INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173p)

INTO SUMMER… busy time (Part 173p)

It took me speaking for her to realize I was behind her. With just the two of us there I asked about her rings. I knew she was divorced which usually meant getting rid of them. The look on her face told me it wasn’t a good question to have asked so I quickly changed the subject and asked about taking the picture with the kids. Not willing to give up her search she told me to go to the kitchen door and call for Martha. I remember walking past the kids who were playing a game on the patio and Martha’s son asking me about the camera. He jumped right up and asked to see it. I showed him and told him that when I took a picture I’d be able to see it with a little more than a minute. That really got his attention and he wanted me to take one of him. If I’d had more than two pictures left in the camera I would’ve done it to get his reaction but I told him I needed for him to get his aunt. By the time she appeared in the doorway Elle had arrived with our three kids. Martha ’staged’ all the kids and I ended up using both the pictures I had left in the camera. That ended any chance of getting one of Elle modeling the new panties we’d been working on.

Normally, I would have been ‘antsy’ about doing a project such as this because Monday nights were reserved for unloading the race car and  starting repairs/preparation for the following Saturday night. However, Cliffy had decided that there would be no work done on the motor (spinning out and replacing the bearings) until n the damage from the collision from race night had been repaired. He and Dick were the two who could work the acetylene torches and could weld, two things that were need to do the repairs so they would come on Monday night. Alan, Robob and I would come Wednesday night to do that bit of work. I didn’t really like that because Wednesday night were set aside for sailing club informal racing. It was also where some of the mothers who had children in the junior sailing program would come to get their own sailing lessons. It was also where a number of us experienced racers (male) had exposed the women to racing by setting up some informal races and giving them instruction. The result of our efforts created a cadre of about five to seven women who were now coming out for serious racing. For me, on a personal basis, it was also a chance for some decent panty peeks which was like icing on a cupcake. However, on this Wednesday I was selected to spin the connecting rod bearing out of the engine and to replace them it was to be my first time doing by myself and I was anxious to do it. Like they say… you can’t have everything.

By staying home it meant I could work with Elle on sewing the leg elastics into the panties the Elle had partially completed. As we stared in on it I knew Elle was wearing a pair of ‘dribble panties’ and I also knew she was dry when we started. As we measured out the length for the elastic around her upper thigh I was already contemplating what I’d like to see happen one the project was finished. It took a little longer than I’d hoped and the small bulge that appeared as we started remained until we finished. There was one little problem and that was we didn’t know if and when our kids would return from next door so… Elle pretty much limited my access to touching her and her panties. We had a bit of a discussion about it and I conceded to wait until after the kids were in bed. It didn’t seem fair as all I wanted was for her to pee through the panties she had on and then add the new panties with the large plastic crotch. I didn’t want to get her upset so we compromised and Elle put the new panties on without wetting the ones she had on.

What she had done to start the project was to take a pair of Evette nylon satin panties that I’d gotten from my sailing friend Willie about five or six years earlier when he still owned the company. Then, I cut the elastics off of a pair of full cut plastic bloomers and spread the resulting plastic out. Next was to cut the plastic crotch out of a commercially made pair of sanitary panties that had ’seen better days’ and laid it out on the large piece of plastic. Using it as a guide I expanded it all the way around and drew lines on the plastic with a ball point pen and cut to the new measurement. Taking that piece and having Elle let me put it between her legs I was able to measure the distance from the plastic to the waistline of the panties, front and back, she was wearing. With those measurements I marked the Evette panties and then cut the excess material away. From there Elle sewed the plastic panel to the panties. The last step was the leg elastics on. The following pictures show the panties after they were finished.  

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Being Summer and having daylight until after 9:30pm, we’d allowed the girls to stay up later. That meant I had to wait for Elle to ’test’ the new panties. I tried to persuade her to at least pee a little bit but I could tell she was having fun teasing/testing me and wouldn’t give in. On one of her visits to the bathroom I tried blocking the door but one of the girls asked me why I was doing that so had to move to avoid creating a problem that neither of us needed. As soon as she kissed the girls good night and returned downstairs I was waiting for her. But… she beat me out of some of my planned fun by peeing through her dribble panties in the upstairs bathroom. She rationalized her action by saying, with a smile, that she thought it was to be a test of how the panties would prevent wetness from getting into her clothes. We went out to the den to watch some TV and Elle wanted to sit in my recliner as it had a vinyl seat. I made a few overtures to check out how the panties were working but Elle wouldn’t get up until 11pm. When she did I checked out the seat of the chair and there wasn’t any wetness. I can honestly say that Elle was excited about the results and immediately started talking about making more of them. The reason was that what we’d made could ‘breathe’ a bit where the full plastic panties didn’t and Elle would get really hot and uncomfortable. I was happy for her and pleased with myself for coming up with the idea.

Just to make things a bit more complicated for me that week was that the Rotary Club/Chamber of Commerce benefit picnic was coming up on Saturday. I’d signed up to mark out the parking area at the picnic area on Friday after work just as I’d done the past few years. The main reason for doing it was so I could go and enjoy the picnic Saturday with Elle, the kids and people we would invite to go with us. This year it was gong to be the people next door… Mattie, Martha, Junior and their kids. Our kids were really looking forward to it as they’d finally have some their own age to enjoy the rides available at the grounds with them. I was looking forward to it for another reason… the opportunity to observe both women and to possibly get panty a peek or two during our time there. Of course,, all work and no play is no fun and the guys who were on the parking lot detail were fun to be with. Between the picnic and the races there was a lot to look forward to on the weekend.

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... abusy time (Part 173o)

INTO SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173o)

It was just after we’d finished supper when there was a knock on the screen door. Jean answered it with a squeal indicating the kids from next door were there. Mattie’s son had an envelope that he wanted to give to Elle. It was an invitation for the three girls to go to the Dairy Queen with them. If ever there was a positive indication that Geemaw was gone, that was it. Elle walked the girls through the opening in the hedge just to confirm the invitation and to make sure Geemaw was gone. I was still at the table when I saw her return and walk past the window. She stopped and motioned for me to come outside. She indicated for me to follow her and as I did we headed for the back yard where she’d been seated in the chaise. I didn’t know what she had in mind but the look on her face told me it might be good. She proceeded to get settled on the chaise but with her skirt pulled up around her waist. I looked over at the house next door and she reminded me that they were all gone to Dairy Queen and motioned for me to sit down on the end part… and then pulled her knees up and spread them apart. I could see the crotch of her dribble panties was wet and it took but a few seconds for me ‘to come alive’. The only thing was that she wouldn’t let me touch her. Then I watched as she proceeded to flood the panties.

We talked about the panties we’d been working on and she reminded me to make sure and get the leg elastic for them the next day. I asked when she’d leaked when she went next door and she said it was on her way back and that’s why she motioned for me to come outside. We stayed there for a short while and then she asked me to help her clean up the kitchen. I told only if she’d leave the wet panties on and let me ‘play’ for a minute or two. She didn’t say anything but she was smiling when I helped her up and off the chaise. We made short work of the kitchen and when she said she wanted to change I suggested we try the experimental panties to see where the wetness on her dribble panties lined up on the plastic crotch panel. She didn’t seem all that thrilled about it but she gave in. I was very pleased with what I saw as the plastic covered it all. I told her I was sure we were on to something.

I purchased the needed elastic during my lunch hour at the W T Grant store right next to the bank. There was a big sign in the window that said they would be moving to a new facility out on the by-pass at the new mall. They were the first of the downtown stores to announce a move but I’d heard ‘rumblings’ at the most recent Chamber of Commerce meeting that there would be some moves. Along with that big sign was also a large 20% off sign. That made me take a walk through the lingerie area. I was lucky enough to see Alice, one of the tellers at the bank, headed in that direction and backed away. I was in the housewares section and could see her in the other aisle. She seemed to be concentrating on something and I moved around to the end of that aisle. I saw her pick up a pair of panties and hold them up in front of her to take a close look at them. I stood there for about a minute and saw her pick up more. I managed to move into a position where I could see the table she’d picked them from. I hung back until I saw she’d gone to a cashier and then walked past the table she’d been at. Alice had been somewhat of an enigma as far as panty peeks were concerned… very rare and even when I got a glimpse all I could really tell was the color and not whether they were bikinis or full brief. But there was no doubt that what she’d held up were the full brief type. I found it to be very interesting.

