THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163m)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163m)

If ever there was a group who shouldn’t own a race car, it was us. We’d reached the point where we were in sort of a trap. The only way we could be competitive enough to even think about a top three finish was to have three new tires on the car. That cost was just under $300, an amount that was totally out of reach for us. Cliffy and Alan had come up with a plan that would keep us racing, barring a wreck of motor problems, and it was predicated on us finishing in, or near, the top ten. Tenth place paid $100 so with that money we could buy one new tire a week and reuse the least worn of the older tires. The ‘hole’ in that plan was that we were just marginally competitive and it meant the highest we could reasonably expect to finish was tenth. It was like we were locked in. As I previously wrote, I was reluctant to jump in and save the day (or night, as it was) and become the ‘bank’. Alan and I were the only ones who had been regularly adding money to the ‘pot’ although Cliffy was having money deducted from his pay to pay down the bill we’d run up with his father for ‘incidentals’ like gas, gear oil, grease and various nuts and bolts. Dick had promised money once his crops started to be harvested but that was weeks away. So, by the time we headed home that night nothing had been resolved about added dollars for the weekly racing.

Alan and I’d taken to drag racing on a stretch of road that led to our homes. He had a 390 cubic inch Ford and I had a 327 cubic inch Chevy. It was almost sadistic pleasure that I got from beating him. On this night we had a side bet. He was sure that if we raced for a longer distance he could beat me. The bet was for $5. In any case I was ahead when we passed the road that usually ended one of our races. He was clearly behind me when we passed that road. Then, he started inching up on me and, to this day I still believe I was in front when we reached the next road. I’ll admit that it was mighty close. When we pulled up and stopped both our cars were smoking. I knew the reason for mine… the hydraulic lifters had started to ‘float’. For Alan… we didn’t know but it was not a good sign. I gave in and gave him the $5 pretty much knowing it was going to cost him a whole lot more than that.

Early Saturday morning was spent doing normal chores. Then it was off to the church. I’d not been attending the Vestry (the governing body) meetings and at the last one the rest of the group voted to open a “Thrift Shoppe” in the undercroft (basement). This had been presented just before Phyllis made her offer/request to hold her day care there. I’d been against that telling them the rent she would pay wouldn’t cover the overhead costs of her occupying the space. I’d been right but never played the “I told you so” card. The thrift shop wouldn’t take much to run as it would only be open on Saturdays and would be manned by volunteers. Upon hearing of the plan I offered to help set it up and that’s what I did right up until the time to go racing. The only problem with the thrift shop was it would preclude the “Meet & Greet” coffee hour that followed the second Sunday service. But, that was their problem.

All I have in my notes for the car racing that Saturday night was “Same ole, same ole” which probably meant that we finished in the middle of the pack. The notes for Sunday and the boat racing are similar with exception I noted that Elle had won again. Notes for the beginning of the week at work were non existent and I have no memory why. The first notation I found was one that Stan, my stock broker, had called to remind me about his party. I remember being conflicted about attending. Friday was the last day of work for me before Elle and I were off to Bermuda. We were leaving the following Tuesday, the day after Labor Day and I had to get everything done around the house and at church before we left. I definitely wanted to go to the car races since I’d miss the last night and, on top of all that was Sunday, the last day of sailing races that would determine the champions of each division. Stan’s party was on Labor Day afternoon which meant it was ‘doable’ but with difficulty. Elle was also invited which didn’t excite her in the least. So, leaving work that Friday night I wondered if I was going to get it all done.

Again, I have no idea why I don’t have notes. I have no memory of the car races. As for sailing, nothing for the Sunday races but I have pictures of the trophy presentations that night and they show Elle getting first place for the women and me getting third place (I also still have the trophies). I also have pictures of the early birthday party that was held for our fathers since we’d be away on the actual dates. They don’t show anything that would remind me of anything interesting that might’ve happened though.

When I selected the dates for us to go to Bermuda it was to take advantage of the lower Summer prices in effect. As the departure came closer it became more apparent that I’d not done all my ‘homework’. It was the first week of school and Elle’s mother would be taking care of the kids. That meant Elle would have to pack up clothes for them for both school and for play so she used that as the excuse not to go. Needless to say she was not all that happy with me going off and leaving her to do all that packing. I’d told her that it was really important for me to go and I’d based that on something Lynda had told me. She said that I was one of only a handful of his clients who’d been invited. He’d steered me right on some of my stock purchases and I wanted to stay on the ‘right’ side with him. As I left the house I knew I still had to finish our Bermuda packing. Almost everything that we might want/need had been laid out on the dining room table and all I had to do was get it into our luggage. In leaving I promised I’d be back by 6pm.

Stan’s place was incredible. I’d seen what I’d called mansions from a distance but when I drove up to the house I knew this one was real. Here I was, driving up to this elegant home in a 1962 Chevrolet 2 door, with Cadillacs, and Lincolns lining the driveway. Talk about intimidation!. The party was out behind the house where there was a swimming pool, bath house, two gazebos and about 50 to 60 people. Someone pointed me towards where Stan was seated and, in spite of what I had to assume were very rich and probably influential people, he appeared to be glad to see me. I was introduced to some who were near him but I was so nervous I didn’t get their names or affiliations. He recognized how uneasy I was and pointed me towards where Lynda was. I’ve mentioned, a few times, how attractive she was… tall with long blond hair. But, this was the first time I got to see her wearing shorts and could get an idea of her ‘shape’ and it was impressive. When she saw me she left the people she was with and headed my way. I really didn’t want the attention but she walked up and gave me a hug. That was totally unexpected. Even with her leading me around I felt like I was out of place and, using the need to get packed for the trip, left early. All in all I was glad I went but I truly didn’t enjoy myself.

To be continued…

THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163l)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163l)

My focus on Thursday was to casually interact with Hobie hoping to get some insight as to what happened at the extended Board meeting. It took until mid morning before I felt it appropriate to bring the subject up. He’d been at Cara’s teller window and had had a brief conversation with Joanie who was at her desk located right next to it. I overheard him tell her that she’d done a good job in preparing the things for the meeting. Without being obvious (at least in my mind) I started in that direction. As casually as I could I asked how the meeting went. As I remember it he just shrugged his shoulders and said but one word “Long…”. Doing what I felt was a good job of acting I casually asked why all the members showed up so early. By then Hobie was headed back to his desk and he said there was a lot to cover and rather than drag the meeting out into “supper time” they decided to start early. That was all he’d give me. I didn’t follow him because I didn’t want him to have any idea that I knew the additional material they had to go over was probably the report from Morris. However, what was a bit disconcerting was that it was Hobie who had been at the meeting with the president when I was instructed to get Morris involved. That was no secret and it seemed to me that I, as the operations officer and responsible for the operation of the branch, should be involved. But, with my recent blow up at Jerry I didn’t want to ‘push’ Hobie because I felt he truly ‘had my back’. It just meant having to wait to see what would become of the report.

I went over to see Stan, my stock broker (and, hopefully to see Lynda) during my lunch hour to thank him for the invite to his party. Lynda was on vacation which, for sure, was a disappointment. For some reason Ruthe seemed friendlier than I’d seen her before. Nothing really special but definitely noticeable. I mentioned it to Stan and he smiled as he whispered that Ruthe was somewhat intimidated by Lynda’s good looks. The funny thing was that Ruthe was also attractive but she tended to somewhat ‘mute’ it. Before leaving I told Stan that I’d try to make the party but with leaving for Bermuda so soon after it would be difficult. The truth was that I really wanted to go but it looked like reality would get in the way.

As soon as I returned to the bank Gertrude (from the travel agency) showed up with the plane tickets and a whole raft of brochures with things to do while in Bermuda. It wasn’t that I wasn’t thinking about our trip but now, with the tickets in hand, it was being pushed to the forefront. Elle had started putting some clothes aside but I hadn’t done anything. About the only thought I’d given the trip was to make sure Cliffy had set time aside to drive us to the airport and to pick us up upon our return. The package in my hand told me it was time to put some real thought into it.

I’d only be gone from the bank for a week. Actually, four days because one day that week was Labor Day. Things in the main office were really going well. Laurie had really adapted to her new position and the tellers had responded positively to her leadership. The only problem was Eileen and it was a minor one. To Bret and I it wasn’t a problem, at all. Eileen was, in spite of continued warnings, still prone to giving off panty peeks when she bent over from the waist. It drove Trish mad every time she caught her doing it. However, until her promotion to administrative assistant Trish didn’t have the ‘standing’ to talk to her about it. Now, it was different and she was really ‘on her case’. I’d had a chat with her telling her that, in principle, she was right but that Eileen was a really good teller and I felt her ‘attacks’ were going to upset her. Trish didn’t agree with me but did agree to ease up a bit.

