DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174n)
When I got home I
found Elle and the girls set up in the den with the TV on. She was
mildly surprised and, in a snide sort of way, told me she thought I’d be back. Hearing that I
decided not to tell her all the reasons why. I left it at we didn’t have
a boat for the race committee. I couldn’t have picked a better time to
arrive as they were about to land. Needless to say I was glad I got to
see it. Kaye, our youngest really had no idea of what she was watching
in spite of Elle’s efforts to get her interested. I remember her lying
on the floor coloring.
Other than the excitement of the
successful landing there wasn’t much to see and I got bored. Back
outside I took a look around and was reminded that I’d said I was going
to trim the opening in the hedge between the two houses… but hadn’t done
it. We’d all gotten used to having the leaves of the boxwood brushing
our arms as we passed through. I gave a thought to going over to ask
Junior if he minded me doing it but, since most of the passages were initiated
from his side I didn’t. Electric hedge trimmers weren’t that popular yet
so all I had was the hand held type that were like a big scissors. I
hated them because I’d usually end up jamming my hands together when pulling the handles together any
number of times. As I started I realized it was the usual time for
supper. All I’d eaten was a sandwich I’d made myself. That meant it was
made without all the ‘fixings’. But, I figured it would only take me
about fifteen minutes or so to get the clipping done so went ahead with
it. I was about done when I saw Junior coming out the kitchen door. My
first thought was that he was upset with what I’d done but he wanted to
know if Elle and I wanted a pizza as he was going to get a couple for his
family. He thought as long as he was headed in that direction he’d ask. I
told him I’d check with Elle and be right back.
It was amazing
how closely Elle’s and my mind were working that day. She told me she
was going to ask me to make the trip to get a pizza for us. She added
that the astronauts were presently making the preparations for them to leave
the module to actually walk on the moon and that nothing much exciting was really
happening. She felt it was a good time for a break. I got my wallet and
headed back through the now wider opening in the hedge. Junior was
waiting for me to return and as I walked up to give him the money he
asked if I’d like to go with him. We really hadn’t spent much time
together, at least alone. I had any number of questions about the family
that I was just too uncomfortable asking the women. As I’ve written any
number of times in the past, Elle was reluctant to share much
information when I’d ask questions about her female friends and
acquaintances. I took this as an opportunity to delve into a bit of
background on them.
One of the things that lay right on top of my list was
why Junior’s father chose our area to buy a Summer home. I’d heard about
the loss of Junior’s brother to a drowning from the realtor who handled
the sale. But, our area was a Summer destination because of the ability
of the people to access three different bodies of water… and they
weren’t taking advantage of it. The closest I’d observed any of them
being involved with water, of any kind, was running though lawn
sprinklers. I didn’t waste any time in asking as we turned onto
the road from his driveway when I did.
Trying not to drag this
out… the choice was his father’s and was driven by the fact that he
wanted to “deposit” (his word) his wife in a place where she would not
be able to cause problems for him. I remember him shaking his head as he
told me. I knew I was taking a bit of a chance by asking why, if that was so, did she end up back in the city. That made him laugh and brought
forth a comment along the lines of “you must not have spent any time
with her”. He was quiet for a minute before continuing. He went on that
if he hadn’t she would’ve ruined the whole Summer for the kids. He was
going to continue but stopped with his head shaking from side to side
followed by an emphatic “you just don’t want to know!”. I didn’t know
what to say so just sat there, quiet, until we got to the pizza place.
We placed our orders and while waiting I asked another question. I
prefaced it by saying I was aware of the family tragedy (the death of
Junior’s brother by drowning) but access to the water was what drove
people to come to the area. His facial expression told me I was going
where I shouldn’t but I went on anyway. I asked if he knew how to swim
and he said he could “get by” if he ended up in the water. Then I asked
about his wife and sister. He said his wife could swim and then
hesitated. I was about to ask why she didn’t take the kids to the
beach. This is where I heard him let out a big sigh and then,
resignedly, said because it had beaten into his head that the water was
just too dangerous. I was going to counter that Elle and I had spent a
lot of our lives around and in the water but Junior went on. I can’t
reprise just how he went about it but, basically, he told me he and
Mattie had chosen not to go against his parents wishes. By then our
pizza’s were ready.
As I remember it, our conversation on our way
back was mostly about the moon landing. He was hoping that they’d gotten
all the preparations for the moon walk done by the time we got back.
Back at his house I thanked him and started for the hedge opening. I was
just about to go through it when he called me back. I remember the look
his face as I walked up to him. I was not prepared for him to ask me
what I thought he should do to get his and Matties kids introduced to
the water. “Get them swimming lessons.” was all I could think of. We
were each standing there with hot pizzas in our hands so I told him to
stop by later if there was nothing happening on the moon. He agreed and I
headed for the kitchen.
After eating we found out there had been
some delays and the projection was for it to be sometime after 9pm
before anything or real interest would take place. Even though I’d
devoted but a couple of hours to watch the programming I didn’t want to
sit there and listen and watch the same stuff being regurgitated for the
upcoming couple of hours so was getting ready to go outside to find a
simple project to attack. I hated to start projects that I couldn’t
finish but after a couple of minutes none jumped out at me. There was
one thing that definitely needed attention and I’d studiously avoided
it. When Jay (my co-worker/friend from back in my days working for the
data processing department at the County Center) and I’d built the ad-on
shed to the garage, we didn’t put in a permanent floor. And now, about 5
years later, there was no putting off addressing the situation. The
reason for my delaying the start was I didn’t know what to do with the
stuff that was in there… and there was a lot. I was trying to figure out
how to start when Mattie and Junior walked up.
To be continued…
Tuesday, July 30, 2019
Saturday, July 27, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174m)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174m)
It was the end of a pretty fruitful day. I had the distinct feeling that Elle felt pretty much the same way. Reasonable temperatures (and our extra curricular activity) almost guaranteed a good night’s sleep. It was when I went downstairs to take my shower in the morning that I remembered the picture so grabbed the camera from the closet and pulled the tab. It wasn’t as good as I’d hoped. (see last post) Then I remembered the last few had been a bit disappointing as well and chalked it up to a bad pack of film. It had happened before and was due to the age of the film. I was usually on top of that but couldn’t remember if I’d checked the date on it when loading the camera. I made a mental note to get another pack before heading home that night.
There was nothing in my DayTimer about work that day. However, there is one entry and it took me a few seconds to have it register in my brain… Sweet Charity… it was a movie. Being a Friday I knew I had to have gone to the garage to check on the race car and the only thing I can come up with was Elle convinced me to take her to the movies after it. I honestly didn’t remember the movie and had to look it up, on line. Reading the intro it came back to me. Elle fancied herself as a Rockette, like at Radio City Music Hall in the city, and would day-dream about it from time to time. She wanted to see anything with dancing in it. There’s nothing else to give me a clue and I don’t know why. Even on my busiest days, or first thing the next morning, I’d find the time to make at least some cryptic notes. Strange!
The notes pick up again for Saturday. It was a typical day… lawn and chores at the church and a trip to the landfill. Junior had rejoined his wife and sister, next door and the women planned a little ‘welcome back’ party for him. Elle, I and the kids were invited but I was off to the races. According to my notes it was not a night to remember. No trouble qualifying, we started 10th, stayed out of trouble and finished 8th. The only thing memorable on that night was the guy who gave us the sponsorship money to buy the Chevrolet motor (Neil) had the car he fully sponsored there for the first time. The car had been racing at the track closer to home and the one where I’d raced. C J had raced against him before coming to this track and Cliffy went to him to find out what he could expect. His name was Curt and C J said he could be a hot head. I made a point of watching him and didn’t see anything special. Neil had told me he had wanted to get out of the sponsorship and thought he could do it back when he was initially talking to me. It turned out that he couldn’t. Since he didn’t own the car he couldn’t stop the guy from changing tracks. Because he was new to the track he had to start in the back and didn’t qualify. I wasn’t surprised.
When Cliffy talked with C J they also talked about the new open competition race that Fairlane John had offered to buy us the tires if we’d go. When he came back to the car he told us that C J was definitely going. The promoter of the race was going to pay every car that showed up $100. Cliffy said the $100 would pay for the gas and tolls for the race car hauler which he felt made going to the race a reasonable proposition. It was a one day race, a Sunday, which meant we’d be able to race, as usual, on Saturday. If everything was OK with the car when the races were over we’d just leave the track and head for Dover Delaware.
After the night's races were over, when the fans were allowed in the pits, most of the conversations had to do with the landing on the moon scheduled for the next day and not the races. Both Alan and Buster worked at the local aerospace company that did a lot of work on the moon landing project. However, the two of them assembled jet fighter planes and didn’t have anything to do with the moon project. But, they’d both been invited to go see the landing on a special TV that was to be set up in a hangar at work. There was also going to be a big celebration with all the employees getting some sort of commemorative gift. They were both excited about it as were most of the people who stopped by the car. For me, I’d not gotten caught up in the whole thing. Elle, being a teacher, had been collecting articles from the newspapers so she’d been getting more and more excited as the day approached. With the landing being on a Sunday I was more interested in the sailboat races. It had been a very disappointing Summer as far as sailing was concerned and I desperately wanted to get out on the water. One thing I’d picked up in the conversations around the car was they weren’t sure just what time the landing would be and then, more importantly, when they’d attempt to walk on the moon itself. As we left the track I was hoping to get to see something of it but was not going to dedicate the whole day for it.
One of the reasons I attended the 8am church service on Sundays was that it took less than an hour because there was no sermon. With so much attention being put on the moon landing, the minister decided to bless us with one attempting to tie the project in with spirituality. I was mad about the change so really didn’t pay any attention to it or him. When I finally got home I found Elle had retrieved the Sunday newspaper which she usually left for me. As could be expected the bulk of the news had to do with any and everything to do with the moon project and the landing. When I told her I was going to the sailing club she was upset that I didn’t think it was important and that I wouldn’t see this monumental event. She proceeded to excoriate me for not being excited about this once in a lifetime event. I pretty much ignored her and ended up leaving for the club after getting a bite to eat at noontime. I do remember getting to the bottom of the driveway and stopping, thinking about it for a few seconds, and then driving off.
I have to admit I was a bit surprised that the parking lot had but a few cars. Sundays, in the Summer, it was always full as the lot accommodated cars for the public beach, the softball field and the sailing club. Making the turn into the lot another thing that caught my attention was that there was no one on the ball field. Sunday afternoon ball games always drew a crowd. I was able to pull up right by the pathway to the club and then made my way to the porch. There was a hand written cardboard sign taped to the door that the races for the day were cancelled. I recognized some of the ‘regulars’ sitting on the steps and asked why the cancellation. Of course, it had to do with the moon landing starting with the fact that the guy the club had hired to provide a boat from which to run the races called that morning and said he wouldn’t be there. Then, the Commodore (head honcho) made some calls trying to find a replacement and was turned down. The guys on the steps told me they were going to go out and run some informal races and asked if I’d participate. I was there so said “Why not!”
There were four of us in all and it was while we were launching our boats that I realized that there weren’t many people on the public beach. All in all I don’t think I saw more than a dozen and only a few females. After we sailed out a ways into the bay we realized we’d not brought bouys to set up a race course. One of the guys said that “it just wasn’t meant to be…” as far as sailing that day and we headed back to shore.
To be continued…
It was the end of a pretty fruitful day. I had the distinct feeling that Elle felt pretty much the same way. Reasonable temperatures (and our extra curricular activity) almost guaranteed a good night’s sleep. It was when I went downstairs to take my shower in the morning that I remembered the picture so grabbed the camera from the closet and pulled the tab. It wasn’t as good as I’d hoped. (see last post) Then I remembered the last few had been a bit disappointing as well and chalked it up to a bad pack of film. It had happened before and was due to the age of the film. I was usually on top of that but couldn’t remember if I’d checked the date on it when loading the camera. I made a mental note to get another pack before heading home that night.
There was nothing in my DayTimer about work that day. However, there is one entry and it took me a few seconds to have it register in my brain… Sweet Charity… it was a movie. Being a Friday I knew I had to have gone to the garage to check on the race car and the only thing I can come up with was Elle convinced me to take her to the movies after it. I honestly didn’t remember the movie and had to look it up, on line. Reading the intro it came back to me. Elle fancied herself as a Rockette, like at Radio City Music Hall in the city, and would day-dream about it from time to time. She wanted to see anything with dancing in it. There’s nothing else to give me a clue and I don’t know why. Even on my busiest days, or first thing the next morning, I’d find the time to make at least some cryptic notes. Strange!
The notes pick up again for Saturday. It was a typical day… lawn and chores at the church and a trip to the landfill. Junior had rejoined his wife and sister, next door and the women planned a little ‘welcome back’ party for him. Elle, I and the kids were invited but I was off to the races. According to my notes it was not a night to remember. No trouble qualifying, we started 10th, stayed out of trouble and finished 8th. The only thing memorable on that night was the guy who gave us the sponsorship money to buy the Chevrolet motor (Neil) had the car he fully sponsored there for the first time. The car had been racing at the track closer to home and the one where I’d raced. C J had raced against him before coming to this track and Cliffy went to him to find out what he could expect. His name was Curt and C J said he could be a hot head. I made a point of watching him and didn’t see anything special. Neil had told me he had wanted to get out of the sponsorship and thought he could do it back when he was initially talking to me. It turned out that he couldn’t. Since he didn’t own the car he couldn’t stop the guy from changing tracks. Because he was new to the track he had to start in the back and didn’t qualify. I wasn’t surprised.