Back at the bank there was a message that got passed around the banking floor that all employees were to gather at the foot of the stairs at 4:30pm. There was no indication as to why or who would be speaking to us. I’d written, earlier, about how a customer at the drive up window had somehow managed to hit the drawer used to transfer the transaction from the car to the bank and then back. It created a problem for the bank during the busy period as it caused all the customers who would’ve used it to have to park and then come inside and join already crowded lines. It took a few days for the repairs but it still wasn’t operating as it should. To get the drawer all the way out, the teller, in this case, Alice, had to use the emergency handle. As the day had worn on it became more and more difficult for her so Bret had gone to take a look at it. Bret was a person who had little mechanical aptitude and, after having little success, asked me to take a look at it. I was working on it when 4:30pm came and was outside with the drawer fully extended when Alice said she had to leave and go to the meeting. I knew I had to go as well but couldn’t leave the drawer fully extended so, once inside, went over to the drive-up area to close the drawer. As I approached the area I could see Alice had put her personal belongings up on the counter in preparation for leaving. Right there on top was a bag with the W T Grant logo on it. I remember looking over my shoulder towards the lobby and saw Bert, the president, standing on about the third step of the lobby stairs but couldn’t really see any of the others as the teller counter blocked my view. It was an instantaneous decision to take the bag and open it. There were four pair of white nylon panties, stacked one on one, inside. The price tag was attached by a straight pin and looking at it saw there were sized small and cost 69 cents (Weren’t those the days!) each. That was as far I went but it was another case of knowing what another employee was wearing for panties. The announcement was really anti-climatic as it was about the death of a retired Trustee.

I was expecting Elle to have supper ready as I was home before 6pm. But neither she nor my kids were there. I knew they couldn’t be too far away as the door was open. It took but a few seconds to figure they were next door so I headed in that direction. As soon as I made my way through the opening in the hedge I saw Elle and our kids along with Mattie, Martha and their kids all gathered around a spot in the back lawn. The kids were on their hands and knees and sort of patting the ground. Mattie and Martha were on their haunches and as I walked up asked what was going on. It was Mattie who turned and looked up at me and answered by saying that she’d lost her wedding and engagement rings. I wanted to ask how that had happened but didn’t really want to hear the answer. It was Elle who suggested that we all go eat and then return. That made me happy as I’d not really eaten lunch and I was hungry. As I turned to leave I looked down at Mattie and realized she was wearing a sheer dress without a skirt and I could see her panties right through the material. It was turning out to be a really good day.

As we finished eating Elle aged if there was any film in the Polaroid camera. I didn’t know and asked her why. She said she wanted a picture of our kids along with their kids for Martha. While she finished up with the dishes I went to the closet and pulled the camera out. I hadn’t taken any pictures in a while and when I saw there were three left thought I might be able to get one of Elle in the new panties we were working on. I took the kids and headed through the hedge opening. I saw Mattie on her haunches in the back and her kids on the patio playing a game. I headed towards Mattie and opened the bellows of the camera. It was obvious she didn’t see me. I knew it was a calculated risk but I put the camera up and aimed it towards her.

      

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173n)

INTO SUMMER… a busy time (Part173n)

I did a ‘double take’ when I heard that. The look on my face alerted Junior to the degree of concern I had. He responded by saying he didn’t mean it literally but what he meant to say was he was going to take her back to the city. I didn’t know what to say so just stood there waiting to hear what he had planned. But he didn’t and proceeded to tell me the real story about why his father had purchased the house. He had sort of indicated that his father had a mistress in the city in  previous conversations. He’d told me his father was using the start of a new business as the excuse to stay there and not spend time at this house. He went on that his mother was a bit of a “pill” and fixed in her ways and was bored out of her mind here. She was driving his sister, Mattie, and wife, Martha, crazy and this incident had finally brought it to a head. He told me he’d talked with both of them but not his mother. His plan was to tell her later on that afternoon and just load her and her things in his car as he headed back to his job in the city. I felt it best not to ask any questions. Junior closed by saying he, his wife and sister really liked the area and their kids were enjoying themselves. He told me the women really liked my wife and our kids and he didn’t want to see his mother ruin what appeared to be a good relationship. After hearing all that I really had no idea what to say.

We both looked over to the opening in the hedge where the women were standing and talking. He made a comment and said that it looked liked they had worked out the “little problem” so he headed in their direction. I was pretty much ready to leave for the sailing club so called to Elle that I was waiting for her and the kids. I couldn’t hear what she said but she didn’t make a move towards me. As soon as I headed in her direction she sort of waved me off. I was going to be late as it was so I just threw up my hands and got in the station wagon. I have to admit I was a bit mad but tried to concentrate on what I had to do to prepare at least one of our two Sunfish for racing. The new sailing instructor, a young guy, had totally redone the junior program. On the surface I was in agreement with what he wanted to accomplish but there was one thing I didn’t agree with and annoyed me. About 1/3 of boats were used for racing and, as such, had been somewhat modified to enhance them. He wanted all the kids to be learning without the changes which meant I had to make changes for them to use the boats and then back again for Elle and I to race. It took about 10 to 15 minutes… if everything went right.

Arriving at the sailing club I found most of the boats with their sails up and ready to leave the beach which made me even madder. I was rushing to get the changes made when this scruffy looking man came up to me wanting to know where I got the authority to take his Sunfish off one of the storage racks. I remember thinking two things almost simultaneously… who the hell are you and what are you talking about? I’d only been there at the club for maybe five minutes and hadn’t touched any boat but mine so had no idea what he was complaining about. I was bent over my boat and making the adjustment on the equipment so had to look up at him. The ‘attack’ was a total surprise so I didn’t respond. Looking at him I could see he was looking for a confrontation. I think I finally asked him what he was talking about and the next thing I knew he was taking a swing at me. I had my hand on one of two metal poles that the sail was attached to and when I saw the fist headed for me I just raised the arm holding one of them. His fist hit the pole. As I had raised my arm I was also ducking away from him and ended up falling into the cockpit of the boat with the sail falling on top of me. The guy was screaming but I have no idea what he was yelling. The next thing I knew there were some other people there and had grabbed him. I scrambled to get untangled from the sail and out of the cockpit. The guy and two sailing club members were standing on the other side of the boat and I made a “what the f__k” motion with my arms but didn’t say anything. One of the club members told him to leave because he was calling the police if he didn't. He shook free from their grasp and headed for the parking lot continuing to yell at me. I was dumbfounded.

I thanked the club mates for stepping in on my behalf. They wanted to know who he was and all I could do was shrug my shoulders. As they walked back to their boats I realized I’d bruised both my shins when I fell into the cockpit. As I looked down I could see blood running down both of them. Most of the boats had left the shore and were on their way to the starting line. I still had to make the adjustments to be able to race and then decided to stop. If you’ve read this tome for any length of time you know I’m a believer on ‘omens’ and between Elle not coming to the club and then being accosted by the stranger decided it would be better to head home.
By the time I got there I’d come up with a theory about who the guy who’d attacked me was. Back when some club members were opening up the clubhouse for the Summer a number of them put the Sunfish storage racks together before any members had brought their boats to the club. I showed up one day and found two boats, not owned by club members, on the racks. I got help and removed them only to have a woman that none of us had ever seen before come over wanting to know why we’d done it. We explained that they racks were for club members only which set her off with a whole bunch of expletives and then she left. I’d forgotten all about it. But that had been about three weeks before.

