I immediately wished I hadn’t pulled out from the curb. It took me a few seconds to totally grasp the question. I told her that the friend who owned the company (Willy) that made them had sold it. I wasn’t looking at her but I heard her make a sound of disappointment. I immediately told her that he now owned a different one and that if she wanted to see the catalog for it I’d bring it to her father’s gas station. She didn’t answer and I didn’t push it. Then I told her I wanted to leave her off in front of the bus stop so there wouldn’t be any unwanted ‘questions’. As we pulled up I told her that I had some samples if she was interested. Getting out of the car she stopped and said something like “that would be nice”.

By the time I got inside I was wondering what other surprises I was going to face that day. Thankfully, none of them had anything to do with Peggy. But the day was busy enough that I never had a chance to think about the sample panties for her. That came on the way home. I now had two ‘stashes’. One for the new panties that I gotten from Willie and the other for the others I’d  collected over the years. Neither was in a place I could get to without Elle being out of the house. I’d also thought more about the whole conversation with Peggy in the morning and became tempted to just forget about the whole thing.

To be continued...  

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146e)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146e)

Bret still wasn’t all that optimistic about my plan but agreed to go along with it. The first real test was going to be the end of the day ‘proof’ for Peggy. I observed her working on the school savings project and she seemed happier than I’d seen her since she started. There was no deposit activity for the program as that had been done on Tuesday and Wednesday. She was cleaning up a lot of the detail work that had been neglected for who know how long. Without someone to oversee it on a regular basis it had become a ”tuit“... someday, someone was going to get 'around to it' and that day had finally come. When Lillian told her she had to take over the drive-up window so she could go to lunch Peggy had forgotten all about it. I had Bret keep an eye on her and when the hour was up he said he saw no problems. I didn’t expect any because there still wasn’t that much business at the drive-up. My concern was when it came time to do her ‘proof’. I wont say I held my breath but I remember smiling when she she did and the debits and credits matched. In my mind that was step one.

The next day, Friday, it was the same. Peggy was smiling and at ease as she continued to work on the project and had no problem sliding into the drive-up position. As I remember it, she got a number a favorable comments from the customers. Lillian had a group of ‘regulars’ and when they saw Peggy they wanted to know what had happened to her. I was standing by the vault when I overheard the conversation with one of them. As the lady was about to pull away I heard her say ”You’re nice too...“ Again, Peggy had no trouble proving up. So far so good.

I made a point of stopping her as she was leaving. I asked how she was doing and certainly didn’t expect the answer I got. This was a completely different employee than the tentative one I’d spent so much time with earlier in the week. Her answer was firm and to the point... ”School savings is a mess!... but I’m working on it.“ I didn’t dare bring up the fact that she’d struck a proof two days in a row and all on her own. I’d been walking with her to the back door and when we got to the vestibule I was going to return to my desk. However, she put her hand on my arm and took a deep breath. I didn’t know what to expect. At this point she reverted to the tentative girl she’d been when talking to me in the Board room. She made an abortive attempt to say something but stopped. Then she blurted out that she'd taken my advice. I stood there not saying anything. I know I had to have had a questioning look on my face. Then she told me that she’d gone to the department store and then I knew immediately. But, I didn’t know what to say. I’m sure was I blushing because, being in the vestibule with people coming and going, this was certainly not a topic for public consumption. I thought it would end there but then she asked if I’d come outside for a minute.

We walked behind a truck that was parked by the back door and when we stopped she asked if she could ask a somewhat personal question. I knew I’d probably opened a ‘Pandora’s box’ when I told her about Elle’s ‘dribbles’ and how she handled it but I didn’t expect that I’d have to go into the detail of it. I know she was happy that it was dark out when she asked how Elle handled the plastic panel in the sanitary panties against her skin. I knew what the answer was but thought there was no way Peggy would buy into it. I tried to get around the question but she really wanted to know. Reluctantly and slowly I told her that Elle wore her panties and put the sanitary panty and pad on over them. My ‘take’ on her was that she thought it was a crazy idea so I went on. Using a bit of psychology I told her that with wearing her panties she would try harder not to have an ”accident“ in them. If she just had the sanitary pantie with the pad in it she wouldn’t try as hard. I could tell she didn’t fully understand so I got out of it by reminding her she originally wanted to know how to keep the plastic panel off her bottom. She acknowledged it and, as always, thanked me profusely. As she walked away I wondered if she was wearing them.