When Cliffy talked with C J they also talked about the new open competition race that Fairlane John had offered to buy us the tires if we’d go. When he came back to the car he told us that C J was definitely going. The promoter of the race was going to pay every car that showed up $100. Cliffy said the $100 would pay for the gas and tolls for the race car hauler which he felt made going to the race a reasonable proposition. It was a one day race, a Sunday, which meant we’d be able to race, as usual, on Saturday. If everything was OK with the car when the races were over we’d just leave the track and head for Dover Delaware.
After the night's races were over, when the fans were allowed in the pits, most of the conversations had to do with the landing on the moon scheduled for the next day and not the races. Both Alan and Buster worked at the local aerospace company that did a lot of work on the moon landing project. However, the two of them assembled jet fighter planes and didn’t have anything to do with the moon project. But, they’d both been invited to go see the landing on a special TV that was to be set up in a hangar at work. There was also going to be a big celebration with all the employees getting some sort of commemorative gift. They were both excited about it as were most of the people who stopped by the car. For me, I’d not gotten caught up in the whole thing. Elle, being a teacher, had been collecting articles from the newspapers so she’d been getting more and more excited as the day approached. With the landing being on a Sunday I was more interested in the sailboat races. It had been a very disappointing Summer as far as sailing was concerned and I desperately wanted to get out on the water. One thing I’d picked up in the conversations around the car was they weren’t sure just what time the landing would be and then, more importantly, when they’d attempt to walk on the moon itself. As we left the track I was hoping to get to see something of it but was not going to dedicate the whole day for it.
One of the reasons I attended the 8am church service on Sundays was that it took less than an hour because there was no sermon. With so much attention being put on the moon landing, the minister decided to bless us with one attempting to tie the project in with spirituality. I was mad about the change so really didn’t pay any attention to it or him. When I finally got home I found Elle had retrieved the Sunday newspaper which she usually left for me. As could be expected the bulk of the news had to do with any and everything to do with the moon project and the landing. When I told her I was going to the sailing club she was upset that I didn’t think it was important and that I wouldn’t see this monumental event. She proceeded to excoriate me for not being excited about this once in a lifetime event. I pretty much ignored her and ended up leaving for the club after getting a bite to eat at noontime. I do remember getting to the bottom of the driveway and stopping, thinking about it for a few seconds, and then driving off.
I have to admit I was a bit surprised that the parking lot had but a few cars. Sundays, in the Summer, it was always full as the lot accommodated cars for the public beach, the softball field and the sailing club. Making the turn into the lot another thing that caught my attention was that there was no one on the ball field. Sunday afternoon ball games always drew a crowd. I was able to pull up right by the pathway to the club and then made my way to the porch. There was a hand written cardboard sign taped to the door that the races for the day were cancelled. I recognized some of the ‘regulars’ sitting on the steps and asked why the cancellation. Of course, it had to do with the moon landing starting with the fact that the guy the club had hired to provide a boat from which to run the races called that morning and said he wouldn’t be there. Then, the Commodore (head honcho) made some calls trying to find a replacement and was turned down. The guys on the steps told me they were going to go out and run some informal races and asked if I’d participate. I was there so said “Why not!”
There were four of us in all and it was while we were launching our boats that I realized that there weren’t many people on the public beach. All in all I don’t think I saw more than a dozen and only a few females. After we sailed out a ways into the bay we realized we’d not brought bouys to set up a race course. One of the guys said that “it just wasn’t meant to be…” as far as sailing that day and we headed back to shore.
To be continued…
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174l)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174l)
The lawn still had to be finished and Elle gathered all the kids up and retreated to the patio so I could finish it up. As she walked towards the patio I could see a little yellow between her legs in her crotch area. I couldn’t wait to finish the lawn to see if I couldn’t encourage her to expand it a bit more. As I finished up the back yard I kept looking towards where they all were gathered but couldn’t discern any change. I hated to have to go around to the front yard thinking I might miss something. When I was finally finishing up she came out the front door and sat on the stoop. What was encouraging was that when she sat down she spread her legs. Even though I was still pushing the lawn mower I could feel the bulge stating to grow. I finally shut the mower off and walked over to stand in front of her. I know I must’ve had a big smile on my face because she smiled back with a twinkle in her eye. The first thing I wanted to know was where the kids were. When she told me they’d gone next door I wanted to know why but didn’t ask. I sat down beside her so I could get a feel of her wet panties. What I was hoping for was a little squirt of pee. I could tell she wasn’t wearing ‘dribble’ panties but it felt like she was wearing two pair of regular nylon satin ones.
It didn’t take much in the way of persuasion to get what I wanted. It was pretty obvious that the Bermuda trip was already bringing forth benefits. I finally asked about the kids and said they had a ‘curfew’ of 8:45pm. When Mattie returned from the city she’d allowed her kids to bring some of their games with the caveat that they share them with our kids. Elle said she felt it was good for our kids, especially Kaye, who was still quite shy. Looking at my watch I could see it was still almost a half hour until they’d be returning. My first thought was to duck beck inside and head for our bedroom and to get a ‘quickie’. I hadn’t even gotten the first words out of my mouth and Elle had her head wagging from side to side. Not completely deterred I made a half hearted plea for a picture. When about fifteen seconds went by without a response I got up and went inside to fetch the camera. It was only about ten to twelve steps to the closet where I kept it. I was back outside on the stoop unless then a minute. Elle had what I’d call a “knowing” smile on her face when I stepped in front of her. Her only comment was “make it fast” as she looked towards the neighbors.
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| A very good evening! |
One thing I tried never to do was to develop the picture where she could see the results so as soon as I snapped it I took the camera back inside. I found her standing next to the stoop when I returned. She had a funny look on her face. It was a cross between being upset and being funny. As I went down the steps she said but one word… “Hurry…” I made the turn to face her and saw she’d been peeing while standing. My hand went right between her legs. I was able to feel the last vestiges of her warm pee run through my fingers. While sitting on the stoop approaching cars couldn’t see anything but her head but, standing, especially the way we were, it wouldn’t take any imagination to figure out what I was doing. I had maybe 15 to 20 seconds before she started for the back yard. As I trailed her I could see just how far her pee had wicked up her backside. My bulge made it difficult to keep up with her. But, that was the end of my fun. She said she wanted to get washed up and be ready for the kids when they returned. There wasn’t much I could say. I’d gotten way more than what I’d had in quite a while and without having to ask/beg. I couldn’t wait until we were headed to bed.
We ended up on the screened in porch. Elle was in just panties and a short nightie. There was one thing more that I’d wanted to talk with her about… the reason(s) why Mattie and Martha had left to go back to the city and… why they hadn’t let us know they were going. Like most cases when I’d ‘pump’ Elle for information, especially about her female friends, she’d resist. I made a stab at it with no result and was going to just leave it alone, at least for the time being. The kids were due to return so we just sat there enjoying the cooler weather.
By the time we got the kids settled into bed it was around 10pm. Elle liked to try to be in bed around then, especially in the Summer, as she had so many things going on in the mornings. I was thinking of but one thing by then and when I started to take my clothes off Elle indicated for me to stop and she motioned for me to follow her down the stairs. Being the last one up the stairs I’d shut the doors and turned off the lights. However, with Elle leading the way I followed her down the stairs. We ended up in the den and on the little sofa. She snuggled up into my body. I don’t remember saying anything. Finally, Elle started talking… and explaining what had happened with Mattie and Martha.
When they’d been at our house on Sunday afternoon and evening Martha had gotten drunk and ended up wetting herself. Elle and I had helped getting her back to their house. When Martha woke up Monday morning she was, according to what Elle said, mortified and adamant that she couldn’t face either of us. They’d both talked about making a trip to the city to get some things they didn’t think they’d need when the first moved in. Martha insisted that they go, right then. While they were there they touched base with Geemaw, Mattie and Junior’s mother. She was a lot happier in the city than in the country but missed her grandchildren. She persuaded the women to stay a few days and with the hot weather they decided to take advantage of the air conditioning they had available to them. After a couple of days with Geemaw running their lives they decided to return even with Martha’s trepidation about meeting back up with us. That all made some sense to me but when Elle told me she told both of them about her incontinence, that didn’t.
That actually shocked me. Elle had accepted her incontinence but still was discrete about it. I pushed Elle up to a sitting position so I could look at her when I asked her why. My eyes were accustomed to the dark and I could make out Elle’s features but couldn’t determine how she took my question. I don’t know how long it was before she finally told me that after hearing Martha apologize and seeing just how embarrassed she was she decided to admit her problem. I knew I was taking a chance when I asked her what the reaction was. I really wan’t expecting that she’d give me one… and was a bit taken aback with what she told me.
Martha had been in foster care as a young girl. She told Elle that she was often beaten with a strap for the least little thing. She reached a point that she was fearful all the time and when she thought she was going to get a beating she’d wet herself and get beaten even more. Hearing that I couldn’t relate that to what had happened on the screened in porch. She ended up falling out of her chair and, along with Elle and I, thought it was funny. We started laughing and couldn’t stop with the end result of Martha wetting herself. I mentioned that to Elle and she, somewhat reluctantly, told me that when “stressed” Martha told her she would sometimes wet herself. Hearing that I found myself fighting off the start of a bulge… and I sure didn’t want Elle to know it. I told her it was time for bed and headed for the stairs with Elle following me.
To be continued…
Sunday, July 21, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174k)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174k)
My taking a deep breath before starting to talk added to Trish’s obvious concern. I had no idea of what I was going to say and all I remember was saying something like “How would you like to make a trade?” I, from the time I was eligible for vacation time, had taken days preceding and following Christmas Day. I’d put the days down the first day the vacation calendar was posted. Of all the officers and senior staff no one else had put in a request for those dates. However, Trish was dating Chaz who was big into skiing and I’d heard them chatting the previous Fall. I’d overheard him pressuring her to go skiing with him over Christmas and her telling him “no way!” My words surprised her and I could see the look on her face change. I asked her if she would be interested in the days around Christmas to be able to go skiing. Here we were, a day after an extended heat wave, talking about possibly going skiing. She really didn’t know what to say. That prompted me to say that I’d observed that her vacation dates were the second week in September and I wondered if she had specific plans for those dates. I remember her sort of wrinkling her face a bit and then saying she was just going to stay home and take advantage of living in a tourist area and not having to deal with the tourists. That gave me hope.
She wanted to know why I wanted her week and I, more or less, explained the offer that I’d been given by my friend Paul. She, having been the receptionist up until the current year, was very familiar with Paul as he’d make “calls” about every three months selling his wares. By that point she’d relaxed and when I told her about it said she’d do it… if I took her along… followed by the offer to switch her dates. I probably let out a big sigh and then thanked her. I knew the first thing I’d be doing was stopping by to see Gertrude at her travel bureau on my way home to order plane tickets.
The last part of the ‘project’ was in telling Elle. The ‘gift’ of the lodging was going to be easy. She’d met Paul and his wife so that helped. But, as conscientious as we were about spending money (the want versus need list) I knew that would be the hard question to answer. Because I wanted to keep the money from my grandmother’s savings account to use for buying the National Car Rental stock (and possibly for the race car) I had to come up with a worthwhile reason to dip into our savings. About the only thing I could come up with was that we could go back to Bermuda for about 1/3 of the cost of the previous year. I just hoped it wouldn’t turn into a ‘discussion’ and she’d be excited about it.
In the walk from the garage up to the patio I heard the sounds of kids from next door. Walking in the kitchen I was expecting to see Elle finishing up with supper preparations. But, there was no one there. No Elle and no kids. So, it was back outside and a walk through the hedge. I saw our three girls were playing a yard game out by their garage with Mattie and Martha’s kids which led me to believe Elle was inside. Before I got to the door I was greeted by Mattie who invited me in for supper. Martha was setting the table so the kids could eat first. I as I asked what was going on I took a quick look at what she was wearing. My notes say it was a flowered wrap around. I’d never seen what she was wearing before so that was the best I could do, Now, with many more years of ’sightings’, I know it was a form of sarong. What caught my rapt attention was that I could see almost her whole right leg… almost up to her hip... and about a two inch triangle of what had to be her panties. Watching her move around the table I could see the slit open up and close which was really enticing. It certainly took my mind off what I had been planning to talk to Elle about.
I was hoping that I’d find out why the women had taken off to the city without saying anything to us but nothing was said. I wasn’t going to be the one to ask so hoped Elle would have some answers for me when we got home. The women had brought salads and sandwiches from a city delicatessen. It was a treat, at least for me, having spent time living there. Elle had volunteered to take all the kids to Dairy Queen for dessert which, to me, was only fair. With six kids there was no room for me so I left when Elle left to get the station wagon. I would like to have stayed with the women but knew it was somewhat inappropriate. Walking back home I knew I liked whatever it was that Martha was wearing.
Taking advantage of a much cooler evening than we’d seen almost a week I set out to mow the lawn. Doing it I could see Elle had some of her panties and clothes on our wash line along with the kids bathing suits. It was something else to talk with her about upon her return. She took longer than I’d expected but it was worth the wait as she brought me a ‘treat’. All the kids headed for the playhouse and Elle and I took a seat under the smaller maple tree. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and as we settled down onto the lawn I could see a little yellow in her crotch area… which brought on the start of a bulge. My dilemma at that time was which topic did I want to start with in talking with Elle as I started in on my ‘treat’.
