Fancy Panties

2012-01-26T16:04:00.001-05:00

SUMMER... My day of infamy (Part 84g)

I busied myself around the yard and played with the kids, trying to stay in Elle's “good graces” hoping that she’d calm down by night time. Dora came over and I watched as they went inside. That was OK by me. She was a woman who liked to talk about other people and that was something that had never really interested me. As I was to find out later she had some really startling “news”.

After she left Elle called me inside. She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet with excitement. Andy, our neighbor, had run off with another woman. All the time I thought he was working on a project with his bulldozer he was spending time with the woman. Dora didn’t know all the details but her husband, Jim, who worked with Andy, had known about it but kept it to himself. That explained why Andy hadn’t been around all that much and why I hadn’t seen his truck.

Even though we’d been friends since we moved into the park Elle and Lil never got that “close“. Elle really missed Milly, the lady who’d lived there, next door, before selling to Andy and Lil. They did a lot of things together and Milly loved the kids but Lil turned out to be more of a ”loner“. She had two pre teen aged boys and we had two young girls. Elle had a college education and Lil hadn’t even finished high school. Elle liked to be active and Lil preferred to lay out in the sun. But, it was obvious that Elle had empathy for her plight. Dora had suggested that the two of them pick a time and go visit to see if there was something they could do to help her out. I thought it was a neighborly thing to do. As I thought about Lil I realized that I’d never had what could be considered a ”conversation“ with her. It had always been limited to a few words, usually as to when she expected Andy home. The whole situation caught me pretty much by surprise. However, I did remember situations where Andy had been mean to her. My conclusion was that you never know what’s really going on behind closed doors.

With her mind on Lil, Elle had pretty much forgotten about her perceived embarrassment downtown earlier and although not as ”lovey“ as I’d hoped we did get together that night in bed. I had to ”give“ a bit to get what I wanted and that was that I promised to play tennis with her the next day. Not worried about the upcoming exam and about a job I was able to get a good night’s sleep.

Elle was up early and immediately got dressed in her tennis clothes. It was her idea that by getting to the courts early it wouldn’t be so hot. While I was feeding the girls she went about collecting the rackets and thermos bottles. One of the things that was holding me back about the whole tennis thing was the white clothes that most everybody wore. I certainly loved seeing the females in their short white dresses with the chance of seeing panties under them but me in white was an anomaly. I’ll admit I was dragging my heels when it came time to put on the white shorts. Elle had the girls and equipment loaded into the station wagon and, impatiently, called for me to get outside.

She drove and when we got to the courts were surprised to see no one there. I was happy, for sure. We all got out and Elle proceeded to set the girls up with some toys to play with, promising them that we’d let them chase balls after a while. As she did I could see her panties and noticed that she wasn’t wearing fancy panties but two pair of her old stained heavy cotton panties. My first thought was to tell her hoping that she’d be embarrassed and want to go home. But, with no one there I decided to enjoy the view myself. After all, a panty peek is a panty peek.

Even though it had been almost a month since I’d had my tennis lesson, some of what Elle’s teacher friend had preached at me seemed to have stuck and we were actually hitting balls over the net to each other. I especially enjoyed watching her bend over at the waist to pick up balls the she’d hit into the net. The dress she’d chosen was one that rode up when she did and it was kind of exciting to be out in public and to see her panties.

I have no idea how long we’d been there when Jean, my oldest, came running onto the court. She was bored and wanted to chase balls. I knew it would be useless to argue with her so, for all intents and purposes, our ”tennis game“ such as it was, was over. We ended up rolling balls for her to fetch. I’d actually begun to enjoy myself and was somewhat disappointed, especially when the first real tennis players showed up and they were women, all with short skirts. I’ll admit trying to sneak a few peeks as we loaded the kids into the station wagon.

Back at home Elle was definitely in a good mood and I was determined to keep it that way. I told her that I was willing to give it another go the next day. She gave me one of those ”did I really hear that?“ looks. It was easy to persuade her to leave her tennis outfit on and to get her to put on a pair of the Plymouth nylon satin panties over the cotton ones. It was a combination that I liked when we were ”playing“ when going to bed but I was hoping to get a few private moments during the rest of the day and she responded favorably. That night I got my real ”reward“.(zz)

I spent the next two days being as solicitous of Elle as I could wanting desperately to get well embedded into her good graces. It appeared to be working as she let me choose her clothes and, even better, her panties. I created a number of panty combinations for her to wear and found that one of the best was two pair of the Plymouth nylon satin ones. It wasn’t until I was picking out my clothes to go to the city that it came to me that when I was in the city for the accountant test I’d gotten directions for a place where I might find Plymouth panties. Rooting around in my wallet I found the paper with the address. I knew that the exam was only two hours so would have ample time to see if I could locate some. Later, in bed, I found myself thinking more about that than the exam.

To be continued...

2012-01-24T15:33:00.001-05:00

SUMMER... My day of infamy (Part 84f)

With the “damage” done she stood up and peered into the bag. When she pulled the shorts out her reaction was the same as mine when I’d felt the ones in Cat’s trunk. It was something like “They’re different.” I used the moment to suggest that she go in and get washed up and to put them on. At just about any other time I would’ve gone inside with her. Even though I saw she was pleased with the gift and that she seemed happy with my having a job again I wasn’t convinced that she was over the fact that I had yelled at her. As she went inside I went over to my older daughter to see what she was doing to wait for Elle to return..

When she came back outside I could see that she absolutely loved the clothes, especially the top. She always did like pastels and bright colors. As I watched her approach I could see that the shorts did not fit as snugly as the one’s I’d seen on Cat. I wanted her to turn around so I could see her from the backside but before I could she asked if the store had shorts in the yellow that would match the top. I shrugged my shoulders because I didn’t know. I’d been so focused on getting the white shorts I never looked at the other clothes in that section. I’d left the price tags on and she’d noted that they were on sale. Then, doing something that she almost never did, she asked if we could go back downtown to see if they did. Silently, I exhaled deeply. I’d just spent almost half of the money I’d gotten from selling my old sails and she was asking me to spend more. I did some quick thinking and my head said “no“ but my heart said “yes”. The clothes had bought me some goodwill and right about then I sure needed it. I figured I needed to build up some more “brownie” points and since she wanted them it would be smart to at least go take a look.

I changed my clothes and we all headed downtown. I’d been lucky to find a parking place on the street the first time but no such luck this time. I pulled into my grandfather's yard and the first thing I noticed was some clothes hanging on the wash line from the small back porch over to the apple tree. Even though Elle was with me I was a bit excited, hoping to see some other items that belonged to Jan, the young nurse who was now watching over my grandfather at night. But all that was there was a white uniform and a full slip. We went in to say hello and to let my grandfather see the kids. I told Elle not to say anything about the girl or the moving of his bed to him as my father had said he was still upset. We didn't stay long as the kids were a little restless so it was an excuse to leave.

As we walked down the street to the store, Jean, my oldest started fussing about ice cream. They didn’t get to go downtown all that often but whenever they did we would usually buy the kids ice cream. I remember thinking that this little trip was going to be expensive. We stopped at the store first. In a way I was hoping that they didn’t have the yellow shorts but they did. I convinced Elle to try on a pair marked small. When she came out of the changing room my eyes bugged out of my head. They fit her just like the one’s I'd seen on Cat. WHEW! It was quite a sight... complete with a camel toe. But Elle felt that they were a bit too tight and that, with her pregnancy, she’d be able to wear them longer if she got the medium one's. I couldn’t argue (and didn’t) as the medium size still offered a pretty fair VPL. She really liked the color and felt she had a number of tops that would go with them. She liked them so much she even asked the saleslady if she could leave them on. As I paid for them I was already thinking of how good things might go that night.

The next stop was the ice cream parlor (that’s what they were called, back in the day). We were almost there when I heard Elle swear. Anne, the youngest hadn’t wanted to walk so Elle ended up carrying her. She had a habit of kicking her feet when being carried and my thought was that dirt from her shoes had gotten on Elle’s new clothes. It was worse, at least to Elle. As often happens, time gets away from us and it had for Elle. Just as we were about to go up the steps Elle felt a spurt and that’s when she cursed. When I realized what was happening I took Anne and Elle dashed inside. It was about noon and the place was filled with people there to eat lunch. Neither Elle nor I wanted the kids eating ice cream outside but there were no booths open. I knew the kids wouldn’t be happy without it so, reluctantly, ordered a couple of cones for them. We had the ice cream and yet there still was no Elle. I had my hands full trying to keep the ice cream from dripping onto their clothes so didn’t see Elle approaching. She was definitely not happy as we left the store.

As I mentioned, the store was crowded with lunchtime customers. There was a line for the restrooms and when Elle saw it she also saw the phone booth in the hallway. She ducked inside and... if you’ve been reading this blog for any time now... you know what happened. She waited until the line went down and finally got into the restroom. She took a whole bunch of paper towels and tried to soak as much of the wetness up as she could. What I thought was funny was that the deep yellow of the shorts pretty much masked the “damage” she’d done to them.

After the kids finished their cones Elle carried Anne which pretty much covered her from the front and I walked closely behind her. When we got back to my grandfather’s there was a car parked right behind ours. I hadn’t thought to move it down to the carriage house before we left. As we got to the station wagon I saw Jan, the girl who was staying at night, coming down the steps of the back porch. Elle was putting Anne into the back and bending over. She was wearing her usual band leg cotton panties and, for me, the VPL was a good one. It had been at least a half hour since Elle’s “accident” but I could hardly see the evidence. When Jan walked up to her I could see Elle blushing. After the introductions we were off. And so was Elle. It seemed like all the good I’d done with buying her the clothes was gone. She would not be convinced that she’d totally embarrassed herself, not once but twice.

To be continued...

2012-01-22T20:12:00.002-05:00

SUMMER... My day of infamy (Part 84e)

Behind her desk Mrs K leaned forward and, for the first time, wasn’t smiling. She stared right at me with a bit of a frown. Being as serious as I’d ever seen her she proceeded to tell me that my “downfall” was that I had been insubordinate and, because there were witnesses to it, there was nothing that could be done to “save me”. She said she knew exactly how I’d felt and that I was probably justified to “blow Leo off”. But, disobeying the order to get out of his office was clearly of the magnitude that could/would lead to termination. She could see I had gotten the “message” and then leaned back with her smile returning. Then she said “How would you like to come to work for me?” My mind went blank (and, as far as the next few minutes are concerned, still was). I think she had to ask me a couple of times. I wasn't really sure that I'd heard the words "work for me".

The position was at the same grade level (pay) as I’d been in and was for the position of Personnel Technician (PT). She had two vacancies and if I was interested all I basically had to do was take a test. Of course from the monetary standpoint I wanted the job. But, before I did anything else I asked what a PT did. She gave me the briefest rundown possible and then, with that huge smile, told me I’d “love it”. Still trying to “sell” me she told me that she could guarantee that I’d stay on the same step level (same pay) even though it would be a different position. The only thing was that I’d have to wait a year from the actual date of hire before I’d go to the next step (get a raise). My head was swimming by then. It was very obvious that she liked me... a lot. So, without knowing what I was saying yes to I told her I’d like to work for her.

Before I left she had me fill out an application for the exam. It was a statewide exam held monthly and she said she would “pull strings” and get me registered for the upcoming one that Thursday. It was to be the same kind of exam (multiple choice) that I’d taken for the position of Accountant and in the same place in the city. Mrs K told me that it was a “common sense” type exam and not to waste time trying to study for it. Before I left she pointed out to a row of desks along the window saying that’s where the PT’s operated from. There was no one there so I asked why. She laughed and said it was CT day. That meant nothing to me but I let it slide. By then all I wanted to do was to get home to tell Elle of my good fortune.

Once in my car I realized that I was wet with perspiration. I just sat there trying to process the past 20 or so minutes. All of a sudden it came to me that it would probably be a good idea to bring Elle a present. I had the $40 from the sale of my old sails so headed downtown. I’d thought about getting shorts like I’d seen Cat wear but didn’t have any money until then. I got to thinking about what store might carry the Aileen brand. The only clothing store that carried current styles, especially for the younger woman, was right in the middle of town. Usually when shopping downtown I’d park at my grandfather’s house. I knew if I did that it would be a while until I got home. I got lucky and found a parking space right on Main Street. As soon as I walked into the store I saw a top that I knew Elle would love. It was sleeveless with orange and yellow (goldenrod) horizontal stripes. If I could find the white shorts I had my mind set on the two would really make her happy. I found where the tops were hanging and was pleased to see the Aileen label. I found medium top and then went looking for the white shorts. I knew that Elle usually wore a size 10 for her pants and shorts but the sizes I found were only large and medium. Normally, I didn’t like talking with salesladies but when one approached me I was happy. I asked her to translate a size 10 the the sizing on the shorts. She smiled and said it was usually a small but that since all they had left a medium should do. I really didn’t have a choice so I took them. As I checked out she mentioned that all the Aileen Summer wear was on sale for 1/3 off. I hadn’t even checked the price tags. When she told me the total was a little over $18 I was a bit surprised but that was because I/we hadn’t bought any new clothes in a long time. It didn’t really matter because I was convinced that Elle was going to love them... and I hoped that they would help put me on the right side of her for a change.

She was playing with the kids out in the lawn when I drove up. I had the clothes in a bag and was trying to figure out how to hide them from her finally giving up. By the time I made it to the patio she had Anne in her arms and was headed inside. She stopped and said “Well?” with the trace of doubt in her voice. I didn’t fool around and told her I had a job at the same salary. I could see the tension abating as she had the start of a smile forming. She again started for the door and I gently reached for her arm to stop her. As she turned towards me I handed her the bag. She put Anne down and peered inside. I heard a little squeal as she pulled the top out. “ I love it!” was her response as she held it up in front of her. She was wearing an old pair of khaki shorts and the orange and yellow top, even with the dull color of the shorts, looked good. I told her there was still something else in the bag. That was when I realized why she had been headed inside. I saw her do a “dip” with her legs crossed at the knees and then start for the door. She didn’t make more than a few steps before she squatted down. As I watched the puddle grow I felt a rising motion in my pants. She looked up at me and for the first time since I’d called her from the town hall on Friday I saw the familiar smile that I loved.

To be continued...

2012-01-20T12:42:00.001-05:00

SUMMER... My day of infamy (Part 84d)

I had to stuff a hand in my pocket to control a very excited lower member of my anatomy. It was the best thing that happened to me in the past 48 hours. I stopped about three steps up to allow myself to regain control. A couple of the guys were discussing what we should do as there wasn’t anywhere near enough wind to hold a race let alone two. After canvassing all the skippers we decided to hold off starting until later in the afternoon and then try to get at least one race in. By that time I was happy for that decision. Even though my name was first on the board I still didn’t have a crew. Most of the people there were swimming or trying to say out of the sun. I saw Frank, one of our better racers, talking with Cat and her husband. I went over to join them and found him telling them that they needed to get a new set of sails. They had bought the boat from South Jersey. That area had much stronger winds than our area did. Frank was telling them the sails that came with the boat were too “flat” for our area. They needed a set with a bigger “pocket”. Cat’s husband looked distressed. When Frank walked away I got talking with them and they volunteered that they really hadn’t planned to buy the boat in the first place and that a new set of sails was, money wise, out of the question.

When I’d picked up my sails and gear I saw my old sails still up on the shelf. I didn’t really put any thought into them but hearing all the preceding conversations I spoke up and offered that I still had my old sails. After explaining my reason for getting new ones I told them that for light air sailing they should still be OK. Cat spoke up and asked if they could borrow them to see if they would help. There was still enough time to retrieve them and to get back in time for a 3pm start.

When I returned I had a crew. A very inexperienced, but enthusiastic lad, who couldn’t have weighed more than 85 pounds. I had to convince his mother that, with little to no wind, he was perfectly safe. I was excited because we would be one of the lightest skipper/crew combinations in the fleet at around 245 pounds. Elle and I weighed right around 300, the supposed perfect weight.

One race it was. To some degree I was kicking myself for having offered up the sails. Cat ended up finishing a very close second in spite of her and her husband’s combined weight being about 25 to 30 pounds over the desired sailing weight of 300 pounds. I and my young crew ended up a respectable 4th but seeing the results from my old sails I was back to wondering if my new ones were really any good.