I’d told Marty that I’d go sailing with him to ‘tune’ his boat. The Comet class sailboat at that time was going through a transition period with new rules on equipment. Marty was unfamiliar with either and as his boat had the old style rigging (mast and stays) that I was familiar with and, since I’d expressed an interest in going for a sail with him, it was a ‘natural’.  Arriving home, Elle had a message from Marty requesting that I pick him up at his house. I hadn’t given it a thought up to that time but as soon as I heard it I got the idea that I might be able to see panties on the line of the neighbor. That possibility had me excited all through supper. When I’d seen the panties on the line the first time I had no idea they belonged to the neighbor. Now that I knew what she looked like it would be special if there were any on the line. I had my fingers crossed.

Pulling up to Marty’s I could see the clothes line but without panties. That didn’t make me all that happy but when Marty asked me to help load the sails into my station wagon I saw something a bit better than what I’d anticipated… the neighbor lady working in her garden. She was wearing a pair of short shorts and, peeking out from both leg openings was a bit of panty. If Marty didn’t see what I was looking at he had to have been blind… but the only thing he said was that it was getting late and we had to get going. As we did I was encouraged about future visits to his house. After that, the sailing was a bit anti-climatic. It was good to be back in a boat with two sails. Even though it had been a few years since I’d been in a Comet class sailboat, it didn’t take long for me to become comfortable. Marty let me skipper for a while and I was able to show him an old technique that had worked for me. All in all, it was good evening for both of us.

About the only thing ‘hanging’ for me at work was in wondering just how the Board had reacted to the report Morris had prepared for them. The temptation for me was to ‘press’ Hobie on it but I was able to throttle my anxiousness. However, it was hard. The next thing on my agenda was the meeting that night at the garage and I didn’t know just why . One of the things that had been on both Elle’s and my mind was her period. She’d always had long ones and, from time to time, they’d be late. The last thing either of us wanted was for it to interfere with our Bermuda trip. When I walked in the door I saw Elle was really upbeat. I can say, pretty much without doubt, that this was one of the very few times she was happy to have her period. It was ten days until we were on our way and even with her worst experiences it had never lasted ten days. I was probably as happy as she was.

The meeting at the garage was to tell the guys that Cliffy had persuaded “Fairlane John” to come up with some money to allow us to go to the National Championships in October. That, and to plead with us to try to come up with enough money for us to finish out the season. There were only three more nights of racing that made up the regular season. I was going to miss the last night because I’d still be in Bermuda. I’d not shared the news about the profit I’d made on my stock because I didn’t want the rest of the guys to just look at me and think I’d make up any shortfall we had. Five of the six of us that made up the ownership team were married and had a total of 14 kids and Cliffy had one on the way. Things were tight for all of them and I was determined not to give in. In the back of my mind was that, if necessary, I’d come up with some money for the championship weekend. Now, with “Fairlane John” in the picture I was weakening.

To be continued…

THA HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163k)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163k)

In spite of my pledge to Morris not to say anything about his revelation to me I just couldn’t help it. On top of that I’d also tried not to talk about work at home. However, once the kids were finished and had been excused from the table I asked Elle to sit down and listen to what I had to say. I knew, for a fact, that she’d not say anything to anybody and it was a chance for me to verbally express my frustration about some of the idiots who were overseeing the running of the bank. The observations made by Morris were basically the same as mine. Of course I didn’t have the demographics that he did but the results of the opening sure bore him out. By the time the phone rang I’d pretty much gotten to the point of being redundant so as I got up to answer it I thanked Elle for listening. It was Alan, one of the co-owners of the racecar. From time to time he’d ask for a ride to the shop but on this night it was to tell me they weren’t going as we’d done everything to get the car ready the previous week but hadn’t raced due to the rain. He did say we were going to meet up Friday night. I asked him why since the car was totally ready to race. He didn’t know but said Cliffy wanted us there. I thought I’d now have a free night since Elle was part of the ladies group taking racing lessons at the sailing club. Before I could grasp that thought the phone rang again.

It was Rex, a racer who was also the unofficial property manager for the club. He was supposed to be one of the instructors that night but there was some sort of family medical emergency and wanted to know if I’d fill in for him. It would’ve been hard to say “No…” because I actually owed him a bunch of favors. The news, when I told Elle, made her happy. I asked why and she just smiled. I asked who else was part of the group. I’d gone one night but couldn’t remember the faces of most of them. I knew that Bobbi the girl who had crewed for me when I still had the Comet class boat and had been hired to oversee the junior sailing program would be there. That was an incentive to go, especially now that she was almost fully mature.

When we got to the club I was informed that no one had a key to the clubhouse. Rex always had a key and Bobbi did too as she opened the building each morning. But neither of them were there which presented me with a major problem. The topic I was planning on going over was the rules for the start of races. The only way I felt I could make my points was to have use of the portable blackboard. I quickly found out that the range of knowledge of the women who were there went from almost nothing on up to Elle who was capable of racing with the men. The lack of a blackboard was going to make it extremely difficult. However, I did make an effort. Including Elle, I think there were six women in all. It seems you can always count on at least one person to make things ‘interesting’ when you’re trying to accomplish something. This one woman seemed bound and determined to make the season an ordeal. She was upset that there was no access to the clubhouse and from there just seemed to want to challenge anything I had to say. In place of the blackboard I’d decided to use the sand to draw my illustrations. I knew from the start that it would be difficult for some to see but pressed on. That woman started complaining as soon as I drew the first one. That seemed to set a few of the others off and then I started to hear complaints about not being able to get in the building. As I was standing on the beach and the women were on the porch I was looking up at them and could see this one was holding her crotch. With the mounting discontent I decided to cancel the lesson as I didn’t need the aggravation. I tried to focus on the lady in distress but she had disappeared from my view as the others disbursed. Hindsight is almost always 20/20 and I realized that without access to the clubhouse I never should’ve started. A legitimate complaint was that the phone and first aid kit were located inside the building and if we’d needed either we couldn’t have gotten to them.

When I had a chance I asked Elle about the woman who was the complainer and she, without hesitation, spit out the words “Pain in the ass!”. It was quickly followed by something like “It serves her right that she wet herself”. That really got my attention because it meant that Elle had either seen her do it or had witnessed the result. It was a bit of a shock to hear Elle talk that way and I wanted to take advantage of it. I asked if she saw her doing it and I’d have to describe the look on her face as being a wicked smile. Her answer was that most of the women watched as she ran down the stairs “leaving a trail”. As base as it sounds I had to go over and look for myself. On the way home Elle described the issue she (and other mothers) had with the woman and as she did I recognized her as the one who had disrupted the junior sailing program the year before when she refused to take her turn as a chaperone.


I’d been upset about having given up a free night and was still in that mood when we turned in our driveway. There was still plenty of daylight so we allowed the kids to open the playhouse and get their things out. Elle had gone over to check on the small vegetable garden she’d planted and after getting the station wagon in the garage I heard her call me over to where she was. Elle had planted some corn to be able to illustrate to the kids just how it grew, stage by stage, and she was standing behind the row. As I made my way I could see she had her legs spread. I heard a muffled “Hurry up!” and before I reached her could see a spot of discoloration in her crotch. My hand went right to it but she told me to wait. I do remember looking over my shoulder to where the kids were. It was obvious she had to go as she was sort of dancing while standing in place. She told me to wait and she’d go for me in the house. We started heading down the path to the patio and all I could do was hope she’d make it. I really wanted to feel the warm wetness coming through her panties. I’d noticed that she’d chosen to wear only one pair of nylon panties expecting that she’d get wet from the water from the bay while sailing. I got the idea for a picture and as she was sort of shuffling her feet as she made her way towards the house I jogged on ahead to get the camera. As soon as got in the house she went right for the shower stall. I had the camera in hand and before she could say anything I asked if she’d drop her shorts. I got the ‘look’ but didn’t hear the word “No…”. The next thing I knew she’d lifted her left leg and had started to pee. Usually when rushed I’d screw up but not this time. I got a picture and put the camera down into the sink and then got my hand up to her crotch. The the sensuous feel of the nylon satin that the panties were made of gave me a massive bulge. I grabbed her hands and pulled her out and into the room. I was still backing up and when the back of my legs felt the toilet I sat down trying to get her to straddle me. She, because the kids were out back, didn’t want to but I wouldn’t let her up telling her to close the door. Let’s just say it didn’t last for long but we both enjoyed it while it lasted. :-)
         

Letting it go...

 To be continued…

Time out for CHRISTMAS...

Time out for CHRISTMAS...

