DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174dd)
Because
of the situation of the previous weekend where a number of skippers
chose to, supposedly, resign, as members of the club, there were three
of them that hadn’t shown up to race. That meant, with Marty there, only
six boats were racing. I’d heard that he was a very good racer although
in the races from the previous season he hadn’t done all that well.
But, in the race I crewed for him he was the dominant boat. I hadn’t
been in a Comet class boat for years and I certainly wasn’t in shape to
be crewing on one but, winning makes all the pain worth it. When we got
to the shore I saw Elle talking with Janie, Marty’s wife. They knew each
other from the junior sailing program as she had two kids taking
lessons. Thier son was also in Anne’s class in school and they had been
together a few times at class functions.
At the end of the
previous season I’d helped Marty move one of his reclamation projects, a
Penguin class sailboat into his yard. While the women talked I asked
how the rebuild was going. He tried to explain but ended up suggesting I
stop by his house on the way home. Elle and I had come in separate
vehicles so it wouldn’t bother Elle if I did. The women had gotten the
Sunfish stored on the rack while I helped Marty and some of the others
get their boats out of the water and onto their storage trailers.
Marty’s house was on my way home anyway so it was an easy stop. It had
been almost a year since I’d last been there but as soon as I turned in
the driveway I smiled. The development was built on a natural creek and
the developer squeezed out every inch of useable land he could when
laying it out. That meant there were no two lots even closely the same.
The houses were really nothing more than Summer cottages that had been
built right after WWII. Without zoning controls to regulate how close to
property lines the houses were built there were some pretty interesting
configurations. One of them was right next door to Marty. The back of
the house was no more than five feet from a four foot high chain link
fence. What had interested me was that in that five feet they had built a
T-pole clothes line and, when I’d been there the previous year there
had been multiple panties hanging on it. So, with that as a memory I was
anxious to see what might be hanging there this time.
There were
all kinds of clothes which, upon seeing them, disappointed me. Pulling
to a stop I found myself looking at a variety of both mens and women
clothes along with some sheets. With only a split second to scan the
whole thing I couldn’t see any panties as Marty was right in front of me
waiting for me to catch up with him. As I said, the houses were really
nothing more than cottages without garages. Marty had built a lean-to
covered by a canvas tarpaulin to work under and when we made the turn at
the corner of the house I almost couldn’t believe this was the same
boat I’d helped him with a year prior. What struck me was the name, in
chalk, on the transom (back/stern)… “Another One”. I had to ask and
Marty made a face and told me his daughter had done it. I knew Marty
liked to restore old and or abandoned wooden boats so this was his
daughter’s ‘jibe’ at her father’s hobby. After pointing out some details
he said he planned to race it in a Frostbite series during the Winter.
That was something I’d never tried and wanted no part of so, at that
point, didn’t have much to talk with him about. Janie had come around
the other side of the house to tell Marty he had a phone call from his
boss so I said my good byes and headed back to my car.
When I had
gotten out of my car and made that quick glance at the clothes line I
thought I saw some feet moving around behind the sheets. When I
approached it most of the clothes were gone. When I’d been to Marty’s
the previous year That closes line and a bunch of panties on it. As you
know the two things I really like to know are who make the panties and,
almost as important, what the woman who wore them looked like. I
hesitated as I got in the car and was rewarded when the sheet that was
blocking my view of the woman suddenly disappeared. The woman was
concentrating on folding the sheet and wasn’t paying any attention to
me. My notes say early 40’s but also had a cryptic note… “worth a 2nd
look!”. From memory, I picture her with short brown hair (and that was
not a popular style at the time) and definite curves. As I backed out of
the driveway I was glad I’d re-connected with Marty (and Janie).
By
the time I arrived home Elle had showered and was dressed. I’d been
hoping she hadn’t so I could reintroduce her to the bikini panties she’d
rejected . It definitely wasn’t the time to bring them up so had to put
it off for a while. I really didn’t have a plan so, looked at the
situation in a positive manner thinking I’d now have time to come up
with one. After we’d eaten Elle went next door to invite Mattie and
Martha to come to the sailing club with her the next day. She’d told me
that she thought with swimming lessons behind them they’d be willing to
spend time at the beach. The last time I’d spoken with Junior her gave
me a hint that his sister, Mattie, still wasn’t ‘sold’ on being near
water. Even though the situation when her brother drowned (he’d wandered
off and fell into the lake where they were spending the Summer) was
totally different there was still that twinge of fear.(58)When she
returned I was really curious as to the decision. Martha was willing to
go with her kids but Mattie declined. Elle said her daughter cried when
she said they weren’t going. Elle told me she felt badly for having gone
over but I told her she was doing what she thought was best.
I
stayed awake for a while thinking of how to get Elle to, willingly, wear
the bikini panties. She’d worn the ‘dribble panties’ most of the Winter
and Spring but had pretty much gone back to wearing two pair of the
nylon satin ones for the Summer. However, with the really hot weather
she’d complained that they were “hot”. My solution was for her to put
the bikini panties first and the full briefs over them. That way her
stomach and lower back would only have one layer of nylon. I fell asleep
convinced the idea would ‘fly’. Now, the question was when could I
propose it to her without being obvious.
After a pretty mundane
(that was the word in my DayTimer) day at work I was anxious to find out
how Martha made out at the beach with Elle. Again, I didn’t want to be
too interested so broached the subject by asking Kaye how she and her
friend made out at the beach. She described something that they’d done
which made little sense to me so I turned to Elle for it to be
deciphered. She sort of brushed it aside and proceeded to say that
Martha and her kids had a great time although adding that they’d gotten
too much sun. I asked if they’d gotten wet and she smiled saying that
they’d all squatted down at the waters edge. I smiled back and told her
it was “progress”.
To be continued…
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