On shore Cat and her husband couldn’t have been any happier. The first thing he wanted to know was if I was willing to sell the sails. The question caught me off guard. Since buying the new ones I’d worked hard to make them work for me. Frank had offered up some tips the Summer before and, although not as competitive as I’d liked to have been, they looked good. I remember standing there in the water, holding onto my boat, and asking myself if I really thought I would use them again. When I couldn’t come up with an answer I told them that, yes, I’d sell them. The “how much?” was the hard part. The sails were now ten years old but had only been used for three full seasons and parts of three others. The problem was that the material that had been used to make them had a tendency to “break down” and stretch out of shape after a point in time. The last time I’d had them measured they were right on the edge so... I asked for $40. I remember the two of them looking at each other and then sort of laughing both turned to me and said it was a deal. I remember thinking that it was money that was going to come in handy in the up coming weeks.

It was the silent treatment, again, when I got home and another night on the sofa. A day in the sun had pretty much wiped me out so I did get some sleep. But by daybreak I was awake and the stress level was high. At 9am sharp I was on the phone to Mrs. K at the civil Service office. As I’ve mentioned before, Mrs K was a special person and one of the most upbeat people I’ve ever known. That came across as soon as I heard her voice. It was like “Hi! How are ya?”as if I was a long lost friend that she wanted to catch up with. She asked if I was up to coming in and having a “chat” with her. I still had no idea why she wanted to see me so I said “Sure!” and got dressed in a suit and headed for her office. I could see Elle was tempted to ask what was going on but, being the stubborn German that she was, kept her lips sealed.

As soon as I was ushered into her office she got up and closed the door. That looked pretty ominous to me but the perpetual smile on her face tempered my anxiety. Then, after offering me a seat she proceeded to sit in a chair along side of me instead of behind her desk. With the smile still there she asked me to tell her exactly what had happened. There was no doubt that I was nervous but she let me talk and the more I did the more relaxed I became. She did finally cut me off when I got to the part where the police arrived. The she asked me to listen to her and to wait to talk or to ask any questions.

Long story short (again)... when Leo had told me that I was no longer allowed to run the payroll process he was flat out lying. It was true that the audit of the Data Processing job positions called for a “Machine Operator” (for DP) to have two years experience. BUT, she had decreed that the results of the audit there were to be no negative changes for the people who were presently doing the various jobs meaning I was to be “grandfathered”. Then she went on to say that if he had tried to enforce my removal I had recourse through the CSEA (the union). As far as not having a place for me because the Accountants position had been filled I had seniority over my replacement. Hearing this I became agitated all over again and Mrs. K noticed. To calm me down she then stated that what she was going to tell me could not leave the room, under any circumstances. That got my attention.

She proceed to say that in all her many years of public service she had never had to deal with anyone as "unctuous" as Leo Bumpus. She told me that the sight of “that slime” made her stomach turn. But, as a political appointee there was nothing she could do about him. She went on that the last time he came down to see her it was about some petty matter. She said she told him to get out of her office and not to come back unless she “invited” him and then, with a sly grin, said “That ain’t gonna happen!” Then she got up got and went to her chair behind the desk. Her last remark got me to relax a bit.

To be continued...

2012-01-18T12:21:00.001-05:00

SUMMER... My day of infamy (Part 84c)

As soon as I walked in the door she demanded to know where I’d been. When I told her she started in calling me names all over again. This time I wasn’t going to take it and started yelling back at her. Her complaint was that I was totally insensitive to our situation and going off to work on a ”stupid race car“ when we didn’t have all that much money and I didn’t have a job. She just made me mad so I told (yelled) her that there wasn’t much I was going to be able to do about a job until I’d seen Mrs K at the Civil Service office on Monday. Then I grabbed the other set of keys for my car and stormed off, still without eating. When I got back to Eric and Cal they were sitting and staring at one side of the axle. Eric had discovered that the kingpins (I won’t bore you with the explanation of just what they are) were worn and he said I’d be crazy to try and race with them the way they were. The problem was that they were ”frozen“ in place and the only way to get them out was to heat them up with an acetylene torch and drive them out. They’d already removed the ones from the bent axle so they were stymied until we found someone with a torch. I didn’t need the aggravation so suggested that we all get something to eat and asked Eric to drive me to the County Center to get my car.

Mad at Elle and frustrated with the race car I decided to just take a ride to look at the water on the bay. My thoughts kept coming back to the call to Mrs. K on Monday. Because things were going so wrong at the time I wouldn’t let myself think positive thoughts. I decided that in a worst case situation I’d go to the brothers who owned the mobile home parks and ask them for a job until I could find something. A little above minimum wage would at least keep food on the table.

I was calmed down when I got home. I didn’t say a word and neither did Elle. I went in to take a shower and when I came back out there was dinner on the table. No words were spoken but I made a silent offer of ”peace“ by offering to wash and dry the dishes. I remember silently watching TV that night but when Elle headed for bed I decided it would probably be best not to follow and, again slept on the sofa.

I was awake at daybreak and found it oppressively hot for being that early. When Elle appeared I made a stab at conversation. I asked if she was going to sail with me that afternoon. The look I got could’ve killed and that ended the ”conversation” such as it was. Here it is almost 50 years later and I still don’t know what it was that she expected from me at that time. I was trying to find things to do to keep me from dwelling on the situation. There was nothing I could do to undo what had happened. So, I got in my car and headed for my parents house to get my sailing gear and then to the sailing club hoping that I’d be able to find a crew.

At the club there was quite a bit of activity for being so early (around 11am). There was a blackboard on the porch for skippers to post that they needed a crew. I was first and felt good about my chances. I got to talk with quite a few of the other skippers as they arrived. I was a bit disappointed that Cat had chosen not to wear the tight white shorts that she’d worn the previous weekends. With the heat a number of the ladies had worn bathing suits so they could go for a swim before the races began. It was pretty obvious that’s what Cat had done as she was wearing a printed bra like top. That left me to concentrate on Willie’s wife, Merry. My past observations of her had indicated that she was very modest and wore loose fitting clothes. I truly wasn’t expecting to see what I was looking at as she and Willy approached the clubhouse.

To me it was a cross between a very short robe and a mini dress. The reason I thought of it being a robe was that it had buttons down the front and had a larger than usual (for a dress) collar. It was a pale yellow with little flowers. Mini skirts still hadn’t come into fashion as every day fashion in our area as yet. But, Merry lived in the city and if there was one thing I really appreciated in my last few visits to the city was the “view” that the mini afforded. I really don’t think I was drooling as she approached but my concentration was solely on the hem of whatever you wanted to call what she was wearing. I was at my boat as she walked by with a wave. I waited until she was about ten to fifteen feet ahead and then quickly fell in behind her. She was headed straight for the steps of the clubhouse and I wanted to be right behind her but not too close, if you know what I mean. There were ten steps up to the porch and by the time she reached halfway I saw exactly what I was looking for. The only thing that would’ve made it any better was if there had been a breeze blowing. But... with the heat there wasn’t any and the prognosis for the day was that there probably wouldn’t be any. As my gaze followed her up the steps I was sure I was looking at the same style of panties that I’d found in the sand. I could clearly see a good bit of the crotch and could see the lace inserts that had completely encircled the leg openings. OH MY HEART!

To be continued...

2012-01-16T13:27:00.000-05:00

SUMMER... My day of infamy (Part 84b)

I guess all of it hit at once. I jumped out of the chair and was up against the desk and was screaming at him. I think I was yelling at him that he couldn’t do that. He finally got up and told me to shut up and to sit down. By then I was livid. I have no idea the order of what I yelled at him but I demanded to know how he could do this to me and why. He yelled some things back and I have no idea what he said. I vaguely remember his secretary, Gina, sticking her head in the door and Leo telling her to do something. When she appeared I stopped yelling. When she left Leo started in on me again and I remember him listing off a number of “violations” that I’d committed including being late to work and leaving early. Hearing that I went ballistic. I came around the desk and was in his face yelling at him as loud as I could telling him that he had some set of “balls“ to call me out on that since he seldom arrived for work until noon or later and that he was often gone soon after 4pm. But I didn’t stop there and in spite of him yelling at me to shut up and to get out of his office I kept going. I know I called him a cheat and a fraud for running his potato chip business out of the county offices. He was yelling something back at me and I honestly never heard him. But I did hear him yell that I was fired and to get out of his office but I kept on screaming at him and I never saw Irwin, The Chief Auditor, and a couple of other auditors come in the room. The thing I do remember was having two Policemen grab my arms and, more or less, carry me out.

The next thing I knew I was out in the main hall. The policemen told me that I had to leave the building. My jacket and some personal things were still in the data processing office. I wanted to tell Jay what had happened and to go get them but they insisted that I leave. So, they proceeded to take me out of the building by way of the main entrance. By then I’d calmed down and was incredibly embarrassed. Outside, they asked where my car was located and I led them to it. They told me I had to leave the parking lot but I couldn’t because my keys were in my jacket pocket up in the DP department. Plus, I wanted to talk with Jay to tell him what had happened. When I said I was going to wait for him they told me that if I didn’t leave they’d have to arrest me for trespassing. That set me off again. I remember telling them the parking lot was public properrty owned by the resident taxpayers of the County and as such I was entitled to be there. When I wouldn’t get in my car they grabbed me by the arms again and put me in a patrol car. Thankfully, there weren’t many people in the parking lot.

The cops took me to Town Hall and arraigned me. The Town Justice was there and I was led into his office. He was the Uncle of the brothers who owned the mobile home park and when the Judge saw my address at the park he had me sit down and explain just what had happened. Long story short... after hearing my side of it he asked me to wait outside the office while he made a phone call. About fifteen minutes later he appeared at the door and told me that I was free to go. Then he told me to call Mrs. K, the Director of the Civil Service Department, first thing on Monday.

The problem was that I was now downtown and my car was over a mile away. I was allowed to make a call to Elle and that was a very difficult call. It was while I was waiting for her that the reality of what had just happened started to hit me. Here I was with two kids, a wife and another child on the way and I no longer had a job. It seemed like forever for Elle to get there and she was a wreck when she did. Of course I hadn’t told her any details when I’d called and she’d conjured up a whole series of events in her mind. Her state of mind had the kids all wound up and I was in no mood to pay any attention to them so the trip home was rather tense.

To get my car we had to go home to get the other set of keys. When I told Elle I wanted to go get it she said we weren’t going anywhere until I explained. As you can imagine it wasn’t very pleasant scene. Over the years I’d seen her mad at me for any number of reasons but this was the maddest I’d ever seen her. She called me names that I had no idea she even knew. After that she headed for the bedroom and shut the door leaving me with the kids. They knew something was wrong and my having to focus on them for a while helped cool me down. It was dark when Elle finally reappeared. She didn’t say anything except to ask if I’d fed the kids. Then she made up a batch of scrambled eggs for each of us and headed back to the bedroom.

I slept on the couch. Having the night to think about the whole situation kept wondering why I was to call Mrs K at the Civil Service office on Monday. I was up at daybreak and at around 7am I saw Jim headed my way. I met him outside and he said he’d gotten permission to use the town wrecker to use to get my axle. He went on to say that Eric and Cal were coming as well. I hadn’t seen Andy since the night of the 4th and I wondered what was up with him and asked Jim. He just shook his head from side to side but didn’t answer. The surprise of going to retrieve the axle got my mind off the ”situation“ and I actually left without saying anything to Elle or even leaving her a note.

Having the wrecker more than made up for not having Andy to help. We got the axle out in no time and were back at the race car by 10am. Eric was really eager to get started. We pulled the car out from the lean-to and Eric, Cal and I started to remove the damaged axle while Jim returned the wrecker to the town work yard. I hadn’t had anything to eat for almost 24 hours except for the scrambled eggs so I told the others I’d be back in a short while. At least that’s what I thought.

To be continued...

2012-01-14T15:03:00.000-05:00

SUMMER... My day of infamy (Part 84a)

At work on Monday Jay indicated that the audit of the data processing department was finalized and that the results would be released sometime during the week. Among other things he was hoping that it would show that another machine operator was needed. The rest of us were pretty much disinterested. Friday arrived and when we got to work we could tell that Jay was in a very good mood. I thought it was that he’d found out that we were going to get another employee. But that wasn’t the case. There was still no news on the audit. He came around to most of us and told us that we were going out for lunch. Rena, being the newest, was left out because someone had to man the office. I didn’t give it much thought at first but was definitely looking forward to it. We’d always had fun when we’d done it in the past.

When noon came Jay told us to go to a small restaurant on Main Street. I’d been there a time or two and it wasn’t special in any way. I was on my way out the door when Rena called to me that I had a phone call. I really wasn’t going to take it but me getting calls was a rarity so I did. Because of the call I was the last to arrive. Jay told us to order up either a drink or cocktail. That was different, for sure. As soon as they arrived Jay stood up and said he had an announcement. My first thought was that he was going to tell us that he was resigning. I’d caught him mumbling to himself a few times about how hard it was to get the needs of the department met and thought that he’d given up. It wasn’t that at all.

With his drink in his hand he told us that his divorce was now final. I remembered that he'd told me a while back that he had filed for a divorce but never mentioned it again. Everybody knew that he and Jo were and “item” but no one in the office made anything of it. As I've mentioned he was very tight lipped about his private life. As I looked around the table I could see various stages of surprise. That is, with everybody but Jo. But the real BIG surprise was what he said next. He announced his engagement to Jo and then grabbed her left hand and held it up for all of us to see. There was a diamond ring. We all cheered and Lucy, who was seated next to Jo, reached over and hugged her. It really was a happy few minutes.

It didn’t take long for the “toasts“ to go around the table and for our glasses to be emptied. Mike, the owner, had overheard the cheering and came over with another round of drinks. We were on our third round before we started eating. By then I was getting light headed. We were all in a really good mood by then and I felt that I had something to announce as well. The call I’d received was from Elle and it was to tell me that she was pregnant. There was a big cheer and a call for another round of drinks. Thankfully, Jay stood up and reminded us that we had work to do. It was approaching 2pm and we’d been gone for almost two hours.

I don’t think anybody wanted to go back but I certainly didn’t. Being a Friday I didn’t have anything that really had to be done that day. If I hadn’t offered to take Andre and Lucy back to work I would’ve gone right home to see Elle. But, since I was in the parking lot I decided to go back upstairs.

Rena told me that Leo, the Deputy Controller, wanted to see me right away. That was never a good thing. When I walked into the Audit and Control department I headed for Leo’s office. As I approached I saw Gina, his secretary, and she gave me a funny look. I didn’t know what to make of it. When I knocked on his door Leo opened it and pointed towards a chair in front of his desk and then shut the door. After sitting he folded his hands in front of him and then just stared at me. I knew this was not going to be good.

I knew I wasn’t going to be the first to speak. It was weird. He had the look of a cheshire cat... just a bit of a smile in a strange sort of way. When he finally spoke the words hit me like a blow to my gut. ”You won’t be doing payroll any more.“ I took a deep breath and couldn’t exhale for a few seconds. When I was finally able to speak I remember leaning forward and spitting out something like ”What did you just say? I think he repeated himself and again, I took a deep breath and then, and I remember this vividly, yelled at him “WHY?”

I’ve had years and years to look back on this and I’m convinced that he was really enjoying himself. Very calmly, with his hands still folded in front of him, he said “You’re not qualified.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Somehow, though thoroughly shocked at what I’d just heard, I managed to stammer out something that, in essence, asked what he meant. Without changing the expression on his face, he calmly stated that for me to “be qualified” I needed to have two years of data processing experience and that I didn’t have it. I sat there in complete disbelief. After hearing those words I just couldn’t speak. I do remember shaking my head as I quickly went into a somewhat defensive mode. When I did speak I started out by saying that every payroll I’d run over the past year and a half had been done on time and that there had never been a problem. He shook his head and said that there had been two that weren't. I was so upset that I didn’t respond but by then I was way forward on the chair, almost on his desk. He told me to get away from the desk and then started off on another topic. I tried to say something but he continued talking over my protests. I didn’t comprehend what he was saying for a few seconds but then I thought I heard him say that the Accountant’s position that I’d been hired for had been filled. I was still concentrating on the fact that I was being removed from the payroll process so I didn’t process on the import of that. Then he said that he didn’t know what they were going to do with me.