Each passing day was bringing the bank closer to the end of the month and year as well as the conversion of all our deposit records over to the service bureau. The end of the month also meant the ‘busy period’. I had my mind full of things that could go wrong and Peggy was sure one of them. I hadn’t told her, or Bret, that I was planning on having her take over the drive-up window, full time, during that period and moving Lillian out to the lobby teller line... but it depended on how Peggy was doing with her nightly ‘proofs’. I pretty much kept my distance from Peggy over the two weeks leading up to the busy period... with the exception of during the Christmas party. It was handled the same way as the previous year with it taking place in the lobby and using the Secret Santa idea for the gift exchange. Bret, again, was "Santa" and did a good job. I tried to stand back and just be an observer but Peggy sidled her way over to where I was. She didn’t say anything but within seconds I felt something touch my hand. I looked down and saw Peggy was trying to slide something into it. Thinking that she, somehow, had drawn my name I told her that Bret was supposed to hand out the presents. She was smiling when she said she knew and then walked away. It was an envelope that she’d given me. With all the attention on ”Santa“ I was able to open it.

It was a letter. Peggy had obviously put a lot of thought into it. In summary, she pledged to ”reward’ me for my “faith” in her by giving her another chance. There was one more thing... a request to meet with me where no one from work would see us. I wasn’t sure how to take that. If it hadn’t been for the sincerity of the letter I wouldn’t have even considered it. I spent the next few minutes trying to figure out where we could meet where there would be the least chance of being seen. Usually, I was able to come up with something but my mind was blank. When my name was called to get my gift from “Santa” I glanced at Peggy. The smile on her face told me she knew I’d read her note... and I found myself starting to perspire.

To be continued...   

Monday, August 08, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146d)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146d)

Realizing that if I put pressure on Peggy to speak up might backfire I just sat there, waiting, and not patiently I might add. I glanced at my watch and saw it was almost 9am. I don’t know if Peggy caught me looking but she finally started to speak. The look on her face was more of resignation than anything else. I waited for the tears to follow... but... they didn’t. She took her time saying that the only ones who knew what she'd told me the night before were her parents and an aunt. After looking at me when she told me that she went back to looking at her hands which were in her lap. I wish I had my Day Timer because I’m relying on memory (which is pretty good for way back when but don’t ask me what I did yesterday!) to cover the important parts of what she told me.

Basically, she said it didn’t take much to upset her and she’d ”lose control“ of her emotions... and her bladder. But, she thought that part was over... until she started having troubles at work. When she started to ‘ramble’ I told her that I knew it had been a rough period of time but the bank doors were about to open. I asked her, point blank, what had made her come in and say ”she couldn’t do it anymore“ after she’d agreed to come in and see what could be worked out for her. She leaned forward in her seat and apologized for not being good enough. That’s when I spoke up and told her that I didn't agree and had a plan for her that she hadn’t yet heard. I won’t say I pleaded with her to tell me but it was close.

She said she hadn’t slept much and that when she got out of her car in the public parking lot she had a ”panic attack“ and had ”almost embarrassed herself... again". That was why she was late getting there as she wanted to make sure “it didn’t show”. Then, when waiting to be let in the door, she decided she just couldn’t go on worrying if she was going to do it again. She was really, really embarrassed but kept on going. She said she didn’t think it was fair to the others wondering when they’d be allowed to go home all because of her. I stopped her right there and told her I was going to go over my plan for her. In looking back, I think she was surprised.

I went over all the parts and pieces for her that I wrote about earlier and then asked if she had any questions. I remember looking at her and for the first time since she’d come home from North Carolina she looked like a 19 year old. I waited for questions and after an awkward period of time she asked why I was doing this for her. It caught me by surprise and I fell back on something my father had told me back when I was first given the authority to hire and fire people... “Hire nice people... teach them the job.”