Here's hoping that all of you who have been following this through the year(s) have a Happy Holiday season and are able to spend time with your respective families. We (Elle and I) will have our middle daughter with us for Christmas. Next week one of our granddaughters with be staying with us for a few days so my time at the computer will be somewhat limited. If I can I'll make an attempt to get something posted. 

THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163j)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163j)

To a true sailor, rain is just part of the experience… annoying, but not a ’deal breaker’. On the other hand, lack of wind is. On this Sunday we had both. The end result was being very wet, very annoyed and unsatisfied. About the only thing I accomplished was to cement my growing friendship with Marty. Racing the Comet class sailboat had been a new experience, even for someone who’d been racing most of his adult life. The difference was most of his experience was in bigger boats or in much smaller ones with only one sail. He asked if I could spend and evening sailing with him to go over some of the salient points about the Comet. I’d secretly wished that he’d invite me back on the day he’d first brought the boat to the club so it was an easy decision. Weather (wind) permitting, we’d meet at the club on Thursday evening around 6:30pm. I was anxious to get back in a boat with two sails (Sunfish only had one).

At home Elle was making fun of me for having attempted to race telling me how nice and comfortable she’d been all afternoon. Thankfully, being August, the temperature had been somewhat moderate so I wasn’t shaking cold when I arrived. After showering I headed for my recliner to relax before supper. It was then that my mind went back to the incident next door. I’d managed to get to attic to put the new to me panties in my ’stash’ but I began to wonder just what had taken place in the house that a girl/woman would leave her underwear behind like that. Actually, it was like a game to me trying to come up with various scenarios. About the best I came up with was that they’d seen the flashing lights, panicked with the girl just grabbing her shorts and blouse and the guy his pants and got out as fast as they could.I knew I’d never know the answer or who they were but I was also pretty sure  they wouldn’t be back.

With the full Board meeting coming on Wednesday Trish had her hands full exposing Joanie to all the parts and pieces for preparing for it. Other than fretting about not having heard from Morris, I had an easy two days. Not worrying about what Jerry was up to made my life a lot easier, for sure. Bret had picked up the slack and I didn’t want to pester him with ‘blow by blow’ details of what was going on there. It was late Tuesday afternoon when my phone rang. Usually Trish would take the call to screen it and, if appropriate, pass it on to me by pushing a buzzer that came with the new phone system. But, Trish was now working out of the desk in front of Bret’s and as I looked up I saw Joanie was with her. I decided to take the call without it being screened and knew immediately it was Morris. A prayer answered.

He sounded agitated and as soon as he started he warned me, again, not to let anyone know he’d spoken to me about the branch report to the Board. He reminded me that it was the Board who was paying him and that the information, critical, was proprietary to them. I assured him that I understood and wouldn’t share the information. He said his written report would be delivered by messenger the following morning. He then hesitated for a few seconds and finally I heard him mumble something like “They should just close the damn thing down and start over.” I barely heard what he said but was reluctant to say anything for fear of getting him more upset. I remember him taking a few more seconds before he told me I’d only be getting the “overview”. That was all I wanted so continued to keep my mouth shut.

The gist of his comments were that the location that the Board had chosen probably wouldn’t be a viable site for a free standing branch for at least three years and probably five. The demographics showed that there weren’t housing developments even in the planning stages that would support a branch like we had. To exacerbate the situation there was no clearly defined media (radio or newspapers) for that area and we’d be spending a ton of money advertising our services and products to a population that wouldn’t care. He added that the point that had been made to him about the branch being close to a regional mall should never have been considered. The mall would be a destination and no one would be stopping at the branch to get money to shop there. At this point I had some questions for him but, like before, didn’t want to upset him. I pretty much thought he’d finished but he did add a couple of ‘asides’. He said that in the years he’d been doing this type of work and of all the branches he’d seen either in person or on paper none looked like the one we had. He had a name for it and I honestly don’t remember what it was but it wasn’t complimentary. He closed by making a comment about Jerry that was also uncomplimentary. I have to admit I was smiling when I hung up. The hard part was in knowing I’d not be able to discuss the information with anyone.

The full Board of Trustees met monthly on the third Wednesday at 3pm. If any subcommittee were to meet the meeting would usually start around 2:30pm. However, I knew something was up when I saw almost all of the members of the branch committee there at 2pm. I remembered that Morris had said his report would be at the bank in the morning so I wondered if the early arrivals were to go over the report. If it was then they weren’t wasting any time to address it. The only question in my mind was would they do anything with it. My only hope was to go ‘fishing’ for information with Hobie after the Board meeting. Joanie was a nervous wreck trying to get all the materials for the Board meeting together. I observed Trish letting Joanie struggle a bit and not jumping back in to do it for her. It was the proper approach and I was proud of her for it.

I was going to wait for the meeting to end before going home knowing the Mike, the messenger/custodian, would leave at 5:30pm. But when I told him I’d stay to let the members out he told me Hobie had instructed him to stay to do it. To me, it was a ‘message’ to go home… and I took it. The last thing I wanted to do was upset any of the Trustees and, knowing I was on something like probation because of run ins with Jerry, I left. Thinking about what Morris had shared with me on the drive home had made my day, regardless if anything ever came of it. But, it was definitely going to be hard keeping it to myself.

To be continued…

THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163i)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163i)

With the kids still at Elle’s parents I had hopes for some ‘fun’ when we got home but the best I could get was a “maybe in the morning”. Lying in bed I couldn’t help but think of the panty peek I’d gotten and, if the friendship with Marty and Janie grew, the opportunity for more… or at least some clothesline panty viewing. When Elle got up for her 4am visit to the bathroom she saw flashing red lights out on the road. She couldn’t tell what was going on so came and got me up. It was something happening at the empty house next door so I put on pants and headed that way. There were two police cars. One was still in the road out front of the house and the other at the foot of the driveway. I knew a few of the local cops and saw my neighbor John’s brother so asked him what had happened. All he’d tell me was the other cop had been driving by and thought he saw some light from inside the house. Knowing it was empty and for sale he called for a back-up. They had just done a check around the house and hadn’t found anything suspicious. I didn’t like the thought of someone prowling right next door and decided not to tell Elle. I knew she’d freak out and come up with some wild ideas. Back in our house I just told her that the police would periodically check on empty houses. She was sleepy and didn’t ‘push’ me on the subject. However, the thought of activity of that nature so close to our house didn’t let me sleep all that well.


 The thought was still on my mind when daylight finally came. By then I was in no mood for ‘amour’ so got up and ready for church. The rain had turned to more of a drizzle which was better than what it had been but if it kept up would make for an uncomfortable afternoon of sailing. I hadn’t heard anything from Andy, the real estate guy I’d put Donald, the owner, in touch with. I had to pass his office on my way home from church and saw he was open. I stopped to see if anything was happening with the property. Elle and I’d seen one couple there but without Andy. He laughed and said the owner was out of his mind and asking way too much money. Something was bothering me about what Ed, the cop, had told me. He said that they done an exterior inspection and that was it. I remembered back to when “Big B” and I’d been working on his race car and had seen some light from what was supposed to have been an empty house. We’d found evidence that somebody had been in there when we inspected the interior. So, I asked Andy if I could take a look at the house but didn't tell him the real reason. He said I could and pulled a set of keys off the peg board behind his desk. I told him I’d return them around noon when I would be on my way to the sailing club. He laughed again and said there was no rush to return them.


Back at home Elle had decided she wasn’t going to race that day what with the rain and the fact there didn’t appear to be much wind. I teased her about it saying she was a ‘wimp’, that true sailors raced in all kinds of weather. I remember her saying something along the lines of “you can be stupid if you want…” as she headed out to pick the girls up from her mother. The timing couldn’t have been better because it gave me the chance to slip next door and do a walk through the house without having to explain to Elle. The key was for the front door. I felt funny because it was maybe only the second or third time I’d entered that way. There were a few pieces of furniture in the living room and I couldn’t figure out where they’d come from. There was a table and a few chairs in the kitchen and that was it for the first floor. Upstairs was a different story as there were a couple of single beds located in one room and a double in another but that was all. There were no sheets or other linens on the beds but from the doorway I could see something on the floor on the other side of the double bed. It turned out to be a small canvas like bag and some clothes next to it. I approached not having any idea what might be in it and as I turned the corner of the bed I could see the neck of a bottle sticking out. I started to pull it out and laughed as I read the label… “Thunderbird”… a cheap wine that had been popular back when I was a teen. Standing there it was obvious that the cop had seen something but hadn’t followed through on it. I kicked at the clothes next to the bag and saw a shirt and a couple of white pieces of material. Being cloudy outside and with no real light I couldn’t tell what they were at first. A second kick at the pile and I recognized one of the pieces as being a bra. With that discovery I bent over to pick up the other piece. Just as I was about to unroll it to inspect it the thought came to me that I might be messing with evidence if it ever came to making an arrest. I definitely remember holding the panties and staring at them, a pair of what appeared to be pink cotton panties. In spite of that thought it didn’t take long for me to decide to take the clothes and bag. At the bottom of the stairs I started to wonder how whoever it was had gotten in and looked into the living room again. The Northwest corner was very dark and the reason was the shrubbery had become overgrown and covered one of the windows in that area. I thought about how I’d tried to help Celia, the lady who lived there when we bought our house, clear some of it away but hadn’t ever finished the job. I knew the cops had said they’d checked the house and hadn’t found anything amiss but then began to wonder just how much effort they’d put into it. I walked over to the window and could see the locking latch wasn’t in the locked position. I also noted that I couldn’t see much of my house from where I was standing.  If someone had been in the house and unlocked it before leaving and then come back they would’ve had relatively easy access. Being dark and with the overgrown shrubs it would’ve been almost impossible to have seen them at night.