To be continued...

2012-01-12T17:00:00.001-05:00

SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83h)

I didn’t think I’d taken that long for my peek but when I turned around to go back to the car Rena was standing there. Talk about embarrassed! I’m sure I was as red as if I’d been lying out in the sun all day. There was nothing I could say so Rena said it... ”Bra, 34B and panties size 5”. That made me even more uncomfortable. A we got into the car she made another statement... “you REALLY are a panty man!“ Again, what could I say so I didn’t say anything and let the silence and my blushing be my answer. I didn’t look at her until we were back at the attorney’s office and when I did she had this sly smile.

Rena didn’t take very long and when she got back in the car she was still wearing that same sly smile. I kept my mouth shut all the way back to the County Center. As I was turning off the engine she reached over and took my hand. We’d never been ”touchy/feely“ so this was a complete surprise. I looked at her and could see her expression had changed to one of seriousness. Before I could say anything she asked if I could keep a secret. What was I going to say? When I agreed she told me that when her case was settled she was going to leave the area. Surprised by the announcement I asked why. She shook her head and again, asked that I not tell anyone and started out of the car. As the door opened and she slid off the seat she took the hem of her skirt with both hands and flipped it up. It wasn’t much of a peek but it did serve to break the tension that had built up.

Saturday morning was reserved for helping my father and brother to move the furniture at my grandfather’s house so that a new bed could be placed in the back parlor for him. When I arrived my grandfather was giving my father a lot of grief about what was about to happen. Unmoved, my father had my brother and I move most of the furniture out of the parlor. While we were in the process the new bed arrived. It was a hospital type that was mechanized so that it could be raised and lowered, something that even I could see would be helpful for my grandfather. Next, we had to clean out some of the things stored in the room where the girl, Jan, who would be staying with my grandfather would be sleeping. The room had significant history for my family as both my grandmother and my father had been born in there with a midwife present. I’d slept in there when, as a teen and away at school, making a visit. It was a small room to begin with and having a bed, chest of drawers and a small table which served as a desk in there left hardly enough room to turn around. There was no closet either. The house had been built around 1840 and the only true closet in the house was located under the stairs to the second floor.

We were just about set when Jan showed up. As I had observed when I saw her for the first time she was pleasant looking and when she smiled could at least be called somewhat cute. My father, brother and I chatted with her, giving me a chance to get some background. She had just graduated from nursing school and had been hired at the local hospital. One of the first people she met was Cammy, one of my grandmother’s nurses. When my father had asked, casually, if Cammy knew anyone who might be willing to spend nights with my grandfather she immediately suggested Jan. She’d only been working at the hospital for a few weeks and still hadn’t found a permanent place to live. This situation, on the surface, appeared to be the answer but also a big help to her. Not only would she would have a rent free place to sleep but would get paid for doing it.

As we helped Jan move her few things into the house the lack of a closet became a bit of a concern. She had her nurses uniforms (dresses) all on hangers and needed a place to hang them. My brother, in one of the few times I can remember him using his brain, came up with the suggestion of the closet under the stairs. When we looked it housed mostly my grandmother’s coats; things that she would probably never use again. With my grandfather being totally grumpy, my father tried to explain the reasons for it to Jan telling her that he really was a nice man. As my father talked it gave me the time to study her.

A little shorter than Elle, she appeared to be very similar in build. She was wearing a pair of yellow and white clam diggers but, to my disappointment, were sort of baggy which pretty much eliminated a VPL. Free to let my imagination go I fantasized visiting my grandfather in the future while Jan was at the hospital and her wash out on the line. It was a nice thought even if she wasn’t a raving beauty.

That night Jim, Eric and Cal went to the races with me. Even though Andy had been the first one who had promised to help me get the front axle, the three of them pledged to help me do it soon. Eric was the real motivating factor. Even with his country bumpkin looks, Cal was proving to be enthusiastic addition to my small circle of friends as he asked if her could be included. The offer helped to revive my fading hope of racing that Summer.

The only memory I have of the Sunday sailing races was that I spent what free time I had watching Cat’s bottom. She arrived wearing the same shorts as the week before and the view was incredible. Not only for the VPL of the crotch of her panties but also showed the indentation of the leg elastics of her panties. I just knew I had to find a few minutes to go downtown at lunch to see if I could find them for Elle. I also managed to visualize Willie’s wife Merry wearing the panties I’d found. It was a nice thought.

To be continued...

2012-01-10T08:32:00.003-05:00

SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83g)

I made sure all the sand was off them before going inside. I checked on the kids and then headed for the bathroom knowing that if Elle returned that I’d have enough time to hide the panties. The light in there was better as well. When I spread them out on the counter I was surprised at just how sheer they were. I hadn’t noticed that when I’d looked at them right after I’d found them. I was absolutely taken by the lace treatment and the different waist elastic. They truly were fancy panties and, without getting some others to compare them to, thought they were the nicest of all. The one concern I had was that they looked a little big and I remembered looking at the label for the size when I’d found them. My memory said they were a size 5 and when I checked the label again I was right... Evette Size 5. I went to Elle’s panty drawer and took a couple of her fancy panties to compare them with and the Evette panties I’d found were definitely larger. I figured that they had been mislabeled but then I remembered the Munsingwear panties I bought for Elle in the city a while back that were larger than the other size 5's Elle had. It was puzzling, for sure. However, as I looked at the fancy panties on the counter I knew I wanted to find some exactly like them.

I took a sniff of them and could tell they had been in sea water. I put them in the sink and washed them out with fresh water but then didn’t know what to do with them now that they were wet. By then I was concerned that Elle wasn’t back and wanted to go check on her. I decided that the trunk of my car was probably the safest place. After depositing them there I went over to Andy’s. Lil was out cold in a lawn chair and Elle was sitting on the lawn. With both Andy’s trucks there I guessed that he’d probably gone looking for beer and took a chance that he’d gone over to Jim’s. I told Elle I’d try to find him and if I couldn’t get him to come home I’d at least get his keys so we could get Lil inside.

My guess was right. Andy, Jim and Dora, Jim’s wife, were sitting on their patio. When I arrived I told Andy that Lil needed his help. I happened to be looking right at Dora when I said it and I remember her rolling her eyes as if to say “Thank you”. Back when Andy left Elle and I he was fairly steady on his feet but now it was a different story. He almost fell when he stood up but wouldn’t let me help him as we headed for his unit. As soon as we walked in the yard he started yelling at Lil, waking her from her stupor. He told her to get her ass inside as she was embarrassing him. Lil was incapable of standing on her own, let alone going up the steps and inside. I went over to help her and with Elle standing behind her, pushing, we got her to the door. Andy then bulled his way up the steps, passed us, and grabbed Lil’s arm and pretty much dragged her inside. I looked at Elle and put my hands up indicating that we’d done all we could.

We were on the walkway in our yard when Elle squeezed my hand. I was more than a little upset at how what had been a good day had turned sour so quickly so didn’t respond. When I didn’t she proceeded to yank my hand and arm turning me towards her. When I did she asked why I hadn’t given her bottom a feel. Still fuming at the way the night had ended up when it had held such promise I didn’t answer. Then she took my hand and put it between her legs. She wasn’t damp. She was wet. That discovery changed my demeanor immediately. As I stood there in the yard rubbing her panties and trying to get a finger inside she started to giggle. She proceeded to tell me that just before Andy and I arrived she’d wet herself again while sitting in the grass along side Lil. She thought that was funny. I didn’t know about the funny part but it was obvious that she was amenable to further “play” and that changed my attitude. When I finally went to bed to sleep I had to admit to myself that it really had been a fun day, even with Andy and Lil’s “interruption”.

Going back to work Friday I expected a rather easy day. Payroll had been the focus prior to the 4th so most of the other work was deferred and Jo and Andre would have priority for the equipment. Jay had been lobbying for an additional machine operator but with Civil Service doing their audit he was told he’d have to wait until they created the job descriptions. Almost every day the computer was in use the whole day as was most of the peripheral equipment. We hadn’t been able to take group lunches as we had in the past and we pretty much took individual time when we could get away. On that day there wasn't much keypunching to be done which left Rena with little to do. Seeing me sort of wandering around she asked if I could do her a big favor.

There was still some uneasiness between us since she’d started to work in the department. She was still the “tease”, every so often giving me a quick peek of her panties, but it was nowhere near where we’d been at when she worked across the hall in the purchasing department. We seldom talked except for work related things. Because of that I was a bit surprised that she’d approached me. A bit wary, I asked want she wanted. She was still without a car because she didn’t have any money to replace the car destroyed when she got hurt. The lady who had hit her didn’t have insurance (it wasn’t mandatory back then) and now Rena was suing her. Rena's attorney needed her to sign some papers and she wanted me to drive her downtown to do it. It seemed harmless so I agreed.

At the attorney’s office it was discovered that Rena had left some paperwork at her home (if you could call it that) in the ground so needed me to drive her there as well. As we pulled in I saw sheets on a clothesline and hoped there was something more interesting behind them. As Rena ran down the steps I quickly got out and ducked under the sheets. Not quite a "bonanza" of panties, but enough to create a “stirring“ down below.

To be continued...

2012-01-08T21:11:00.001-05:00

SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83f)

Sitting there, mostly observing the girls interact with Elle, I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. I really didn’t give my kids much time. We’d been there for a while and, pushing my luck a bit, I put my hand under Elle’s chair again. In almost a repeat of earlier, I soon felt warm liquid running between my fingers. The way I was sitting showed my positive reaction to it. However, with the proximity of the kids, that was all I got. The ground where we were sitting was mostly sand so there was no puddle. When I heard Andy’s voice I was certainly glad for that fact. The decibel level told me that he’d had more than just a few beers. I hadn’t seen him to talk to since the morning I’d taken the pictures of Lil and, immediately, feared that in his current state, he would ask me for them. Before I could even turn around I heard Lil’s voice as well.

It was somewhat funny in that when Andy was drinking his voice got louder and he became more animated. Lil, on the other hand, got quieter and even more laid back than usual. Andy’s loudness indicated to me that he was drunk or close to it. With Lil, it was obvious when I looked at her. Her eyelids were drooping and she was having a hard time standing up. I’m not sure that Elle had ever seen her drunk and when she saw her she immediately got up and guided her to her chair. Lil's tongue was so “heavy” that it was hard to make out just what she was trying to say. Andy had two beers in his hands and promptly gave one to Lil. As she tried putting it up to her lips she spilled some down her front. She was wearing a sleeveless cotton blouse and a pair of possibly cream colored shorts. They both became slightly yellowed. Andy thought that it was funny and came over and offered to “even her up” and threatened to pour some of his down her other side. I remember thinking that he was really pretty mean to her. I managed to get his attention and started pressing him on when he was going to help me get the front axle for my race car. Even though he wasn't sober he knew that he’d promised to do it but still hadn’t. I had to listen to a whole bunch of excuses and when he’d finished his beer he asked if I had any. Thankfully, I didn’t. He abruptly turned around and left. Lil was almost totally passed out with my kids asking what was wrong with Auntie Lil. By then it was time for them to get bathed and ready for bed. As Elle was leaving with them I gave her damp bottom a gentle swat.

That left me alone with Lil. Actually, she was sort of cute. I tried to talk with her but there was no use. I’d get a few mumbles and then her jaw would go slack. In one way I was hoping that Andy wouldn’t come back and yet I wanted him to come back and collect her. I finally left her and walked over to an open window at Andy’s place and called for him. I didn’t get a response and wondered where their kids were. There were no lights on but it was still light out so went back to where I’d left Lil. I found her lying on the ground and crying. Again, I tried to talk with her but to no avail. My guess is that she probably weighed between 125 and 130 pounds. I gave a quick thought to trying to pick her up and to carry her home but the memory of my previous back problems jumped to the forefront. I did untangle her legs which had folded up under her as she fell. In doing it I got a pretty fair look up the leg openings of her shorts. It appeared that she was wearing plain white cotton panties. While I was doing that I heard Elle call me from inside asking if everything was OK. I told her about Lil’s condition and she said she’d be out as soon as the kids fell asleep.

Just before Elle arrived Lil woke up. She didn’t know where she was but was able to mumble out that she wanted to go home. I told her to wait for a few minutes but she tried to get up. Not wanting her to hurt herself I tried to help her up and was able to get her standing... for a few seconds. I remember wishing that Elle would hurry up. When she started to fall I guided her into the chair that was right there. She continued to babble but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. It was about then that Elle finally appeared. We got her up and with Elle on one side and me on the other we started walking her home. It took quite a while but when we got her to the door it was locked. I, again, called for Andy but, as before, there was no answer. Both his trucks were parked out front so I didn’t know what to do. All the way Lil had continued to mumble but neither of us could figure out what she was trying to say. There was a lawn chair right there so we decided to sit her down. Elle and I were both pretty tired from half dragging her home. I was ready for both of us to just leave her there like that but Elle would have none of it and said she would stay. I remember being upset with her, telling her that Lil would be OK, as I headed for home.

Walking home I remembered thinking about my first thoughts when I found out that Lil and Andy would be our neighbors. Up to then it had been OK but I was a bit upset about what had just happened. It had been a pretty good day up to when they showed up. I was almost in the door when I remembered the panties I’d retrieved from my boat and doubled back to get them. With Elle next door I had a perfect chance to inspect them.

To be continued...

2012-01-06T14:11:00.001-05:00

SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83e)

I was disappointed when I saw Elle’s teacher friend. Her dress was longer than most I'd observed and the woman was in her 40’s. I hate to say this but she looked like a stereotyped teacher. Almost painfully thin with glasses, she looked anything but like a tennis player. I remember standing there during the introduction (her name was Joy) and telling myself that an ugly panty peek was better than no panty peek at all.

My first impression about her being a tennis player was quickly shattered. Elle and I were on one side of the net and Suzette was on the other and it seemed that she could return all of our errantly hit balls. We only did this for a few minutes before she started the “lesson”. Although Elle was a decidedly better player than I was, the lessons were for both of us. In spite of my opinion of her looks she was an effective teacher. She decided that she would work on my “pitty-pat” serve and, by paying attention, I found myself improving. While I practiced by myself, Suzette worked with Elle on her back hand shot. Before long Elle and I switched places. I quickly realized that having someone who knows what they’re talking about does make a difference. Joy and I were hitting balls back and forth and, much to my surprise, I was enjoying it. After a while I looked over to where Elle had been practicing and saw her squatting just off the court. I knew immediately what was happening.

When we left home Elle had decided to wear a pair of heavy cotton panties under a pair of her fancy panties because, as we had discussed, there would be ample opportunities for a toilet. She and Joy had agreeed on an hour of lessons which still would give Elle adequate leeway. However, as the saying goes, “the best laid plans oft times go astray”. Elle had gone when we were leaving Buddy and Carol’s but we’d spent quite a bit of time saying our good byes. We had to drop the kids at her mother’s house and she didn’t go when we were there. Then, there was the introductory time when meeting Joy. But the real problem was that once into the lessons we’d completely lost track of time. It was now approaching 4:30pm. Two hours between bathroom visits was pretty much the outside limit for Elle and we were definitely there. That, and Elle had been drinking iced tea at lunch, something she normally didn’t drink, created the problem.

After seeing Elle I looked at my watch and called to Joy that we were late in getting the kids and it was time to stop. Walking over to where Elle was squatting I noted that she was playing with one of her sneaker laces. Joy picked up on it and asked Elle if her shoe was bothering her and, to her credit, she said yes. Joy then told us both to make sure that we had good fitting shoes if we were serious about playing tennis. We thanked her for her help and made a vague promise to do it again as we headed for our cars.

I dug a towel out for Elle and had a big smile on my face as I handed it to her. Surprising me, she smiled back and moved her legs apart. My hand was there in a split second. On our way to get the kids I told her that she’d done a good job of keeping her secret from Joy. Smiling, she said that it certainly was a good thing that she’d been by herself because after the first spurt, she’d left a trail while walking off the court. With her talking about it I found myself with a nice bulge in my shorts.

