MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162v)

MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162v)

Ed had been an aerospace engineer who had worked on the lunar module until the company shifted all the work on it to Texas. That, to me, was a familiar theme for the company. When Elle and I moved into the mobile home park our next door neighbor who had written many of the operational manuals for it was suddenly transferred when he was approaching ten years of work service and would have to be vested as far as retirement was concerned. The company paid well but didn’t want to fund their retirement program and this was one way to avoid it. Ed, however, as an engineer was considered a professional and when he refused the transfer he was entitled to severance… and he took it. That, along with an inheritance, allowed him to buy the house and property… and it was a lot of property. Leaving the women to talk about kids and things they like to talk about Ed took me out back to show me what he’d bought.

The property was very deceiving with only about 75 feet of street frontage. The further back we got the wider it became. But, before we got past the barn I saw something that got my immediate attention off to the the East of it… a T pole clothes line just like I had in our backyard. Remembering the panties I’d taken from the barn I could imagine that they’d been hanging out there when the rain had started that day. I immediately got the thought that if I became good friends with Ed I might have an opportunity to see a line or two of panties sometime in the future. Of course we didn’t stop there but walked on and out to a pasture like field. If I were to guess it was about four acres. The South end of it actually bordered on the creek that the marina where “Big B’s” boat was kept. Ed was really excited as we walked out into the open space. I’d lived in the area for most of my life and had no idea that this property even existed. And that was what had caught Ed’s attention. From the middle of the field we could see the creek as it meandered to the bay. He had a vision to make it into a housing development with between 15 and 20 houses with deeded rights to access the creek. By the time we got back to the house I had an idea why he’d searched me out that stormy day. With me being a banker he was looking for future funding for his envisioned project. I wasn’t too happy about it but chose to not say anything negative. I had one ‘out’ for the future and that was I had nothing to do with any of the lending the bank did. That was J J’s bailiwick but I didn’t bring it up at that time. I was selfishly thinking of some opportunities for panty viewing in the future either on the clothes line or on Ellen’s person.

The kids were absolutely amazed seeing ice cream being made. Edna offered to make some more for the adults. I was curious as to just how it was done so Ellen told Edna to bring the churning bucket out on the porch. There wasn’t a table to put it on so Edna offered to do it on the floor. After getting all the components (if you’ve never done it… there’s a LOT to it) she got down on her hands and knees. I thought the highlight of the night was in seeing Ellen walk around in her white slacks but my view of Edna’s backside was almost as good. When she was putting the things on the floor I thought I saw a double VPL but she didn’t take much time so I couldn’t confirm it. I immediately remembered the night she’d been at our house and on that occasion I was sure she was wearing two panties. So, for the next few minutes my attention was on Edna and not the making of home made ice cream. As she settled in to turning the crank she was on her knees and leaning forward which pulled her top up and I got exactly what I’d hoped for… two separate waist elastics. The show lasted for about five minutes and my eyes spent most of that time on them. Running through my mind was why two pair. I knew it was an unanswerable question but I was hung up on it.

When I woke up on Friday morning Elle was already up and dressed. It was certainly obvious she was excited about what would happen that afternoon. She’d already confirmed that her mother would have the kids for overnight which was like a reprieve for me… and the possibility of a really fun evening if I played my cards right. For me, my priority at work was to get a chance to talk with Joanie along with Bret and Trish. I knew she didn’t have the total experience Trish had and wanted to make sure that we were all aware of the differences between what Trish was capable of doing and what Joanie would be able to do. I could dictate a letter to Trish and not have one word wrong. Joanie hadn’t taken dictation since she graduated. Trish could type around 60 words per minute. When I gave typing tests when I worked for the County I only had a handful of women who could type that many. My guess for Joanie was about half that and I wanted it recognized so as not to put unwanted pressure on her. When we were through I could see Joanie was more at ease. Trish volunteered to help her at every chance she got. Later, I warned her not to ‘hover’ and reminded her that when she started she had to do it on her own. That got a smile from her.

I’d made arrangements with Bret to take the Friday night duty and gave up my lunch hour to be able to take off at 4pm with Elle. I remember the looks she got from the tellers when she walked in to the lobby. Some had never seen her before and she looked great. I was surprised that she’d worn white shorts knowing her ‘problem’ but was actually proud of her. The furniture store was less than five minutes away and we headed right there. In the almost ten years we’d been married we’d actually only bought two pieces of furniture… a sofa bed and a dinette set. The two mobile homes we’d owned came furnished. The house came partially furnished and my parents filled in the ‘holes’ with some of their old things. So, walking in to a furniture showroom was something entirely new for Elle and I had to keep reminding her we were there only for a bedroom set. We both liked the same style so it didn’t become the ordeal I’d been warned about. We agreed that we didn’t need a headboard and used the money we saved to buy what’s called a wash stand to go with a ‘high boy’ dresser and a traditional long dresser with a mirror.

I hadn’t set a hard and fast dollar limit and when the ticket was written up I made the mistake of commenting that it wasn’t as much as I’d expected. Elle picked up on it. There was a stack of mattresses leaning against the back wall and Elle asked the salesperson about them. We were told they were old showroom floor models and were on sale for half price. All of the four mattresses in the girl’s rooms were either ‘hand me downs’ with an unknown background or were as old as we were. Elle had listed getting new ones on our ‘want/need’ list so… when she heard that she looked at me with this ‘look’ that said ‘please???” My first thought was ‘no way” but then I figured if I said ‘yes’ I’d buy myself some ‘favors’… and agreed to it. Her immediate reaction was to give me a big kiss… and got me to thinking just what I could parlay it into.

To be continued…