There were a lot of thoughts going through my head about that time. I knew the proper thing to do was to call Andy, the real estate agent, and tell him what I’d found but was hesitant to do so. I can’t give a valid reason why but what I did do was to latch the window and then check all the other ones on the first floor. Now, a bit into the ’mystery’ of the situation I decided to check out all the rooms to see if anything else had been left behind. Since there wasn’t much there it was fairly easy. It appeared the only room that had been used was the one bedroom. A check of the kitchen didn’t turn up anything at all. The refrigerator, still running, was empty and there wasn’t any food in the pantry. By the time I was ready to leave I was satisfied there wasn’t much to worry about.


I took the bag and the clothes and headed for home. Thankfully, Elle wasn’t back with the kids which gave me a few minutes to look into the bag. Of, course, the first “look’ went to the panties. I knew they were cotton from when I’d picked them up but I was truly disappointed when I found no identifying label with only a small tag on the waist elastic that read “36”, the waist size. There was minimal staining and a whiff of the crotch didn’t put forth anything interesting. The bra was well worn and the writing on the label had disintegrated. The shirt was definitely for a male. The only other thing worth anything in the bag was a small flashlight. I stood in the garage and questioned myself if all the effort had been worth it.

Nothing special but I did add them to my "stash"...

To be continued...

THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163h)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163h)

Elle never complained about her wet pants and when we got home she willingly wet her panties for me before we headed for bed. The love making was definitely better when the kids weren’t there and it even carried over to the morning. It wasn’t raining but the first thing I did was to tune in the local radio station to get a weather report and it wasn’t good. The only hope for racing that night was that the track was some 45 miles to the West and there was always the chance the weather would be different there. The only planned chore I  was able to accomplish was to take the garbage to the landfill. By chance, I saw Alan there and he felt there was little chance we’d be racing but was headed for the garage anyway. Since I wouldn’t cut the lawns (mine and the church) when it was wet and that was the only ‘chore’ on my agenda I followed him. It wasn’t even 10am and Cliffy had already called the track and was told the races were called off for the night. I debated with myself about telling them about my conversation with Lynda and sponsorship but decided against it. I’d had time to think about what would have to take place for us to switch over to Chevrolet power and knew we didn’t have the money to do it. Hell, we didn’t really have to money to do the racing we were doing. However, there was only a month left for the racing season and time to think about going to the season ending Championship race in Pennsylvania in early October. Cliffy wanted to go over just what we’d have to do and how much money it would cost to make the attempt. He’d attempted it once before and been caught up in a wreck during a qualifying race. He still had the notes from that time and we used them as sort of a guide. Me, being the practical one, had serious reservations about doing it but Cliffy and Alan were the optimists and preached the old adage “where there’s a will, there’s a way”. I was only one part of a six part partnership so could only stand back to wait and see what developed.

The party at Marty and Janie’s was fairly boring… but yet somewhat interesting. We didn’t know most of the people who were there. We subsequently found out two couples were their new neighbors. From the sailing club it was just us along with Rex and his wife. Even though the little community their house was in was located right across the creek that separated where Elle’s and my parents lived I knew almost none of the history of it. Marty went on to explain that the man who developed it had bought the property right before WWII and because of the war couldn’t do anything with it until after it was over. Looking back on it now, he was definitely a ‘visionary’ because when he subdivided the lots he made it so that as many as possible would have access to the water (actually, the creek). That was why I’d found Marty and Janie’s plot so strange when I’d driven her there to check on her simmering pot earlier in the week. The owner/developer couldn’t change the way the land faced the water so he made these odd shaped lots to maximize the number that could be sold as ‘waterfront’. Marty told all his guests about it and most found it interesting. The first home had been built there 20 years earlier. The owner had established strict covenants and among them were that all houses were to be one story, painted white and the shutters (if they had them), blue. Another thing was that there were to be no fences. He told us the largest home was only a little over 1200 square feet as the idea behind them was that they were to be just Summer bungalows. Supposedly, the first one cost $8,000 and Marty volunteered he’d paid just under $25,000. That, to me, was an absolute shock. I’d paid $25,000 for a house with 2400 square feet and almost 3/4 of an acre of land. Marty, when asked, thought he had about 1/8 of an acre. I was getting a lesson on the value of waterfront (really, water accessible) property and it was for free.

Of the attendees there was only one female who I found to be ‘interesting’. She was wearing what could best be called a beach ‘cover-up’. It was white with a fair amount of lace and the part that really caught my attention was the slit up one side. A guess would be that it came to about an inch of where her panty leg elastic would ride on her hip. Initially, we all stood around with some sort of drink in our hands. I knew she would have to eventually sit and I wanted to make it my ‘project’ to be around when she did. Unfortunately, as often happens at theses type gatherings, the men congregated in the kitchen. It would’ve been too obvious to stay in what could loosely be called the living room along with the women so I tried to position myself in the doorway. They say patience is a virtue and for the most part, I didn’t have much. BUT… I had enough to get what I was hoping for.

When Marty and Janie bought the place it came fully furnished. Almost all of the furniture was wicker with cushions that could be interchanged. The woman found her seat to be somewhat uncomfortable and asked for another cushion to  put behind her. As she placed it she had to turn about halfway around and as she did the dress (or whatever it was) stayed put on the cushion. She sort of slid out into the room a bit and in so doing her panties were exposed all the way up to above her hip bone. She was oblivious as to the view she was giving off so I got an eyeful. White with lace around the leg opening I would have to classify them as being “Fancy Panties”.

After she got herself settled and the hem pulled down I turned my attention back to the kitchen conversation. As I remember it the subject was sailmaking which is what Marty did for a living. However, my goal was to find out something about the woman who’d made it worth while for me to have been there. Not wanting to be obvious I just interjected some general sailing questions toward the two men who were Marty’s neighbors. It took a little work but found out her name was Al… or Alex… or Dria… depending on who was talking to her. I won’t bore you with the detail on that but suffice it to say they lived in the house closest to Marty and Janie. That piece of information gave rise to the thought that the panties I’d seen on the washline on Wednesday might belong to her. Thinking about the weird property lines and not marked by fences it was a distinct possibility. I’d not had time to do a real ‘appraisal’ of the panties when I’d noticed them but by looking at the woman in the other room I could definitely see they might be hers.

The only other memory of that evening was when visiting the bathroom (there was only one) I spied a wicker hamper (what else?) and knew that before leaving for the evening that I’d do a ‘dive’ into it. For a while it looked like that might not happen but when Rex and his wife were saying their good byes I ducked into the room. I thought the downstairs bathroom in our house was small but it was second bathroom. This one was about the same size and it was the only one in the house. I used the toilet and flushed while reaching to pop the top of the hamper. Right there on top was a bra and pair of panties. Seeing them I figured Janie was the last to shower. I grabbed them and felt the material of the panties. It was cotton but a softer blend than the Carter’s that Elle wore. I remembered that the Lollipop cotton panties used the softer type and as I opened them up saw they were full briefs and had leg elastics, not the cotton band leg like the ones Barbara (and sometimes even Elle) wore. I’d seen leg elastics on the Lollipop cotton bikini’s but finding them on the full briefs was new to me. It was then that I remembered the panties on the line and they were definitely nylon. That made me think of Al… or Alex… or Dria, next door. Putting the panties back in the hamper I was proud of the ‘detective work I’d done.