By the time we got back home it was close to 6pm. Elle didn’t feel like cooking so I offered to do hamburgers on the hibachi while she made a salad. It didn’t take her long and I was pleased to see she still had on her tennis clothes. When she was setting up the picnic table I went over to her and gave her bottom a feel and it was still damp. Instant bulge. When we were finished eating I asked what was for dessert. I remember her smiling as she looked at me and asked me what I wanted. It was obvious that she was in a very good mood. The kids were playing in the yard by then so when I reached under her lawn chair and tickled her bottom she hardly hesitated before I felt her warm pee flooding over my fingers. We were on the patio so there was a big puddle under her chair. Normally, she would’ve made me clean it up right away but on this night she got up and came and stood by my chair so I could get a really good feel. This part was really unlike her because if anyone were home at Andy and Lil’s they could’ve seen what we were doing. Actually, if anyone had walked by on the street they would’ve seen it as well. I was truly enjoying the moment.

My “fun” stopped soon thereafter. Jean, our oldest came running up and wanted us to play with her in the playhouse. The presents for her birthday had been things like cups, plates, utensils and play food. I’d half-heartedly promised that I’d do it but still hadn’t. When Elle, wet panties and all, headed out back with her lawn chair there wasn’t much I could do but to follow.

To be continued...

2012-01-04T10:16:00.000-05:00

SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83d)

The timing of my arrival turned out to be perfect. She was the person who’d been hired to stay with my grandfather and when I walked in he was all fired up about it... and the other changes my father was making. That meant I didn’t get chastised for not coming around. All I had to do was listen to his complaints that he was still capable of taking care of himself. I was able to elicit the fact that her name was Jan and that my father was in the process of having a bed put into the back parlor so that he wouldn’t have to use the stairs as much. There wasn’t much I could say so I just kept quiet. It was definitely to my benefit to do so. I think he was looking for me to agree with him and my silence only made him madder. When I asked if he was ready to go to the hospital he said he wasn’t going and told me to go home. He was really upset.

On my way home I was trying to find something positive about my upcoming tennis “lesson”. There was nothing I could do to get out of it as I’d recently promised Elle that I’d play at least once a week. As I’ve mentioned, about the only positive I could fine in playing tennis was the hope for a decent panty peek from other women who might be there. I decided the best I could hope for was that her teacher friend was decent looking and was wearing a super short skirt.

Elle was surprised to see me back so early. She was on the phone and, excitedly, let me know it was my good sailing friend, Buddy. He let me know that he and his wife, Carol, and their new baby were spending the day with his parents at their bungalow and were wondering if Elle and I could stop by to see them. With him not sailing this Summer it had been over six months since I’d last seen him. He was in a new job in the city and with the new baby just couldn’t find a way to sail this year. In hearing the offer I figured it was the perfect way to get out of tennis... plus, since the cottage was right behind the sailing club, I’d have a decent chance to retrieve the panties I’d hidden in the boat. With Elle excited to see the baby I, of course, said “Yes” and he immediately invited us for lunch. I was a happy man.

The happiness was somewhat short lived as Elle told me that her teacher friend lived in the town next to where the sailing club was located and that we could still have the lesson at her old high school courts. I probably made a feeble attempt to derail that plan but, in any case, when we left for Buddy’s, we were wearing tennis clothes. I fully expected the teasing that Buddy laid on me because, when we had played the previous Summer I had made a comment that it was the last time he’d see me in tennis clothes.

Elle and my kids were totally involved with the baby right from the time we arrived. Buddy and I went down to the club so that he could see the boats, especially the new ones. All I knew about the red boat was that it was the newest one built by Rex and that the owner was Chuck’s cousin. Like all of Rex’s boats the workmanship was excellent. I showed him Cat’s boat and that surprised him. She’d crewed for him in the area championships but had never let on that she was interested in buying a boat. He confessed to me that if he’d known that he would’ve offered her his boat for the Summer. I told him that Will wasn’t sailing and that it had been leased to a guy who had sailed with the club many years before. Buddy knew about that and offered up that Will was going through some hard times... loss of his job and going through a divorce.

The whole time we were on the beach I was trying to figure out how to get my hands on the panties without Buddy knowing. As we started up the stairs to the house I heard someone call my name. As I turned to look Carol was at the top of the stairs calling us for lunch. I didn’t recognize the caller but started down the steps anyway. As I did Buddy said he’d see me back at the house. I didn’t recognize the person who’d called my name but he knew me. It turned out that he was Cat’s father. He told me that Cat had pointed me out to him as the person who had turned her back onto sailing. He shook my hand and said that he had been a racer when he was younger and that he was so happy to see his daughter back into it again. I would’ve liked to talk with him more but I knew lunch was being served and that I, as a guest, was expected to be there. I started for the stairs again but, just as I hit the first step, remembered the panties. Fortunately, the weather had been good since Sunday and the panties had dried. Discreetly, I shook the sand off them and stuffed them into the pocket of my tennis shorts and then ran up the stairs. I was really excited about having them in my possession but was disappointed that I’d still have to wait to inspect them closely. Before going inside I ditched them under my seat in the car.

Elle called her tennis friend around 2pm and agreed to meet her at the school at 3pm. Buddy, being the joker that he was, threatened to come over to watch me get my “lesson”. I told him that if he did it would be the end of our friendship. Carol had lost most of the weight she’d gained with the baby but it was obvious that the shorts she was wearing were from a previous Summer. I had my fair share of VPL’s (visible panty lines) but the best was saved for last. As we were saying our good byes she wheeled the baby carriage out to the driveway. The movement of the carriage had upset the baby and when she cried Carol bent over and into the carriage to pick her up. Not only was there a vivid VPL but there were two peeks of her panties from under her shorts. Elle saw me ogling that and gave me a kick. I just couldn’t help myself.

To be continued...

2012-01-02T14:50:00.000-05:00

SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83c)

The most memorable thing was that we were out on the water for the first time. Late for the start we ended up last. It didn’t matter in the long run as the races were only “tune ups”. Elle and I used the time to practice some of the maneuvers that we’d been weak on the previous season. I really don’t remember how we did in the second race but what I do remember happened after we were all ashore. Ruthie, Jimbo’s wife had shown up with their new baby. Of course, that got the attention of most of the females. I was left to unrig (take the sails off, coil all the lines etc.) the boat by myself as were most of the guys who sailed with their wives. Because I was the last boat to arrive at the sailing club that morning I had to wait for the hose that was used to wash the salt off the boat. It also meant that anyone going to the parking lot had to go past. A couple of the guys stopped by to chat including Willy. He had some clothes in his arms and I recognized the shirt on top of the pile as the one he’d been wearing while we were racing. He put them down on the deck and then asked me about one of the fittings I used to adjust the jib (the small sail at the front of the boat). I went about explaining it to him until someone handed me the water hose. Continuing to talk as I sprayed the boat I finally reached where his clothes lay. I asked him if he wanted me to rinse them off and he quickly grabbed then up. By then, Merry, his wife walked by and they soon left. Elle was right behind her. I gave her the rudder and tiller to take to the car and finished up with the hose. When I came back to the boat after putting the hose away I had to put the tie downs straps on. As I was doing it and walking around the boat I saw something white half buried in the sand. When I pulled on it with my toe I saw that it was a sock but there was something else down there as well. For this I bent down and pulled it out of the sand. By the feel I could tell it wasn’t a sock. As I pulled it up I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. I quickly looked up and around to see if anyone was nearby and saw no one. It wasn’t just a pair of panties... they were truly “fancy panties”.

I was on my hands and knees as I spread them out on the sand. To start with they had a waist elastic like none I’d ever seen before. They looked huge as I looked down on them. The very first thing I did was to find the label. It read “Evette” and said they were a size 5. I remember thinking that it must be wrong. They had a really delicate lace around the leg openings but that wasn’t the only lace they had. About an inch and a half above that was another 1/2 inch of lace. That lace was not an overlay on the nylon but was separate and went all the way around, even down through the crotch. When I put my fingers on it I could see right through it. Speaking of the crotch, it appeared to be larger, from front to back, than most that I could remember. Because they were wet and covered with wet sand I couldn’t really get a good feel for the material but they were mind numbingly beautiful. My “inspection” probably lasted for no more than 30 seconds, if that. I knew Elle would be back looking for me so I balled them up and stuffed them under a floorboard in the boat.

Walking back to the car I was excited. I figured that the panties had to belong to Willie’s wife and that he’d dropped them when he grabbed the clothes off the deck of my boat. Driving back to Elle’s mother’s house to pick up the kids all I could think of was how to get back to the boat to get my hands on those panties.I came up with a couple of ideas but they were pretty hokey so I didn’t even try. That night, in bed, as I went over the beauty of the panties, I tried to reconcile the actual size of the panties with the size 5 label. I even remember pulling out a pair of Elle’s fancy panties before going to bed and they seemed a bit smaller. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them.

With 4th of July on a Thursday I had to have the payroll done on Wednesday. I’d continued to find ways to speed up the process and with that, and a minimum of (still unpaid) overtime, I managed to deliver the checks to Mrs. G in the Treasurer’s office in plenty of time. I was pretty proud of myself. It meant I’d have all of the 4th to get caught up at home and, possibly, get a few minutes to work on the race car. I even had a thought about going to my sailboat to retrieve Merry’s panties. However... as soon as I got home I pretty much knew that wasn’t going to happen. Elle was wearing her tennis clothes and immediately figured she wanted me to go play after we ate. But I was wrong. She’d already played with her tennis playing teacher friend. I thought I was home free but then she dropped the “bomb” on me. She’d arranged for me to get a lesson the next day. NOT what I wanted, for sure.

There was one thing I had to do without fail on the 4th and that was to go see my grandfather. It’d been a few weeks since I’d taken him to the hospital and he’d complained to my father. When my father told me about it he mentioned that he was in the process of arranging to have someone stay overnight with my grandfather. He’d fallen but, luckily, it’d been during the daytime when the man who worked for him was around. I expected to get an earful from my grandfather but when I pulled into the driveway I saw an unfamiliar car. I no sooner got out when I saw this pleasant looking young woman headed towards me. She waved as she headed for her car. My eyes followed her to her car as she was worth a close look.

To be continued...

2011-12-22T14:21:00.001-05:00

SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83b)

It would’ve been easier if Elle had been there to help me set the boat up. Setting the mast is a “bear” when doing it alone. I was struggling a bit when another sailor helped me guide it in place. When I looked up it was Willie, the guy who’d sailed with me in the tune up race a year prior and who had let Elle and I stay in his apartment in the city during the Winter. I’d heard that he was chartering Will’s boat and wished him good luck for the season. I asked who was crewing for him and he laughed. Then, with a big smile said it was his wife and then asked if I knew anyone who knew anything about sailing might be available. I told him that crews were in short supply and he was lucky to have his wife. Just about then she walked up.

I’d only met her that one time in the city. Because I didn’t remember her name I was bit embarrassed. Willy bailed me out and introduced her... again... Meredith. She burst in that she preferred Merry because it was less formal and a “happy name”. I looked her over and, other than she could afford to lose some weight, was quite attractive. Based upon the fact that I knew Willy was in his early 30’s I figured her to be a little younger. But, she was wearing a pair of loose fitting flowered bermuda shorts which meant here wasn’t much chance of a VPL, wet or dry. I remember hoping there would be other chances for that over the next few weeks.

By then most of the other sailors and crews had showed up. Many of them stopped to say hello but I was very curious to see who owned the red and the cream colored boats. The first person I saw at the cream boat looked vaguely familiar. He was quite tall, at least 3 or 4 inches taller than me. Then I had my answer as I recognized the woman walking towards him as Cat, the lady who I’d taken sailing one afternoon the previous Summer and who had crewed for Buddy once. Unfortunately, the timing was poor for her to appear as Elle was right behind her. I was in the process of putting the sails on and for me to stop and to walk over to Cat and to ignore Elle would’ve been a BIG mistake. It wasn’t that Elle had a problem with her as we’d all gotten together the previous Summer. It just wasn’t the time.

It wasn’t long after that a horn blew to signal a pre-race meeting. Rex, the boat builder who had sold his boat, was now the head of the race committee, wanted to go over the plans for the day. As I walked towards the club I saw Cat right in front of me. It wasn’t seeing her that excited me. It was what she was wearing. I was about ten steps behind her and what I saw was almost unbelievable. She was wearing a pair of white shorts that went a couple of inches down her thighs. They truly looked like they were molded to her body. I could clearly see the leg elastics and the crotch line of her panties almost as well as if she didn’t have the shorts on at all. She ended up going up a couple of steps towards the porch to hear better. I stayed behind her but still on the sand just to get a better view. With one leg on a higher step it made her shorts even tighter on her butt cheeks. OH MY HEART! For once it wasn’t the panties I was interested in. It was the shorts. I wanted a pair (or more) for Elle.

Disappointment came when we started putting the boats in the water. The owner of the red boat never showed up so I was able to see Cat as her boat was carried in. She’d changed and was now wearing blue and white striped bermuda shorts along with a bra top that had to be part of a bikini bathing suit. It indicated, to me, that she probably was wearing the bottom part of the suit under the shorts. After my boat was safely in the water and Elle had walked out far enough in the water to get her shorts wet I started raising the sails. It was obvious that something was wrong as the sail had a big wrinkle in it. It only took me a few seconds to see that the part of the sail called the tack was not attached. The thumb screw that was supposed to hold the sail to the boom was missing. I asked Elle where it was and she said it wasn’t there when she put the sails on the boom. I had a small tackle box that I had to hold small parts so ran back to my car to fetch it only it wasn’t in the car. Then I remembered that I hadn’t seen it when loading all my stuff up at my parents garage. Missing that parts box was a big problem.

Cat and her boat were now right next to us. I called over to see if they had any spare parts in the boat but they didn’t. Bret, her husband, said they had some odds and ends in the car and told me the keys to the trunk were under the floor mat. By then only Cat and I were the only boats that were not on our way to the starting area. Again, I made a mad dash back to the parking lot. Once I opened the trunk of their car I saw a tray of nuts, bolts and screws. I knew I could find something in there to make do. But, right next to the tray was a pile of clothes. I recognized the shirt Cat’s husband had been wearing when they had arrived and, once I had a nut and bolt that I thought would work, took a chance that Cat’s clothes would be in the pile. Even knowing that time was fleeting by, I pulled the shirt off the pile and saw part of the white shorts that Cat had been wearing. I grabbed at them and knew from the feel that they were different from any others that I’d had my hands on. Cotton, for sure, but they felt different. It was like a heavier T shirt material but still very soft. What I wanted to know was who made them so I peeked inside and saw the label. "Aileen" was the name on the tag. I stuffed them back into the pile, slammed the trunk and ran back to the boat. As I jury rigged the sail I could see that the race committee had started the countdown for the beginning of the first race.

To be continued...

2011-12-20T14:36:00.002-05:00

SUMMER... Hopefully, fun ahead (Part 83a)

I’d pretty much planned out my Saturday. For the morning I had work to do on both vehicles, cut the lawn and re-anchor the kids swing set. Then, in the afternoon was to go to my parents and get my sailboat out from the garage, find all the pieces and trail it over to the sailing club. It was about 8:30am or so when Dick, one of the owners of the mobile home park, stopped by my car as I was working on it. He came up to me and asked if he could ask a very big favor. Not having any idea of where he was going with it I answered ”probably“. Their new mobile home park was scheduled to open the following weekend and there was still a lot of thing that needed to be done. The itinerant laborers he and his brother had hired to prepare the ground for sodding hadn’t shown up for the past two days. The sod was being delivered on Monday and there was no way it could be laid in the shape the ground was presently in. He was willing to pay $2.50 and hour, almost double what the minimum wage was. A quick calculation in my head said that it was almost what I was making working for the County. I was immediately interested. There was one catch... he wanted me to find a couple of others. I knew Andy wasn’t available as he was working on a private deal with his bulldozer. Jim already had a weekend job so that left Eric, of what could be considered my local friends. I told him I’d see what I could do but in any case that I’d be up there by 9am.