Having lived with Elle as long as I had by that I time knew she would, up to a point, allow herself to be ‘bribed’. With that in mind I decided on telling her about Bermuda first. Without going into any detail, after some initial hesitation, she relaxed and wanted to know the details of where we’d be staying. As I wrote earlier, I’d been given the brochures on the cottage colony where we’d be staying but had no idea where I’d put them. Sitting there and describing it as best I could I could see her getting excited about it. That was what I was hoping for. Her 'excitement' would be like ‘cash’ that I could ‘spend’ later on… or so I hoped.
As I remember it, there was a bit of a disagreement among the kids which caused Elle to get up to handle it. I made sure to keep an eye on her crotch as she started to get up and, at least at that moment, thought the yellow spot there had become enlarged. Normally, I didn’t participate in settling disagreements, especially when someone else’s kids were involved… but I followed her. We had to go out by the washline where I’d seen her panties and clothes hanging. It took but a few seconds to settle the matter with the kids and, while standing by the wash line pointed to her clothes. She made a face but didn’t say anything. I’d hoped she’d volunteer what had happened but it didn’t happen which meant I’d have to use some of my ‘cash’ from the Bermuda announcement.
Long story short… she’d taken the kids to the sailing club even though it wasn’t one of their scheduled days. Because of the extreme heat their lessons had been cancelled on Monday and this was a make-up lesson. Because of the change in schedule they didn’t have enough parents to act as chaperones and she volunteered to stay. When Elle told me that I knew where she was going with it… she expected to leave the girls off and to return home. Like they say, “accidents happen”, and especially to Elle when she’s not wearing some sort of ‘protection’. After it happened she found a way to get herself wet in the water. I was smiling when she was telling me and when she saw my smile she hit me on my arm. It was worth it to hear her tell me without me having to beg her to.
To be continued…
My taking a deep breath before starting to talk added to Trish’s obvious concern. I had no idea of what I was going to say and all I remember was saying something like “How would you like to make a trade?” I, from the time I was eligible for vacation time, had taken days preceding and following Christmas Day. I’d put the days down the first day the vacation calendar was posted. Of all the officers and senior staff no one else had put in a request for those dates. However, Trish was dating Chaz who was big into skiing and I’d heard them chatting the previous Fall. I’d overheard him pressuring her to go skiing with him over Christmas and her telling him “no way!” My words surprised her and I could see the look on her face change. I asked her if she would be interested in the days around Christmas to be able to go skiing. Here we were, a day after an extended heat wave, talking about possibly going skiing. She really didn’t know what to say. That prompted me to say that I’d observed that her vacation dates were the second week in September and I wondered if she had specific plans for those dates. I remember her sort of wrinkling her face a bit and then saying she was just going to stay home and take advantage of living in a tourist area and not having to deal with the tourists. That gave me hope.
She wanted to know why I wanted her week and I, more or less, explained the offer that I’d been given by my friend Paul. She, having been the receptionist up until the current year, was very familiar with Paul as he’d make “calls” about every three months selling his wares. By that point she’d relaxed and when I told her about it said she’d do it… if I took her along… followed by the offer to switch her dates. I probably let out a big sigh and then thanked her. I knew the first thing I’d be doing was stopping by to see Gertrude at her travel bureau on my way home to order plane tickets.
The last part of the ‘project’ was in telling Elle. The ‘gift’ of the lodging was going to be easy. She’d met Paul and his wife so that helped. But, as conscientious as we were about spending money (the want versus need list) I knew that would be the hard question to answer. Because I wanted to keep the money from my grandmother’s savings account to use for buying the National Car Rental stock (and possibly for the race car) I had to come up with a worthwhile reason to dip into our savings. About the only thing I could come up with was that we could go back to Bermuda for about 1/3 of the cost of the previous year. I just hoped it wouldn’t turn into a ‘discussion’ and she’d be excited about it.
In the walk from the garage up to the patio I heard the sounds of kids from next door. Walking in the kitchen I was expecting to see Elle finishing up with supper preparations. But, there was no one there. No Elle and no kids. So, it was back outside and a walk through the hedge. I saw our three girls were playing a yard game out by their garage with Mattie and Martha’s kids which led me to believe Elle was inside. Before I got to the door I was greeted by Mattie who invited me in for supper. Martha was setting the table so the kids could eat first. I as I asked what was going on I took a quick look at what she was wearing. My notes say it was a flowered wrap around. I’d never seen what she was wearing before so that was the best I could do, Now, with many more years of ’sightings’, I know it was a form of sarong. What caught my rapt attention was that I could see almost her whole right leg… almost up to her hip... and about a two inch triangle of what had to be her panties. Watching her move around the table I could see the slit open up and close which was really enticing. It certainly took my mind off what I had been planning to talk to Elle about.
I was hoping that I’d find out why the women had taken off to the city without saying anything to us but nothing was said. I wasn’t going to be the one to ask so hoped Elle would have some answers for me when we got home. The women had brought salads and sandwiches from a city delicatessen. It was a treat, at least for me, having spent time living there. Elle had volunteered to take all the kids to Dairy Queen for dessert which, to me, was only fair. With six kids there was no room for me so I left when Elle left to get the station wagon. I would like to have stayed with the women but knew it was somewhat inappropriate. Walking back home I knew I liked whatever it was that Martha was wearing.
Taking advantage of a much cooler evening than we’d seen almost a week I set out to mow the lawn. Doing it I could see Elle had some of her panties and clothes on our wash line along with the kids bathing suits. It was something else to talk with her about upon her return. She took longer than I’d expected but it was worth the wait as she brought me a ‘treat’. All the kids headed for the playhouse and Elle and I took a seat under the smaller maple tree. She was wearing a pair of white shorts and as we settled down onto the lawn I could see a little yellow in her crotch area… which brought on the start of a bulge. My dilemma at that time was which topic did I want to start with in talking with Elle as I started in on my ‘treat’.
Having lived with Elle as long as I had by that I time knew she would, up to a point, allow herself to be ‘bribed’. With that in mind I decided on telling her about Bermuda first. Without going into any detail, after some initial hesitation, she relaxed and wanted to know the details of where we’d be staying. As I wrote earlier, I’d been given the brochures on the cottage colony where we’d be staying but had no idea where I’d put them. Sitting there and describing it as best I could I could see her getting excited about it. That was what I was hoping for. Her 'excitement' would be like ‘cash’ that I could ‘spend’ later on… or so I hoped.
As I remember it, there was a bit of a disagreement among the kids which caused Elle to get up to handle it. I made sure to keep an eye on her crotch as she started to get up and, at least at that moment, thought the yellow spot there had become enlarged. Normally, I didn’t participate in settling disagreements, especially when someone else’s kids were involved… but I followed her. We had to go out by the washline where I’d seen her panties and clothes hanging. It took but a few seconds to settle the matter with the kids and, while standing by the wash line pointed to her clothes. She made a face but didn’t say anything. I’d hoped she’d volunteer what had happened but it didn’t happen which meant I’d have to use some of my ‘cash’ from the Bermuda announcement.
Long story short… she’d taken the kids to the sailing club even though it wasn’t one of their scheduled days. Because of the extreme heat their lessons had been cancelled on Monday and this was a make-up lesson. Because of the change in schedule they didn’t have enough parents to act as chaperones and she volunteered to stay. When Elle told me that I knew where she was going with it… she expected to leave the girls off and to return home. Like they say, “accidents happen”, and especially to Elle when she’s not wearing some sort of ‘protection’. After it happened she found a way to get herself wet in the water. I was smiling when she was telling me and when she saw my smile she hit me on my arm. It was worth it to hear her tell me without me having to beg her to.
To be continued…
Thursday, July 18, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174j)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174j)
I’d left the purloined panties in the trunk of my car to dry out and retrieved them before heading for home. I was a bit mad at myself for not having done the inspection of them while still in the back yard. If I had I might’ve thought about checking the other panties. On the way home I gave some thought about taking another visit next door but quickly decided against it. There was always the chance that Elle might’ve gone over on her own and picked the wash up. I decided it was better to be safe than sorry… and I did have a pair of Martha’s.
It was truly refreshing to have the temperature at around 80 degrees and with little humidity when I got home. It told me that work on the race car that night would at least be somewhat comfortable. The wind was out of the North and the back side of the shop faced that direction. There were no buildings out there, only a farm field, so we’d have the advantage of any air movement that was around. The mood of the guys was definitely upbeat. There was some ‘chatter’ and some laughing which was decidedly different than on Monday night. Robob didn’t get there with the new rear end tube until it started to get dark. I was ready for him and the two of us tackled the job with vigor. We got it ready for Dick to weld the brackets that held it in the car in no time at all. All the other new parts were being installed by Cliffy, Alan, and yes, even Buster while we waited on Dick to finish.
Both the front and back doors were open and it seemed strange to see headlights pull right through the front door. It was "Fairlane John”. He seemed comfortable in talking with Cliffy, Dick and Alan but when Buster, Robob and I were nearby he seemed to ‘clam up’. So, with Dick busy welding it was only Alan and Cliffy who went over to his car. I caught a glance of him handing something to each of them. I could see his ever present cigar bouncing up and down in his mouth as he talked. He was a close friend of Cliffy’s father but none of the rest of us knew exactly what he did for a living. I’d never seen him other than behind the wheel of his hardtop convertible. When Dick finished up his work on the rear end he joined the other two with John.
It needed three of us to jockey the rear end under the car so it could be bolted in place It was while doing that we heard “Fairlane John” start his car and, as usual, rev up the motor like he was getting ready for a drag race. As heavy as that car was we joked that a VW mini bus would beat him. It was around 11pm when we started cleaning up around the car. Cliffy’s father had one hard and fast rule… don’t leave the shop unless every tool is back in place and the floors are swept up. Whenever Buster showed up the floor was his responsibility. The rest of us were sort of gathered around the car when Cliffy put a piece of paper on the hood of it. It was a flyer announcing a 100 mile open competition race at the brand new Dover (Delaware) International Raceway. I knew it was built for the big NASCAR race cars and that Richard Petty had won the first race held there just a short time ago. If we were going to race there we would be a whole different ‘breed’ of race car and we’d have no knowledge on how to prepare for it. Before I could say anything he said that if we wanted to go that “Fairlane John” would buy us the tires. Since tires were the main expense it certainly caught my attention. Cliffy went on to say he needed more information than was on the flyer but was looking for our thoughts on the possibility of attempting it. It would be only the second race held at the track and it would get a lot of publicity. Cliffy added that we might be able to get a sponsor for the race because of it. In looking back on that night I remember one thing more than any other… no one mentioned how much faster the cars would be going there than at the two other one mile tracks that were around. But, by the time we left for the night it was all but decided that we’d be going.
Sleeping that night was a pleasure. I didn’t even hear Elle’s alarms and never felt her get up to use the bathroom. It gave me hope that the interior of the bank would be a reasonable temperature when I got there. The women who had dressed to be comfortable (dresses and blouses with exposed shoulders) found themselves wishing they had a sweater to put on. Even with some wearing shorter hems on their skirts and dresses I honestly never really got a good panty peek. A couple of ‘flashes’ as Alice ran up the back stairs was about the extent of it. Lobby traffic (as well as vehicle traffic in town) increased with the lower temperature. I was glad to see things getting back to normal and when my friend, Paul, showed up it was like old times. The last time I’d seen him he was with a close friend of his wife’s who was the manager of a cottage colony on Bermuda. Paul had been given a five day vacation at the colony but with the launch of his new business (a newsletter focusing on high rates on Certificates of Deposit) was unable to go and had offered it to me. Elle and I’d been to Bermuda the previous Fall and, as much as we liked the place, there was no realistic way we could go again. Plus, we’d gone to Florida earlier in the year as guests of my parents. So, because I didn’t turn down the offer on an outright basis Paul was back to offer it to me again. Our main cost would be the airfare just like it was for the Florida trip… but it was still money that, up to then, I didn’t have.
Without talking to Elle I told Paul we’d take him up on the offer. It was for the second week of September, the last week of what the Bermuda tourism bureau called “the off season”. His friend had given me materials on the place when I met him but I had no idea what I’d done with them. But, it wasn’t all that important right at the moment. Getting the money from my grandmother’s account was now the priority so I could get the plane tickets. However, I was a bit reluctant to pester “Gee”, the Trustee/attorney, about the document he said he’d get for me. I thanked Paul, profusely, and told him I’d find a way to reciprocate. He told me not to worry about it and to make sure I had a good time while there. As far as I was concerned that was a ‘given’. As he walked out the front door it came to me that I hadn’t checked the vacation schedule to see if the days were available to me. I headed straight for the vacation list, holding my breath as I did. I had to check the dates Hobie had put in for knowing that he had preference. I was next in ‘rank’ with Bret and Trish following. My hope was that I didn’t have to bargain with either of them.