By then it was after 9am and I needed to get downstairs. I told Peggy that she wasn’t to go on the teller line but she was to go work on the School Savings name and address files as they had to be entered just like the regular accounts. I stood up but she didn’t so I asked if there was something wrong. That’s when I heard, again, “I can’t...”. I was anxious to leave but I had to find out why so I stopped and asked. Slowly, she got up and then turned around. There on the back of her khaki skirt was a wet spot in almost the shape of a heart. As soon as I saw it I remembered her telling me that she’d had a ‘problem’ out in the parking lot. I immediately apologized and told her to go home, get cleaned up and come back at noon. I started for the door with Peggy following but stopped before opening it. It was my turn to take a deep breath.

I turned to face her and (I don’t believe I did this... ) asked if the “crisis” she’d had in the parking lot was typical. (I know I didn’t use that word but it was the intention.) She wasn’t expecting that and pretty much responded without hesitation that it was... and then, after realizing what I’d asked of her, blushed. She hesitated, wanting to know why I wanted to know. As weird as it sounds I was thinking of Elle and her ‘dribble panties’. Thinking on my feet, I tried to remember back to the Summer Peggy babysat a lot for us and spent a few days doing things with us and wondering how much she knew or remembered of Elle’s incontinence. However, there was no way I was going to bring up the ‘dribble panties’. I knew Elle would kill me if she knew I even suggested them to Peggy. So, the alternative was to try an ‘end around’. Apologizing again for being ‘personal’ I asked her if I might make a suggestion. I remember Peggy giving me a funny look but nodding her approval.

We were still standing by the closed door while this conversation was going on. I asked if she remembered that Elle had a somewhat similar problem. I don’t remember her response but I do remember telling her that Elle had a ‘dribble’ problem and that her solution was to wear a pair of sanitary panties and a pad. Not exactly true but it was close. The look on her face told me she didn’t know about sanitary panties so I gave her a brief description focusing on the large plastic panel. I remember her looking intrigued and asking where she could get a pair. I told her where Elle (actually me) got hers. She didn’t commit to it but I felt she was sincere in her interest in them. That was when we finally left the room. It was after 9:30am.

Peggy was back at noon and after the tellers were all ‘in proof’ I called them all together. I explained what Peggy would be doing starting the next day. The reaction was a mix of surprise (negative) and happiness with the latter coming from the fact that they would no longer have to face the dreaded School Savings any more. I’d talked with Lillian earlier about how Peggy would be working with her and using her teller machine. She was just OK with it but when I told Jaz she no longer had to be the lunch time drive-up ‘runner'. I thought she was going to hug me. Now, all that had to happen was for it to work like I hoped it would.

To be continued...

Saturday, August 06, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146c)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146c)

Normally I wouldn’t discuss work problems with Elle. However, because Peggy had been a part of our lives and I knew Elle liked her as much as I did I decided to share her work problem with her. Over time, I’d made the discovery that verbalizing a problem was a good way to solve it. In trying to explain to Elle what I’ve tried to explain above I ended up giving myself a lead to a possible solution. It came to me that Peggy was performing all the other duties of a teller in a satisfactory manner. Since she was only having problems with doing her day ending “proof” I wondered if it was possible that she was putting too much pressure on herself in performing that exercise. With that thought in mind I came up with the idea to change her position.

I did something else I didn’t normally do... and that was to call Bret. I strongly believed that once an employee left the work place they should be left alone to live their personal lives. However, I needed to run my idea by him before talking with Peggy and that was going to be at 8:30am the next morning. It wasn’t too late when I made the call, probably around 9pm. All I asked of him was to be at the bank at 8:15am. Of course he wanted to know why but I didn’t want to go into it over the phone. He said that wasn’t fair... but said he’d be there.

Mike, the new messenger custodian, wasn’t there yet to let us in. We had our own keys so that wasn’t a problem. Even though I was going to talk with Peggy upstairs in the Board room I chose to get right to the subject with Bret just inside the door. I started by asking him what was the one thing that made the tellers really mad. I was sure I knew but I wanted his confirmation. OK... I have to give some background here...

During WWII the government, in an effort to get everybody involved with the war effort, started a program in the schools where kids would bring in their nickels and dimes to buy Victory Stamps. They would then paste them into a pamphlet and when it was full they’d get a Victory Bond (like a Series E Bond). When the war was over the program ended but some banks decided to keep the concept going and called it School Savings... and this bank was one of them. Right from the day I started there I hated it. I did a cost study on it and determined that the bank didn’t bring in enough in the way of deposits to warrant the amount of money we spent. However, some of the Trustees felt it was a valid way to start kids into saving and wouldn’t consider eliminating it. On Tuesdays the messenger custodian would pick the deposits up from the three schools who were participating. At the bank they would then be given to one teller to process. She, having to deal with all the coins complained and somewhere along the line it was decided that a different teller each week would have to handle it. That’s what I inherited when I joined the bank.