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THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163g)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (part 163g)

In spite of the panty peek, what had my heart pounding was the idea of sponsorship for the race car. I was somewhat familiar with the car the dealership sponsored. At one point back when I was still driving it was one of the better cars but the driver retired and I lost track of how it performed. Sitting there I was trying to figure out a way to keep the discussion going. But I was at a loss as how to do it. Lynda then changed the subject to say Stan, her boss and my broker, was having a party at his house the last Sunday of the month and both I and Elle were invited. I knew his home was in a very prestigious area near the ocean. She said she wasn’t looking for an answer but Stan had wanted to get the invitation out for planning purposes. Not that my sailboat racing was all that important but the invitation was just another interruption in a very busy schedule. It was right before Elle and I were to leave for Bermuda but… I really did want to see Stan’s place. I told Lynda I’d have to talk it over with Elle and started to get up. As I did she reached somewhat behind her to get a folder with the material that Stan had picked out for me. What I saw had to have been planned as she, for all intents and purposes, spread her knees as far as her skirt would allow. It was a full crotch view… and not just for a split second as she sort of fiddled with the folder trying to pick it up. If she was looking for a reaction from me… she got it. She feigned embarrassment saying something like she should have gotten up to get the material but the look on her face was anything but that. I took the folder, stood up and thanked her. She stood up as well and when I put my hand on the doorknob she said something like “Don’t be a stranger…”

Out on the street I took about a dozen or so steps and stopped. I really didn’t know what to make of the whole experience. The talk about the race car was completely ‘out of the blue’ but I’d experienced the panty peeks before. I’d listened to some guys talking about having a woman come on to them but, truthfully, other than a few flirtacious female customers and a half hearted try by Jerena and by Gina at the bank I’d never been in a situation that just oozed sexuality like that. It wasn’t that I didn’t like what I’d seen but what bothered me was what were the consequences if it went on any further. I contemplated that thought all the way home.

I wasn’t sure how Elle was going to greet me what with my little tirade in the morning. I decided to make like it hadn’t happened and, for the most part, it worked as she was cordial. Supper was fairly quiet and once the kids got up to go play she asked me that if the races got rained out would I consider going to Marty and Janie’s. Talk about something coming from out of nowhere. It was only Thursday and who knew what the weather for the weekend would be. In a moment of weakness I said "sure" because I liked both of them. Under normal circumstances I might’ve asked her when had she taken up an interest in weather forecasting but I kept my mouth shut. My answer made a BIG difference in her attitude though.

 I had things I wanted to do in the yard but she intercepted me on my way out the door. It wasn’t like her to tell me things she did with her friends but she was hell bent in telling me about her day. The kids didn’t have sailing lessons on Thursdays and she’d decided to call Ginger. With the sailing lessons she’d pretty much lost contact with her and her kids who were good friends with our kids when school was in session. Ginger welcomed the call and invited her to bring the kids. But, she didn’t mention that her sister in law was there. This is the one who “Big B” and I’d found was having a tryst in her parents Summer home when we were building his race car. She’d married the guy and now was going through a divorce and Ginger had invited her to stay for a while so she’d have the company of someone her own age. I’d never been introduced to her and only seen her once when she and her father had come out to the house and told “B” to get his race car out of their garage. As Elle was telling me I was trying to remember what she looked like and it just wasn’t coming to me. In any case, Elle wasn’t expecting another adult and, with Ginger knowing of Elle’s ‘problem’ had decided it was OK to just wear dribble panties without a pair of sanitary panties over them. During the visit it came out that the sister-in-law would be moving to the area and would be applying for a teaching job at the high school. At that point I had to ask Elle what she thought of the woman because of some of the negative things “Big B” and told me about her. Elle smiled and sort of shrugged her shoulders. The smile was sort of weird and I commented on it. Then she did something she never did without me pleading with her (and sometimes bribing) to tell me something she knew I’d like.

Elle said the woman was wearing what she was sure were a pair of sanitary panties unlike anything she’d ever seen. I almost couldn’t believe that she was willingly telling me this. I had to ask how she knew and her answer really surprised me. “It was obvious” is what she said. Now I was intrigued. Still smiling, she described what we know as a VPL that "went half way up her backside”. My first reaction to that was concern that Elle might start to be aware of the VPL she often exhibited but there was nothing I could do about it if that’s what were to happen. However, the fact that she was willing to tell me about it was a bit of a revelation. I was hoping she’d go further and tell me if she knew why she was wearing the panties but she didn’t. I sort of stored the information for future reference should I get a chance to see her myself to check it out.

It started raining on the way home on Friday. The radio station I listened to was from the city and the forecast for the weekend wasn’t good. I decided to present the idea of the movie when I got home. I got the expected reaction and she immediately called her mother to watch the kids. She usually wanted more lead time but she hadn’t seen much of the kids the whole Summer so agreed. It would have to be the second showing which was OK by me. I missed the times where Elle and I would walk the docks behind the movie house when we went to the movies and we’d have time before the movie started. I was hoping it would bring back some memories for both of us and it did as we were late getting to our seats. The movie was a laugh riot. I remember laughing so hard that I had a ’stitch’ in my side. When it was over I stood up to leave and Elle grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down into my seat. I got the ‘message’ and knew what had happened. I looked at her with a big smile on my face and all she could do was to smile back. We were the last to get up to leave the theater and out in the light of the lobby I got a look at her backside. The wetness was half way up to her waist and I was immediately thinking of what Elle had told me earlier about Ginger’s sister-in-law. Staring at the wetness I couldn’t imagine a panty crotch that large… and wondered if I’d ever get to see it.

To be continued…

THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163f)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163f)

Janie had been right. She’d left a pot of clam chowder on the stove to simmer. I knew my father would do the same thing and his reasoning was that the simmering drew the flavor of the clams out. She was more than willing to talk now that the situation with the stove was over. In the few minutes it took to get back to the club I learned that she had two kids… a girl who was a pre teen and a boy who was eight, daughter Anne’s age. As we pulled into the parking lot she told me they hadn’t yet sold their other house but they knew if they didn’t buy the house we’d just left it would be gone before they did. Their kids had been enrolled in Summer programs in that area and were still involved for another week. They’d be attending the local school and she wanted to know  something about it. I told her to look up Elle after the racing lessons and she’d help her out. I’d liked Marty right from the time I’d met him and was thinking that maybe this would work out to be another good new friendship.

It was just nuisance work on the race car. The rim for the tire that had been blown out on Saturday night was bent and couldn’t be fixed. The concern was we only had two spares and that definitely wasn’t enough. My old friend, Jay, from back when I worked in data processing for the County, had the equipment to make the wide ones we used. I hadn’t talked with him about it but offered up to the guys that I could find out if he could help us out. When we packed up to go home it was decided that Joe and Alan would help Cliffy load the car on the hauler on Saturday so there was no need to come on Friday night. That was a pleasant surprise. My immediate thought was to do something with Elle like go to the movies. I knew if I made the suggestion I’d have a better than 50/50 chance of doing it rather than have Elle decide what to do. I’d wanted to see The Odd Couple because I was a fan of Jack Lemmon and this was about the last chance to see it. All I could do was to hope I could ‘sell’ it to Elle.

We both got up at the same time the next morning. I wanted to tell Elle about my idea for the movie first thing but she had something to tell me… that she’d met Janie at the sailing club and really liked her… and that we’d been invited to her house on Saturday night. Upon hearing that I ‘lost it’, and don’t remember what I said but it wasn’t good. I know I threw in the fact that Saturday nights were my race nights and I was going to the races… period, end of sentence. I don’t remember us saying anything after that. It was definitely not a good way to start the day… but it did get better.

A pleasant surprise at work was to see Joanie sitting at Trish’s desk. I walked up and asked if she was there “for real?”. I got a big smile as an answer. Seeing her there reminded me that I’d wanted to ask Laura about Joanie’s supposed boy friend. At my desk I wrote one word on a piece of paper… Laura. However, it took until late afternoon before I could see her with Joanie not in sight. As soon as I mentioned Freddie’s name she made a face. It took a little persuasion to get her to put the look on her face into words. Briefly, she admitted she didn’t like him and thought he was “creepy”. When I asked her if she’d discussed the way she felt about him with her she just shrugged her shoulders. Knowing her, as I’d come to, it was to be expected. She’d grown up a lot since she was hired but was far still pretty much a work in progress when it came to being assertive. I closed the conversation by telling her to keep a close watch on the situation (dating) and if she thought it didn’t seem quite right to let me know. She gave me half a smile as she stood up. Then she told me that a she had a boyfriend too. The irony of it made me smile.