Things had been going too good on that day for that not to be a problem. Trish was the one who had penciled in that week for her vacation. Trish and I’d been working extremely well for an extended period of time. But, I still ‘walked on eggs’ any time I had to ask her to do something I knew she didn’t like to do. I knew this was going to be even more difficult. Time was of the essence for me so I steeled myself for a bit of a battle as I sat down at her desk. From the look on her face I could see she knew something was up. When she folded her arms across her chest I was tempted to get up and leave… but I didn’t.(74)
To be continued…
I’d left the purloined panties in the trunk of my car to dry out and retrieved them before heading for home. I was a bit mad at myself for not having done the inspection of them while still in the back yard. If I had I might’ve thought about checking the other panties. On the way home I gave some thought about taking another visit next door but quickly decided against it. There was always the chance that Elle might’ve gone over on her own and picked the wash up. I decided it was better to be safe than sorry… and I did have a pair of Martha’s.
It was truly refreshing to have the temperature at around 80 degrees and with little humidity when I got home. It told me that work on the race car that night would at least be somewhat comfortable. The wind was out of the North and the back side of the shop faced that direction. There were no buildings out there, only a farm field, so we’d have the advantage of any air movement that was around. The mood of the guys was definitely upbeat. There was some ‘chatter’ and some laughing which was decidedly different than on Monday night. Robob didn’t get there with the new rear end tube until it started to get dark. I was ready for him and the two of us tackled the job with vigor. We got it ready for Dick to weld the brackets that held it in the car in no time at all. All the other new parts were being installed by Cliffy, Alan, and yes, even Buster while we waited on Dick to finish.
Both the front and back doors were open and it seemed strange to see headlights pull right through the front door. It was "Fairlane John”. He seemed comfortable in talking with Cliffy, Dick and Alan but when Buster, Robob and I were nearby he seemed to ‘clam up’. So, with Dick busy welding it was only Alan and Cliffy who went over to his car. I caught a glance of him handing something to each of them. I could see his ever present cigar bouncing up and down in his mouth as he talked. He was a close friend of Cliffy’s father but none of the rest of us knew exactly what he did for a living. I’d never seen him other than behind the wheel of his hardtop convertible. When Dick finished up his work on the rear end he joined the other two with John.
It needed three of us to jockey the rear end under the car so it could be bolted in place It was while doing that we heard “Fairlane John” start his car and, as usual, rev up the motor like he was getting ready for a drag race. As heavy as that car was we joked that a VW mini bus would beat him. It was around 11pm when we started cleaning up around the car. Cliffy’s father had one hard and fast rule… don’t leave the shop unless every tool is back in place and the floors are swept up. Whenever Buster showed up the floor was his responsibility. The rest of us were sort of gathered around the car when Cliffy put a piece of paper on the hood of it. It was a flyer announcing a 100 mile open competition race at the brand new Dover (Delaware) International Raceway. I knew it was built for the big NASCAR race cars and that Richard Petty had won the first race held there just a short time ago. If we were going to race there we would be a whole different ‘breed’ of race car and we’d have no knowledge on how to prepare for it. Before I could say anything he said that if we wanted to go that “Fairlane John” would buy us the tires. Since tires were the main expense it certainly caught my attention. Cliffy went on to say he needed more information than was on the flyer but was looking for our thoughts on the possibility of attempting it. It would be only the second race held at the track and it would get a lot of publicity. Cliffy added that we might be able to get a sponsor for the race because of it. In looking back on that night I remember one thing more than any other… no one mentioned how much faster the cars would be going there than at the two other one mile tracks that were around. But, by the time we left for the night it was all but decided that we’d be going.
Sleeping that night was a pleasure. I didn’t even hear Elle’s alarms and never felt her get up to use the bathroom. It gave me hope that the interior of the bank would be a reasonable temperature when I got there. The women who had dressed to be comfortable (dresses and blouses with exposed shoulders) found themselves wishing they had a sweater to put on. Even with some wearing shorter hems on their skirts and dresses I honestly never really got a good panty peek. A couple of ‘flashes’ as Alice ran up the back stairs was about the extent of it. Lobby traffic (as well as vehicle traffic in town) increased with the lower temperature. I was glad to see things getting back to normal and when my friend, Paul, showed up it was like old times. The last time I’d seen him he was with a close friend of his wife’s who was the manager of a cottage colony on Bermuda. Paul had been given a five day vacation at the colony but with the launch of his new business (a newsletter focusing on high rates on Certificates of Deposit) was unable to go and had offered it to me. Elle and I’d been to Bermuda the previous Fall and, as much as we liked the place, there was no realistic way we could go again. Plus, we’d gone to Florida earlier in the year as guests of my parents. So, because I didn’t turn down the offer on an outright basis Paul was back to offer it to me again. Our main cost would be the airfare just like it was for the Florida trip… but it was still money that, up to then, I didn’t have.
Without talking to Elle I told Paul we’d take him up on the offer. It was for the second week of September, the last week of what the Bermuda tourism bureau called “the off season”. His friend had given me materials on the place when I met him but I had no idea what I’d done with them. But, it wasn’t all that important right at the moment. Getting the money from my grandmother’s account was now the priority so I could get the plane tickets. However, I was a bit reluctant to pester “Gee”, the Trustee/attorney, about the document he said he’d get for me. I thanked Paul, profusely, and told him I’d find a way to reciprocate. He told me not to worry about it and to make sure I had a good time while there. As far as I was concerned that was a ‘given’. As he walked out the front door it came to me that I hadn’t checked the vacation schedule to see if the days were available to me. I headed straight for the vacation list, holding my breath as I did. I had to check the dates Hobie had put in for knowing that he had preference. I was next in ‘rank’ with Bret and Trish following. My hope was that I didn’t have to bargain with either of them.
Things had been going too good on that day for that not to be a problem. Trish was the one who had penciled in that week for her vacation. Trish and I’d been working extremely well for an extended period of time. But, I still ‘walked on eggs’ any time I had to ask her to do something I knew she didn’t like to do. I knew this was going to be even more difficult. Time was of the essence for me so I steeled myself for a bit of a battle as I sat down at her desk. From the look on her face I could see she knew something was up. When she folded her arms across her chest I was tempted to get up and leave… but I didn’t.(74)
To be continued…
Monday, July 15, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174i)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174i)
Under normal circumstances I would’ve checked out the panties at my first opportunity… which was at the bottom of the driveway. But, out of habit I looked to my right to see if any cars were headed in my direction. I didn’t see any but I did see a tree had fallen in the cow pasture right across the road and it was laying on the wire fence which was used to keep the cows contained. Dick, (from the race car) and his brother owned the property but leased the cow pasture to the dairy which also occupied space on their property. To me it looked as if any cows wanted ‘out’ they would have a clear passage. So, instead of turning left I turned right and headed for Dick’s house. With him being a farmer I knew he’d be out in the fields somewhere. I figured I’d go up to the kitchen door and let Ra, his wife know. I know in past posts I’ve described the house and the unique living arrangements they shared with the previous owner. It was a victorian style house built around 1900 with a covered porch that ran three quarters of the way around it. The porch was very convenient in any number of ways and one of them was to use it to hang wash out to dry without much worry about the elements getting to them. The steps up to the kitchen door were showing their age which made me concentrate on where and how I stepped so I was looking down as I made my way up. Almost to the top I heard a bit of a squeal and I looked in that direction. It was Ra and she was hiding behind some of the wash. Ra was a tall woman, very thin with a huge mouth. Not pretty at all but truly a nice person she, as politely as she could, asked what I wanted. I didn’t know her all that well but I could tell she was really nervous. I told her a tree had taken down the fence in their South pasture and it needed to be looked at immediately. Still partially hidden, she started for the kitchen door. It was with her first movements that I realized she was in either a shortie nightgown or a large T-shirt. She kept heading for the door and as she did I heard her say “Thanks” and then waited to see her enter the house. Even somewhat unattractive women in panties could get my attention… and she did. I was able to see that she was wearing a pair of light yellow bikinis. There was no reason for me to stay so I turned to head down the steps. As I did I realized I had a slight bulge in my pants.
With that sight fresh on my mind I decided to inspect the panties from Martha and Maddie’s clothes line when I got to the end of the driveway. They were obviously well worn with the elastics pretty much ‘gone’. The disappointment came with the label… it was totally washed out. The waist elastic, which was sometimes a good indicator as to the maker, was a common type so I had no idea at all. At least I knew by the relative size they belonged to Martha. Looking at the stains in the crotch area also confirmed their age.
The first village I came to while headed to work gave me hope that power would be on at the bank when I got there. The stop light in the middle of town was working although only in the blinking mode. Driving down Main Street towards the bank I could see the time and temperature sign was lit but with the wrong time and the temperature showing 00. It would have to be completely reset and that was a royal pain to do. I pretty much knew the outside temperature was still in the 70’s but as soon as I walked inside it was like opening the door to a furnace. Mike, the messenger/custodian , confirmed that the air conditioner was running but past experiences told me it would take almost the whole day for anyone to really feel it. I made a ‘command decision’ and told Mike to open both the front and back doors at 9am with the idea that 70 something degree temperature would certainly beat the 80 something that was inside. Plus, it would get fresh air circulating a lot quicker. It was a very popular decision with the employees on the first floor.
The first ‘fall-out’ came from J J who worked on the second floor. All the windows in the bank had been sealed shut when the building was remodeled about six years before. Neither J J or I had been with the bank when that took place so I couldn’t give him a reason why. He wanted to get some fresh air to “his people” and “right away” and if he couldn’t he was going to “make some noise”. To me, it was typical J J… all bluster to impress the employees under him. I just walked away and watched him head up the stairs. It wasn’t but fifteen minutes later when I got a call from Moira who worked in Accounting. I could hear her ’snickering’ as she told me J J was trying to get his people to go to Bert, the president, and demand that the doors on the first floor be closed because if the second floor was going to “suffer” then the first should as well. I just sat there and shook my head. The doors were closed in a matter of minutes of Moira’s call not because of his demand but because the temperature outside was rising. All I could think of was how big a jerk J J could be. When I told Bret about it he, like me, stood and shook his head not believing what I’d told him. I told him that I blamed it on the heat… it had gotten to his mind.
It was the third Wednesday, Board meeting day. I had nothing going in for discussion as there was nothing new on the proposed branch. The only negative was that it meant “Polack Joe” would be there. He usually came with some ‘off the wall’ proposal or another. I just hoped it wouldn’t have anything to do with my part of the bank operation. “Gee”, the Trustee/attorney, would usually stop by my desk on his way to the meeting if he could. I was thankful that he liked me as he was a ‘buffer’ between me and “Polack Joe”. On this day, when he stopped, I decided to take advantage of his friendship and asked him what kind of proof I’d need to prove that the savings accounts Liz had uncovered were indeed meant for me and my brother. My father was taking care of getting the death certificates but there was the question about the name on them and the fact that my grandmother hadn’t changed her name on the accounts to her married name. When I told “Gee” about it, he laughed. My puzzled look prompted him to tell me that one of the retired Trustees was related to her and that he (“Gee”) would draft some sort of document to have him attest she was one and the same person. As he walked away I let out a sigh of relief as he said he’d do it as soon as he got back to his office. Two thousand dollars was a tremendous amount in 1969. I was on the phone to Stan, my stock broker, within minutes and told him to re-activate the order to buy on the National Car Rental stock offering when it was released. I’d been unsure when I’d originally given him the order but felt really confident now. He told me it would probably be on the first of the following week and should price at $12 a share. A quick calculation told me I’d still have $1,000 left… and I had plenty of time to think about what I wanted to do with it. It was a nice feeling to have!
To be continued…
Saturday, July 13, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174h)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174h)
This wasn’t the first time I’d been caught working on the race car when a thunderstorm came up. The previous Summer the same thing had happened and I pretty much knew where I’d find Elle and the kids when I got home. The storm was headed to the East and I was headed West which meant that by the time I pulled up to the garage the worst of it had passed. It was raining fairly heavily but the wind had abated and the lightning was only visible off to the East. As soon as I left the garage I could see that the electric power was off. I had to go past the Polish Catholic Church which was always well lit but it was dark. The flashing stoplight at the crossroad had also been out. With the house dark I took the flashlight I always had in the dash compartment with me as I went searching for Elle and the kids. My hunch had been right and they were huddled in the basement with a flashlight. Their reasoning was they wouldn’t see the lightning and the thunder would be muffled while down there. It was an ‘out of sight, out of mind’ belief.
By the time I’d gotten home the temperature had started to drop. Before leaving I’d checked the thermometer on the patio and it was still over 90. On the way into the house I checked it again and saw it was down into the 70’s. Another thing was that the air seemed ‘fresher’. It took me a few minutes to persuade the ‘crew’ to emerge from the cellar. Before headed down there Elle had the presence of mind to shut the windows so the house was not only hot but also stuffy. I checked outside and the rain was coming almost straight down so I went around and partially opened the windows facing East and South. The change in the temperature was certainly refreshing. It was around 10pm by that time and time for the girls to go to bed. However, they’d been traumatized to the point that they wanted to sleep with Elle. I was all for telling them an emphatic “NO!” but before I did Elle came up with the idea of sleeping on the living room floor, once again, with her sleeping on the sofa. I kept my ‘cool’ and told them it was a “one time thing” and not to expect it with every thunderstorm. I couldn’t see their faces all that well to observe how they took it but didn't care.
With no electricity we had to conserve our water since we used a well for it and needed power to pump it up to the holding tank. They’d been through the 'drill' a number of times in the past so pretty much understood. Elle went through the same thing about using the refrigerator. The door was to be opened only by her. By the time they lay down on top of their sleeping bags I could feel the change in the air in the house. But, it was still around the mid 80’s and not conducive for sleeping. Elle moved her rubber pad and beach towels to the living room sofa and I inherited the den couch for sleeping. It was a minor upgrade for me. Because sleep was hard to come by Elle had managed to stay dry by visiting the bathroom often. I remember her walking around in just her panties as she checked on the girls and wanted, oh so bad, to get picture of her… but didn’t even bring the subject up.