Bret didn’t hesitate in stating “School Savings!” I then asked him if he had any ideas on what to do with Peggy and he just shook his head from side to side so I told him I wanted to put her in charge of the school savings program. I thought he was going to choke. He basically told me I was out of my mind. Then I told him I was going to make her the permanent relief teller for the drive-up window. I remember him starting to laugh. But, there was a method to my madness.

Once all the deposit records were converted to be processed by the service bureau Jaz would be out of her job. She was the "runner" for customer activity at the drive-up when Lillian was at lunch or on her break. My idea was for Peggy, already trained as a teller, to fill in for Lillian without the "running" to the lobby tellers to process the transactions. It was almost 8:30am by then and Bret wasn’t fully buying into my idea and Peggy was due to show up. To make him feel better I told him that I hadn’t yet offered it to Peggy. He still wasn’t convinced.

I didn’t want the others seeing me talking with Peggy so headed up to the Board room after telling Mike to send her up the back stairs when she arrived. It always seemed intimidating to walk into that room. Long and narrow with this huge semi-oval solid oak table right in the center. The chairs were massive. They were leather covered and swiveled. They had special wheels that allowed them to be moved easily over the carpet. Whenever I sat in one I had this feeling of power.

I’d been waiting for about 10 minutes and was getting worried when in she walked. As soon as I saw her I was concerned. Her eyes were red and puffy. I absolutely hated crying females and my first thought was that she was going to start. She stopped in the doorway and I encouraged her to come in and told her to shut the door. The second floor ladies room was right outside and I expected that it would soon get some use. I pointed towards one of the chairs and started to sit down myself. Then I heard “I can’t” in just a bit louder than a whisper. Before I could say anything I heard her say, still in the soft whisper mode, “I can’t do this anymore.” I can tell you this... It caught me completely by surprise. I immediately stood up. She was staring down into the chair. I was at a loss for words especially since I’d just come up with what I felt was a solution for her. I remember her mumbling some sort of apology and then finally I said “”Why?“

As soon as I said it I was sure the tears would start... but I was wrong. She was obviously distraught and the words she was speaking were sort of running together and unintelligible. I had to get her to slow down so I, again, pointed to the chair next to me. She stood there just shaking her head from side to side. I’ll admit that I was getting impatient by then. I don’t remember exactly what I said but I know it had to have been firm. I can’t say that I ordered her to sit but it was close.

After she did I tried, again, to get her to tell me what was on her mind even though I knew I risked tears. I clearly remember her taking couple of deep breaths before she started. To summarize it; causing a problem for the other girls bothered her... a lot... and as the time for doing the day ending ‘proof’ approached she would ”work herself up“. Then, if the debits and credits didn’t equal, she’d have what she called a ”crisis“. I waited for her to explain just what she meant and she just sat there looking at her hands.

To be continued...



Wednesday, August 03, 2016

Sorry for the interruption...

Sorry for the interruption...

I'm visiting the daughter who has had all the health problems and I had hoped to continue posting here during that time. I didn't realize that when using an iPad to write and post, Blogger has some sort of"glitch" where you only can post on half a page. I feel that to do so would prove to be confusing to those few who read this so am going to hold off until I return home on Saturday. Hope you do return...
Pantymaven

Monday, August 01, 2016

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146b)

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Peggy (Part 146b)

Here is another place where I wish I had my Day Timer notes. For a lot of reasons I wanted to give her a chance to say something, anything, to explain why she was having so many problems. I knew she’d done the ‘books’ for her father’s business when she was still in high school so, in my mind, she had to be comfortable with numbers. I don’t remember how long it was before she started talking... and there was a lot she had to say. My problem, now, is that I don’t remember a lot of it or the order of it. I’ve previously given a broad overview of what I knew she'd gone through since the beginning of the year and that was from what I’d gleaned from her father, James. Here’s what I remember from the talk with Peggy.