Elle was surprised to see me drive up the driveway. She’d dug out the foldable chaise and set it up in the back yard by the kids playhouse. She was wearing a short summer skirt and as I walked up to her had a beautiful look at her crotch. She had her legs up to use her thighs as a prop for the newspaper she was reading. As much as I liked the ‘view’ what I wanted to know was why she didn’t want to go to the sailing club. I also wanted to know what she, Mattie and Martha had been talking about when I wanted to leave. She gave me one of those ‘knowing’ looks that I eventually learned was a ‘woman thing’. It took some persuasion but she finally told me they’d been talking about Geemaw and how Junior was going to take her back to the city. She thought she was giving out some sort of secret but I told her Junior had told me about his plan to “free the women” when we were out at the garage. With that out in the open I asked when it was to take place. She smiled and said we’d know when the kids from next door showed up. I didn’t pick up on it and she, making a face, explained that once Geemaw was gone, the kids would be allowed to come over and play with our kids again. Then it made sense. The whole situation was so petty but I remembered Junior’s words about how he didn’t want his mother to ruin the good relationship between the two families. I was in total agreement.

To be continued…

A Short Time Out...

A Short Time Out...

Will be away for a few days without computer access. I'm sure you'll all survive... :-) This is the first 'break' in over a year.

INTO SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173m)

INTO SUMMER… busy time (Part 173m)

As I mentioned, with our pit stall right by the entrance gate just about everybody entering saw we were running fuel injection. There were quite a few interested enough to come over to take a look. There were only a few (maybe three as I remember) who were or had tried to run the system so those who came over had a lot of questions… which we, as neophytes, had few answers. One who’d tried it was PeeWee who was pitted next to us. He was a  very quiet man who seldom had much to say. I was standing with Alan when he walked up and, in almost a whisper, told us we wouldn’t be running it for long. Alan asked why and all PeeWee did was smile, raise his eyebrows and walked back to his car. It was sort of strange.

There were over 30 cars who had signed in. Summertime would always bring out a lot of cars. With 15 or more in our qualifying heat and only six positions to qualify it was tough to be starting in the rear. But, with this as our third time back we had moved up some and started 10th. There were a couple of spin-outs which put some of the cars starting in front of us behind us and we ended up qualifying. Qualifying through a heat race meant we couldn’t start any further back than 18th so when Cliffy came back to our pit the question was what did he want to do in the feature race… drop to the rear and try to stay out of trouble or make a real attempt. It was obvious to all of us that Cliffy was impressed with the new found power from the fuel injectors as he said he wanted to “test” some of the other cars. I had mixed emotions about that. I knew if we held back that we’d be guaranteed to start in the front the next week.

As it turned out we got placed 15th for the start. On a 1/5th of a mile track that’s still quite a way to get to the front. I held my breath for the first few laps until the field started to spread out a bit. I don’t know how far he’d moved up before the first wreck. Starting in the middle of the pack usually meant being caught up in someone elses mistake and we were. We had to get towed into the infield with a blown tire, bent rim and broken steering arm. Once the car and Cliffy were back in the pits and we could look at the damage. What should’ve been disappointment for Cliffy wasn’t. I heard him tell Dick that he couldn’t wait until the following week… that he was impressed with the change the fuel injector system made. Before we left for the night C J and his father, ’Seeg’, made their way over. C J had started the race back where Cliffy had been and I remember him telling Cliffy that he was impressed and would be keeping “an eye on” him as he’d thought about changing over as well. My thought in hearing it was very simple… it must be nice to have money.

Back at home I wanted to see how Elle had done with the' experimental panties. As soon as I turned on the dining room light I gasped. My first thought was that Elle had been right and I’d made the crotch too big. I held them up and tried to imagine what they would look like with leg elastics. Walking up the stairs I knew one of the first places I’d be going during my lunch hour on Monday… next door to the W T Grant store and the notions department. Lying in bed I started thinking about Elle and possibly racing at the sailing club later on. Because of her health problems and my involvement trying to care for her neither of us had been sailing at all. She’d indicated she really wanted to give it a try. The girls had been to their sailing lessons for two weeks so it wasn’t that the boats were unused but racing was totally different and I knew I had to check the sails and equipment before we could attempt it. As I drifted off to sleep I had a ‘feeling’ that I wasn’t going to like what I’d find.

The ‘other Elle’ was at the 8am service and we chatted for a bit. Making conversation, she asked what I had planned for the rest of the day. When I told her about sailing she showed an immediate interest. With nothing much to add I told her she should make a trip to the sailing club and take a look. I knew she was here from North Carolina to look after her mother and didn’t expect her to ask how to get there. Once that was done I headed home wondering what I was going to say or do if she showed up. Elle was still in her robe when I walked in so thought it was a good time for her to at least pull the newly created panties on to see just how badly I’d misjudged the crotch. When she stepped into them (with a pair of her ‘dribble panties’ on) I was actually pleased. From front to back and through the crotch they were perfect. If anything, the width of the crotch at the narrowest point could’ve been a little narrower but, with leg elastics added, they might be OK. Now I really couldn’t wait until I got the elastic.

It was while eating breakfast that it came to me that I hadn’t seen anything of the neighbor children. On the weekends they would usually appear around 10am looking for our girls. Even though I hadn’t been home the previous afternoon I’d been in and out of the yard all morning and hadn’t seen them. I asked Elle and she just shrugged. Trying to elicit some kind of a response I asked if she and Martha had spoken about tennis. They had gone up to the high school to just hit some balls right before the miscarriage and I thought with Elle feeling stronger and with her love of tennis that she’d be making an attempt at it by now. But, again, all I got was a shrug as an answer. Frustrated, I asked if there was a problem. She made a face and said that Geemaw, Matties mother, had yelled at our Kaye.

Hearing that I wanted to know more. It was like pulling teeth to get her to explain. The details are not important other than to say that Kaye and Martha’s daughter were playing inside their house and somehow upset the old lady. Kaye was sent home and Martha’s daughter was told she wouldn’t be allowed to play with Kaye anymore. Women tackle problems like this differently than men. The end result was me telling Elle to get in touch with Mattie and Martha and to have a meeting with them as soon as possible. I told her leaving the situation as it was was unfair to everyone, especially the kids… and then headed to get the sailing things together. When she hesitated I told her to fix it or I would. That threat was a risk on my part but my philosophy was when you know what the problem is you go ahead and fix it. We still had six plus weeks of Summer left and I didn’t want it ruined over something stupid.

By the time I got all the beach and sailing gear loaded in the station wagon I saw the three women gathered at the hedge opening between the two properties. I kept myself busy to give them time to work out a solution. I took a couple of glances their way and noticed Martha seemed a bit nervous with her motions. It didn’t really matter who was at fault. I wanted the kids to be able to play freely. Then I saw Junior appear though the opening. He saw me and headed my way. I remember, vividly, him saying “This is just plain stupid!”. I agreed with him and asked what we could do to fix it. His answer was classic… “get rid of my mother!”.

To be continued…

INTO SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173l)

INTO SUMMER… busy time (Part 173l)

On my way down the stairs in the morning I spied the sewing machine and the panty project I’d started on with Elle a few days earlier. Seeing it reminded me that I’d promised to spend a little time working on it with Elle when I got home. But, with the focus on Bermuda, I’d forgotten about it. With the lights out in the dining room when we’d headed for bed the night before I hadn’t seen the machine. Right from the time I’d woken up I’d been working on just what I’d say to my mother and how I’d segue into having her help out with the trip. I knew I could cover the cottage colony costs on my own but it was the airfare that was going to make it ‘tight’. Standing there looking at the things I’d laid out I glanced at my watch. To have my plan for my mother work I had to time my visit with her so my father wasn’t there at the same time. I guess I’d picked up on one of his habits of doing certain chores on certain days and at basically the same time. Saturday mornings were for taking the trash to the landfill for both of us. But, before doing it he had to have his coffee which served as his breakfast. He’d ususally leave the yard somewhere around 9am. So, in working out my plan I had to find a place to more or less hide where I could see him go past me. My friend, “Big B” lived on the road that led to and from my parent’s house so I was off to make a surprise visit to see him.