I was awake before 6am and knew I needed a shower. Because of working on the race car motor the night before I was filthy. I remember wondering how extensive the power outage was and how many employees would be faced with the same situation. As soon as I got up I went out to assess the damage and was pleasantly surprised that there were no big tree limbs down. Lots and lots of twigs and leaves were spread all over the lawn. I knew that would be time consuming to clean up as I made my way to the back of the property. I stood on the property line at the edge of the farm and considered myself lucky. Elle was up when I got back inside. The outside temperature was in the low 70 degree range and inside it was still around 80… but, without the humidity, tolerable. That got me to thinking about the bank. The only outside air we got other than from the heating and air conditioning was the two doors on the street level. We'd been borderline ’suffering’ before but now, if the power was off, it would be a major problem. It was not something to look forward to.
When Elle got up she asked if I’d checked on the neighbor’s house. I hadn’t and never gave it a thought. She ‘suggested’ that it might be a neighborly thing to do. I’d run some water and rubbed myself down to get off the surface dirt before getting dressed for work. As you know, the normal access to their yard was through the boxwood hedge. However, with the rain during the night and the fact that I’d not trimmed the opening in a while I didn’t want to use that way to do my inspection so went out the front door and over to their house via the front yard. There was a large Willow tree that I’ve written about from time to time that straddled the property line but was mostly on their property. A large limb had broken off in a Winter storm and had done damage to the Northwest corner of the house. I’d hoped it would serve as a hint that the tree should go but as I approached their house, there it stood.
As I’ve previously written, both houses were built around the same time and the similarities inside were many. However, our house was shingled and for the other one they'd used stucco. The stucco was painted with a beige color with the trim a chocolate brown. The house stood out from most others in the area because of it. Once past the tree and where I could see the house I had to stop and stare. Willow trees are notoriously ‘dirty’ and as I looked at the house I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The house had more green (from the leaves) than beige. The windows were the same. The leaves looked like they were glued on. Once over that surprise I continued on around to the back. There was nothing that stood out as being a problem. I was about to retrace my steps when I saw what looked like trash hung up on a couple of the bushes in the very back part of the yard. I wanted to get going to work to see what I’d be faced with but stopped and headed towards the back yard. After a few steps I recognized the ‘trash’ as clothes and looked to my right and had my answer. When the storm started I remembered it came with a burst of air followed by continuing high winds for a period of time. The washline that I’d taken the picture of was now in total disarray. Walking towards it I remembered the panties that were right in front and only saw one and it was hanging by a single clothespin. Some of the clothes that had been hung behind them were scattered on the ground for about ten feet. I couldn’t believe that I’d forgotten about them after taking the picture. I only stood there looking at the mess for a few seconds and then retreated towards the bush where I’d first spied the ‘trash’. I pulled a pair of panties out and stood there trying to decide what to do as time was flying by and I knew I had to get going. With the very wet panties in my hand I decided to leave all the rest of the wash as it was and head off to work. I did stop and stick my head in the kitchen door telling Elle that there was no damage. She waved me a ‘good bye’ and I was off.
To be continued…
This wasn’t the first time I’d been caught working on the race car when a thunderstorm came up. The previous Summer the same thing had happened and I pretty much knew where I’d find Elle and the kids when I got home. The storm was headed to the East and I was headed West which meant that by the time I pulled up to the garage the worst of it had passed. It was raining fairly heavily but the wind had abated and the lightning was only visible off to the East. As soon as I left the garage I could see that the electric power was off. I had to go past the Polish Catholic Church which was always well lit but it was dark. The flashing stoplight at the crossroad had also been out. With the house dark I took the flashlight I always had in the dash compartment with me as I went searching for Elle and the kids. My hunch had been right and they were huddled in the basement with a flashlight. Their reasoning was they wouldn’t see the lightning and the thunder would be muffled while down there. It was an ‘out of sight, out of mind’ belief.
By the time I’d gotten home the temperature had started to drop. Before leaving I’d checked the thermometer on the patio and it was still over 90. On the way into the house I checked it again and saw it was down into the 70’s. Another thing was that the air seemed ‘fresher’. It took me a few minutes to persuade the ‘crew’ to emerge from the cellar. Before headed down there Elle had the presence of mind to shut the windows so the house was not only hot but also stuffy. I checked outside and the rain was coming almost straight down so I went around and partially opened the windows facing East and South. The change in the temperature was certainly refreshing. It was around 10pm by that time and time for the girls to go to bed. However, they’d been traumatized to the point that they wanted to sleep with Elle. I was all for telling them an emphatic “NO!” but before I did Elle came up with the idea of sleeping on the living room floor, once again, with her sleeping on the sofa. I kept my ‘cool’ and told them it was a “one time thing” and not to expect it with every thunderstorm. I couldn’t see their faces all that well to observe how they took it but didn't care.
With no electricity we had to conserve our water since we used a well for it and needed power to pump it up to the holding tank. They’d been through the 'drill' a number of times in the past so pretty much understood. Elle went through the same thing about using the refrigerator. The door was to be opened only by her. By the time they lay down on top of their sleeping bags I could feel the change in the air in the house. But, it was still around the mid 80’s and not conducive for sleeping. Elle moved her rubber pad and beach towels to the living room sofa and I inherited the den couch for sleeping. It was a minor upgrade for me. Because sleep was hard to come by Elle had managed to stay dry by visiting the bathroom often. I remember her walking around in just her panties as she checked on the girls and wanted, oh so bad, to get picture of her… but didn’t even bring the subject up.
I was awake before 6am and knew I needed a shower. Because of working on the race car motor the night before I was filthy. I remember wondering how extensive the power outage was and how many employees would be faced with the same situation. As soon as I got up I went out to assess the damage and was pleasantly surprised that there were no big tree limbs down. Lots and lots of twigs and leaves were spread all over the lawn. I knew that would be time consuming to clean up as I made my way to the back of the property. I stood on the property line at the edge of the farm and considered myself lucky. Elle was up when I got back inside. The outside temperature was in the low 70 degree range and inside it was still around 80… but, without the humidity, tolerable. That got me to thinking about the bank. The only outside air we got other than from the heating and air conditioning was the two doors on the street level. We'd been borderline ’suffering’ before but now, if the power was off, it would be a major problem. It was not something to look forward to.
When Elle got up she asked if I’d checked on the neighbor’s house. I hadn’t and never gave it a thought. She ‘suggested’ that it might be a neighborly thing to do. I’d run some water and rubbed myself down to get off the surface dirt before getting dressed for work. As you know, the normal access to their yard was through the boxwood hedge. However, with the rain during the night and the fact that I’d not trimmed the opening in a while I didn’t want to use that way to do my inspection so went out the front door and over to their house via the front yard. There was a large Willow tree that I’ve written about from time to time that straddled the property line but was mostly on their property. A large limb had broken off in a Winter storm and had done damage to the Northwest corner of the house. I’d hoped it would serve as a hint that the tree should go but as I approached their house, there it stood.
As I’ve previously written, both houses were built around the same time and the similarities inside were many. However, our house was shingled and for the other one they'd used stucco. The stucco was painted with a beige color with the trim a chocolate brown. The house stood out from most others in the area because of it. Once past the tree and where I could see the house I had to stop and stare. Willow trees are notoriously ‘dirty’ and as I looked at the house I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The house had more green (from the leaves) than beige. The windows were the same. The leaves looked like they were glued on. Once over that surprise I continued on around to the back. There was nothing that stood out as being a problem. I was about to retrace my steps when I saw what looked like trash hung up on a couple of the bushes in the very back part of the yard. I wanted to get going to work to see what I’d be faced with but stopped and headed towards the back yard. After a few steps I recognized the ‘trash’ as clothes and looked to my right and had my answer. When the storm started I remembered it came with a burst of air followed by continuing high winds for a period of time. The washline that I’d taken the picture of was now in total disarray. Walking towards it I remembered the panties that were right in front and only saw one and it was hanging by a single clothespin. Some of the clothes that had been hung behind them were scattered on the ground for about ten feet. I couldn’t believe that I’d forgotten about them after taking the picture. I only stood there looking at the mess for a few seconds and then retreated towards the bush where I’d first spied the ‘trash’. I pulled a pair of panties out and stood there trying to decide what to do as time was flying by and I knew I had to get going. With the very wet panties in my hand I decided to leave all the rest of the wash as it was and head off to work. I did stop and stick my head in the kitchen door telling Elle that there was no damage. She waved me a ‘good bye’ and I was off.
To be continued…
Wednesday, July 10, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174g)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174g)
By the time I got both the ledger and signature cards there were customers at Joanie’s desk so, reluctantly, had to put the thoughts of my good fortune aside. I tried to get back to doing the research but by the time the noon siren was blowing I hadn't accomplished that much more. But, by then I had some other thoughts to contend with. I’d not call Junior about the neighbor women and Elle was holding on the phone for me. I got Joanie to come over to my desk and told her to tell Elle I’d call her when I got back from lunch, trusting that she’d put it in a way that didn’t make me seem like I was ‘ducking’ her… which I was. The other thoughts were more concerns than thoughts. First, should I tell my father about the two accounts that had been discovered and the second was should I tell Elle. Decisions… decisions… decisions…
I was holding for Junior to pick up the phone on his end when Lynda walked in. It was a rare treat to see her in the bank and I had a feeling it was important. Joanie was at lunch so I waved her on through the gate and pointed to the side chair beside my desk. She ignored that but came up to me and whispered that the stock sale had been delayed. I acknowledged it and she turned and walked back out. There was one thing that made her visit stand out and that was it was clearly obvious she wasn’t wearing a slip. As she made the turn for the front door I had a perfect silhouette of her lower half. That got my attention, for sure. I had to wait way longer than I’d wanted to talk with Junior and when I explained the situation I felt a bit embarrassed. He explained the absence as “family foolishness” and I could hear the tone of his voice change as he spoke those words. It was sort of a negative tone but I didn’t feel it was towards me. He went on that it should be all “sorted out” in a day or two. I told him I’d checked the house and all seemed OK. He closed by saying that he hoped to be out for the weekend. My next call was to Elle to get her ‘off my back’. She wanted to talk about it but I told her I was busy and hung up on her even knowing I’d pay for it later.
The news of the postponement on the stock purchase was greeted by me with mixed emotions. I’d not been all that excited about it to begin with and in making the decision to go with it I’d committed to selling a stock I liked but hadn’t performed all that well. This would give me time to sort it all out. I’d also not been to lunch and had missed my normal time. Bret was still out and Trish was due to go as soon as he returned. With lobby traffic still slow because of the heat I told her I was going to take a break and head for the Board room for a few minutes. I had all the materials that Liz had given me along with a pad hoping I’d be able to get an idea of exactly what it was that I had. Not to belabor the point I found the account(s) had been opened right after our births with a $100 deposit. It appeared that a short time after each of our birthdays another $100 was deposited. In my case the last deposit was made right after my 20th birthday. In the account for my brother the deposit was made in the same year but at that time he would’ve been 17 years old. Then, after that, it appeared the only activity was to have the earned interest posted in the passbooks at the end of each year. Looking at the ledger cards it showed the last activity to have been in December 1958, hence the accounts showing up as abandoned as of January 1, 1969. Liz had told me the bank had an additional six months to make contact with the depositors by running an advertisement in the local paper. If that didn’t generate anything the money would be sent to the state… and that’s where the bank was when Liz spoke to me.
Not wanting to get too excited about my ‘windfall’, I sat there trying to decide the course of action I should take. I knew enough about the banking law to know the money was legally mine if I could prove the owner of the account was, indeed, my grandmother. The more I thought about it the more I was convinced I’d have to go to my father and get him to sign documents attesting to it. I still can’t come up with the reason for my trepidation. It didn’t end there as I still had to figure what to do about telling Elle.
Because my brother was a part of the discovery I finally decided to let my father know about the accounts. I called after we’d let the employees go which was about 4pm. Before I could even get to the point of the call he told me the heat wave would be coming to an end, probably before morning. That was definitely good news! When I told him of the accounts and how they’d been set up I could hear him chuckle. I asked what was funny. He declined to answer saying that it just sounded like something his mother would do and said he’d get the paperwork necessary to release the money to my brother and I. Hearing that I decided to just let the subject go and if circumstances allowed, pursue it then. That left me only the decision of whether to tell Elle or not. I didn’t make up my mind until I pulled up the driveway.
It was pretty much the same scene as the day before with the sprinkler going in the back yard and Elle on the chaise. As soon as Elle saw my car she popped up from her lounging position and was by my car door before I could get the key from the ignition switch. Her reason was to hear about what Junior had to say about his sister and wife and their reason for leaving without saying anything. She wasn’t mad like I’d expected but seemed sincere in her interest. I told her the same word that Junior had given to me… that it was “family business”. When I told her that Junior planned to come out to the house on the weekend I could see her relax a bit as she let me get out of the car.