Ever since an axel had been located for my race car I’d been anxious to go and get it. Since Eric was so critical to the project I’d been waiting on him to let me know when he was available. Because he had such a varied schedule at the air base it was very difficult for him to plan too far in advance. I never knew when he was on or off. I walked down the street and, much to my surprise, found him. He was helping his friend who had just moved into Andy’s old unit. He introduced me to Cal. I hate to pidgeonhole people but Cal was definitely one to do it to. He was thinner than me, had a long neck and had ears that stuck out. On first appearances he was definitely a ”rube“. Once he opened his mouth I had to do a double take. He was from Northern Maine and talked like someone from the backwoods. I didn’t say anything and went ahead and told Eric what I was looking for. $2.50 an hour really caught his attention. He’d just got off duty at 6am and was off until midnight but, like me, did a quick calculation and said he’d like to do it. Twenty dollars was twenty dollars. Cal was listening and quickly asked if he could come too. My first thoughts were negative but Dick had asked for as many warm bodies I could gather up so... I said sure.

I’d not been to the new park. I knew that seven or eight of the residents from the old park had taken the ”boys” up on their offer and I’d seen some of them being moved. As we drove in I could see a couple of homes already in place. The first things that grabbed me were that they had off street parking and had trees on their pads (lots). The first section was to have around 80 pads but for the opening they only had 15 or 16. All the streets had been prepared for paving but to save money they had only paved the areas where the pads were ready. It didn’t take much to know what we were supposed to do. There was all kinds of debris scattered around from small tree limbs to clumps of asphalt from the paving and excess cement from the patios. We knew we had our work cut out for us.

Cal surprised me and was a no nonsense hard worker. Dick brought us lunch and by mid afternoon we’d gotten about half of the pads ready to have the sod laid. It wasn’t long after that that Eric and I heard what could be called “music” to our ears. The stock car track was about a half mile away and at 4pm practice started. We both had the same thought... let’s go to the races when we’re done. But, reality, especially for Eric, took hold. We figured that we’d be done around somewhere around 7pm. Eric hadn’t had any sleep in about 24 hours and wanted to get at least a few hours before reporting to duty. I knew Elle wasn’t that crazy about me being gone all day, especially with none of the things I’d planned being done. She wouldn’t let the kids on the swing set until I’d anchored it better than it was. Cal, who was newly married, wanted to go home for a very obvious reason. The races had to wait... again.

Sunday I was up early. I still had to get the boat ready and the races started at 1pm. Elle was grumbling about leaving so early right from the time we got up so I told her I’d go alone and she could come along later. That solved that problem. Once at my parents things went a little better. My father was very anal and had a habit of keeping everything, especially empty boxes. I knew that over the Winter my boat had become the shelf for them. When I got into the garage, there were no boxes. Absolute shock! I was able to locate all the necessary parts and loaded them up. By mid morning I was on the way to the sailing club.

To be continued...

2011-12-18T23:41:00.001-05:00

ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82f)

I thought about what had happened on both days quite a bit. I really didn’t know what to make of it. I do know that on Wednesday morning I knew well before she arrived that I was, again, going to ask about the panties. I was prepared to verbally respond as well. Actually, the impromptu questioning went better but I’m not sure it mattered to her. I also wasn’t prepared for her answer as she said she wasn’t wearing the new ones. That’s when I went back to the ”off the cuff“ mode and asked ”why not?. That clearly put her ill at ease. But, before she could answer I blurted out something along the lines of “I think you’re fibbing”. Immediately, she shook her head from side to side and, in almost a repeat of Tuesday, pulled her blouse up with one hand and the waist of her jeans down with the other. Being intimately familiar with the elastic waistbands of Carter’s Spanky Pants, I could see she wasn’t lying and, probably too quickly, acknowledged it.

There was nothing sexual about what she did or how she did it. I apologized for having challenged her and she just stood there with a sheepish look on her face. I know I was blushing and left right after that. I remember thinking that in many ways she was just like the child she’d been when my friend and I had persuaded her to wet her panties for us so many years before. It was when thinking of that that I remembered she still had her spare pants and panties in the bathroom that she still hadn’t used. With the next day her last I guessed that she probably wouldn’t.

Joan arrived a bit earlier than usual. I’d grown used to her arrival and it was going to seem strange for her not to be coming any more... especially after the last few mornings. I’d decided to pay her for the whole week even though she wouldn’t be there on Friday. It was only $3 more but when I gave the $15 to her you would’ve thought I’d given her a whole $15 more. She was very appreciative and said that she was going to miss the girls. We just chatted for a bit and then I did it one more time... and asked if she had the new panties on. This time she had a big smile on her face and almost seemed playful when she reached under her blouse and undid her pants. I hadn’t expected the panty peeks that she’d given me before and surely wasn’t prepared for what I was witnessing as her jeans slid down her thighs and I saw the appliques and lace around the legs of her panties. It lasted for maybe 5 or 6 seconds. It wasn’t long. As she pulled the pants back up I could see her face was flushed. I didn’t have a clue as to what to say... so didn’t say anything and turned to say goodbye to my girls. That, at least for the moment, broke the tension. She was back together and composed when I headed for the door. I thanked her again for helping us out. I know she said something but I didn’t really hear it. I just wanted to get out the door. I sat in my car for a few minutes to compose myself. Had I really just witnessed a “free show”? I really had and it was hard to believe.

That was the last day of school and Elle’s last day of teaching. The students only had a half day and after they were dismissed and on the buses the teachers were treated to a luncheon put on by the PTA (Parent Teacher’s Association) and then were free for the Summer. I was pleasantly surprised when I got home to find Elle in a tennis outfit. The first thing I did when I walked in was to go give her a hug and a “feel”. She tried to slap my hand away because the kids were right there. Even though it wasn’t much I could feel dampness and wanted to know what had happened. She motioned towards the kids and made a zip motion across her lips. I wasn’t happy but made her promise not to change her clothes until after we’d all eaten.

I was “rewarded” for waiting. We took the kids out in the yard to play. We sat in lawn chairs while watching them and Elle told me about her tennis afternoon. She had overheard some of the teachers talking about playing tennis and followed up on it at the luncheon. Knowing that Joan was going to be with the kids until after 5pm, she said “yes” when asked if she wanted to go hit some balls with one of them. Intending to only spend about an hour she found that the other woman was about the same level of player that she was and they ended up playing tennis with scoring... and she loved it. But... she lost track of time and when she realized how long they’d been playing knew she might have a problem getting home without wetting herself. She told me she actually made it home but when the kids saw her they “tackled” her and she couldn’t get inside. She ended up starting to pee herself while on the steps but didn’t think Joan saw it. Then she said she thought I just might like a surprise when I got home and smiled. So did I. It proved to me that whatever it had been that set her off the previous weekend was gone.

However, I pushed my luck when I asked if she’d pee while sitting in the lawn chair. With a BIG smile on her face she said she would but it would “cost me”. After a week of being basically “shut out” I didn’t have much choice but to say something like “how much?”. Realistically, it wasn’t much. She just wanted me to commit to playing tennis with her at least once a week during the Summer. However, the only thing I liked about tennis was the outfits the women wore. As far as playing it I’d pretty much proved that I didn’t have any talent for it. When I shrugged my shoulders and smiled, she had this smug look on her face and soon thereafter I could hear a faint splashing coming from under her chair. We put the kids to bed around 8:30pm or so and for the first time in almost a week really enjoyed going to bed. It was still light out but that didn’t matter. Between our “fun” and the panty show by Joan I certainly had “sweet dreams“.

To be continued...

2011-12-16T23:10:00.001-05:00

ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82e)

With a little difficulty, Arne and Alex got the sails on and up. I helped Andrew aboard and jumped in myself. It was a perfect wind for neophyte sailors as there was no way for them to get into trouble. I tried my best not to lose patience with Arne as he tried to play the role of Captain of the ship, giving Alex and Andrew orders. The redeeming factor in the time I spent with them was to get a few panty peeks when we changed direction (came about) and the boom, attached to the sail, moved over our heads. Alex never seemed to know where to go and would end up splay legged giving me slight peeks of white up the leg openings of her shorts. By the time we got back to shore Elle had taken the kids back to her mother’s house. Alex was anxious to go ashore so jumped over the side only to find that the tide had come up even further. Her whole body went under and when she came up she was spitting water out of her mouth. Her blouse was plastered to her chest and even with a bra on I could clearly see her nipples poking out. I certainly enjoyed the view from above.

When I carted the beach umbrellas to the back of the house I could see that Alex had already washed out her clothes and they were hanging on the wash line. Her panties were alone on one line and were blowing gently in the breeze. I actually stopped to watch them for a minute remembering the night I had ”borrowed“ a pair from that same line a few years prior. I wondered if these were also Vanity Fair panties.

It was too late to think about starting to go work on my boat. I knew Elle wanted to be home early as she had to do her preparations for the last few days of school and with me already in "the doghouse" I didn't want to aggravate her any more that I already had. So I said good bye to my parents and headed over to her mother’s house to get her and the kids. She was still a bit ”snotty“ but less caustic than she’d been in the morning. I still didn’t know what I’d done to put her in this negative mood. By the time we headed for bed she was at least talking with me but still nowhere near ”friendly“. I knew enough to be patient so just tried to be as nice as I could. As I lay in bed I wondered if I’d ever figure out the workings of the female mind.

Monday morning found Elle to be fairly civil towards me. That, to me, was a sign that whatever it was that set her off was fading from her thoughts. I figured it might take another day or two until things were truly back to normal. When Joan arrived I was surprised to see her in shorts. Even through the hottest days she’d continued to wear her jeans. I don’t remember what it was that prompted me to ask her if she’d started wearing the new panties. As soon as I did I could see she was embarrassed which, in turn, embarrassed me. After a few seconds I tried to apologize but by then she had reached down to one of the cuffs of her shorts and pulled it up. I could clearly see the lace around the leg openings. Fortunately she was looking at what she was doing and didn’t see me trying to cover my groin area with my jacket. I wasn’t expecting her to do that so didn’t know what to say. After a few more seconds I managed to stammer out a question about how her husband liked them. I was so nervous by that time I don’t remember her answer and left right after that. At least I’d seen proof that she was wearing the panties and that made me feel good.

It’d been a while since I’d talked with or seen my old friend, Fred, from boarding school. We’d gone in different geographical directions since we’d both married and the last I knew of him he was out in Ohio. So, when he called that evening I was caught off guard when I picked up the phone. He was back on the East coast and wanted to know what I was doing for the 4th of July. Elle and I hadn’t gotten that far in our planing but I did know that it fell during the week. I told him I’d get back with him. I did find out that he had a daughter Anne’s age and that Liz, his wife was pregnant. It was a nice diversion, hearing from him after a long time.

At work, Vi, the lady from Civil Service who doing the audit of the work that each of us did so that proper job descriptions could be developed, had fit right in with us. After my initial annoyance of her presence, I got over it and tried to help her with her project. We’d all adapted to her presence and when she indicated that she’d be done by the end of the week we all were a little disappointed. We were all curious as to just what she’d write up about each of our jobs but she told us we’d have to wait.

It was raining Tuesday morning and Joan was back to wearing her baggy jeans. After a bit of ”small talk“ I headed for the door. Again, from out of no where, I asked if she were wearing her new panties. With no sunshine it was hard to tell but I thought I saw her blushing again. I really didn’t expect a response but she slowly nodded her head, affirmatively. With my hand on the doorknob I heard her ask if I wanted to see. I think it was the shock of hearing those words that made me freeze in place. I stood there as she lifted her blouse with one hand and pulled down the waistband of her jeans with the other. It was enough to see one of the appliques and that proved she was. I honestly don’t remember if I said anything and I don’t remember leaving.

To be continued...

2011-12-14T13:02:00.001-05:00

ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82d)

The next thing I remember is waking up on the chaise out on the patio. The lights inside were out as were the lights over at Andy’s. I had no idea what time it was but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to climb into bed. It was still hot and even hotter inside than outside but I didn’t care. Walking into the bedroom I saw that Elle didn’t have a top sheet covering her and that she was wearing only panties. Again, all I wanted was to “crash” on the bed so didn’t really concern myself with it.

It was close to 9am when I woke and Elle was gone. I quickly realized that the sheet under me was wet. That’s when I remembered seeing Elle in only her panties and without her usual night time “package”. As I stood up I knew I was in for a long day as I had a pretty good hangover. I couldn’t remember just how many beers I’d had. I just hoped that a cool shower would help. Looking down the hall I could see Elle sitting at the dining room table with the kids so jumped into the shower. However, even with the refreshing coolness of the water it didn’t help my head.

Wearing nothing but boxer shorts I proceeded down the hall to the living room. I remember saying “Good morning” but only getting a response from my older daughter. Elle never even acknowledged me. That wasn’t good!. She was wearing a sleeveless top that looked like gauze and her panties. I remember her buying the top at the church clothing consignment store and, at the time, wondering why. It was easy to see she was braless. Even as bad as my head felt seeing her dressed that way started a bit of “stirring” down below. I went over to the table and stated a conversation with the girls only to have Elle get up and move to the sofa. That made me wonder what I’d said or done to her to get her so upset. I really couldn’t remember any harsh conversation with her from the night before.

There was no way I was going to church feeling the way I did. When I asked if she were going I did get a sharp response that it was “too hot!” At this point I was in no mood to go any further with the situation. Just to make conversation I asked the kids what they wanted to do. Jean, the oldest quickly replied “Go to the beach!”. The “beach”, to them, was Elle’s and my parents houses. Feeling the way I did, that was not exactly the response I wanted or needed. I made a half hearted attempt to talk her out of it but Elle, sensing that, chimed in that it was great idea. I was sure she was encouraging them as a type of punishment to me. At that point there was little I could say or do.

Elle decreed that before we left she had to do a load of wash. That’s when I remembered that condition of our bed. I wanted to ask about it but was smart enough to keep my mouth shut. Once that was done we headed out. My head was a bit better and even as hot as it was, feeling the air moving through the windows of the car was somewhat refreshing. As we got closer to the water I could feel that cooler air. Even with my hangover I actually looked forward to going swimming.

After being fed by Elle’s mother I set up umbrellas and towels on my parent’s beach for Elle and the kids. As I was doing this I noticed a sailboat anchored out in front of the neighbor’s house. They were Summer visitors only, living in Michigan full time. I hadn’t had much contact with them since I'd met them some years ago, usually just waving when visiting with my parents. I knew that my parents had become very friendly with them. I remembered from when I first met them that they had three boys. Just as I was about to go for a quick swim the man walked over and introduced himself as Arne. I’d met his wife the day they’d moved in but didn’t remember her name. In thinking about that time I remembered that I’d also gone over to their wash line one night and had taken a pair of panties but didn’t have the nerve to keep them. I think they were the very first Vanity Fair panties I’d ever had my hands on. In any case, after telling me his name he started “snowing” me with faint praise saying that my father had told him that I was “quite the sailor” and that he (Arne) should ask me for some “tips”. Not used to getting “snowed” I fell for it and told him that I’d try to help.

It turned out that he and his wife had only been sailing a few times and it was on a much larger boat that the one he’d bought. He really didn’t know anything about the basics of sailing, not even enough to put the sails on and to raise them up. My “plan” had been to go for a swim and then to go over to my parents garage and to get my own sailboat ready for racing the following weekend. However, I’d committed myself and it was certainly better than sitting with Elle who was still clearly exhibiting the fact that she was mad at me.

I told Arne to get his wife and at least his older son and we’d start at the very beginning. His wife’s name was Alexandra, or Alex, and the boy’s name was Andrew (and didn’t want to be called Andy). It was low tide so when we walked out to where the boat was anchored the water was mid calf for me and knee deep for Alex. I wanted them to be on the outside of the boat so I could show them all the working parts and how they worked without having to move people all around to do so. The husband and wife were willing “students“ and asked simple, but apt, questions. Andrew was a bit of a pain and I watched Arne smack him in the head once to get his attention. I was sure glad that Arne hadn’t been my father. I don’t know how long we worked on that but by the time I felt that they deserved the ”reward’“ of actually going sailing the water was half way up my thighs. I told them to get aboard and to put the sails on while I watched from outside the boat. When I helped Alex get in the boat I had two surprises... the first being that her shorts were wet up to her hips and the second being that I got to see a bit of white up one of the leg openings as she flipped her legs into the cockpit. The wind was just starting to pick up which was a help as far as cooling us off a bit.

To be continued...