Pulling into his yard I could see he wasn’t there which was even better. It meant I could pick a place behind his hedge where there was little chance for my father to see my car. It was probably 9:20am or so when I saw his big Buick drive by. I was at the house in minutes. To say my mother was surprised to see me is putting it mildly. It didn’t take her long to realize it wasn’t a social visit. I cut ‘right to the quick’ and asked her why she brought up the miscarriage again with Elle. I can still remember the blank look on her face. I stayed right on topic and told her that we’d talked about it before and how I’d asked her not to do it. When it ‘clicked in’ she started to apologize but I cut her short telling her that in just minutes she’d undone all the effort I’d put in to get her mind off it. Then I ’softened’ a bit and told her that I wanted to take Elle back to Bermuda again so that she could have a few days where she’d have nothing to remind her of it. I didn’t expect that she’d remember here off-hand comment for almost a year prior so reminded her of when we showed her the pictures of our trip. I repeated what was close to the exact words she’d expressed at that time… and then waited… but not for long. I closed in on the point I was trying to make by saying I felt she owed us something for not being more conscious of Elle’s feelings. The look on her face was one of surprise which made me a bit upset. I figured it would take at least a couple of tries to get her focused in so came right out and told her to be able to do it we needed help with the air fare. It took but a few seconds for me to hear “How much?”.

Because I hadn’t done any research on it I didn’t have a number. When I’d made the arrangements for the previous trip I’d bought a total package and really didn’t know the flights cost. I hesitated and threw out a random dollar amount of $200 not knowing what to expect. She wrinkeld her brow but only for a few seconds and then I heard her softly say she didn’t think that what she’d asked Elle was “out of line”… but then said “OK”. I’d won the ‘battle’ but not the ’war’ as she’d have to have my father write the check or give me the cash. But I was satisfied as I headed back home. I hadn’t told Elle where I was headed but when I walked back in the door she knew something was ‘up’ as I’d never take the garbage to the landfill in my car. I went over the scene with my mother and certainly didn’t expect the reaction I got. She thought I was way too hard on her. But, what was done was done and I had a promise of $200. At least I was happy.

After the landfill, a stop at the race car and a visit to the church to check on the condition of the lawn I was home by the noon siren. Cliffy was grumpy (pretty much as usual on race day) and I reminded Dick to stop by and pick me up. We were leaving early so Freddy could get the fuel injection tuned for us. It meant I had about an hour and a half. Our lawn definitely needed cutting but the panty project was on the dining room table. Wanting to keep Elle’s mind occupied I decided to tackle that rather than the lawn. After we ate I took Elle in to explain what I had in mind for her to do. I showed her the lines I’d drawn on the plastic from the disassembled plastic panties and how much larger the crotch would be than on the store bought sanitary panties. She thought it was too much but I told her it was better at this stage of development to be too big than too small and told her to cut along the lines I’d drawn. The next step was to decide how much material to cut out of the regular nylon panties. She was wearing a summer skirt so I had her hold it up while I measured from the waist elastic at the small of her back down between her legs and back to her navel. She was wearing a pair of the dribble panties because she was home and a toilet was readily available. Her crotch was just a little damp but she wouldn’t let me ‘visit’ telling me that this was “business”, but with a smile. Then I measured the length of the proposed plastic crotch and came up with the amount of material we’d have to leave on the panties. With the newly cut plastic crotch I laid it on the nylon panties but couldn’t decide just where to cut them. Time was running out on me so I told her to hold up the hem of the skirt and I put the plastic crotch between her legs and tried to get it centered and with a ball point pen marked the front and back for where it would end. Then I measured from the waist elastic to the mark in both the front and back and did the same on the panties we’d chosen to use as our trial pair. I drew the arc of the crotch on the panties and told her to cut out everything between the two marks. Then I had to go but at least she’d have something to do after the kids went to bed. The only thing was we didn’t have any elastic for the leg openings so they’d only be partially complete by the time I got home. But she seemed energized to be able to work on something that might work to make things better for her.

We were the third car in line signing into the pit area at the track. Our pit stall was the first one inside the gate which meant everyone signing in would see the eight fuel injection stacks sticking out of the hood of our car and believe me, it turned a few heads. Freddy was soon there with his box of ‘pills’ and had one inserted in minutes. I have to tell you that it was probbaly my imagination but the motor sounded more powerful than with the carburetor. By the time the track opened for practice Freddy had changed the ‘pill’ at least three times and I remember him saying it probably would have to be changed after Cliffy was out on the track. After that first run it was obvious that Cliffy was pleased. Freddy had told us that it was imperative to check some of the spark plugs to make sure we weren’t running too lean or too rich so Dick hit one side of the motor and Alan the other. They took the plugs down to Freddy’s pit where he looked at them and gave them a ‘pill’ number to put in the line. Once that was done we were ready and anxious to go racing even if we were still starting in the rear.

To be continued…

INTO SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173K)

INTO SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173k)

I’d been keeping Bret up to date on the proposed new branch so when I got a call from Morris, the consultant the bank had hired to guide us through the application process, he was able to pick up on the conversation. It had been stalled by a suit filed by another bank. Morris had been keeping me ‘in the loop’ and I really appreciated it. I’d been made a non voting member of the branch committee at the bank but my least favorite Trustee, “Polack Joe”, had made if difficult for me to be a part of the meetings so Morris let me know directly.  The ’news’ was that a hearing would be held in August and a decision was expected in September.

Another call came from my salesman friend, Paul, from whom I’d bought small give-away items for years. About a year earlier he’d told me he was getting out of that business and was going to start publishing a weekly newsletter focused on high Certificate of Deposit rates from all over the country. However, it hadn’t yet turned profitable and he’d returned to selling the give-aways. But what he called about was to tell me he and his wife were now separated. When I’d met with him the last time he’d brought along a good friend who was visiting from Bermuda where he was the manager of a cottage colony. In the process of telling me about the separation he told me he and his wife were supposed to go to Bermuda to visit the friend in September but now were definitely not going. He wanted to know if I had any interest.

If there ever was something I was not prepared for… it was that. When I had met his friend, Roger, Elle and I already had a reservation to go to Bermuda that Fall. But Roger provided me with brochures that outlined his complex and invited us to stop by and see him during our stay. We did and were duly impressed. I’d made an off-hand comment at the time about how we’d love to be able to stay there but didn’t really think it was possible. I knew I had to say something to Paul but I didn’t know what. My hesitation was picked up by him and he gave me an ‘out’ when he said he knew I’d have to work some things out. He told me to get back to him the early part of the following week and closed with something that hit me between the eyes… the price for five days would approximately 1/3 below the going price. I have no idea if I said anything other than to say thanks for thinking of me.

It was hard to concentrate at work after that. When Elle and I’d gone to Bermuda the previous Fall we stayed at a big hotel… and it was nice and we came home with a lot of good memories. But in the short time we’d been to Roger’s cottage colony I was really impressed. Way smaller but at the same time it was special. Special in that guests seemed to be almost catered to. I remember Elle and I discussing the place on our way back to our hotel but I’d glanced at the cost I knew we’d not be able to afford it. I still hadn’t done anything with the money from the recent sale of my oil stock and I took a look at just how much was in the account. That proved to be a mistake. I did some quick calculations based on the prices I remembered from when we were there and applied the discount that Paul had mentioned. The result… we could do it if we really squeezed the budget. I debated with myself all the way home as to weather I should bring it up to Elle.