Trish spent most of the day showing Joanie the basics of her job. Bret had collected the data from the branch and when he gave it to me I asked how dealing with Jerry had gone. He laughed and said he’d only talked with Betsy. I remember riding with him and called him a “chicken’ for avoiding Jerry. He didn’t think that was funny. Just before the doors were closed for the day in walked Lynda. It was the first time I’d ever seen her in the bank. She didn’t come in to see me but went right to the teller line. In one way I was glad because Trish had sort of teased me when she’d called a couple of times. But, then I wondered if Trish even knew what Lynda looked like. On the phone she had a very sexy voice and, when I thought about it for a few seconds, decided I could go down the teller line and say “Hi” to her without the threat of a verbal ‘jab’ from Trish. When I walked up to the window she was at she barely looked up at me but I did hear her say something like “I’ve missed you…”. The most fortunate thing about that was that we were at Letitia’s window. I was sure the innuendo and meaning of what Lynda said were way over her head. With nothing ‘pressing’ for the rest of the afternoon I responded by asking how late she was staying at the brokerage. She held up one hand with her fingers spread. I didn’t say anything more but just nodded as she headed for the door.

I had no preconceived notion in mind as I headed for the brokerage office. After the recent success with a stock purchase and the reinvestment of the money I’d been following the stocks in my trust a lot more closely. I’d intended on visiting the office at least once a week because Stan, my broker, would put aside some things for me to read. I hadn’t been over there in over a week so that was the reason… at least that was what I was telling myself. The office door was locked and after a knock Lynda appeared and opened it. She started talking almost before the door was closed. I’d casually mentioned that I was involved with a race car and she, in turn told me her father-in law’s auto dealership sponsored a car. What she was saying was completely out of the blue and I didn’t quite follow it at first. She wanted to know about the car… where we raced… top of motor and more. I tried to slow her down a bit but she pretty much ignored me. I hadn’t planned on staying long, wanting to be home by 6pm but this was worth being late for.

She'd gone into her work area but was standing while she rattled off her questions. Finally, she sat down and smiled when she said "Well... ? I started to answer but when she sat back in her chair I got a quick view of what I call the 'magic triangle'... that little white thing I could sometimes see up the skirt of some females wearing a mini skirt. Seeing it, I stopped talking for a few seconds. That made her smile... a lot and she leaned forward to pull a chair that had been pushed aside over to invite me to sit. When she leaned forward her knees, which had been together, spread and the 'magic triangle' widened. But she pushed on for me to answer the questions about the race car.

The reason for her interest was that her husband who worked at the dealership was not happy with the car they were sponsoring. She was hoping we were using a Chevy motor. I didn't know what to say or do. It seemed to be an off hand sponsorship offer and something we desperately needed. When I told her were running a Ford motor she put her hands up and said something like "Oh well... I tried." I had no idea what the sponsorship covered so there really wasn't much I could say. She was obviously trying to help me but we had to be running a Chevy to be considered.

To be continued...

THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163e)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163e)

Sunday was pretty much run of the mill… church, sailing club, hot dogs and hamburgers cooked on the hibachi in the back yard at home. I think this was the day Elle won her second race but even if I was off by a week it did create a bit of a ’stir’. She wanted to start racing against the guys and when she approached the racing chairman he told her she’d have to wait for another year. I stepped in and reminded her that if he let her do it they guys would resent her and give her a hard time and the women, of whom most were friends, would be mad at her for abandoning them. There was a race at another sailing club on Labor Day weekend and I told her that we could both go. It was an ‘open’ regatta with everyone lumped in together, men, women and juniors. It was enough to calm her down for a bit.

The girl/woman that was to replace Joanie in J J’s area was waiting at the back door when I arrived at the bank. She was obviously excited, almost bouncing on the balls of her feet as I approached her. She reminded me she wanted to go by the name of Bea and promised that she would stay with the bank for a while. It was Trish who’d told me that she’d left to have a baby when she’d been there before. I’d seen her original job application and she wasn’t married then and, according to the current one, that status hadn’t changed. I was tempted to ask who was looking after the child but, since she hadn’t brought the subject up I kept my mouth shut. Trish had already had her fill out all the necessary forms so there wasn’t anything more except to wish her luck… and hope J J would release Joanie fairly quickly. As Bea walked away I was able to get a fair look at her backside. A little bit on the ‘chunky’ side it was more than offset by her ‘frontside’. Bret had commented when she’d been in for her interview with J J that he thought she’d “filled” out a bit… in all areas”.

I’d told Bret to call Betsy at the branch and get the activity for the week. I’d been doing it on a daily basis but with the turmoil of the previous week I’d not kept up with it. The use of the word “activity” was a bit of a misnomer because on one of the days I had called they didn’t do even one monetary transaction. Never far from my thoughts was the upcoming report due from Morris who was now a ‘consultant’ to the Board. I was planning to update him on the lack of activity hoping that he’d give me a hint or two in what he was going to tell the Trustees. I didn’t know him all that well but the lasting impression I had was that he was a ‘maverick’ and wouldn’t hold back… or at least that was my hope.

It was a real surprise to get a phone call from J J to tell me Be a looked like she would work out. She’d only been there for a little more than half a day so I had to ask why such a favorable judgement so soon. I think I heard him give off a bit of a laugh as he told me he’d had a “parade” of people come to his door to tell him how good she was when she’d worked there before. That gave me some hope we’d see Joanie downstairs by the end of the week. J J hung up with one last comment…”but she isn’t as pretty as Joanie…”. A ladies man to the end!

August was traditionally the slowest month of the year for lobby traffic. That worked out well as far as staffing and vacations were concerned. It also gave the savings area a chance to get caught up on some things that had been put aside because it was one year ago that the decision was made to put all our deposit accounts in the hands of a service bureau. All our focus had been on preparing for that event happening and when the bank was audited by both the Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation (FDIC) and the state banking department they agreed to overlook some of the minor items of concern provided they were addressed by the next examination. The auditors from each organization had taken some of the burden off me and the staff by sharing information because of the circumstances at the time. But, we were warned that the next time they were in we would be faced with what they called a “tight” audit. With me unofficially not overseeing Jerry for the next two months it gave me the freedom to, hopefully, get everything in line and ready for the examinations. Another positive thing, as far as my being ‘removed’ from daily contact with Jerry was that it was only two weeks until Elle’s and my trip to Bermuda… and I could really use the time off.

I got up the nerve to contact Morris on Wednesday. I got the impression that he was annoyed by my call but he did get on the line with me. I took the approach I’d previously mentioned… up dating the so called activity at the branch. When I gave him the numbers he kind of mumbled something that, to my ears, sounded like “They should just close the damn thing and start over.” I asked him to repeat what he’d just said but he wouldn’t. The only positive thing I took away from the call was that he expected to have the report to the Trustees for their next meeting which was a week away. I held my tongue and didn’t remind him that he’d told me he’d let me know (verbally) the basic content of the report and as I put the receiver back I just hoped he remembered.

Another benefit of not having to worry about Jerry was that I was able to get home early enough to be able to eat with the kids. Wednesday night was bit of a hassle as it was ladies night for racing lessons at the sailing club and a work night on the race car. Elle didn’t like taking the kids because the older two had been at sailing lessons earlier in the day. In an “Oh… by the way…” moment she told me that there was something broken on the boat she usually sailed. I asked what had happened and there was nothing but silence for an answer. Only because I was knew it was useless to pursue the matter said I’d stop by the sailing club on my way to the garage. When I got there I was happy to see a number of women already there. One of them was Janie, the lady I’d met when rescuing some of the Sunfish back during the big storm. I’d seen her crewing for her husband in their Comet class sailboat the previous two Sundays but had no idea that she’d was sailing with the other ladies on Wednesday nights. Rex had agreed to loan her his boat and was showing her how to rig the sails. To do it she had to bend over to fleet the halyard (the line used to hoist the sail) through a small pulley on the deck of the boat. VPL and panty peek at the same time… a real rarity. I had to get to Elle’s boat to fix it before she arrived so had to leave a very favorable viewing point. 

The ‘fix’ to the boat was simple and just as I was about to leave Janie walked up to me and asked if I could do her a big favor. I hardly knew the woman and here she was asking me for a favor. Elle wasn’t there yet so I decided I’d ask what it was. She wanted me to drive her home. She said she’d been dropped off by her husband and he couldn’t be reached. She was sure she’d left something simmering on her stove. I knew approximately where she lived and felt we could get there and back in less than fifteen minutes so pointed her towards my car. She wasn’t in a talkative mood, worried about the stove. I just drove the car and at the house I got my reward. Their property was pie shaped and as I sat in the car while she ran inside I could see three pair of panties on their clothes line. I knew, for sure, I’d be back to visit them again.