My one weekly duty with the race car had become changing the rod bearings in the motor. I’d worked out a way to do it by myself and actually liked it better that way. While eating supper I allowed myself to wander from the family to the race car. It came to me that as long as the other crew members were working on various components of the car I’d be unable to do what I had to do. When the guys left the previous night it was agreed we’d show up on Wednesday when Cliffy had assembled all the replacement parts. It made sense to me that if I went that night I’d have the shop to myself and decided that I’d go... even with the heat. When I told Elle… that’s when she got mad... and I decided not to tell her about the money.
When I arrived at the garage it was locked, as expected. Cliffy’s parents lived in the house right next door to the shop so I headed there to see if I could get in. I’d known the man since I was eight years old and, as a close friend of Cliffy, had spent quite a few nights with the family… so he gave me the keys. I opened both the large front and rear doors hoping for a little breeze and then started in. I’d gotten the job down to taking under two hours. To give myself a challenge I tried to beat the previous best time. On this night I barely beat it and was putting the tools away when I felt a gush of wind blow from the back of the shop to the front. By the time I got everything in order I could hear thunder coming from the back (North) side of the building. I was going to have to close the door anyway so headed in that direction. Just as I arrived I saw one of the biggest flashes of lightning I'd seen in my life followed almost immediately by an explosion of thunder. Even as a young boy, lightning and thunder never bothered me but I have to admit… this time was different. Knowing Elle’s history with thunder storms I got both doors down, locked the door and headed home not knowing what I’d find when I got there.
To be continued…
By the time I got both the ledger and signature cards there were customers at Joanie’s desk so, reluctantly, had to put the thoughts of my good fortune aside. I tried to get back to doing the research but by the time the noon siren was blowing I hadn't accomplished that much more. But, by then I had some other thoughts to contend with. I’d not call Junior about the neighbor women and Elle was holding on the phone for me. I got Joanie to come over to my desk and told her to tell Elle I’d call her when I got back from lunch, trusting that she’d put it in a way that didn’t make me seem like I was ‘ducking’ her… which I was. The other thoughts were more concerns than thoughts. First, should I tell my father about the two accounts that had been discovered and the second was should I tell Elle. Decisions… decisions… decisions…
I was holding for Junior to pick up the phone on his end when Lynda walked in. It was a rare treat to see her in the bank and I had a feeling it was important. Joanie was at lunch so I waved her on through the gate and pointed to the side chair beside my desk. She ignored that but came up to me and whispered that the stock sale had been delayed. I acknowledged it and she turned and walked back out. There was one thing that made her visit stand out and that was it was clearly obvious she wasn’t wearing a slip. As she made the turn for the front door I had a perfect silhouette of her lower half. That got my attention, for sure. I had to wait way longer than I’d wanted to talk with Junior and when I explained the situation I felt a bit embarrassed. He explained the absence as “family foolishness” and I could hear the tone of his voice change as he spoke those words. It was sort of a negative tone but I didn’t feel it was towards me. He went on that it should be all “sorted out” in a day or two. I told him I’d checked the house and all seemed OK. He closed by saying that he hoped to be out for the weekend. My next call was to Elle to get her ‘off my back’. She wanted to talk about it but I told her I was busy and hung up on her even knowing I’d pay for it later.
The news of the postponement on the stock purchase was greeted by me with mixed emotions. I’d not been all that excited about it to begin with and in making the decision to go with it I’d committed to selling a stock I liked but hadn’t performed all that well. This would give me time to sort it all out. I’d also not been to lunch and had missed my normal time. Bret was still out and Trish was due to go as soon as he returned. With lobby traffic still slow because of the heat I told her I was going to take a break and head for the Board room for a few minutes. I had all the materials that Liz had given me along with a pad hoping I’d be able to get an idea of exactly what it was that I had. Not to belabor the point I found the account(s) had been opened right after our births with a $100 deposit. It appeared that a short time after each of our birthdays another $100 was deposited. In my case the last deposit was made right after my 20th birthday. In the account for my brother the deposit was made in the same year but at that time he would’ve been 17 years old. Then, after that, it appeared the only activity was to have the earned interest posted in the passbooks at the end of each year. Looking at the ledger cards it showed the last activity to have been in December 1958, hence the accounts showing up as abandoned as of January 1, 1969. Liz had told me the bank had an additional six months to make contact with the depositors by running an advertisement in the local paper. If that didn’t generate anything the money would be sent to the state… and that’s where the bank was when Liz spoke to me.
Not wanting to get too excited about my ‘windfall’, I sat there trying to decide the course of action I should take. I knew enough about the banking law to know the money was legally mine if I could prove the owner of the account was, indeed, my grandmother. The more I thought about it the more I was convinced I’d have to go to my father and get him to sign documents attesting to it. I still can’t come up with the reason for my trepidation. It didn’t end there as I still had to figure what to do about telling Elle.
Because my brother was a part of the discovery I finally decided to let my father know about the accounts. I called after we’d let the employees go which was about 4pm. Before I could even get to the point of the call he told me the heat wave would be coming to an end, probably before morning. That was definitely good news! When I told him of the accounts and how they’d been set up I could hear him chuckle. I asked what was funny. He declined to answer saying that it just sounded like something his mother would do and said he’d get the paperwork necessary to release the money to my brother and I. Hearing that I decided to just let the subject go and if circumstances allowed, pursue it then. That left me only the decision of whether to tell Elle or not. I didn’t make up my mind until I pulled up the driveway.
It was pretty much the same scene as the day before with the sprinkler going in the back yard and Elle on the chaise. As soon as Elle saw my car she popped up from her lounging position and was by my car door before I could get the key from the ignition switch. Her reason was to hear about what Junior had to say about his sister and wife and their reason for leaving without saying anything. She wasn’t mad like I’d expected but seemed sincere in her interest. I told her the same word that Junior had given to me… that it was “family business”. When I told her that Junior planned to come out to the house on the weekend I could see her relax a bit as she let me get out of the car.
My one weekly duty with the race car had become changing the rod bearings in the motor. I’d worked out a way to do it by myself and actually liked it better that way. While eating supper I allowed myself to wander from the family to the race car. It came to me that as long as the other crew members were working on various components of the car I’d be unable to do what I had to do. When the guys left the previous night it was agreed we’d show up on Wednesday when Cliffy had assembled all the replacement parts. It made sense to me that if I went that night I’d have the shop to myself and decided that I’d go... even with the heat. When I told Elle… that’s when she got mad... and I decided not to tell her about the money.
When I arrived at the garage it was locked, as expected. Cliffy’s parents lived in the house right next door to the shop so I headed there to see if I could get in. I’d known the man since I was eight years old and, as a close friend of Cliffy, had spent quite a few nights with the family… so he gave me the keys. I opened both the large front and rear doors hoping for a little breeze and then started in. I’d gotten the job down to taking under two hours. To give myself a challenge I tried to beat the previous best time. On this night I barely beat it and was putting the tools away when I felt a gush of wind blow from the back of the shop to the front. By the time I got everything in order I could hear thunder coming from the back (North) side of the building. I was going to have to close the door anyway so headed in that direction. Just as I arrived I saw one of the biggest flashes of lightning I'd seen in my life followed almost immediately by an explosion of thunder. Even as a young boy, lightning and thunder never bothered me but I have to admit… this time was different. Knowing Elle’s history with thunder storms I got both doors down, locked the door and headed home not knowing what I’d find when I got there.
To be continued…
Monday, July 08, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174f)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174f)
There was no way I was going to pull the tab and develop the picture right then. I’d taken quite a bit of time after my inspection of the garage to run back home to get the camera and I knew Elle would be coming, at least to the hedge opening, to look for me. I didn’t know what to do with the camera only knowing I didn’t want Elle to see me with it. I made the decision to leave the camera on the neighbor’s side of the hedge when I went back to our yard. I made the right decision as Elle was almost to the opening when I pushed my way through. As expected, Elle wanted to know what I’d seen… and why it took so long. I made up a story of having checked all the windows since I hadn’t seen the car in the garage. I quickly added my theory about the women possibly off shopping and “making it a day”. It was obvious she didn’t agree and I hoped that ended the conversation. But she insisted that I call the number that Mattie’s sister had given me. There was no point in arguing if I was going to get anything to eat. I made the call only to get a recorded message. He’d given me his work number. Elle was not happy!
Elle had decided, again, it was too hot to cook and had made up some tuna salad for supper. While eating I got a call from Dick asking for a ride to the garage which generated some ‘asides’ from Elle about being crazy to even think about working on the car in the heat we had. I was in my car and starting to leave when I remembered the camera that I’d hidden in the neighbor’s side of the hedge. Getting out of the car I hoped Elle was busy doing something away from the kitchen window because I had to cross right in front of it to retrieve the camera. I made straight for it and back never once looking in the window. I had my fingers crossed as I drove away. I stopped at the foot of Dick’s driveway to pull the tab and to look at the picture. As I said at the end of the last post it didn’t turn out as well as I’d hoped but it was good enough to add to the pictures hidden in with my stash of panties.
By the time we got the somewhat wrecked race car off the hauler, into the garage and up on jack stands there wasn’t much of my clothes that weren’t wet. It was the same for all the crew. I’d had the advantage of being in a somewhat air conditioned building all day whereas Dick had spent the day in the sun out on his farm and Cliffy had been at the garage all day. There was little ‘small talk’ as we’d pretty much looked over the car after the race and had a good idea of what had to be done. We all had an area to ‘attack’ with mine being the rear end. The left rear tire was blown and the rim ruined indicating how hard a hit it had taken. A cursory view of the rest of the rear seemed to indicate it was OK. But, Cliffy having been racing for far longer than I had, told me he wanted to measure it to make sure it was square. I thought it was a waste of time but I did it with Alan’s help. When we finished it up we found the tube was bent back about 3/4 of an inch. Not good news for two reasons… we didn’t have a spare tube and to get one would probably take a couple of days. Not only that but it would cost us money we were counting on to keep us in tires. It was so miserable in the garage that Cliffy finally told us to get all the broken and/or bent parts off the car and then head for home hoping the heat wave would break by Wednesday. Before we left he called PeeWee who sold quick change rear ends and found out he could have the part we needed to his place by Wednesday. Robob, who lived and worked West of where PeeWee lived, said he’d pick it up for us potentially saving time. I was certainly glad to hear that.
It was another long night trying to sleep. The kids had been pretty good about the conditions but their patience was wearing thin. We only had one fan and by the time we got around to thinking about getting more fans it was too late. If I’d been thinking I would’ve brought the two we were using on the banking floor home with me there were none left in the local stores. When I walked in I found the three girls stretched out on the living room floor on top of their sleeping bags with the fan sitting on the piano bench blowing across the top of them. Elle had decided they could all sleep there since it was the biggest room and and the fan would do the most good. With all the windows open it was a few degrees cooler than the second floor as well but still uncomfortable. We debated about sleeping in the den as there were eight windows. Our thinking was that if there was any wind at all it would waift over us and, if not, we’d still get a little movement of air from the fan. Basically, Elle did the same thing on the sofa as she’d done on the bed the night before what with the rubber/flannel covered pad and the beach towels. I have to say that seeing her lying on the sofa in just her panties and like a crop top was pretty inviting… enough for me to think about a picture. But, as soon as I opened my mouth she knew what I was going to say and… there ended up being no picture.
After a fitful night of sleep I headed off to work with an admonition from Elle to call Junior. I happened to walk in the door with Liz who asked if I could come over to her desk. It was usually me to ask her for help but I was more than willing. It was still fifteen minutes until the doors opened to the public. She handed me a list of names and pointed at one and asked if I knew anything about her. I did… it was my grandmother only it was her maiden name. I asked what the list was about and she told me it was the abandoned property list she had to forward to the state. Any accounts that had no activity for ten years had to be reported to the state and the amounts in the accounts along with it. After she told me that I looked down at the amount next to her name and it was over two thousand dollars. When my grandmother had died my father was the executor of her estate and had told me that neither my brother or I were named in it. I didn’t think that much about it. While standing there I asked Liz if she had any more information on the account. She said she could pull the old ledger and signature cards we’d used before putting everything on line at the data center and would get it for me later. I didn’t dwell on it thinking that I’d let my father know later on that day. However, when she brought the card to me it took my breath away. The title on the card had my name on it as a beneficiary. I immediately remembered the dollar amount I saw listed on the report and started thinking about what I could do with the money. The immediate use would be to pay pro the stock I’d authorized Stan to buy for me without having to sell any other stock. I liked that idea!
To be continued…
There was no way I was going to pull the tab and develop the picture right then. I’d taken quite a bit of time after my inspection of the garage to run back home to get the camera and I knew Elle would be coming, at least to the hedge opening, to look for me. I didn’t know what to do with the camera only knowing I didn’t want Elle to see me with it. I made the decision to leave the camera on the neighbor’s side of the hedge when I went back to our yard. I made the right decision as Elle was almost to the opening when I pushed my way through. As expected, Elle wanted to know what I’d seen… and why it took so long. I made up a story of having checked all the windows since I hadn’t seen the car in the garage. I quickly added my theory about the women possibly off shopping and “making it a day”. It was obvious she didn’t agree and I hoped that ended the conversation. But she insisted that I call the number that Mattie’s sister had given me. There was no point in arguing if I was going to get anything to eat. I made the call only to get a recorded message. He’d given me his work number. Elle was not happy!