2011-12-12T12:27:00.001-05:00

ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82c)

When I returned home Elle was just about to leave for the local lake with the kids. The pool just wasn’t enough to keep them cool even with it dragged under the patio awning to get it out of the sun. I wanted to get out of my damp clothes and into a bathing suit and while I was doing that Lil called to talk with Elle. Andy had quit work early and had taken his kids over to the ocean but Lil never liked it there because of the big waves and swells. She asked if she could join us at the lake. What was a bit weird was that, as far as I or Elle knew, Lil seldom went out without Andy in a social or semi social way. I had no problem with it especially with what I'd seen earlier. My experience with Lil was that she was a bit of an exhibitionist, so was hoping for a bit of that. She was waiting for us by the station wagon and was wearing a pair of shorts and a halter top. I just assumed that she had a bathing suit on underneath them. Seeing her, all I could think about was the pictures I’d taken in the morning. I knew she knew I had the camera and just hoped she didn't say anything about it. Like I said I hadn’t really seen all that much after the first blast of water from Andy where she was lying on the ground. When taking the pictures I was concentrating on taking the pictures and not on her.

The only place I knew for access to the lake was where Jay, Jo and I would sometimes go for lunch. It was a surprise to find about a dozen cars parked along the road by the opening to the lake. Since it was privately owned by the community that surrounded it we didn’t have any other choice. However, as we started walking to the opening Kay remembered the bowling alley that she and Andy bowled at all the time had an access to the water and she knew the owner pretty well. We got back in the car and drove around the lake to the alleys. Luckily, the owner was there and gave us permission. By that time I was dripping wet with perspiration. We made our way to the water to find that there was basically no place to sit. At that point I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was immerse myself in the cool (and it was) water. There were a few fairly smooth rocks to put our towels and things on but they were too high to get up onto. I ended up taking my youngest while Elle took Jean and I pretty much forgot about Lil. The water was really too cold for the kids to stay in the water for very long so when I came back out I saw Lil sitting in the water. It was at the opening and for me to get out of the water she had to move. When she did I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bathing suit as I could clearly see the outline of the leg elastics from her panties though the shorts that were plastered to her. As I dried Anne off I tried to get more of a look at Lil. Even though I couldn’t actually see her panties it was close enough to make it exciting. Twice in one day! I couldn’t believe my luck.

Because of the possibility of getting the race car repaired and getting back to racing my interest in going to the races was heightened. I’d planned on going that night but as hot as it was and the fact that Eric wasn’t available to go and Andy wasn’t back from the ocean with his kids I decided staying home was probably a better idea. Elle had suggested that we cook hamburgers on the hibachi to keep her out of the kitchen. This discussion took place while returning from the lake while Lil was still with us. With Andy not back yet she persuaded Lil to join us. I thought, for sure, she’d go home to change but she didn’t. Her shorts had started to dry but as she bent over to set up the folding chairs I could clearly see her panties through the damp material. I’ll admit I had a soft bulge as I watched her while getting the hibachi set up. Elle, the kids and I all stayed in our bathing suits as we played in and around the pool. We’d just finished eating when Andy and his boys arrived. They joined us and Andy brought over some beer to make it a real party. We let the girls stay up past their bedtime but when it got dark Elle took them inside. It was still quite warm out so we all sat with our feet in the pool using fresh cool water from the hose to run over our arms and legs. I think Lil had gotten up to use the bathroom but Andy jumped up and grabbed her. He spun her around a few times and when he let her go she couldn’t stand up and fell to the ground. I think the beer had something to do with it but in any case Andy was laughing at her. As she tried to stand she started laughing and so did I. She kept telling us to stop laughing as she continued to try and stand up. Finally she gave up and I watched as she put her hands in her crotch. I remember thinking “could it be that she was wetting herself?”

Andy answered the question as he grabbed the hose and turned it on her, pointing right at her crotch. I remember him saying that she was “all cleaned up and ready to go” or something along those lines. She got up on her hands and knees and said she was going home. As she stumbled past the lamp post at the gate I, again, could see her panties though the clinging material of her totally wet shorts. Elle had come outside as the whole scene was finishing up and I remember her chastising Andy for not walking her home. He was pretty drunk by this time and he just laughed and made some comment about anyone who pees on themselves doesn’t deserve special treatment. The look on Elle’s face was classic shock. But, then again, she didn’t see as much of Andy as I did. My only regret was that the yard was dark where Lil had fallen and I didn’t see her actually peeing. All in all, it was still a very good day, especially as far as Lil was concerned.

To be continued...

2011-12-10T12:37:00.002-05:00

ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82b)

One of the things that Andy and I had worked out between us was that instead of each of us having our own proprietary vegetable garden I would grow some things and Andy would grow some different things and then we’d share. We took turns watering as his hose could reach the far parts of my garden and mine would do the same. The heat wave reached into the weekend and, wanting to get a head start on my day before the heat became unbearable, got up very early. The garden needed watering so I went out back and was in the process of doing my side when I saw Andy run around the back of his unit and crouch down along the side. He waved me over to where he was and in a whisper told me to crouch down as well and for me to give him the hose. I was truly puzzled but I could see he was dead serious so kept my mouth shut. We waited for a few minutes and then Andy pointed to the area just behind his unit where the clothes line was located. I saw Lil’s feet and legs sticking out from under a sheet that she was pinning to the line. Andy crept closer and then, turning the hose on full force, came running out and pointing the nozzle right at Lil. I hadn’t moved so couldn’t see her because of the sheet but I certainly could hear her scream. Lil, in trying to get away, ended up tripping over her wash basket. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was lying there screaming for Andy to stop with her legs flailing and trying to keep the water from hitting her in the face. I could see her panties, which Andy had also soaked, and her breasts though her thoroughly wet shirt. She stayed that way, covering her face not trying to get up. Andy turned to me and told me to get my camera. I didn’t have to be told twice.

Luckily, Elle was busy with the kids so I just opened the cabinet and grabbed the camera. I was so anxious that I was trying to open the bellows of it while I running back. Lil was no longer lying on the ground but was now standing in their back yard with Andy still trying to spray her. He was limited by the length of my hose. Her kids were now out in the yard as well. I remember Lil yelling something like “Truce!” and just walking around just out of reach of the water. I pointed the camera and pushed the button. As it was the Polaroid, to take another picture I had to pull the tab to get that picture out and another in place. I did as quickly as I could, just dropping the first one on the ground and snapping another. After the second one there was no more film. All I could do was hope that they had come out.

Concerned that the camera might get wet, I quickly returned to my yard with both undeveloped pictures. One thing I’d learned about the camera was that it didn’t do a good job if the camera or the subject moved and I was concerned that, in my rush, I'd messed them up. I pulled the first picture away from the backing and was happy as it wasn't blurred. It was a good one as it got a bit of her nipples through the wet shirt as well as a good bit of her panties. I held my breath when I opened the second picture. It was clear but only showed her backside but got a good picture of her panties. I’d been so engrossed with all the activity that I hadn’t really noticed her panties were flowered until I saw the pictures. I immediately remembered that they were very much like the ones from the picture that Mac had given to me quite a while back. It also reminded me that I really hadn’t seen many of Lil’s panties on the wash line in the two months that they’d lived there. I vowed to do a better job of that moving forward.

To say that the experience made my day is to put it mildly. I was smart enough to hide the pictures and to leave without seeing Andy. My work for the day was at the sailing club where it was the work day to get it ready for the season. Rex (the boat builder) and I were co-chairman of the house committee and, this winter, we’d been lucky and there was no real damage to the building so, in that regard was looking forward to an easy day. We had a good turnout but, with three births since the first of the year, there was a dearth of females present. Elle, because of teaching full time, declined to come so that she could get caught up on the wash and housework. Because of the heat we did only what was absolutely necessary. Most of those who did show up ended up going swimming in their clothes. Unfortunately, for me, that did not include any females.

The prognosis for the season was that we’d have around 10 to 12 boats racing. Rex had sold his boat to one of the kids who been in the Junior sailing program. One of the “regulars”, Will, was leasing his boat and Chuck’s cousin was supposed to join us as well. The only concern was that the three women who’d just had babies wouldn’t be available as crews and would there be enough people to fill in for them. As we discussed the subject my thoughts went immediately to Cat, the woman who had showed up for part of the previous Summer. I surely hoped so. As we left for the day we agreed that the club was ready for it's official opening the following weekend. However, I wasn't anywhere near prepared but was still looking forward to it.

To be continued...

2011-12-08T14:26:00.000-05:00

ANTICIPATING SUMMER... Hot times (Part 82a)

During my father’s service time in WWII one of his jobs entailed keeping detailed weather records. As a result he became a “weather nut” and amateur weather forecaster. He even purchased Army surplus weather recording instruments to aid him in his prognostications. One thing that he had noticed over the years was that the in the month of June there seemed to be a period of days in which the temperature was ten to fifteen degrees above the norm. When he saw conditions that preceded this he would call us with a warning, not that there was anything we could do about it.

The building where Elle was teaching was new but air conditioning of schools hadn’t happened as yet. The building was one story with a flat roof as opposed to the typical two story school buildings built in the 1930’s that had the usual pitched roof. It only took one day for the heat to become a problem. Prevailing winds were from the Southwest and Elle’s room was in the Northeast corner so she got very little airflow. After two days of sweltering she approached the Principal to ask if she could take her class (1st graders) outside to a small grove of trees after lunch. With less than a week of school to go and 1st graders not being tested, he agreed. Excited with the prospect of escaping the overheated room she shuffled the kids outside as soon as she could. In her haste to get out of the building the one thing she forgot was to use the rest room. She was reading to the kids when one of her overactive boys started acting up. When she got up off the ground to go calm him down she felt a spurt of pee escape. That was the warning that she had only a minute or so to get to a toilet. To start with, the building was at least 300 feet away. Secondly, she had to have somebody watch the kids. She knew what was going to happen.

Because she had a constant daily schedule she’d been able to visit the bathroom without a hitch. Because of that constant she’d also stopped wearing even a partial “package” and had gone to wearing only two heavy cotton panties. She told me that when she got to the boy she squatted down, tenting her skirt, and then just peed there while holding his arm and scolding him. She said she stayed down like that until she was sure she’d “dripped off”. There was still over an hour until dismissal so she spent the rest of her day standing and walking around. When school let out she was at her station wagon and about to sit down when the Principal walked up. Her plan had been to pull her skirt and slip out from under her to keep them from getting wet as she sat but with the Principal right there she just plopped down.

At home Elle found the kids in the pool and Joan with her pant legs rolled up and her feet soaking. Not wanting to be seen with a wet bottom she went right inside to change. The kids, seeing her arrive, were clamoring for her attention so all she did was to grab dry panties and a pair of shorts leaving her wet things on top of the the washing machine. She didn’t think about them until after Joan had gone and I was home. I found them and immediately asked what had happened. That’s when she told me about her day. But it also reminded her that Joan had probably seen them as well. When she mentioned it I reminded her that Joan had had her own “accident” and that she shouldn't let it bother her. She said she was still embarrassed. I just smiled to myself.

When Andy and Lil told had us they were going to be our new neighbors both Elle and I had some concerns. Andy, although a good hearted guy and one I considered a good friend, had a tendency to be loud and boisterous, especially after a few beers. With lengthening daylight hours and warmer weather some of our fears were coming to fruition as he would roughhouse with his boys after he got home from work. Not wanting to upset him I kept my concerns about the noise to myself. When the real hot weather arrived it meant that all the windows in most homeowners units were open. Sitting in my yard, even though I couldn’t see them horsing around, I could clearly hear them. After getting our girls to bed we’d go sit outside wearing as little as we dared. I was into wearing boxer briefs at the time and they could pass as shorts. On a couple of nights I was able to persuade Elle to wear just her baby doll sleep top and her panties. Reluctant at first she warmed to the idea when I placed our chairs so the Andy and Lil couldn’t see just how little she had on. For me this was particularly exciting because she could just sit there and pee her panties without a worry. On this one night, as usual, we heard Andy and the boys fooling around. Mostly it was the boys screaming as Andy would catch and then tickle them. All of a sudden we heard Andy let out a big scream and then heard the boys yelling something along the lines of “get him mom!” This went on for a few minutes and then, because we could see into their unit, saw Lil go running through the living room towards the back of the unit with Andy in pursuit. Because the windows were open we could hear pretty much what was going on. Lil had locked herself in the bathroom to escape from Andy. The screaming we’d heard was because Lil had come out and turned the hose on Andy and he wanted revenge. As of the time we went to bed Lil still hadn’t come out.

To be continued...

2011-12-06T15:27:00.001-05:00

STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81g)

I told her I’d be right back and hurried down the hall. The kids were occupied playing with the food they hadn’t eaten for breakfast so I didn’t worry about them. I’d hidden the panties in my underwear drawer with the tissue paper that the saleslady had wrapped them in still with them. I, nervously, returned to where Joan was standing in the living room and handed the little package to her. Her puzzled look quickly turned to a smile when she realized what it was. However, the puzzled look returned and she mumbled something about them, questioning if they were for her. At that point I was probably beet red and thinking I’d gone too far. I assured her that I’d bought them for her since she’d been so excited with Elle’s nylon panties when she’d worn them. I explained that I was so pleased with her willingness to care for the kids that I’d thought this would be a way to give her something special. Then there was silence.

I think the first words were something about how her husband would take it... her getting a gift of panties. She was holding one pair, opened up so that the lace treatments could be seen and holding the other two pair flat on her opened palm. I saw the sales slip stuck between those two and reached out to get it. My mind was working overtime and I think I just blurted out that she could tell him that she’d bought them herself, pointing to the receipt. I could see her stance softening as a bit of a smile formed on her face. She hemmed and hawed for a bit and then nodded her head in a positive way.

I know you won’t believe me when I tell you that I hadn’t pre-planned what I said to her next. I really did want to leave and to get to work but as I started for the door I said something along the lines of “Before I go why don’t you go try one on so I know they fit.” I don’t think she said anything before she headed down the hall. I waited for a minute or so and then I called down to her. Standing by the door I could see right down the hallway. Right after I called I saw her step out from the bathroom and even though the lighting was poor I could see that she was standing there in just her blouse and panties. I was not expecting that! I was shocked. Then, the very last thing I expected was to hear her say “Don’t you want to look?”

To say that I “didn’t want to” would be lying. However, as much as I wanted to take that walk down the hall, I didn’t. I do remember asking if they were baggy and her answering that they weren’t. I’m sure I said something as a response but the memory just isn’t there. I remember sitting in my car out in front and being quite “warm”. I also remember trying to figure how she’d interpreted my request to try them on as a request for a “show“. As I headed off to work I just hoped that she didn’t tell her husband all the details.

That weekend, as I finished up on the playhouse, I decided I’d use the money I made from it to pay off more of the patio room. I stopped at the office on my way home and found Dick there. I’d hoped that Bea, Ben’s wife, would be there and that I might get a VPL. When I handed him the money he told me that he had good news. I was puzzled. Good news... about what and for who. He went into the files and pulled out a folder and put it on the counter. As he opened it, right on top was a note that said ”Paid in Full“. The way I had it figured I owed over $300 before I gave him the money. Then he explained. At the open house for the new travel trailer section I had shown one of my father’s friends through the display trailers. The man had come back and bought one and insisted that I get the commission. Even though it wasn’t enough to pay it off in full Dick had decided that I’d done enough for he and his brother to write it off... and that meant I could keep the$125 cash I had. Talk about a good feeling!

From the office to home I had a debate with myself. Do I tell Elle or do I keep it to myself and put it towards the race car. I didn’t come up with an answer but did decide to go to the races if Eric, Jim and Andy were going. I found Andy and Eric up at Andy’s old trailer. As I’d mentioned, Andy bought Alvin and Millie’s unit without selling his with the idea of renting it out. Eric had an Air Force buddy who was just married and needed a place to stay. Andy was going through it with Eric when I arrived. Of course Andy was excited with the prospect of some cash flow and, feeling like me, a little ”flush”, said yes. We tracked down Jim and coerced him into joining

It’s always amazed me how just a little positive reinforcement can get a project going. Three of us were all excited for different, but somewhat related, reasons and had gotten Jim involved as well. By the time the races were over that night all of us were planning the next move for my race car. Even though it was close to midnight we stopped at the car to look at it. In bed, my only thoughts were on getting it fixed and back racing.