I was still undecided when I walked into the kitchen. I didn’t like the look on Elle’s face and immediately looked for the kids. I looked to my right and into where the kitchen table was and saw they were all there. I asked if she was OK and she nodded affirmatively. Then I asked why she looked troubled. After excusing the kids from the table she sat down and told me my mother had stopped by. She didn’t have to go any further because I almost knew where she was going with her answer. My mother could be ‘charming’ and could also be quite ‘obtuse’ as she was when she visited Elle in the hospital. She would get a thought in her head and then, in her desire to pursue it, wouldn’t think it through. And, that was the case once again.

When Elle was pregnant my mother got it in her head that the baby would be a boy and she’d have a grandson and the surname would carry on for another generation. As I’d written, Elle and I were both blindsided with the advent of the pregnancy but were determined to see it through. With the miscarriage I wasn’t all that unhappy. Elle, because she’d been carrying the baby, had the time to really think about it and was mildly upset. When we talked about it in the hospital she wasn’t devastated about the loss and I worked hard to keep her positive reminding her that it would only be a year until she could start teaching full time, something she’d been looking forward to for years. Then my mother visited Elle and said some things that upset her. I got on my mother and let her know she was out of line and thought the subject had been put to rest. BUT… my mother couldn’t let it go. Earlier that day she asked Elle what we were going to name the baby if it was a boy. After hearing Elle’s experience I knew I had to bring up the Bermuda deal.

We’d both been financially practical since our marriage. Elle didn’t ask for much and even my involvement with race cars had never put us in debt. The mortgage was the only thing we owed money on. As soon as she heard my proposal she looked at me as if I were crazy and added a few words to confirm it. I’d had the idea she’d take that position but after she’d expressed herself I assured her that we would not be going into debt by doing it. She understood very little of the financial markets and when I’d told of the profit on the last stock I’d sold it didn’t impress her one way or the other. After giving her a few minutes to think about it I asked if she remembered our visit to the cottage colony. That brought a smile to her face which gave me the opening to start to ‘sell’ her on the idea. It would only be eight weeks until we’d be on our way and would be a way to extend the Summer without all the day to day hassles living at home did. She didn’t give me an answer and I didn’t press her for one hoping that a night to think about it would be good.

I lay in bed, still upset with my mother, trying to think of a way of getting back at her. The funny thing about the offer to go back to Bermuda was that of all the places in the world to go on a vacation it was my mother’s favorite. My parents had gone there for their honeymoon and my father had promised to take my mother back every five years to celebrate their anniversary. The promise was broken for their 10th anniversary because it was in the middle of WWII but they made it back for their 15th. My mother’s health put an end to it at that point but my mother wouldn't let go of her dream of returning again. When we told her that we were going there to celebrate our 10th anniversary she went out of her way to tell us about the island and about places to visit. Upon our return she made us show her our pictures and as were were leaving she made an off-hand comment that if we ever got an opportunity to go there again she’d help us out. It was while trying to come up with some way to make her realize that she’d hurt Elle with her question that I remembered that offer. I fell asleep with that on my mind.

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INTO SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173j)

INTO SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173j)

Thursday was the last day of the ‘busy period’. It was also the day that I started to feel like normal again. In truth, work hadn’t been as hectic as I’d expected even with the added lobby traffic due to having to shut down the drive-up window. Somehow, a customer managed to damage the drawer with his car. Alice, the teller operating the window, pushed the drawer out and for some reason the customer decided to move his car and caught it. My note in the DayTimer was cryptic and I’m not sure what I’d written. I do remember feeling that neither Alice or the customer was telling the complete truth. The tellers managed to strike a proof without a problem and, as a reward for a smooth ‘busy period’, decided to let them go early. I was an instant ‘hero’. But, it wasn’t all for them. Cliffy had called to say Freddy was bringing the fuel injection set-up early because he wanted to make sure it worked for us. Since Cliffy’s father wouldn’t let us run the motor after 8pm he had to get it done before then. I got home around 4:30pm and Elle was all excited until I told her I was just going to change clothes and take off for the garage. She didn’t say much but I could see the disappointment in her face. After changing clothes. as I came down the stairs, she was waiting and motioned me to follow her into the  dining room.

The first thing I saw was the sewing machine set up on the dining room table. I don’t remember her saying anything but I do remember her pointing to two small piles next to it. Getting closer I recognized one as being a couple of her plastic panties. It took a few seconds for it to register and I could see the other was a pile of regular nylon panties. When she did speak it was to say she was hoping I’d help her to create what I’d discussed with her on Monday night out on the screened in porch… making a pair of panties with a much larger waterproof crotch than the store bought sanitary panties. That got me really exited on two fronts. One was that she’d bought into my idea and the other was of a physical nature. I definitely remember looking at my watch and debating with myself as to what to do. I hadn’t told Cliffy I’d be to the garage early so not showing up right then wasn’t a problem. The problem was I was also excited about the whole fuel injection system for the race car and didn’t want to miss what Freddy was going to show us. I had to make a decision and do it quickly. I’d been willing to pass up eating for the race car but… this was different.

I told her I’d get it started for her if she’d cook up something for me to eat while I was doing it. I needed some sort of measurements so ran back upstairs to get a pair of store bought sanitary panties to use as my guide. The leg elastics were shot on the plastic panties so cutting them up didn’t matter. All I wanted from them was a rather large piece of the soft plastic to use as the overlarge crotch. I ended up cutting all the elastics away and then cut down both sides. I stood there looking at the result and almost couldn’t believe how much plastic was now laying flat on the table. I’d grabbed the worst looking pair of sanitary panties so basically did the same to them. When I was laying the sanitary panties on top of the plastic ones it was hard to believe what I was seeing. Without exaggeration, the crotch of the plastic panties at the narrowest point was six inches. At the same place the sanitary pantie measured four inches and the regular panties lying on the table to be used were but two and three quarter inches. It was something I’d not thought about doing before and proved to be very interesting. By then Elle was back to tell me she’d cooked me a hamburger. I showed her what I’d done and told her what I thought had to be done to accomplish what I thought would work. I cut the plastic crotch out of the sanitary panties and laid it on the now flat piece of plastic from the full plastic panties. I measured and then marked off an additional four inches more to the front and the back of the sanitary panty crotch. As for the width I added an inch. But I was really not sure how to proceed and wanted to head for the garage. Elle didn’t complain and when I promised her that I’d focus on the project when I got home the next night she smiled.

At the garage, all the crew was there. Freddy was running the fuel line when I walked in. What caught my eye was the eight fluted stacks sticking up from the center of the motor… one for each cylinder. I really struck me that just the sight of them made us more competitive. It was truly impressive. I couldn’t wait to get to the track to see just what it would do for us. While Freddy worked on finishing up the connections I could see Robob and Alan putting the new foam into the fuel cell. Right next to them were two gas cans with what I quickly learned was the alcohol we would be using for fuel. There really wasn’t much for me to do because we’d done all the rest of the prep work on the car on Monday night. Dick had mounted two new tires and was loading them onto the truck. All that was left was to put the fuel into the tank and wait for Freddy to say he was ready to fire up the motor.

It was around 7:30pm when he said he was ready. I was surprised to see Cliffy’s father come into the garage. Normally, he’d leave at 6pm and that would be the last we’d see of him. But, the fuel injection system had him intrigued. Just before they were going to start the motor I noticed a second fuel line. I’d seen race cars with fuel injection but hadn’t paid much attention to how they worked. I asked Alan about it and he admitted that until Freddy started installing it he was unaware of the second line. It’s been far too many years for me to remember the details about it but it was a return line for the fuel that wasn’t needed. There was a little attachment to the line with what he told me was a “pill” that controlled the amount that was being returned to the fuel cell. I didn’t understand it then and I sure don’t now. But… we quickly learned that it was important.