She started by saying that her relationship with her parents deteriorated right after she announced she was engaged and when she told them she was pregnant it became almost non existent. After she moved to North Carolina with her husband and right up to the time the baby was born there had been little contact. She admitted that she’d been a ‘daddy’s girl’ and not hearing from him was especially hard. When her husband was killed in the car accident almost immediately after she’d had her daughter the hospital contacted her parents and they immediately went to North Carolina. It was about here that she started to tear up... something I’d hoped to avoid. She told me that somehow her father had seen the baby before seeing her... and she was thankful that it happened that way.

Basically, seeing the baby changed everything about his feelings towards her. However, it wasn’t the same with her mother. Once back at home she was overwhelmed with the whole situation which didn’t help with her relationship with her mother. She alluded to being pressured by her mother to ‘get over it’ meaning the loss of her husband. In spite of support from her father she continued to struggle. She mentioned that her mother didn't approve of the way she was taking care of her daughter but didn’t go into much detail on that. A close friend of the family, after visiting with them, advised James to “get help” for Peggy. Her mother resisted and when James scheduled an appointment with (and I’m not sure if it was a psychologist or psychiatrist) that caused a major family rift. Peggy admitted that she, herself, had resisted at first but it was the priest at their church who finally helped.

During this whole time I remember not saying much, if anything, at all. However, it was now after 6pm and when I called Elle earlier to tell I’d be late I hadn’t given her a time. I finally asked Peggy if she wanted to call home. It was like I broke her out of a trance. She jumped up and I pointed to Bret’s phone. She’d remained on the edge of the chair but had eventually moved back somewhat and when she stood up I saw something on the seat... wetness. It was a bit of a surprise. I’ll admit that I’d given a brief thought of getting a peek at her panties when she’d chosen to sit on the edge but had really been focused on what she had to say. Seeing the dampness on the seat I immediately looked to Peggy’s backside but didn’t see anything. She was wearing a dark tweed wool skirt and I knew from experience with Elle that wetness wasn’t readily noticeable with wool.

I could overhear some of what Peggy was saying and she, more or less, pleaded her case as to why she was late and wasn’t sure when she’d be home. I remember being somewhat torn as to what to do. I wanted to hear Peggy out but I wasn’t sure if she could get her thoughts back on track. After she hung up the phone she looked down at the seat of the chair where she’d been sitting and it still glistened. She stopped at the back of it and then took a look at me. It was obvious she knew that I knew. Then, slowly she made her way around to the front and sat down. The look on her face was one of embarrassment and I wasn’t sure how to react to it.

It had been a year and a half since Peggy had been a small part of our lives. One thing I remembered was that the last time she’d baby sat for us I’d ended up paying her with things she’d picked out of the catalog from my friend Willy’s lingerie company. She’d stumbled onto the catalog and after perusing it wanted to get some things for her mother’s birthday. In the process of looking at it she made a notation next to a rendering of one type of panties. They weren’t on the list of things she’d picked out but I’d ordered them anyway. When I gave her the bag with all the boxes she protested but only minimally. The sad thing for me was that I never got to see her that much after that and didn’t get a chance to verify that she wore the panties. But, because of the fact that we’d talked about a somewhat intimate subject back then I felt I could engage her in conversation about what we were both looking at.

Initially, I didn’t say anything. She made a few attempts and finally blurted out that after the birth of her daughter she’d had some physical “difficulties”. I didn’t comment and after hesitating a bit she admitted that for a period of time that she couldn’t control her bladder. She didn’t come right out and use those words but sort of danced around it. I knew what she was trying to say. She went on to say that it cleared up after a few months but not entirely. I’m thinking that I might’ve said something at that point or maybe had a questioning look on my face because she said that it only happened now when she got upset. Then she apologized for her performance and told me she would understand if I let her go. Now the pressure was on me.

I know I didn’t respond to that, at least right away. I ended up suggesting that we both go home and pick up the conversation again the next day. I asked if she could be at the bank at 8:30am. She nodded that she could so we got our coats and headed for the door. I remember standing by my car and not knowing what to do. On a personal level, she was a nice girl who was dealt a ‘bad hand’. On a practical level, she was a problem at work. On the way home I decided to do something I normally didn't do and that was to discuss a work situation with Elle.

To be continued...