On Monday night Jim, who’s cousin was the racer in the faster division, came over and said he thought he’d found a front axel for me. He had to go out to a work site to make a repair on a road grader. When the equipment broke they had to push it off the road and into the woods. While working on it he walked into the wood to relieve himself and saw a rusty old Ford truck covered with vines. Not being a racing ”buff“ he wasn’t sure if it had what I was needing. It was located about 30 miles East of us. We got in touch with Eric and persuaded him to take the ride. Long story short... the axel would fit. The problem would be in getting it out. Eric said it would take four of us to extract it not only from the truck but also from the woods. Even though it would take some time I was excited. The best part was that it wasn’t going to cost me any money.

To be continued...

2011-11-28T23:21:00.002-05:00

STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81f)

No sooner did I get the copper peak nailed on than it started raining in earnest. I got all the rest of the wood inside the playhouse before it and I got soaked. I was able to frame out the windows and doorway from inside the house but when I finished that I realized that I’d failed to buy the hinges and screws that I needed to hang them. I had to come back again anyway to put on the shingles so called it a day. I was about to leave when Karen’s father arrived. I told him what was left to do and he said he’d be right back and disappeared into the house. A few minutes later he reappeared with money in his hand. He told me there was $100 and I’d get the rest when the shingles were on and the door and windows were in place. That was fine by me. I really don’t think I’d ever even discussed anything more than what it would cost to build. That $100 felt awfully good in my pocket!

I was a little late getting to work on Monday and when I walked in all the others were gathered around Jay’s work table. It was shock to see Leo, the deputy Controller, as he seldom arrived before 1pm. Next to Leo was a tall, well dressed, distinguished looking middle aged woman. All I got was that she’d be spending a few weeks in our department. Without knowing her name or why she was there Leo said she’d be working with me and then left. Before I could say a word she was standing beside me and telling me her name was Vivien but that she preferred to be called Vi and then started asking me questions about what my job was. To say I was taken aback is to put it mildly. I don’t exactly remember what happened next... weather I told her to hold her horses or if I just walked away to get Jay. I was put off by her aggressive nature and wanted to know exactly why she was there and what she was looking for from me.

I do remember that Jay wasn't in the office and had left with Leo so I went right to Jo. She was able to calm me down and told me the lady was there from the Civil Service Commission and was there to do an audit of Data Processing. They were finally getting around to writing job descriptions and they needed to know exactly what we did and who did it before they could start. The only job description they had was for key punch operator and with the advent of magnetic tape that one was becoming obsolete. With Jo’s input it made sense but I still didn’t like the approach the lady had taken with me.

I went back and apologized and we agreed to start over again by giving each other our backgrounds. It turned out that she was well educated and that her husband had some notoriety in the area of nuclear research. He was on assignment to the government’s research lab about 20 miles away. She was bored so took the job as a Personnel Technician for the Civil Service Commission to fill her time. She admitted that she knew next to nothing about Data Processing but hoped to learn from us. It took a few minutes for me to process that. This woman, with no background in DP, was going to be writing job descriptions for future hires... not good!

I tried to be polite but I’m sure my explanations were a bit “short”. Her questions didn’t do anything to help me process the weekly payroll which meant staying late to meet my daily timetable. So, for work it could be said the next week wasn’t much fun.

One of the things on my "to do" list was to buy the hardware I needed to finish the playhouse I'd started. I'd established an account at the hardware store down town and during a lunch break drove there to get what i needed. I had to drive by the store I'd told Joan about that probably had the panties she'd picked out of Elle's when I showed them to her. Since it was only a few store fronts away I, impulsively, decided to see if they did carry the Kayser brand of panties. As I approached I saw a number of little plastic signs with logos on them by the feet of the mannequins in the show windows. One said Kayser. I hesitated for a few seconds before walking in. There were two ladies behind the counter and I remembered one from the last time I'd been there. I sucked up my doubts and went up to them and asked to see some size 6 Kayser panties. I don't know if I impressed them with my assertiveness but it certainly got them to act on the request. One lady pulled the drawer off the shelf and the other reached in and grabbed a handful and spread them on the counter. No matter how calm I may have looked to them, I was definitely nervous. I saw three pair that had lace (or something close to it) and quickly told them I'd take them. I think I was actually in the store no more than five minutes. I decided to hide them at home and to hope for a way to give them to Joan without creating a problem for either of us. Now I had to come up with a plan.

At home, Joan was working out really well for us. One thing Elle wanted to make sure of was that she didn’t see any evidence of her wet and stained panties. I had put a string clothes line in the bathtub and Elle (or sometimes I) would put her washed panties on it to dry and then pull the shower curtain over to hide them. One morning Joan arrived a bit early and I wasn’t dressed. I was finishing up in the bathroom and when I heard her talking to the kids I grabbed my pants and my shirt and hurried down the hall. As soon as she saw me said she needed the bathroom. I never gave a thought to the fact that I’d not pulled the shower curtain back across. When Joan returned she apologized and proceeded to attend to the kids. I was surprised when she turned to me and asked if she could ask a personal question. I wasn’t expecting such a thing and said a reflexive “OK”. But she was obviously ill at ease. I probably should’ve let it go but by then I was really curious so I “pushed“ her on it.

She made two or three attempts at it. I started to laugh and that forced the question out. She’d seen Elle’s stained cotton panties (and I think there might’ve been as many as four) on the line in the bathtub. She wanted to know about the nylon panties I’d provided her the day of her ”accident“. She’d assumed that they were what Elle normally wore and was a bit confused at seeing cotton panties like she wore in the bathroom. Now it was my turn to be a bit embarrassed. I told her that Elle had a ”dribble” problem and that she wore the cotton panties to “catch it”. I went on to say she wore the nylon “fancy panties” on special occasions. She didn’t say a word and while I was explaining I remembered that I’d bought three pair just for her. I’d wondered how I was going to be able to give them to her and this seemed to be as good a time as any.

To be continued...

2011-11-26T20:46:00.000-05:00

STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81e)

Luckily for her Karen was free that night. At least she didn’t have another job. What she did have was a friend who she’d invited over to spend the night. Elle worked it out that the other girl could come over too but we wouldn’t be paying her. Knowing how bad Elle wanted to see the movie I took advantage of the situation and convinced her to wear panties of my choice. I was thinking ahead to after the movies were over and the baby sitter(s) were gone. She’d wanted to wear a partial “package” (a sanitary pad or two between two heavy cotton panties and a sanitary panty over them) but there was no way I wanted to fight my way through all that when we got home.

Karen was cute in her own way but leaned towards the“plain” side. It was readily apparent when compared to her friend. The other girl’s name was Carol Ann and she truly was cute. She had blond hair in a pony tail and a smile that grabbed your attention. She was the exact opposite of Karen in that she hardly let Karen speak on the 10 minute trip home, very vocal and a bit hyper. My initial impression was that she was a bit of an “air head”. Even though it was a non school day they were both wearing skirts. The difference between the two was at least two inches at the hem with Carol Ann’s the shorter. I have to admit I was “all eyes” as she climbed into the back seat but it was too dark (my dome light was out) to see anything but her knees and a bit of thigh.

Back at home I was hoping to get around to the passenger side before she exited but I was too late. Elle was waiting to go so I didn’t have a chance to observe her before we left. At the movie I quickly found the reason Elle was so anxious to see it... Paul Newman was the star. I remember watching the movie and hoping that when we got home that she might be asleep and in a compromising position.

When we got back my hopes were high. However, it was the wrong girl. Karen had fallen asleep in the swivel rocker and had tucked her legs up under her. There to greet me as I walked in was a nice patch of white panty peeking out from under her skirt. The table lamp seemed to hi-light it. When Elle walked in and saw her in that position called out something like “We’re home!” which startled her and caused her to drop her legs back down. Bummer. Carol Ann was at the dining room table working on her homework. So much for my thoughts of her being an “air head”.

I had no luck with peeking when she got in and out of the car as I took them home. I waited in the car as they ran up the steps to what was the back door. It was locked as I watched Karen knock. But, I did get something as a puff of wind lifted the back of Carol Ann’s skirt. All I can tell you was that I did see her panties. I was really getting to like the idea of mini skirts. The light on the porch was above her so they were in a shadow so I didn't see any detail, but I fantasized about it all the way home.

Elle was still hyped up about Paul Newman when I got back. It wasn’t even 10pm so I, remembering that she was wearing panties of my choice, tried to replace Paul as the object of her affection. She’d used the toilet before leaving the theater and I hoped she hadn't gone after getting home. If she hadn't I knew there had to be something in there for me. The ordeal with my back had had me “out of commission” for an extended period of time and since Elle was still of a mind to get pregnant, I won out. It was a very good night!

Saturday had been a nice day but as we left for church on Sunday I could see the rain clouds starting to build. I just hoped I could get the roof panels on the playhouse before it started so the that rest of the materials wouldn’t get wet. I wanted to head home right after the service but we had to retrieve the kids from the nursery and Sunday school. That proved to be a bit of an adventure. Karen’s mother, who was the Sunday school supervisor, had told two of the other mothers about the playhouse and as soon as she saw me wanted to introduce me to them. I’d pretty much decided that without Jay I wasn’t really into building playhouses so it took me a while to explain, nicely, that I wasn’t interested. By the time we got home it looked like it was going to rain at any minute so I called my grandfather and told him I couldn’t take him to the hospital. When I mentioned that rain was imminent he was OK with it.

At the site of the playhouse I was struggling to get the 4x8 roof panels in place. There were always two of us when the other playhouses were erected. I could get them up but I had to align them so that they would meet evenly at the peak before nailing them on. Karen and her mother came out of the kitchen door and were headed for the garage when I called to them. I explained what I need in the way of help. Karen volunteered to climb up on the step ladder to tell me when I had them in the right position so I could nail them to the rafters. After doing one side I had to run around to the other and as I did I got a peek at her panties as a puff of wind lifted her skirt. I just hoped that her mother didn’t see as I caught a quick glance of white. After getting a few nails in place I thanked Karen and she climbed down. I needed the ladder to get on the roof to finish nailing it on. While I was up there I saw the piece of copper that I’d brought to to put on the peak lying on the ground. Karen was talking with her mother when I called to her and asked if she could hand it up to me. When she squatted down to pick it up her knees were about five or six inches apart and I got another quick peek. I knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose but as smart as she appeared to be she seemed clueless as to modesty. I wasn’t complaining and after they left fantasized about getting more peeks from her in the future.

To be continued...

2011-11-22T20:46:00.001-05:00

STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81d)

I had the address but until I pulled into the driveway I didn’t realize that it was the same one where I’d picked up the babysitter (Karen) that we'd met at church a couple of months earlier. When the lady had been to Jean’s party I’d recognized her from church. I had no idea that she was the babysitter’s mother. I remember that Karen had told me she was 15 and if the girl at the party was Jean’s age she would’ve been around 4. That was quite a range in age. I’d loaded Elle’s station wagon with as much of the wood as I could but had to go back to get the rest. It was around 7:30am and there didn’t seem to be any signs of life in the house. It took a little over half an hour for me to get back and by this time the garage door was up. A man came out and introduced himself and said he’d get his wife. I recognized her even though her hair was up in curlers. She was wearing a short robe only loosely tied at the waist. I remember hoping that a puff of wind might come along and blow it open. The three of us went into the back yard to pick the spot for the house. The yard wasn’t all that big because of the detached garage. I suggested that it be placed, at an angle, in the corner opposite the garage. That way someone in the house would be able to see what was going on in and around it. The man offered to place and dig in the cement blocks for the base. I was very thankful for the help. I hadn’t really done anything but but move the wood and yet I could feel my back wasn’t all that happy. Right after he finished he drove off.

Pre cutting almost everything made a big difference. It had only taken a few minutes to get the floor and sills in place. It was about that time when Karen appeared. She was wearing a green jersey top with white shorts and told me she was off to softball practice. I watched her ride off on her bike and sort of wished I could go watch practice. To my mind’s eye those shorts were sure to give off some very nice VPLs.

I was in the process of framing out the walls when I saw the mother walk across the lawn with a big wicker basket. There was a T pole clothes line that ran parallel to the garage and she headed straight to it. I stopped to watch and was rewarded right off. She was still wearing the same robe and this time the wind cooperated. As she was in the process of pinning a sheet on the line a puff of wind got under the hem of the robe and up it want. For a few seconds I had a nice view of her pale blue pantied bottom. I managed to avert my eyes by the time she turned to look to see if I’d seen anything. I had the second wall up and was sort of hiding behind it the next time I got a peek. This one was even better as the wind parted the robe in the front and I could see she was wearing a short top under it. She was sort of facing me and her face was hidden behind whatever it was she was pinning on the line. I was looking at the “promised land”... from the bottom of her crotch to half way to her navel. I wish I could say she was a raving beauty but she was really very “average”. Regardless, I had a problem and I had to stay hidden for a few minutes.

She returned to the house and the next time I saw her she was dressed and had two girls following behind her. One might’ve been 12 and the other was the one who’d been to Jean’s party. She brought them over to meet me and the older one was told to make sure that the younger one didn’t get in my way. By then I had three walls up and the kids could visualize their new house and were quite excited. I saw the mother make another trip to the wash line and actually saw her hanging panties and bras. It was too good to be true... she’d hung them closest to where I was working. There was no mistaking who wore what. Four very distinct sizes plus the larger ones, definitely the mother’s, were all pastels. There was a water faucet at the very back of the garage. As soon as the mother went back in the house I headed in that direction. The panties were carefully hung in groups, by size. The larger ones had to be the mother's and were nylon or acetate. The next set had to belong to Karen. They were all white and, again, probably nylon. The others were smaller and band leg cotton, definitely belonging to the younger girls. All in all, a very nice presentation!

Karen was back before lunch. She came over to look at my progress and I remember her saying something along the lines of how she wished she’d had a playhouse when she was small. As she walked away I saw something that really got my attention. her white shorts were now a dusty dirt color... and across her backside was a beautiful half moon. She’d obviously slid into a base and the crotch line had made a mark on the shorts.

I probably could’ve gotten the roof panels on but by then my back had had enough. We didn’t have Advil and the like back in those days and aspirin just wasn’t doing it for me. I’d entertained the idea of going to the races that night but the way I felt there was no way. When I told Elle she suggested that we go to the movies. It had been so long since we’d gone that I had no idea what the popular movies were at the time. I told her that I’d think about it and went into the bedroom to lie down for a while.

The next thing I knew Elle was standing by the edge of the bed. I looked at her and she had a sheepish grin on her face that told me I needed to run my hand up under her skirt. Just from the feel I knew she had on a pair of the Plymouth nylon satin panties on over the cotton ones. I loved that combination. As I rubbed I could see she was enjoying it as much as I was. However, our euphoria was short lived as we both heard a wail from the patio room. As Elle went to see what was going on I rolled out of bed. My back felt better for sure. As I started down the hall Elle emerged from the Patio room. The bathroom was right there and she gently pushed me into it. She immediately spun around me and onto the toilet. She had her skirt up and I could see she still had her panties on. Hmmmm... With the kids around and her being so daring I got the hint she wanted something. After a few minutes of “playing” I found out just what it was. The movie was Hud with Paul Newman. Some of the teachers at her school had gone to the opening and told her she just HAD to see it. This was her way of making sure she did and I wasn’t complaining.

To be continued...

2011-11-20T11:53:00.002-05:00

STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81c)

Anne was through and wanted out of the high chair so Joan got up and helped her down. As she did so she was also trying to explain herself. As I remember it she half heartedly tried to get out of the situation but I wouldn't let her. She'd thrown me a "crumb" and I wanted the "cookie". I pressed her on it and I certainly don't remember all she said. The gist of it was that even though she was 24 years old she'd never bought any underwear for herself. Her mother had always bought it. I remember her picking up Elle's panties and pants off the table and then pointing to the panties on top of her denim pants. With her free hand she picked them up and I immediately knew that they were a pair of Carter's heavy ribbed cotton Spanky Pants. As she did she stated that they were all she'd ever worn and the panties I'd given her were the very first "nice" panties she'd ever worn. It was amazing to see this girl/woman standing there holding/shaking/waving this pair of cotton panties and asking me if I thought they were feminine. At that point I was the one embarrassed... and it wasn't just because of that. I had a very uncontrolled hard on under the table. My boxer shorts were not designed to reign in a very stiff penis.