To be continued…

THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163d)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163d)

The almost one hour ride to the track was the longest amount of time I’d spent alone with Bret since starting at the bank. However, we’d shared a lot of things in brief chats after work, mostly family and background history. Even with that, I’d been left with a number of questions. In high school he’d been a star athlete including being the football quarterback for two years, captain of the basketball team and best hitter on the baseball team. With all that going for him I had a hard time accepting his reticence in taking an initiative with his work at the bank. He’d recently stepped up a bit which pleased me to no end. I’d quizzed Trish a few times as she’d been a classmate of his but she was reluctant to talk about him behind his back. About the only thing she told me, and with a smile, was that he was definitely not a student. Sports was everything to him. He’d told me he’d gone to a Junior college for two years but not much else. I’d reviewed his application to the bank and there was not much to glean from it. He’d graduated with an associates degree in business and worked very briefly at the local bank where his father was manager. So, I decided to do some probing.

Knowing his penchant for sports and his participation in high school I wanted to know if he’d competed in college and to what degree. Reluctant at first, I had to push him for details. He admitted he’d expected to get to play right away. But, as a freshman he was third on the chart for quarterback. The coach wanted to make him a lineman because of his size but Bret told me he didn’t want to have to learn a whole different style of play so ended up not playing at all while he was there. In basketball, he said he wasn’t expecting the quality of players they had. He made the team but didn’t get to play all that much. In baseball, it was pretty much the same thing… made the team but didn’t play. He said it was pretty depressing and for his second year didn’t even bother to try out. From the way he described the situation I could sense it was a big let down for him after being the ‘hero’ in high school. I’d witnessed the same thing in one of my freshman roommates in college... from ’hero’ to part of the “great unwashed’. My roommate didn’t come back for his sophomore year and in my senior year I heard from a guy from his home town that he’d ended up working as a short order cook in a diner. At least Bret finished his two years and had made an attempt at using his degree.

In any case, I wanted to take advantage of the privacy we had to delve into the ‘Jerry situation’. After the meeting with Trish and Bret to let them know my status concerning Jerry I’d expected him to press me for details. Since he was my assistant and would be the one to go to the branch during my time in ’purgatory’ when it came to dealing with Jerry I wanted him to know all the details. The main thing I wanted to get across was for him to document each and every time he had to deal with him, on the phone or at the branch. There were two reasons… to protect him and to have a full record of just what a ‘clown’ Jerry was. I would’ve liked a more positive response from him but, in the end I felt he got the idea. By then we were almost to the track.

I changed the subject and got him to talk about C J and how he became such a fan of his. I knew that there were three of his high school classmates that had become racers but I also knew C J was younger than they were. It was somewhat funny because when he (Bret) was playing football, he was C J’s favorite player. Then, later on the roles reversed. I took the opportunity to ask about C J’s girlfriend, Karen. Even though I was driving I was looking at Bret when I asked the question. I saw him raise his eyebrows and I’m sure that if I could’ve seen his eyes they would’ve been rolling. I remember him taking a few seconds before saying anything and I saw him turn to look at me when he did.

I’d casually asked him about her in the past and that’s where I got the information that she was from Poland and was a distant cousin. His first words were along the lines of complimenting her on her looks… and I already knew she was good looking. I was going to say something but before I could he started ‘editorializing’ about the situation at C J’s house. He was fairly blunt about his feelings and how he couldn’t understand how C J’s parents would let him date a cousin and have her living in the same house. Now, you do have to realize that even though this was in the late 60’s we were living in a very rural, conservative area and the hippie movement hadn’t been embraced by most of the people who lived there. Be that as it may, Bret was eager to get past Karen and into the racing stuff.

At the track, I introduced him to the guys on the crew. Cliffy had moved on from the ’snit’ he was in on Friday night and welcomed Bret. He’d seen him around at the other track so he wasn’t a total stranger. But, Bret wanted to get over to see C J and the guys who worked on his car so that was pretty much the last I saw of him until the feature race. We sat together in the pit grandstands and I asked what he thought of this race track as compared to the other one. He was duly impressed at the quality of the racers and said he’d find a way to come back more often. As far as the racing went, C J started in the back, as usual, and Cliffy in the middle. It was a bit discouraging though, to see C J pass Cliffy before the race was half way over. I don’t really remember where C J finished as I was preoccupied by the fact that one of the ‘back-packers' had run into us and blown one of our tires. We ended up in the infield.

Bret spent all his time after the races were over down at C J’s pit. When our race car left I had to go find him. The good thing about that was I got to see Karen… and, as usual, she was wearing her white pants. Even though I’d seen a VPL on her any number of times it still gave me pleasure to see it again. The portable lights that they had in their pit area made the crotch line perfectly clear. On our drive back home Bret made a comment on how he’d observed me “leering” at Karens’s backside. If we’d been in daylight Bret would’ve seen my face turn red. However, the observation did trigger a conversation on the pending move of Joanie from upstairs to our area. Bret mentioned that she now had a boyfriend and he wasn’t too thrilled with who it was. He was a barber in the shop right across the street and, according to Bret, hung around with “the wrong people”. I hated hearing that because Joanie was not very ’street smart’ and this was her first boyfriend. I made a mental note to talk with Laura who was still living with Joanie and her parents hoping to find out more about the guy and their relationship.

To be continued…

THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163c)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163c)

One thing about a split seam… it very often doesn’t give you much of a peek… and it didn’t. I was able to discern her panties were, indeed, white but it was for only a quick second or two. But, the ‘prize’, at least for me, was watching Eloise go to her sister to see if she was OK. Ellen had quickly rolled over onto her side. Eloise went to her and bent over her asking if anything was broken. In that position I got the first of my wishes… a VPL plus. The plus was a panty peek where, when bending over, her panties peeked out from the leg openings of her shorts. The VPL was a bit of a disappointment in that the crotch line wasn’t all that big but at least I’d gotten one. Her panties were also white and I thought I saw the line of her waist elastic pressing through the material of her shorts indicating she was wearing bikinis, a bit of a disappointment.

Ed was familiar with the picnic grounds because he’d work for the aerospace company that owned it and he’d participated in any number of company picnics there. So, he knew where the first aid station was located. He walked Ellen over to it leaving Eloise with Elle, the kids and I. Elle generated a conversation to find out she was 25 years old and without a job. A secretarial school graduate, she’d been working for a temporary placement agency near the city. She had to use public transportation and in some cases couldn’t easily get to her assignment and had gotten frustrated. Ellen offered to let her spend a few weeks with her and her family to “clear her head’ and to see if she could land a full time job. Hearing that my ears perked up. I didn’t have any openings but, depending on how long she stayed with her sister, there was always a chance. However, there was something she said that did concern me. She’d only been with Ed and Ellen for a few days and she said something like she wasn’t really sure if she was cut out to be country girl… there really wasn’t anything to do. That notwithstanding, I continued to look at her as a potential hire. None of the women doing secretarial work in the bank had had any formal training. Trish and Lena were self taught… and were very good but all the others had only been exposed to the basics while in high school. I had high hopes that Joanie would be a quick learner but that’s all it was… hope.

Ellen returned with her hand bandaged and when she did we headed for the food lines. The kids had been especially good. They wanted to get on the rides but we told them they had to wait until we ate. But that had been delayed while Ellen’s wound was being treated. To be truthful, I’d not thought about Elle and what she’d chosen for panties because of all the things I had to get done before we headed for the picnic. When I finally did we were in the food line and quietly asked what she’d chosen. Her answer was a smack on my bicep followed by a terse “Thanks!”. As I’ve mentioned a time or two before, Elle could get a thought in her mind that would sometimes trigger an almost immediate need to go… and my question had obviously been that ‘trigger’. I took Kaye’s hand as Elle headed for the porta potties. Even concentrating on her backside I couldn’t tell what panties (or a partial package) she was wearing. As I’ve also said a number of times, I never wanted her to be embarrassed and was hoping she’d make it.

I was also hoping she’d get back in time to pick out what she wanted but she didn’t so I had to juggle two plates and supervise what Kaye got on her plate. Back at our ’spot’ I found her seated on the beach towels that we’d spread for the kids to play on. I’d brought folding chairs for us so was a bit surprised to find her there. The others soon joined us and they chose to sit on the towels as well. That left me as the only one in a chair. But… that was an advantage. Ellen was seated just to my right and I was looking at her left shoulder and had a nice, clear view of her back… and a nice DP. to boot The panties were white but even with my up close viewing point I didn’t recognize the style of elastic used for the waist band and the brand of panties they were. As I wrote earlier, when Ellen tripped and fell she split the back seam of her pants but all I'd seen was just a little sliver of white where the material parted. I didn’t have time then to look for a VPL. With her sitting on the ground along with the others they were sharing some of their food. To do so it meant getting up and on their knees. When Ellen did it to be able to reach what was handed to her I got what I wanted. The VPL was much larger than the one I’d observed from Eloise earlier but as far as the split seam went, it didn’t part enough to see the white of her panties. I do remember thinking of other split seams I’d observed in the past and the best were always side seams. But, beggars can’t be choosy and I’d gotten more than expected for the day.