Elle had decided, again, it was too hot to cook and had made up some tuna salad for supper. While eating I got a call from Dick asking for a ride to the garage which generated some ‘asides’ from Elle about being crazy to even think about working on the car in the heat we had. I was in my car and starting to leave when I remembered the camera that I’d hidden in the neighbor’s side of the hedge. Getting out of the car I hoped Elle was busy doing something away from the kitchen window because I had to cross right in front of it to retrieve the camera. I made straight for it and back never once looking in the window. I had my fingers crossed as I drove away. I stopped at the foot of Dick’s driveway to pull the tab and to look at the picture. As I said at the end of the last post it didn’t turn out as well as I’d hoped but it was good enough to add to the pictures hidden in with my stash of panties.
By the time we got the somewhat wrecked race car off the hauler, into the garage and up on jack stands there wasn’t much of my clothes that weren’t wet. It was the same for all the crew. I’d had the advantage of being in a somewhat air conditioned building all day whereas Dick had spent the day in the sun out on his farm and Cliffy had been at the garage all day. There was little ‘small talk’ as we’d pretty much looked over the car after the race and had a good idea of what had to be done. We all had an area to ‘attack’ with mine being the rear end. The left rear tire was blown and the rim ruined indicating how hard a hit it had taken. A cursory view of the rest of the rear seemed to indicate it was OK. But, Cliffy having been racing for far longer than I had, told me he wanted to measure it to make sure it was square. I thought it was a waste of time but I did it with Alan’s help. When we finished it up we found the tube was bent back about 3/4 of an inch. Not good news for two reasons… we didn’t have a spare tube and to get one would probably take a couple of days. Not only that but it would cost us money we were counting on to keep us in tires. It was so miserable in the garage that Cliffy finally told us to get all the broken and/or bent parts off the car and then head for home hoping the heat wave would break by Wednesday. Before we left he called PeeWee who sold quick change rear ends and found out he could have the part we needed to his place by Wednesday. Robob, who lived and worked West of where PeeWee lived, said he’d pick it up for us potentially saving time. I was certainly glad to hear that.
It was another long night trying to sleep. The kids had been pretty good about the conditions but their patience was wearing thin. We only had one fan and by the time we got around to thinking about getting more fans it was too late. If I’d been thinking I would’ve brought the two we were using on the banking floor home with me there were none left in the local stores. When I walked in I found the three girls stretched out on the living room floor on top of their sleeping bags with the fan sitting on the piano bench blowing across the top of them. Elle had decided they could all sleep there since it was the biggest room and and the fan would do the most good. With all the windows open it was a few degrees cooler than the second floor as well but still uncomfortable. We debated about sleeping in the den as there were eight windows. Our thinking was that if there was any wind at all it would waift over us and, if not, we’d still get a little movement of air from the fan. Basically, Elle did the same thing on the sofa as she’d done on the bed the night before what with the rubber/flannel covered pad and the beach towels. I have to say that seeing her lying on the sofa in just her panties and like a crop top was pretty inviting… enough for me to think about a picture. But, as soon as I opened my mouth she knew what I was going to say and… there ended up being no picture.
After a fitful night of sleep I headed off to work with an admonition from Elle to call Junior. I happened to walk in the door with Liz who asked if I could come over to her desk. It was usually me to ask her for help but I was more than willing. It was still fifteen minutes until the doors opened to the public. She handed me a list of names and pointed at one and asked if I knew anything about her. I did… it was my grandmother only it was her maiden name. I asked what the list was about and she told me it was the abandoned property list she had to forward to the state. Any accounts that had no activity for ten years had to be reported to the state and the amounts in the accounts along with it. After she told me that I looked down at the amount next to her name and it was over two thousand dollars. When my grandmother had died my father was the executor of her estate and had told me that neither my brother or I were named in it. I didn’t think that much about it. While standing there I asked Liz if she had any more information on the account. She said she could pull the old ledger and signature cards we’d used before putting everything on line at the data center and would get it for me later. I didn’t dwell on it thinking that I’d let my father know later on that day. However, when she brought the card to me it took my breath away. The title on the card had my name on it as a beneficiary. I immediately remembered the dollar amount I saw listed on the report and started thinking about what I could do with the money. The immediate use would be to pay pro the stock I’d authorized Stan to buy for me without having to sell any other stock. I liked that idea!
To be continued…
Saturday, July 06, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... &more (Part 174e)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174e)
When Stan heard voices behind him he turned, saw me and motioned me into his space. Lynda made a ‘face’ and with a twinkle in her eye said something along the lines of “… and I thought you came to see me…”. That made me blush even more. He handed me a research paper on a company called National Car Rental. I’d never heard of it and told him so. I remember him telling me that was the reason for giving me the material. The company was new and was trying a different approach. He said he thought it was worth taking a chance on. I told him I’d have to think about it as I really didn’t have any money readily available. I had a fair amount still in my trust fund but Elle and I’d decided that was for an emergency. I’d already ‘raided’ it to buy stock and although I’d done well with the choices was reluctant to go deeper into it. I hadn’t told Stan about the trust so when he continued to ‘push’ the stock I was tempted. However, before he went he offered up an alternative which, in itself, was a lesson in investing. He stated that you can lever lose when you sell a stock with a profit. It becomes yours. He acknowledged that the stock could always go higher but that’s never a “given. On the other hand, taking a look at the stocks you own and selling one or more that isn’t producing that well gives you the opportunity to buy one that has more potential. The stock offering was to be around $12 a share and I agreed to take a look at my holdings. I had one that had been ‘flat’ for the whole time I owned it. The proceeds from the sale wouldn’t cover the cost but it would be close. I opted to do it since almost everything Stan had exposed me to had done well.
I’d left my briefcase at the bank and debated with myself if it was worth going back inside to get it. I knew the chances of needing anything in it were almost zero… but, being a creature of habit, stopped in. I expected to see Bret at his desk but there was no one there. A quick ‘turn’ around the floor didn’t turn his presence up either. It upset me because Bret, if nothing else, was trustworthy. Now concerned, I headed up the stairs. Nearing the top I was looking for Lynne but she wasn’t at the switchboard. I hadn’t paid much attention to just how much time I’d spent at the brokerage but a glance at my watch gave me the answer. It was after 5pm. That discovery was a relief and I started to head back down the stairs. Then I heard some strange, muffled sounds from the top of the stairs. I took the last four steps to the top step and stopped… and listened. J J’s office was on the other side of the elevator. I was pretty much hiding from view of anyone from over in the direction of J J’s office. The muffled sound I heard then was more of a moan and I then took the step up onto the floor. The sound continued and I took a few more steps until I could confirm it was coming from J J’s office… and then the picture became clear to me.
There had been ‘whispers’ about J J and Lynne, his secretary. Then, Lynne was supposedly sick and went on a leave of absence. It was while she was away that I, while trying to locate some important paperwork for “Gee” the Trustee/attorney, came across a picture of Lynne in just her underwear. Seeing that picture had pretty much solidified the rumors that I’d heard and definitely added credence to the one rumor that she’d been pregnant and not sick during her leave of absence. Standing in front of the elevator door and looking at the door to J J’s office I remember smiling… and made my way back down the stairs and on out the back door. (BTW: I didn’t go pick up my briefcase)
As it turned out I got home earlier than usual. Elle had the lawn chaise set up in the backyard out by the kid’s playhouse. She also had the oscillating sprinkler going with each pass putting water on her legs. She was in a bathing suit as were the kids. The back of my shirt was wet from the drive home and seeing them at least looking cool made me want to join them. I headed over to say “hello…” but Elle stood up and met me half way. The look on her face told me she was upset about something. She wasted no time telling me that she hadn’t seen Mattie, Martha and their kids all day and that she went over to see if everything was OK and no one answered the door. Elle told me she’d taken the kids for their sailing lessons but some of the other mothers felt it was too hot and talked the instructor into cancelling for the day. Back at home, when the neighbor’s kids didn’t come over after lunch she said she became concerned. Without saying it I could tell she wanted me to follow up on the situation.
About the last thing I wanted to do was be labeled a ‘nosy neighbor’. However, when Martha’s husband, Junior, took his mother back to the city he gave me his phone number asking me to “keep an eye and ear open” for any obvious problems at the house. I didn’t feel this was a situation that warranted a call and told Elle that she should be the one to do it. The look on her face told me she didn’t want to do it. I remember walking to the house to change my clothes just shaking my head wondering why she was so concerned. Surprisingly, she followed me up the stairs and was almost pleading with me to call. Weakening a bit I asked how many times she’d gone over to check at the house. She gave me one of those weak smiles that you often get from women when they’re asked something simple and don’t have an answer. I asked if she’d checked the garage and she, weakly, shook her head from side to side. I told her I’d go over and check again and while I was there also check the garage. That seemed to please her a bit. I asked if she wanted to go with me and she readily declined.
My main concern at that time was having to go to unload the race car and to assess the damage. As hot as it was I was definitely not looking forward to that. Elle went back out to where the kids were in the back yard and I went through the hedge into the neighbor’s yard. I can’t give you a reason but I headed right for the garage and looked through the window. No car. In my mind that pretty much ended it and deduced that the women had gone on a shopping trip or were doing some sightseeing on their own. I never passed up a chance to take a look at a wash line, especially when I knew the people weren’t home. It took but a few steps and I can tell you I was ‘blown away’ at what I saw. I hadn’t really thought about it as chaotic as the previous evening had become but it was obvious that Mattie had done some wash before leaving. The first thought was why she’d done more than just rinse out the soiled clothes from the night before but there were a lot more clothes there than what they’d been wearing. By my count there were at least six panties with four staring me right in the face. I went into a mini panic as I definitely wanted a picture of them. However, there was Elle to contend with.
I made my way back through the hedge and could see Elle was busily picking up the kids toys in the back yard. I made a dash for the kitchen door and, once inside, grabbed the camera. I didn’t dare go back out the way I’d come in so decided on the front door. I had a bit of a struggle to get it opened but finally did. I ran across the front yard of both houses and into their back yard. I was now perspiring profusely and was already trying to come up with an excuse by the time I was in front of the wash line. I guess there were a couple of reasons why the picture didn’t come out a clearly as it should’ve but here is the end result…
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| Mattie's wash line |
To be continued…
Thursday, July 04, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174d)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174d)
The temperature at 11pm was still in the high 80’s and there wasn’t even a whisper of wind. Elle took a shower and headed up the stairs while I made sure every window was open. It was a waste of time taking my shower because I was perspiring by the time I hit the top step of the stairs. I took a look at Elle and almost couldn’t believe my eyes. All she was wearing was the top from an old cotton short set and panties The was no sheet over her and what was even more interesting was I recognized a beach towel under her. I had to ask. She’d decided it was too hot for her ‘package’ and the full plastic panties that were a part of it. She told me she’d pulled the rubber/flannel pad out from under the bottom sheet and put it on top with two beach towels to soak up her pee if she didn’t wake up and make it to the bathroom when her alarms went off. I thought it was pretty bold of her as I looked down and saw she’d conceded to wearing her cotton Spanky pants. Climbing in beside her I knew there would be no ’snuggling’ on this night.
I was awake to hear the first two of Elle’s alarms. Sleep was just about impossible. When leaving the house for work the temperature was 85 degrees and there was still no sign of wind. Driving to work there was one thing to look forward to and that was the air conditioning… or so I thought. When the renovation was done and a second floor added they didn’t plan for an extended heat wave. On Friday, the first real signs of it had showed we were barely able to keep the temperature at a reasonable level. Over the weekend and with the temperature over 90 degrees during the day it hadn’t been able to keep up. A look at the thermostat showed it was already over 80 degrees. It didn’t take long for the employees to start complaining. The dress code had been eased a few years earlier and it hadn’t been abused. The skirt and dress hems had remained ‘reasonable’ and I had no idea of what else could be done to make the employees more comfortable. Bret and I were the only males on the first floor and we could take off our jackets. It was going to be a long day.
Heat rises and it sure did in this building. The men could ditch their jackets but there wasn’t much that could be done for the women. Bert, the president, called Hobie and I to his office to see if there wasn’t something that could be done. The only thing we could come up with was to get some fans. We dispatched Mike, the messenger/custodian to go to the hardware store but he was too late as they were sold out. I had him check at the Sears store and then sent him to the first of the ‘Big Box’ stores that had opened up on the ‘by pass’. The only one to make a big deal of the situation was, as could be expected, J J, the Vice President in charge of mortgages. He’d been relatively ‘quiet’ in recent times but wasn’t on this day as he was agitating the employees about it. To put it bluntly, it pissed me off. Trish made me aware of it and when he didn’t pick up his phone I made my way up the stairs to find him. As I’ve written in the past, the telephone receptionist was located in the mezzanine area right at the top of the stairs. Over time, by using the stairs, I’d managed to get some good panty peeks. That was not what was on my mind as I reached the top step. However, once there that changed. Lynne, J J’s secretary, was the back-up for the switchboard. She had always ‘pushed the envelope’ as far as wearing short skirts/dresses was concerned and on this day she’d taken it to a new level. Sitting there she’d pulled the hem of her dress up into her lap… and that always elusive little triangle was there to be observed. She was busy with the phones so, when I stopped on the top step she paid me no attention. If there was anything that could’ve calmed me down at that time… that was it.