When Freddy was ready it took a while for the fuel to make it to the injectors and into the motor. When it finally did the motor wouldn’t stay running. After a couple of tries we saw Freddy grab a couple of wrenches and got to the attachment in the fuel line and disconnect one end… and then stand there and let out a stream of expletives. What had happened was he’d not checked to see if there was a “pill” in the line and there wasn’t one. Without it there was way too much fuel getting into the engine and it was ‘drowning’ in fuel. What got him even madder was that he’d forgotten to bring the box with the different size “pills” with him. Naturally, all the guys were disappointed. Freddy apologized and told Cliffy to get to the track early on Saturday and he’d make sure he was there with the pills. He told him he’d give us as much time as needed to get us running. Since he was no longer running his own car he had time to spare and really wanted to see us going well. I’d only met him back in early May but in the short time I’d observed him I felt he was one of the ‘good guys’.(107)

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INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173i)

INTO SUMMER… busy time (Part 173i)

Whenever we played the lawn games it was always accompanied by lots of laughter and even some screams. We’d not been concerned when we started but then I heard a strange voice coming from the yard next door. Then I heard the voice yell “Shut up!”. I got up from the chaise and headed in the direction of the voice. I was almost to the willow tree that was on the property line when I saw Meemaw, Mattie and Junior’s mother, behind the tree. I hailed her and asked if anything was wrong. She had a disturbed look on her face as she studied me. I identified myself but it appeared she didn’t recognize me. I’d only met her a few times and only for a few minutes. She finally spoke and told me we were making too much noise and walked away. I didn’t know what to say. What it did was to pretty much end the fun in the front yard. The girls were disappointed when we picked everything up. However, it did give me a couple of nice views of Elle’s wet panties as she bent over in doing it.

The girls headed for their playhouse in the back yard and Elle and I headed for the screened in porch. I was happy that she didn’t change out of her tennis dress and she positioned herself in the rocking chair so that I had a good view. We didn’t come right out and talk about it but I had the feeling that she was seriously thinking about getting intimate. What we did talk about was her incontinence. Over time she had learned to handle it but with the pregnancy it had gotten worse. She’d accepted it as the price to pay for being pregnant. Her friend, Ginger, had gone through the same thing so it wasn’t a shock to her but now, no longer pregnant, she was hoping that she’d go back to the level where it had been. Even though it had only been a little over a week since the miscarriage she was expecting things to be back the way they were. It was my job to not let her get discouraged. One way was to remind her that I enjoyed it when she’d let me ‘play’ with her when she was wet. As the girls had gotten older she’d gotten away from letting me do it. So, here was a chance to both help her and satisfy me. However, she kept bringing up the possibility that it wouldn’t get better. I didn’t try to make light of it and, instead, asked what was the most annoying aspect of it.

It didn’t take long for her to identify the worst aspect of it. I was expecting her to say the embarrassment. That wasn’t it at all. Starting at about the fourth month she found she had little or no control. Prior to that she could count on anywhere from two to three hours and then she’d get a ‘warning’ where she’d dribble a little and that would let her know to find a toilet quickly. We’d made up ‘dribble panties’ with layers of French terrycloth in the crotch to, for the most part, control it. She’d shared that information with Ginger and we’d actually made up six pairs for her. Using a pair of sanitary panties with the plastic crotch over them they had worked fairly well. But, once she started to ’show’ they didn’t work at all and she’d reverted to wearing what we called a ‘package’. It was what she wore to bed at night and consisted of a couple of heavy ribbed cotton panties with usually three sanitary pads with it all covered with a pair of plastic panties that covered everything. Her complaint was that the plastic panties didn’t ‘breathe’ and made her midsection and bottom very hot and uncomfortable. That was why, since coming home from the hospital she was wearing summer dresses and only panties when at home. If she ‘missed’ no one would know and in just a week was getting good at somewhat disguising that she was wetting herself. That was the part I liked. A good example of it was the way she was with me on the screened in porch… only a tennis dress and panties. We’d been there for a short while when I saw a puddle start to form under her as she sat in the wicker rocking chair. As I watched it grow there was something else that was growing as well. So, with her identifying being uncomfortable wearing the plastic panties as the problem I told her I had an idea.

Up until the pregnancy she’d gotten by with but four pair of the full plastic panties. But that wasn’t going to be enough what with her wetting multiple times a day. On my last visit to the data center I visited the one department store that I knew for sure carried the ones she liked and bought six more. It was getting near the point that she needed some new ones anyway. Back when we’d been working on the the idea of the ‘dribble panties’ we’d made a prototype panty from a some old sanitary panties. We’d sewn multiple cotton crotches we’d taken from some of her well stained Carter’s Spanky Pants panties into them. The idea being that when she’d ‘dribble’ the cotton crotches would catch it and the plastic crotch would keep it from getting into her clothes. We made a few and they seemed to work well enough that I decided to show them to my friend with the lingerie company who didn’t show any interest. (Note: other companies eventually came up with the same thing and they’re still being widely sold, mostly through catalogs). But, back to the conversation… I told her that what we could try was to cut the upper part off the plastic panties and sew the top of a pair of nylon or cotton panties on the plastic bottoms. That way some air could get in and give her some relief. I won’t say she jumped up and down upon hearing my idea but she indicated it was worth a try.

Even though I was still aching I wanted to go to the garage that night. The plan was to check the bearings like we’d done the week before and to also remove the intake manifold to prepare the motor for the fuel injection system that Freddy was going to loan us. I’d wanted to be the one to spin the worn bearings out having been able to successfully accomplish it the week before but I knew my body wouldn’t let me turn and twist under the car like I knew I’d have to do. Since I’d been given the job of checking over the motor I figured I’d get the job of removing the manifold. Whatever it was that my assignment was to be, I was excited at the potential the new equipment would bring and was happy to be a part of it. Elle didn’t really complain about me leaving which was a good sign. It had been good for both of us to have the time together and her acceptance of my leaving was the result of it.

At the garage I was surprised to find that Cliffy, his brother and father had unloaded the race car and he’d gone ahead and drained the oil. The dreaded shiny slivers were present again which guaranteed that we’d have to change the bearings. When I explained how sore I was I was assigned the job of draining the fuel cell. Since we’d be running alcohol with the fuel injection all traces of gasoline had to be removed. The fuel cell had a special foam inside it to keep the liquid from sloshing around and we would have to replace it. I knew had a whole night of work ahead of me. Dick was tasked with spinning the bearings out and replacing them. The used ones didn’t look as bad as the ones we’d removed the week before but that was because they were special racing bearings and not plain old stock ones. We all finished up around 11pm with the plan to return on Thursday night when Freddy was to deliver the fuel injection. I remember Alan being the one who was the most excited about the prospects of racing with it. I wasn’t far behind him.

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INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173h)

INTO SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173h)

As soon as I reached the beach somebody helped me on up to the clubhouse porch. Once there someone threw a beach towel over my shoulders. I can still remember how good that felt. My whole body was shaking and I almost couldn’t understand what I was saying when answering questions as all the adrenaline had worn off. Looking out into the bay I could see the two power boats that had shown up had righted the swamped sailboat and were making their way towards shore with it in tow. The other two sailboats that had been out there had made their way to shore and were now beached. I tried, with difficulty, to ask about the two guys who I’d towed ashore and was told they and the girl were on their way to Tom’s house (Tom being the racer I knew and who owned the boat that had swamped). It was after hearing that when I thought back to what the girl had been wearing (or not wearing) and began to wonder how she’d gotten into that position.

The one thing I wanted, desperately, was to get into a warm shower. It was after 2pm and it dawned on me that Elle had to be worried about me. My money was in my clothes and in the car and the only phone was a pay phone on the wall in the office. Someone came up with some change and I called. I thought she’d be worried but what I heard was one mad woman wanting to know why I hadn’t come home from church. I knew it was useless to try and explain because as soon as I did she’d just ask questions. I cut her off and told her I’d be home in fifteen minutes. It was probably twenty before I pulled up the driveway. I was still wearing the beach towel when I walked in. I left all my clothes in the car figuring to get them later. I wish I had a picture of Elle’s face when she saw me walk in. I think I told her I’d explain after I got a shower and then disappeared into the bathroom.