Because of the number of people in our group and the different things going on in and around us I’d overlooked the fact that Elle had made a ‘dash’ to the port potties and I didn’t know if she’d made it or not… and if she hadn’t what the ‘damage’ was. Of course I couldn’t say anything with the other adults there so had to sit and wait to observe what I could when she finally moved. Unlike Ellen, she stayed in one place. I was sort of across from where she was seated and with her plate of food in her lap there was nothing to see. The kids were finished long before the adults and wanted to get on with the rides. The older girls liked riding the train but Kaye loved the merry-go-round so we headed there first. Bret was the operator for that ride and he'd always extended the time when we were on it. But, when we got there it wasn’t running. I made my way to the gate to find Bret and what was wrong. He was talking to a couple of men I who I figured were mechanics. With the kids, now impatient to be doing something, tugging on my arms I was about to leave when I heard Bret call my name. I stopped and waited for him. It was bad news… the ride was broken. The belt that drove the carousel had become stretched. Although it could turn it when the ride was empty, the added weight of the passengers were too much for it and all it did was slip. But what Bret wanted me for was to know if I was going to the races. He was a big C J fan and hadn’t seen him race since C J switched tracks. He was ‘fishing’ for a ride since his day was done as far as the picnic was concerned. I was more than happy to take him as I’d encouraged him any number of times to go but for whatever reason he hadn’t made the trip. I told him I’d be leaving around 3:30pm and to meet me where our group was seated. Walking away I was glad he was going because it would give me a chance to talk to him about the “Jerry situation” in private.

After taking the kids to all the other rides I returned them to Elle. She was now sitting in one of the chairs along with Ellen. Ed and Eloise weren’t there and I wished that Ellen had gone with them. I tried to peek between Elle’s legs but she had her folded hands planted right on top of her crotch. That gave me an idea of what she was hiding but knew I’d have to wait until I got home to confirm it.

To be continued…

THE HEAT GOES ON... August (Part 163b)

THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163b)

Friday presented me with a conflict… I’d volunteered to be part of the parking lot crew setting the boundaries for the Chamber of Commerce/Rotary Club benefit picnic as I’d done the previous three years… but Friday night was also the night to do final preparations with the race car. Cliffy didn’t take kindly to crew members who didn’t do their share even when they provided money to the operation of the team. He’d say something like ‘money buys the parts but the crew puts them to work’. I couldn’t disagree with him but it made it difficult in times like this. Volunteering for all officers at civic events was considered as part of being employed by the bank. I could’ve volunteered to work Saturday but that would’ve meant not being with Elle and the kids at the picnic. I’d told Cliffy I would be there late and could tell he was mad. Trying to please so many people was getting harder and harder to do.

It was basically the same ‘crew’ at the parking lot as in the previous years. One of the things I liked about it was to see people I knew out of their everyday element. One of the guys was the son of a former Trustee. He was a character and the total opposite of his father… and a fun person to be around. I’d worked with him the year before and, like so many times that we all know, said we should get together after the event was over. We hadn’t done it but before we left that night made a promise to go to dinner with our wives before Labor Day. I didn’t know his wife but had seen her in the bank a couple of times and was impressed by her looks. I seldom, if ever, put Elle a situation like that when she didn’t know the other people at all. Still basically shy, she felt uncomfortable when she had no idea what they were like or what they did. So, in leaving that night I knew I had another type of job to do.

At the garage with the race car, it had been discovered that after the crash into the first turn fence a few weeks back the front cross member holding the two sides of the frame had cracked. To get to it to make the repair meant removing the engine. By the time I arrived Cliffy and Joe were welding the plate to reinforce the frame in place. Everybody else, including Robob, was there and working on checking the tightness of all the external bolts on the motor sitting on the floor. As I surveyed the situation there was no place for me so I went about tightening all the bolts on the rear end. No one was saying much and it was like pulling teeth to get anyone to talk. I overheard one tidbit and that the plan was to get the motor back in the car before we left for the night. Having just had had it out when we got the cylinder heads from C J, I knew it would probably around 2am before that was accomplished. Not exactly what I had in mind. Because of attending the picnic I would have to drive myself to the track so, in leaving, told Cliffy not to stop to pick me up. He was obviously in a bad mood and when he heard that he thought I meant I wasn’t going to the races at all and made a snide comment along the lines of him wondering why I'd even bothered coming that night. Tired as I was I reacted and told him to take his f___ing race car and shove it up his ass and stormed out. Alan caught up with me before I started my car and told me Cliffy’s father had gotten mad at him for something and told him he was going to start charging us rent and that’s why everyone was so quiet. He told me to come to the races and that the whole thing would pass by then. I wasn’t sure I wanted to as I drove home. 

Elle and I’d attended the picnic event as a family for the past seven years and in each case had either been invited to join with friends or we’d invited people we knew because we had extra tickets. I’d suggested Elle invite Ed and Ellen but as I headed for home I didn’t know if they’d accepted. I hoped they would go with us for two reasons… I liked them and… depending on what Ellen might choose to wear, I was hoping for one or more voyeuristic happenings. But, I had to wait until daylight to find out.

Wanting to be at the picnic grounds early to guarantee we’d have at least some shade, I got up early to get the to landfill and also to get the lawn cut. Elle was still asleep when I did so I had to wait to find out Ed and Ellen’s decision. When I did it was a positive one and enhanced by the fact they were bringing her sister. The only thing I knew about her was that she was a ‘caboose’ in that she was over ten years younger than Ellen. That news made the event a bit more exciting. The only thing was that they would be taking their car which made it a bit difficult to rendezvous. I, as a volunteer, had a pass to get into the grounds from a back gate and they would have to enter via the main gate along with the crowd of people who always supported the event. I’d tentatively staked out a space for us before leaving the night before so upon arrival had Elle camp out there while I went to the main entrance to wait for them. The one positive to that was in seeing any number of ‘interesting’ outfits worn by some of the girls and women. More than a couple of them walked past me with a bit of their panties showing from under the leg openings of their shorts. I took that as a good omen for the day.

I managed to touch base with Bret, Lena, J J and Hobie but didn’t see anything of Jerry. Wanting to ‘tred lightly’ when it came to him, I just commented on it as an ‘observation’ to Bret. He told me he’d keep his eyes open for him and headed for his job of running the merry-go-round. When my watch read 11am I was worried that Ed had decided not to come. I knew Elle would be getting ‘antsy’ but decided to wait a little longer. That’s when I finally saw Jerry, his wife and  daughter. As I previously wrote, bank officers were fully expected to participate in  civic events, especially when the bank was a co-sponsor. Because of the situation with him earlier in the week I hadn’t followed up to find out just what area he’d be working in. From what I could observe it appeared that he was there to just partake the picnic and not to be a part of the volunteer staff. I debated with myself as to weather I should go to Hobie or just let it lie. It was right about then when I heard a voice call my name… Ed, Ellen and her sister. I let thoughts of Jerry ‘go’ so as to not get myself worked up about it. It was the sight of Ellen’s sister that  made me change my mind.

Her name was Eloise and, just to make things a bit difficult, went by the name of El. Not a raving beauty by any means she would best be described as “the girl next door”. No make up, her hair in a pony tail and wearing short shorts (very), she looked like a teen. As we walked to where Elle and the kids were waiting for us I made a point to walk directly behind her to check out the ‘possibilities’ and was encouraged by what I saw. I’ll admit I was almost praying that I’d get at least a VPL before we got to Elle. I’d completely ignored Ellen… until we saw Elle and the kids. She was one of those very demonstrative people usually giving a hug for a greeting. When she and Elle got together she tripped over a root or something and fell. She was wearing a pair of tight pink pedal pushers and when she fell the back seam split.

To be continued…

A short hiatus

A short hiatus...

My wife and I belong to a social club and tonight is the annual Christmas affair. We were supposed to be a fringe part of the whole thing but on Wednesday, the husband of the lady who is in charge died in his sleep. To salvage the event a call went out for volunteers to make sure that it went off as planned. It includes a sit down dinner, entertainment followed by dancing. Over 100 people have paid their money and the banquet hall had ordered the provisions. So, the long and short of it is we're involved, right up to our eyeballs. I spent the morning decorating the banquet room and came home for about two hours to give my back a rest. I'm sure everything will go off smoothly but what I'm not looking forward to is the clean-up afterwards. The ending time is 11pm and we have to take all the decorations down before we leave because the hall is hosting a charity brunch tomorrow morning. I can't imagine how I'll feel when I wake up. Then, we've been invited by our daughter, Anne, to go to a double header basketball game tomorrow afternoon with her and our granddaughter. The granddaughter has an 'interest' in one of the players.

So, looking to the future, I hope I'll be back 'on track' on Monday.

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