Mike was able to get his hands on six small fans. We put two behind the tellers and the other four went to J J to distribute. They were enough to shut him up… at least for a while. The customers didn’t make much of the heat inside the building with one saying that, compared to being outside, it was “very comfortable”, or something close to it. However, I had it in mind to let most of the employees leave early. I cleared it with Bert, Hobie and JJ with the only caveats being someone had to be there to man the phones until 5pm with at least one knowledgeable person from the banking floor and from the mortgage department to be able to answer potential questions. When I asked for volunteers there were two surprises when Bret and J J said they’d stay. I told Lorie to initiate the daily proof beginning at 2:30pm. When the word got out there was a definite pick-up in staff attitude. To me, it was only fair.
It was around 3:30pm when the word went out that the tellers were in proof and at 3:35pm the only people left on the first floor were Bret and I. Out of habit, before leaving, I went to get my brief case. As I did my phone rang. Again, out of habit I looked over to Joanie’s desk expecting her to take the call so I could leave… but there was no Joanie. The call was from Stan, my stock broker, calling to ask if I had any money available. I didn’t but having him calling to ask was a signal to me that he had some interesting stock for me to invest in and I wanted to know what it was. I asked if I could stop over to talk about it. I truly wasn’t thinking about Lynda at that moment but when I walked into the office I surely was.
Four days of 90+ degree days in a row was taking it’s toll in many ways. The building that the brokerage was located in had been built around the turn of the century before insulation. When I opened the door there was little difference between the outside air and what was inside. The fans they had were bigger that what Mike had been able to purchase and I could feel the volume of air being pushed. Just feeling the air moving was a help. When I walked in I immediately looked to my right. I knew the office work area was to be slightly remodeled. Linda had told me it was to give her and Ruthe more surface area to work with but I hadn’t been there in a while. Standing just inside the doorway I could see Linda’s desk had been removed and replaced with a counter at desk top height. It ran the entire length (about 10 feet) of the low partition that separated Linda’s space from her boss, Stan. The area underneath it was completely open with no cabinets to obstruct her ability to roll her chair from end to end. Standing there I could see that Linda had done basically the same thing that Lynne (at the bank) had done with her skirt and rolled it up into her lap… and I could see a wisp of pale blue on her hip. When she saw me she immediately turned towards me. But, to get her chair to turn she had to push off with her right foot which opened up the space between her knees… and gave me a momentary unobstructed view of her crotch. It was an involuntary reaction that covered my face and Lynda picked up on it immediately. She pushed herself over towards where I was standing and just as she got there spread her knees. I knew this was on purpose and I smiled which caused her to blush… and that caused me to blush as well.
To be continued…
The temperature at 11pm was still in the high 80’s and there wasn’t even a whisper of wind. Elle took a shower and headed up the stairs while I made sure every window was open. It was a waste of time taking my shower because I was perspiring by the time I hit the top step of the stairs. I took a look at Elle and almost couldn’t believe my eyes. All she was wearing was the top from an old cotton short set and panties The was no sheet over her and what was even more interesting was I recognized a beach towel under her. I had to ask. She’d decided it was too hot for her ‘package’ and the full plastic panties that were a part of it. She told me she’d pulled the rubber/flannel pad out from under the bottom sheet and put it on top with two beach towels to soak up her pee if she didn’t wake up and make it to the bathroom when her alarms went off. I thought it was pretty bold of her as I looked down and saw she’d conceded to wearing her cotton Spanky pants. Climbing in beside her I knew there would be no ’snuggling’ on this night.
I was awake to hear the first two of Elle’s alarms. Sleep was just about impossible. When leaving the house for work the temperature was 85 degrees and there was still no sign of wind. Driving to work there was one thing to look forward to and that was the air conditioning… or so I thought. When the renovation was done and a second floor added they didn’t plan for an extended heat wave. On Friday, the first real signs of it had showed we were barely able to keep the temperature at a reasonable level. Over the weekend and with the temperature over 90 degrees during the day it hadn’t been able to keep up. A look at the thermostat showed it was already over 80 degrees. It didn’t take long for the employees to start complaining. The dress code had been eased a few years earlier and it hadn’t been abused. The skirt and dress hems had remained ‘reasonable’ and I had no idea of what else could be done to make the employees more comfortable. Bret and I were the only males on the first floor and we could take off our jackets. It was going to be a long day.
Heat rises and it sure did in this building. The men could ditch their jackets but there wasn’t much that could be done for the women. Bert, the president, called Hobie and I to his office to see if there wasn’t something that could be done. The only thing we could come up with was to get some fans. We dispatched Mike, the messenger/custodian to go to the hardware store but he was too late as they were sold out. I had him check at the Sears store and then sent him to the first of the ‘Big Box’ stores that had opened up on the ‘by pass’. The only one to make a big deal of the situation was, as could be expected, J J, the Vice President in charge of mortgages. He’d been relatively ‘quiet’ in recent times but wasn’t on this day as he was agitating the employees about it. To put it bluntly, it pissed me off. Trish made me aware of it and when he didn’t pick up his phone I made my way up the stairs to find him. As I’ve written in the past, the telephone receptionist was located in the mezzanine area right at the top of the stairs. Over time, by using the stairs, I’d managed to get some good panty peeks. That was not what was on my mind as I reached the top step. However, once there that changed. Lynne, J J’s secretary, was the back-up for the switchboard. She had always ‘pushed the envelope’ as far as wearing short skirts/dresses was concerned and on this day she’d taken it to a new level. Sitting there she’d pulled the hem of her dress up into her lap… and that always elusive little triangle was there to be observed. She was busy with the phones so, when I stopped on the top step she paid me no attention. If there was anything that could’ve calmed me down at that time… that was it.
Mike was able to get his hands on six small fans. We put two behind the tellers and the other four went to J J to distribute. They were enough to shut him up… at least for a while. The customers didn’t make much of the heat inside the building with one saying that, compared to being outside, it was “very comfortable”, or something close to it. However, I had it in mind to let most of the employees leave early. I cleared it with Bert, Hobie and JJ with the only caveats being someone had to be there to man the phones until 5pm with at least one knowledgeable person from the banking floor and from the mortgage department to be able to answer potential questions. When I asked for volunteers there were two surprises when Bret and J J said they’d stay. I told Lorie to initiate the daily proof beginning at 2:30pm. When the word got out there was a definite pick-up in staff attitude. To me, it was only fair.
It was around 3:30pm when the word went out that the tellers were in proof and at 3:35pm the only people left on the first floor were Bret and I. Out of habit, before leaving, I went to get my brief case. As I did my phone rang. Again, out of habit I looked over to Joanie’s desk expecting her to take the call so I could leave… but there was no Joanie. The call was from Stan, my stock broker, calling to ask if I had any money available. I didn’t but having him calling to ask was a signal to me that he had some interesting stock for me to invest in and I wanted to know what it was. I asked if I could stop over to talk about it. I truly wasn’t thinking about Lynda at that moment but when I walked into the office I surely was.
Four days of 90+ degree days in a row was taking it’s toll in many ways. The building that the brokerage was located in had been built around the turn of the century before insulation. When I opened the door there was little difference between the outside air and what was inside. The fans they had were bigger that what Mike had been able to purchase and I could feel the volume of air being pushed. Just feeling the air moving was a help. When I walked in I immediately looked to my right. I knew the office work area was to be slightly remodeled. Linda had told me it was to give her and Ruthe more surface area to work with but I hadn’t been there in a while. Standing just inside the doorway I could see Linda’s desk had been removed and replaced with a counter at desk top height. It ran the entire length (about 10 feet) of the low partition that separated Linda’s space from her boss, Stan. The area underneath it was completely open with no cabinets to obstruct her ability to roll her chair from end to end. Standing there I could see that Linda had done basically the same thing that Lynne (at the bank) had done with her skirt and rolled it up into her lap… and I could see a wisp of pale blue on her hip. When she saw me she immediately turned towards me. But, to get her chair to turn she had to push off with her right foot which opened up the space between her knees… and gave me a momentary unobstructed view of her crotch. It was an involuntary reaction that covered my face and Lynda picked up on it immediately. She pushed herself over towards where I was standing and just as she got there spread her knees. I knew this was on purpose and I smiled which caused her to blush… and that caused me to blush as well.
To be continued…
Tuesday, July 02, 2019
DEALING WITH THE HEAT... &more (Part 174c)
DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174c)
When we’d changed clothes after the water fight we had on the back lawn I ended up putting on a bathing suit. It was a cheap one with a mesh inside that was absolutely useless when it came to holding anything, especially a hard-on. Here I was standing over Martha with her panties showing and a ‘rising member’ pushing the front of my suit out. In the state she was in along with the dimness of the porch I’m sure she didn’t see it, but… it was a bit embarrassing. However, it didn’t end there. As soon as Martha announced she was peeing Mattie, who was sitting on the love seat which was right there, jumped in behind her to keep her from falling backwards. After putting her knees and legs into Martha’s back she put her hands in her armpits to try and get her to stand. Seeing her do that I bent over and grabbed Martha’s waist with two hand and tried lifting her. In writing this now,I’m remembering something that is kind of gross… we were all barefoot and as I stepped in towards Martha I could feel the warm wetness of her pee. With all this taking place Elle had gone outside to tend to Martha’s daughter who was still crying. Martha, now in a somewhat vertical position was mumbling something while Mattie was telling her she had to leave. At this point she was still behind her and I was directly in front of her… and my penis was at ‘full attention’ and actually pressing into Martha’s stomach. I asked Mattie if she could hold Martha up and stepped back and away from the both of them. Elle was out in the yard with all the kids so she couldn’t see the condition I was in and I remember trying to stay turned away from both the women.
It was almost dark by then and to get all of them back to their house I needed a flashlight. Mattie said she could hold Martha up while I ducked into the house to get one. By the time I returned I’d pretty much ‘deflated’ so the embarrassment wasn’t a primary concern. Elle had calmed Martha’s daughter down and I told her to hold the screen door open while Mattie and I maneuvered Martha down the three steps from the porch to the ground. That, in itself, was a sight to see. Once outside I got on one side of Martha and Mattie took the other side. We made out OK until we got to the opening in the hedge. Only one person at a time could go through so I knew it would be a challenge. Martha had been babbling something about not knowing where she was. When we got to the hedge I went through first and had Mattie try to push Martha through to me. It seemed like a good idea when we started but… Elle had corralled the kids and had the flashlight. She was shining it on the opening and I could see the form of Martha blocking the light as she filled it up. I’d anticipated putting my hands in her armpits with the idea of dragging her towards me. I honestly don’t know what happened. I don’t know if I tripped in walking backwards but the next thing I knew I was on my back and Martha was on top of me. I could hear Mattie yelling at her as I tried to wiggle my way out from under her. She probably only weighed 130 or so pounds so the weight wasn’t a problem. It was the hedge that had us both pinned in.
Of course, the kids had no idea what was taking place in front of them and were laughing. The opening was blocked so Mattie couldn’t readily get through. Martha’s head was on my chest and when I tried to communicate to Mattie I was actually yelling in one of her ears. When she cried out “Stop yelling” it was a bit of a shock. Finally, Mattie squeezed into the opening and sort of lifted Martha up and off my body enough for me to wiggle free. By the time we got Martha into the house and seated at the kitchen table the clock on the wall read 9:30 pm. I was wringing wet with perspiration and Mattie looked like she’d been in a fight. She insisted that she could care for Martha who had laid her head on the table and was still babbling. I asked if she wanted help in getting her up the stairs but she said “no” and insisted that we head back home.
Elle was still outside with both groups of kids. Mattie called her brood in and Elle and I headed back home. With the kids in such close proximity we didn’t say anything about what had just happened. We sent then up to bed and set out to clean up the remnants of our ‘pizza party’. Walking out to the porch the telltale puddle was there to greet us. With three of us walking through it there was quite a mess. Even though the hour was late I decided to get the hose and just rinse the floor off while Elle cleaned the dregs off the picnic table. It was funny in a way in that neither of us said anything about Martha’s ‘accident’. I wanted to but was sure Elle would tell me to just shut up. The porch wasn’t the only thing that needed attention. Elle still had to put things away in the kitchen. I offered to help but her response was she’d do it since I didn’t know where things belonged. I remember just standing there as she moved about and thought about taking a shower. As I said I was dripping with perspiration after struggling with Martha so headed in that direction. In so doing I remembered that I’d put the camera in the bookcase.
I quickly grabbed it and opened the bellows. I was standing in the doorway to the bathroom waiting for the prime moment to get a picture. I knew it would only be one and I wanted it to be a candid. Elle was in the far end of the kitchen by the sink and was putting something on the little shelves that were on each side of the window. I took about a half dozen steps and pushed the button.. The flash startled Elle and when she turned around and saw me holding the camera she made a face… and a comment that I’d heard a time or two before when I’d done the same thing… “You’re impossible!”… and then turned back to what she was doing. I expected more but was happy there wasn’t. I headed for the den to develop the picture. I’d just sat down at my desk when she appeared in the doorway. I thought, for sure, she’d light into me about the picture but she didn’t. She stood in the doorway and had a funny look on her face. I asked what was wrong and he answer surprised me. She told me she was worried that what had happened would somehow strain the relationship between the neighbors (the women) and us. My unspoken reaction was ‘where did that come from?’ But the look on my face had to have expressed it. So, without me saying a word she went on to explain that when she took the kids into their house Mattie seemed to be upset with her. To me it was just another example of how super sensitive females can be. I didn’t comment as I was anxious to open the picture I’d just taken. Elle turned and headed back to the kitchen and I finally got a look at this…
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| Not as much panty showing as I would've liked... |
To be continued…
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