It probably took a half hour to get through the explanation (and interruptions). What it did was to raise a lot of questions for me to answer. I didn’t have to ask why the guys had gone out in difficult conditions… they relished a challenge… as stupid as it was. What I didn’t know was who was the guy with Tom and also who was the girl that was in the boat with me. Elle gave me something to eat and while eating the phone rang. It was Tom. He wanted to thank me… profusely. In the process he admitted that going out that day wasn’t the smartest thing he’d ever done. It gave me the opportunity to ask who the man was that was with him. He laughed and told me the guy was an Army buddy who’d just mustered out and was taking time to travel around finding old friends before getting a job. That led me to ask about the girl. Another laugh. He said he didn’t really know her and that she’d been visiting with a family down the street. At the neighborhood Fourth of July party his buddy met her. One thing led to another and the two spent most of Saturday hanging out together. Then, when the decision was made to go sailing she’d asked if she could come along to watch. It was a reasonable answer and I wasn’t sure I should ask the one burning question I still had… what had happened to her clothes. There was a hesitation before he started to answer. I’m the one laughing now because he said he was going to ask me that same question.

I’ll put an end to this thread by telling you that I took a lot of ribbing the next time I showed up at the club. I should’ve expected it. Having a married male and an unmarried female out in a boat wearing only underwear would (and did) raise some questions. However, someone found a dress that had washed ashore after we’d all left. Tom came back to the club later to check on his swamped sailboat and the whole story of what had transpired came to light. The girl had been wearing a dress when she followed me out to get to the skiff. Since it was anchored in water over her head she tried to swim to keep up but the dress wouldn’t let her so she stripped out of it and continued to the boat. According to Tom he never saw her again after that day.

I can’t really describe how I felt when I tried to get out of bed Monday morning. I could say I felt like a truck had run over me but I’d never had a truck run over me so that wouldn’t be a reasonable answer. ‘Cutting to the quick’, just about every part of my body ached. I definitely had bruised ribs from when I had to pull myself up and into the skiff. The large waves made the boat go up and down very rapidly. My inner thighs ached and I knew what that was from as it had happened a time or two before when trying to keep my balance in out in a power boat in rough water. I had bruises on my arms (not exactly sure where they came from) and had a headache just for good measure. If it weren’t for it being the ‘busy period’ at the bank I wouldn’t have gone in. With the three day weekend I knew there would be a crowd of people there as the doors opened.

By noon, the ‘rush’ was over and I spoke to Hobie about my experience. He had no problem with me leaving early and I promptly explained to both Trish and Bret why. I called Elle to forewarn her so she wouldn’t go into a panic seeing my car pull up the driveway at around 1:30pm. She was pleased as I’d not spent much time with her or the girls on Saturday or Sunday. As usual, the day after an Easterly storm was bright and sunny with calm winds out of the North. Walking into the kitchen I was excited to see her in a tennis dress but couldn’t fathom why. She'd only been out of the hospital a week and hadn’t gone to see the doctor for her first check-up. Her answer as to why when I asked was “I thought you’d appreciate it.” accompanied by a sly smile. It was totally unexpected and… appreciated.

The girls, upon realizing I was home, wanted me to take them sailing . Elle and I had decided to limit her activity until after she visited the doctor so they were looking to me to get their sailing ‘fix’. However, my body still ached and sailing was definitely not on my agenda. I suggested that they get out some of their lawn games and set them up on the front lawn. We hadn’t done that yet this Summer and I figured I’d get out the fold up chaise and supervise them. Of course I was also contemplating getting some good peeks of Elle’s panties and, possibly, getting a wet feel if the opportunity presented itself. By the time everything was set up and ready it was after 2pm. I was the scorekeeper and Elle the ‘referee’. I really liked that because Elle would have to bend over to check the scores. After a while I called Elle over to where I was and ran my hand up her inner thigh. At first she started to pull away but stopped and spread her legs just a bit. She was about three feet away and as I looked between her legs I could see that she had started to pee. It was only enough for me to see the start of a stream. I asked her to come back over to where I was but she pointed to the house next door. I knew immediately that wasn’t going to happen so would have to wait. However, she went back to checking the scores and I got to see the results of her wetting. It was a lot more ‘action’ than I’d expected so was happy about it.

To be continued…

INTO SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173g)

INTO SUMMER…  busy time (Part 173g)

The rain kept a lot of the parishioners away which was a disappointment to the minister and the Bishop. With fewer people at the reception after the service it meant getting away from the church earlier than I’d expected. Elle had come with the kids and after they were introduced to the Bishop they headed for home. Since she’d dressed while I was at the church I had no idea how she’d ‘prepared’. What I did notice was that she didn’t use the church rest room. She’d heard enough horror stories about it (and had probably been involved in one or two) that she avoided using it if at all possible. My calculation of time worked out to over two hours since she’d left home. That told me she’d probably worn a full ‘package’. I knew she’d started keeping a log of just how long she could last before dribbling and then voiding. Not wanting to put pressure on her I’d not brought the subject up… but I was curious.

I made my ‘break’ from the reception around 12:30pm and, with the weather still bad, decided to head for the sailing club to confirm my earlier thoughts about cancelling the races. There were always a few ‘die hards’ who’d brave just about any weather just to prove a point. As I pulled into one of the many vacant parking places I could see three sailboats being buffeted by the wind and waves. It was what I’d dubbed as “boat breaking weather”. I recognized the sail numbers of two of the boats as being the same as at the last big ‘blow’ a couple of years prior and immediately shook my head in disbelief thinking some people never learn. I didn't get out of my car but sat and watched as one of the boats turned over and swamped… not a good thing. I could see one of the problems facing them was that there was no one out there to rescue them. All of a sudden I saw a woman come rushing up to the car. I cranked down the window and could hear her pleading for me to go help the guys in the water. Here I was in good clothes (that’s the way we went to church back then!) and my good shoes. But, you do what you have to do so, still behind the wheel, I stripped down to my boxer shorts. I could see the sailing club skiff anchored a ways off the beach and made my way through the waves out to it. It was a battle just to climb aboard. I just flopped into the boat trying to catch my breath. I thought I heard a voice and looked back over the transom and saw that the woman had followed me. I definitely didn’t need that! After a struggle to get her aboard I told her to just sit on the floor and stay out of the way. I was able to start the outboard motor and then pulled up the anchor, heading for the two men clinging to the capsized sailboat. The other two sailboats had dropped their sails and were now drifting towards shore. There were three things on my mind… make sure the two were not in any obvious distress; get them on board the skiff and, if possible, tow the boat to shore.

