KEEPING UP... Busy, busy, busy (Part 166p)

KEEPING UP… Busy, busy, busy (Part 166p)

I’d heard stories of Mac’s wife but had never seen her in person as she, supposedly, seldom came to the track. Mac was known as the ‘enforcer’, making sure rules were followed. The main thing I remember about him was that he was fair in his decision making. At the track he didn’t hang around any one car but after the season was over he, supposedly, was at every social affair… and with his wife. That’s where the stories about her came from. This was the first one I’d attended where he was there and my first look at her was worth the price of admission. Without a doubt she was most ‘endowed’ woman I’d ever seen in person. I’ll never forget Elle’s first comment… “It’s a wonder she doesn’t tip over… “ But, there really was more to her than her chest. She was easily in her 40’s but had a very pretty face, and knew it. Of course I made a complete body scan. Her pants looked like they were shrink dried onto her… and you know that I made sure to position myself to get a good place to observe. Elle had a couple of pair of knit slacks that I loved because of what they showed but they couldn’t compare to the ones on this woman. Usually at house parties the men would congregate in the kitchen and the women would be in the living room. Not on this night! Cliffy’s house was fairly small but the living and dining rooms were basically all one so there were fourteen people in there. A game that Beth almost always insisted on playing was one of my least favorites… charades.

When we started it was the men against the women. The ladies got off to a quick start easily winning a couple of times. The men were not so fortunate and I remember being totally out of it when it came to my turn. However, my failure was nothing compared to what happened to Mac’s wife. It always helps if you know the basics of the game and one is you can’t speak. She kept trying to give hints only to have the men get on her about it. She thought it was funny. Finally, sort of exasperated because she couldn’t get her teammates to understand what she was doing, she dropped down to her knees and then fell forward with her arms, from her elbows to her hands, on the floor and her head, face down, resting on them. I almost couldn’t believe my eyes as I stared at her butt sticking up… right in the faces of all the guys. I remember trying to keep from laughing when I heard her say “I give up” but my eyes never left her butt. The VPL was vivid because of all the pressure across her rear. However, if there was disappointment it was because the lines for the panty crotch line weren’t all that big. She stayed in that position for a short while and then she flopped over on her side to get up. As she did I got a very quick peek at the waist elastic of her panties. That was a clue as to why the crotch line was small… her panties were really a panty girdle, something that was becoming popular for women with a little extra girth and no one of my favorites. Even so, it was the best part of the evening.

With the sailboat racing season over I didn’t have a ready excuse to go to the 8am church service. Elle hated taking all three kids without me and I hated loosing half a day… but that was the way it was. On this particular Sunday, the mother of the deceased woman was there for the express purpose of giving me the information I’d need to get her daughter’s clothes from her apartment in the city. I was concerned that it would be somewhat difficult meeting her under the circumstances and I was right. In the end I got what I needed… the address and the name of the doorman who would let me in. I was assured he’d give me a hand in loading the things up. She explained that she’d boxed all of the things with the exception of coats and dresses. The minister, who was present along with Elle, thanked her for her generosity and assured her it would be appreciated by the parish. After the woman left I told the minister my next meeting in the city was on Tuesday and, depending just how much stuff there was, some of it would be available for sale the following Saturday. That pleased him as most of the ‘good stuff’ in the shop had been picked out and the money from the previous day had dropped off… a lot.

The title of this part… "KEEPING UP… Busy, busy, busy",  came from all the commitments I had at that time in my life. Starting with my job, a corporate officer at the bank responsible for personnel, security, managing the main office banking floor and advertising. As a representative of the bank I was on the Committee for Personnel Management for a statewide banking organization; the local Chamber of Commerce and also the Officer’s Forum for Group 6. On a personal basis I was a vestryman at the church and part of “the group”, an informal organization bent on changing the make up of the School Board; a co-owner of a race car and sailboat racer. It was daunting!

By the time I headed for work on Monday I’d made up my mind to get permission to go in to the city that night using the excuse it was the only way to be sure to be on time for the meeting although I wasn’t looking forward to the drive. The meeting  was the one on Personnel Management and I was looking forward to that. Of course my real reason was to pick up the clothes that night and before the meeting so I could be home at a reasonable time on Tuesday. Hobie didn’t have a problem with it and suggested that I leave the bank around 3pm so I’d be settled in at the hotel and could get a good meal. Naturally, I agreed with his suggestion. Driving to the city at that time of day was an easy trip as most of the traffic was headed out of the city. The only negative was that I’d be going in that direction in 24 hours.

The destination was an apartment building in an upscale part of the city. Parking wasn’t allowed in front of the building but a car could make a five minute stop. It was enough time to find and speak to the doorman and he was expecting me. He gave me a pass to park at the delivery dock. I made my way to the lobby and was escorted to the apartment. Even though I didn’t get to see much of the apartment I could see it was very nice. The boxes were waiting for me just inside the door. I remember taking four cartons to the elevator and then, with the doorman’s help, carrying  coats and dresses down to my station wagon. When we loaded the cartons in the back he asked where I was staying that night. When I told him at The Commodore he suggested that I leave my vehicle right there at the garage telling and he would make arrangements for it. He assured me that it was far safer. I knew he was probably right but I also wondered how long it would take for me to get back to the building after the meeting and then how late it would be in getting home. He made it easy to make the decision when he called for a taxi to get me to the hotel. I decided to worry about the next day when it came.

To be continued…