Once I made the commitment to help I’d focused on what I had to do. Now headed for the swamped boat I came up with a plan. With the difficulty I’d had getting on board I wondered if they would be able to make it up over the side. I knew one of the two and he was over 6 feet tall and pretty stocky. I was 6’1” and weighed around 160 and with my bad back knew I wouldn’t be able to offer much in the way of helping them into the boat. That’s when I looked back at the woman. I’d not paid much attention to her and saw she was all balled up with her arms around her knees and her head buried in them. With just a quick glance I thought she was wearing a bathing suit. I thought I remembered her wearing a dress when she ran up to my car but wasn't sure. I surely didn’t need the distraction of having to worry about her. I’d made it clear to her that I didn’t want her doing anything unless I told her. I don’t think I spent more than 30 seconds focused on her before arriving at the now completely swamped boat. The only complaint the guys had was in being cold. Even though it was July and the ambient average temperature was in the 80’s, the water was still below 70 degrees and the two of them had been in it for at least 20 minutes. I got them to swim to the skiff but as I’d sort of expected they didn’t have the strength to get themselves up and over the side and into the boat. By now the woman was beside herself screaming at me to get them on board. She was now standing and holding on to the console. That was the first time I really focused on her. She was actually a girl. I  had only a second or two to look at her and saw she was in a bra and bikini panties and not a bathing suit. But I didn’t have more than a few seconds to try and remember what she’d been wearing when I heisted her up and into the skiff. There was no time to take that in so I got her to go to one side of the boat and the give one of the men a rope to hold on to and I did the same for the other guy. We were probably 1000 yards off the beach and being blown towards it. I asked them if they had enough strength to hold onto the ropes if I slowly tried to tow them to shore. They both responded affirmatively so I started the motor. I told the girl to keep her eyes on both of them and to let me know if either one let go of the ropes. They dog paddled to about 10 to 12 feet behind the skiff so I felt reasonably comfortable about not having them or the ropes getting caught up in the propeller so put it in gear.

It was while we were making our way towards shore that I saw two other small power boats headed in our direction. At that point I figured they could focus on the swamped boat so focused on getting to the beach. It was while looking at the approaching boats that I was finally able to relax enough to take a closer look at the girl. By then the adrenaline rush was wearing off and I found myself shaking from the cold. I’d not thought about the rain up until this time but found it actually hurt as it was hitting me. She was about 5’3”’ tall and her hair looked like it might’ve been blonde when it was dry. It was hard to judge how old she was because of her current physical and mental condition. My eyes stayed on the two guys with a glance every so often to look at her. She had what had been described in more than a few books I’d read, “perky little breasts”. The bikinis were nylon and wet nylon is not only translucent but pastes itself to the body. For a few seconds I could feel myself getting ‘warm’ but a quick look at shore got my attention. I wanted to tow the guys in far enough so they could touch the bottom but I had to be careful not to get too close to the shore. If I did, with the size of the waves, the propeller could touch bottom and if that happened it could shear the pin that attaches it to the shaft. Then it would be me that was in trouble.

My next problem was in getting the girl off the boat. The way we were bouncing around I was afraid that she’d get hurt when getting off. With the guys making their way to shore I focused on her and when I faced her she might as well have been naked. But, there was no sign of my responding to that stimulus. We were both cold and she was scared. I told her she might get hurt but the only way to get ashore was for her to get up on the side of the skiff with her legs overboard. Then, when I yelled she had to use all her strength to push up and away from the skiff. It took a couple of tries to finally get her to do it and when she did she was successful. I then drove the boat out away from the beach, threw out the anchor, dove over the side and made my way to shore.

To be continued…

INTO SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173f)

INTO SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173f)

It was obvious on the first lap that the work done on the carburetor didn’t really help. Luckily, we started in the back… and we stayed there. The same hesitation was there when Cliffy got on the accelerator pedal and, because of it, the car that was following him into the turn ran into him. After two laps of being run into Cliffy let the guy pass him on the inside and was content to stay in last place. Back in the pits we changed the carburetor back to our own in time for the consolation, or, what was sometimes called the “last chance” race. It was for the cars that didn’t qualify for the main event. Six cars would qualify out of the race and that’s where we finished, but at least we were in the feature event. That ended up being a race of survival. Out of 24 cars that started there were only 12 running at the end and we were 11th. We got banged up a bit but no real damage.

It was always hoped that after each night we raced that we’d learn something. That was certainly so on this night. I wasn’t that knowledgeable when it came to the technical aspects of motors so what I was hearing didn’t ‘register’ right away. The learning experience actually started with the problem during the practice where Cliffy and Dick had to ‘tweak’ the carburetor. It continued when what they did hadn’t really helped with the performance during the qualifying race. Cliffy went to Freddy, the driver who’d loaned the carburetor, to ask his help. What Cliffy learned was that almost everybody who was running the big block Chevy engine had bored the enginge block out, put in oversized pistons, purchased a camshaft from a company in Florida that specialized in racing cams and bought the carburetor that we were trying to run. The problem was we didn’t have all the other stuff to go with the carburetor thus the motor “loaded up” with the fuel that it wasn’t able to burn. In writing this I’m still pissed off. When we were trying to put the new motor together and asking for guidance we were not told any of the above nor about the potential problem with the crankshaft. It was too late now so we had to make do with what we had. Long story short… Freddy felt badly about the carburetor not working for us and offered to let us use his fuel injection set-up assuring Cliffy that he’d work with us on how to get it to work for us. It was available because Freddy had just signed on to drive for one of the most legendary car owners in the area and was no longer racing his own car. The biggest concern with doing it was we’d have to burn alcohol rather than gas and it was expensive.

Freddy and his wife had come over to partake of the goodies Beth and Ra were cooking up on the hibachi’s we’d fired up. I’d not seen much of her in the past because she was seldom in the pits. She, like Beth, was one of the official scorers for the track and was up in what was called “the Tower” and when the races were over would usually take her kids home knowing that Freddy would hang around to talk with the other racers. A short but trim woman, she had an ‘interesting’ look to her. When Freddy was racing his own car their colors were red and white. She, to keep up with it, wore white pants and a red and white checkered blouse. The lights in our pit were too dim for me to check her out for a VPL but I definitely made a mental note to check her out in the future.

As we broke the party up Freddy said he’d come out to Cliffy’s place on Wednesday night with all the gear we’d need to change over to fuel injection. I knew absolutely nothing about how it worked and was looking forward to learning about it. If it did what Freddy said it would do it would be a definite improvement in our performance. It wasn’t until we were well on our way home that I remembered we would have to check the bearings on the motor. In a way I was looking forward to that hoping I’d get a chance to spin a few of the bearings out to check them out. I calculated that even with the extra distance race we’d run we’d only run about 15 laps more than a normal night. We’d only made 5 laps in practice because of having to work on the carburetor. On a normal night we’d probably run 25 to 30 laps of practice. So, when looking at the bearings we’d be in a good position to know what to expect for the rest of the season. We had one more night where we had to start in the rear and that would work out to our advantage as we could get the fuel injection working. By the time we got back to my house I was really excited about what would be happening with the car during the week.

I woke up to Elle’s alarm on Sunday morning. Normally I was awake by then but getting to bed around 1pm was the reason. Looking out the window I was actually surprised to see it not only raining but to see how windy it was. As much as I liked to sail and to race I was thinking/hoping that they might just call them off as I certainly could use some rest. At church, I understood the Bishop was only coming to the 10am service. I was there for the 8am one because I wanted to make sure everything was in order. The ladies auxiliary were also there preparing the ‘goodies’ that would be served after the service when the parishioners would get a chance to meet the Bishop. In surveying the undercroft I noted how dark it was even with all the lights on. Without sun the small casement windows didn’t provide enough light. There was nothing that could be done at this late hour. I could hear people getting seated up in the church so decided to head on up. I opened the door to the stairs and as I looked up I saw a woman at the very top with her back towards me. She was talking to someone as I started up the stairs. I saw she had on a short skirt but didn’t think there was any chance to see anything. But this was another case of doing what my banking friend in the city, Dan, preached… “always keep your eyes open”. I was almost to the top when she suddenly bent over and reached down to rub one of her legs. As she did I could see something that looked like it might be off white covering her rear. A few more steps before I realized she was wearing panty hose. I hated panty hose!

I was shocked to find that the woman turned out to be the wife of the Bishop. When I got almost to the top she finally noticed me and stepped aside. It turned out that she was wiping down her legs which had gotten wet from the driving rain as she made her way from the parking lot to the front door. As a vestryman I made a point of chatting with her and escorting her to the pew that had been set aside for the Bishop’s contingent. As the service started I thought back to the muted panty view I’d just seen but a few minutes before. It was a reminder that you never can tell when an opportunity might present itself.

To be continued…