To get out of the situation I pointed to Anne and mentioned that I hadn't changed her when she got up. That got us off the topic and Joan put the clothes down to attend to Anne. It took a minute or so for me to gain control and then I made a mad dash down the hall while Joan and Anne were in her room. I quickly grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt and slipped them on. I was in my closet fetching a tie when I heard Joan's voice. She wanted to know where she could store her spare clothes. She had all the clothes from the table and handed Elle's things to me. As she did she asked if I thought she could find panties like Elle's in town. I smiled and said there were a number of stores that carried one's like them. Again, after opening my mouth I was worried that I'd spoken too quickly. However, she didn't seem to pick up on it but I took a chance as I took the panties and went right to Elle's panty drawer.

The drawer was filled only with panties, mostly the heavy cotton ones which were all pretty stained. On the right hand side were the nylon ones including the fancy panties that Elle hardly ever wore. I pulled the pile of fancy ones out and put them on the bed. Joan, who was still in the doorway, stepped forward and stared down at them as I spread them out so she could see them better. She picked a couple of them up and I could see in her eyes that she liked them. I know she made a comment about the feel. I remember thinking of how deprived she was not ever having worn a pair of nylon panties. She picked out one of them, marveling at not only the feel but how pretty they were. The pair she held up was a pair with lace around the leg openings and an applique. As she did I went "over the top" and asked if she wanted them.

By then I was totally oblivious to the time. She looked at me and just shook her head saying she just couldn't take Elle's panties. I made a couple of attempts to persuade her but she just wasn't going to change her mind. I took them from her and as I put the panties back in the drawer I noted the maker... Kayser. I had a fleeting thought that maybe I could find some available in town. My memory was that the new ladies dress store that had opened had them but I wasn't sure. At that point she changed the subject and asked where she could "hide" her clothes. That was when it stuck me...she'd brought clothes "just in case". To me that meant her "accident" wasn't a one time thing. Driving to work I had a hard time believing all of what had just transpired.

I’d figured out what tools I’d need to build the playhouse and between my father and grandfather I had everything but a Skil saw. I knew Jay would be using his but asked anyway. When I told him what I was doing he volunteered to go with me to the lumber yard and get the wood with his truck. But he really outdid himself when he said he’d cut it all up for me. After work he and Jo came over and, still in his every day clothes, proceeded to cut just about everything I needed. Jo played with the kids and although I hoped to get a panty peek, I was too busy to pay much attention to her. Elle insisted that we feed them and by the time they left it was well after dark. But, I had all the pieces for a complete playhouse. Now I had to figure out which piece went where. It was like a giant jig saw puzzle.

To be continued...

2011-11-18T09:48:00.001-05:00

STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81b)

I explained about my back and told her that I’d have to think about it. Since I hadn’t made extra money from any source in three weeks I was tempted to tackle it on my own. While I was trying to figure out how to do it Elle came over and sat on my lap. I had an instant sensation of warm wetness as she put her arms around me. My almost instantaneous bulge fir right into her bottom and she knew it. As she kissed me she was wiggling around which felt really good. I was a little concerned about the kids but they were busy playing with the presents from the birthday. After a few minutes I asked what had happened that she was so “generous”. I remember her giggling as she told me that she’d leaked while finishing the dishes and thought I’d like a surprise. As she was telling me I felt another wave of warmth in my lap. If the kids had been out in the patio room I would’ve pulled her slacks down and had some “real” fun... but discretion took over.

As we were cleaning up Elle asked if I’d gotten “excited” when I found that Joan had wet herself. She knew me well enough to know that it had. Because she’d brought the subject up I decided to tell her some (but not all) about my previous experiences with Joan when we were kids. When I told her about the time where a friend (male) and I had persuaded her to wet herself I left that part out. I explained it by telling her that Joan had waited too long to go home to use the toilet because we were all waiting to get cookies and lemonade. She thought that was funny. I did admit to being mean to her when we were on the see saw and wouldn’t let her off. She definitely agreed that was mean. When I was getting dry panties for her to put on she asked which ones I’d given to her. She was concerned that I’d given her a pair of her old stained ones and when I told her I hadn’t she sighed in relief. Just thinking about Joan wearing the fancy panties instead of the plain cotton panties was enough to conjure up an image of her wearing nothing but them. A very nice thought!

Memorial Day was that Thursday and there was no school or work for me. It was also the day the travel trailer part of the park was to officially open. I managed to talk the “boys” into letting me be part of the celebration. I’d also persuaded them to pay for my doctor visit as well as the pain medications. Even before the opening they’d managed to sell a few of the new travel trailers and were really excited about it. They had three models open and there was a fair amount of interest. A good friend of my parents stopped by and I showed him through all three. Not being trained as a salesman, I had no idea if he was really interested or was just stopping by to see me. I ‘d known him for many years and when I was young would get presents from him on my birthday. Talking to someone you know is a lot easier than talking to strangers. While there I pretty much made up my mind to go ahead with building the playhouse. That night I called the lady and she was very happy. I told her I’d start on Saturday but that it might take two weekends. That was fine by her.

When Elle's mother would watch the kids she'd arrive around 8am and I'd leave for work right after that. With Joan now watching the kids she didn't arrive until about 8:45 am. I wasn't happy with the late start to my work day but had to live with it. It also meant that I had to feed the kids their breakfast. After Joan's first day I told her to just walk in without knocking. On the day after Memorial day I was feeding the kids and eating my breakfast with them when I heard the door open. I looked at my watch and it wasn't even 8:15am and Joan was there. I'd showered and shaved but was sitting at the table in just my T shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. However, I was sitting against the wall and when Joan appeared my lower extremities were hidden by the table... or so I hoped. She said "Hi" to the kids and then put some clothes on the table at the open place. Right on top was the pair of fancy panties I'd given to her a few days earlier. I didn't say anything but observed that there was also a pair of denim pants at the bottom of the pile. Ann was fussing in her high chair so Joan sat down to try and coerce her into eating. I sat there hoping that she would and then she could take her to her room to dress her for the day. That would give me the chance to "escape" and get to my clothes.

She was moderately successful and turned to me and, showing some embarrassment, thanked me for the loan of Elle's clothes. Then she pointed to the clothes under Elle's and said she wanted to be "prepared" if another emergency arose. I just smiled. Then, she really blew me away when she asked if I knew where Elle had gotten the panties as she pointed to the ones on the table. I answered right back and said "the city", realizing that my answer was way to quick. But Joan's "slowness" that I've mentioned was in effect and she didn't pick up on it. I hesitated before I asked why she wanted to know. I was surprised at myself for doing it but even more surprised at her answer. I don't remember her exact words but it was along the lines of "because they made me feel feminine". I must've had a blank stare on my face as she sort of half smiled and then tried to explain. Now she was definitely embarrassed.

To be continued...

2011-11-16T12:35:00.002-05:00

STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81a)

Elle’s meeting with Joan went well. The kids “adopted” her before she had to leave so Elle was pleased. I, too, had a good feeling about the arrangement. The only concern was that Jean’s (my older daughter) birthday was on the day after she started. We decided to keep her party small not wanting to put any added pressure on Joan. As I’ve mentioned, there wasn’t but one girl anywhere near Jean’s age in the park. Jean had made a couple of friends at Sunday school and Elle had asked them to come over. With Elle’s and my mother along with the mother of one of the other guests there would only be a total of nine so it was decided to hold it in the patio room.

I was at work and just about to go to lunch when I got a phone call from Joan. I thought something had happened to one of the girls but she assured me they were fine. But she asked if I could come home for a few minutes. I asked her why but I could hear the plaintiveness in her voice. When I walked in the door I was shocked to see her with a bath towel wrapped around her waist. She started blushing as soon as I was through the door.

It had rained all day Monday and she’d wanted to take the girls for a stroll though the park. With better weather that morning they went for their walk. I think I had mentioned that the park had been built in an area with scrub oak and pine trees. The trees were pollinating at the time and, as luck would have it, Joan was allergic to one or the other of them and had a sneezing fit... and, in her words, “piddled her pants”. The reason she wanted me to come home was for me to find some clothes for her to borrow.

I tried to be discrete but had to ask what size she wore while at the same time I tried to see the evidence of her “piddling” on her pants legs below the towel. Her height made it hard for me to judge and I think she said she was a size 12. I knew that Elle still had some clothes from right after Anne, our younger daughter, was born. Elle didn’t have many pants and the ones she did have were hanging on one of those hangers designed to hang four or five pair on it. I couldn’t remember which ones they were so handed the hanger to Joan to let her find the ones that fit the best. After I handed it to her she just stood there and I wondered why. Then she, clearly embarrassed now and blushing almost beet red, mumbled that she needed to borrow “underpants”. I knew that she wore Carter’s Spanky Pants from my DP view of a week ago. I didn’t know if Elle had told Joan of her incontinence problem and was reluctant to pull out a pair of Elle’s as they were all very stained. As I opened her panty drawer I saw the pile of fancy panties that Elle was so reluctant to wear because she was afraid she would “ruin them”. I remembered that the Munsingwear pair was really full cut so found them and handed them to her. She didn’t say anything and disappeared into the bathroom.

The girls were eating so I went to visit with them. Jean was cute when she, all serious, told me that Auntie Joan had “piddled”. It was a new word for her and she was showing off by using it. A few minutes later Joan appeared wearing a pair of off white cord pants. The thing that jumped out at me was that the cuffs (they were in style back then) were above her ankles but I did my best not to smile. Joan told me she put the hanger with the other pants on the bed so I headed down the hall to put it away. As I walked past the bathroom I saw Joan’s denim pants lying on the side of the tub. Once the hanger was back in the closet I was in the bathroom. Right on top of the wet pants was her panties. I picked them up and sure enough, they were the Carter’s and the same heavy ribbed cotton ones like Elle’s. I checked the label and it read size 16, the same as most of Elle’s. I found that interesting. But, gross as it sounds, I held them up to see just how wet they were and also took a quick sniff. I was probably in there with the door closed for less than a minute but even though I didn’t use the toilet, flushed it anyway. I needed the time for my bulge to go down.

I wanted to make a sandwich before I left and when I walked back into the living room Joan was cleaning up the mess that the girls had made. She was leaning across the table and the panties I’d given her gave off a beautiful VPL. Even though I knew what they were just the sight of a VPL was exciting. I made my sandwich and told them that I’d see them at the party.

By the time I got home Joan was gone and the lady who had brought the two girls Jean had met at Sunday school was getting in her car. I’d hoped to get at least a few pictures and had bought a new pack of Polaroid film for the purpose. Elle told me that the hit of the party had been the playhouse that Jay and I had built. The two visiting girls had fallen in love with it. It helped in that Jean’s main presents from us had been things to use while playing in the house like cups, dishes, plastic food and the like. The mother of one had asked Elle if there was a chance of me building one for her daughter. My initial thought was “no” because Jay had been the driving force behind the project. I knew he was back to building decks and stairs and things out on the barrier island with Andre as his partner on the weekends. I’d turned him down when I had the offer to work at the park on the travel trailer project. I wasn’t sure that I could do it on my own... plus I was still struggling a bit with my back. Elle was pushing me to call and, reluctantly, I did.

To be continued...

2011-11-14T11:30:00.001-05:00

SPRING... adjusting to the changes (Part 80h)

As I’ve posted before, my memory of Joan was that she was a little ”slow“. By the time I finally got her on the phone I’d convinced myself that all I had to was ask and she’d say ”yes“ about taking care of the kids. I never gave it a thought that her mother in law (Mrs. G.) hadn’t spoken a word to her about our conversation. When Joan didn’t respond and seemed ”lost“ I immediately blamed it on her ”slowness“. I’m actually smiling as I type this remembering just how confused I ended up getting her. In any case, I got it straightened out. She didn’t seem too interested at first but agreed to come and visit that Saturday. Elle had until that Monday to let the school know her decision so there was still time.

I was still not able to do much in the way of physical work so I wasn’t giving up anything in the way of earnings by sticking around to meet with her. She’d told us she couldn’t be there before noon as she had to wait for her mother in law to finish her grocery shopping but by then I was getting a bit anxious to get going. Even though I had briefly seen her at the doctor’s office I was still a bit in awe at how tall she was. I was 6’1” tall and she was only a few inches shorter than me. A blond when we were kids her hair was now a light brown. If she were a male she would’ve been called skinny but there was enough there for anyone to see she was definitely a female. She was wearing a plaid blouse and denim pants. As she came inside I could see that she was a little apprehensive. The first few minutes of conversation were dedicated to talking about our parents which seemed to calm her down. The kids were playing in the patio room and Elle finally spoke up saying that we should go introduce her to them.

Elle went down into the room first with Joan standing in the doorway. Anne, our youngest, was always shy and a bit fearful of strangers. Upon seeing Joan she got up from her coloring and went into the far corner. Jean was not intimidated and never stopped working in her book. Joan stepped down into the room and squatted down next to her asking what it was that she was working on. As she did that I stepped into the doorway and was greeted with a beautiful DP (downpants). Between her top and her pants there was a strip of white. I was down those steps in a split second. I stopped right behind the two of them and peered down to see a very familiar sight... the very distinctive waist elastic of Carters Spanky Pants. Certainly nothing earth shattering but, as I’ve explained in many prior posts, knowing what kind and make of panties a woman was wearing was a high priority for me. Joan, unwittingly, had made my day!

Long story short... she was willing to give it a try. My real concern had been how much money did she want but she actually surprised us when she asked if $15 a week was too much. I had to hold back a smile. She told us she could ride with her mother in law and it wouldn’t cost her anything. She was a little concerned about having to wait until after 5pm to be picked up but Elle told her that it wasn’t a problem. Elle’s starting day was a week away so Joan asked if she could come in one day to get familiar with the things she’d need to know. As Joan and Elle worked it out between them I went looking for Andy and Jim to see if they were going to the races that night.

As it turned out Jim’s wife had committed him to some sort of function so he wasn't going. Andy wasn’t home and neither was Eric. I decided to go take another look at the race car so walked on up to the storage area. I could see that the paving of the new exit road had been completed as well as the new display area for the travel trailers the “boys” would be selling. The frames for the concrete patios had been built and were awaiting the concrete to be poured. I remember thinking that whoever had done the work had taken the money I was supposed to get. Since I was technically working for them when I hurt my back I decided to visit the office to see what they’d do for me. I walked in and was greeted by Ben’s wife. She’d only worked there for a short time and I was surprised to see her there on a Saturday afternoon. I’d not been formally introduced to her so when I walked in she thought I was a prospective buyer. After I got that straightened out she told me her name was Bea. I’d seen her walking about the display area from time to time and had noticed that she seemed to like to wear tight fitting skirts. The one she had on that day was especially tight. My memory conjures up a camel colored one and that the leg panty elastics around her hips were very noticeable, at least to me. The “boys” were off at the new park so I couldn’t get any information. I stayed and chatted for a while, hoping to get a real VPL but that didn’t happen. At least I'd seen something.

Back at home Elle was really excited about taking the position. She was in an especially good mood so I decided to take advantage of it and asked if she would be "nice" to me. Being "nice" entailed wetting her panties but just how depended on where we were and what we were doing. The kids were down for their nap so she didn't have that as an excuse. We hadn't had sex since I'd hurt my back and her willingness was certainly a part of that. I was willing to give it a try but was leery of too much "action". One of my favorite things with pee play was to be lying on my back and having her straddle me and to pee some in her panties so we started that way. I was enjoying myself when she she suddenly stood up and peeled off the panties. Then she slowly lowered herself onto me. As I write this I'm hard pressed to remember doing it this way while in bed. In the car and on chairs and stools... yes! In any case the minute or so of pleasure was well worth the resulting pain in my back.

To be continued...

2011-11-08T23:25:00.000-05:00

SPRING... adapting to the changes (Part 80g)

By the end of the week I could make it to noon without taking a pain pill so I knew I was getting better. I found that standing didn’t hurt as much as sitting which was a blessing as that was most of what my work required. However, there was no way I could do any real physical labor. I’d worked my debt for the patio room down to about $300 and had projected that I’d have the “boys" paid up by Memorial day, the projected opening for the new travel trailer portion of the park. It seemed that the project was ”jinxed“ for me as well as the "boys" as one thing after another went wrong. Money was already tight for me and Jean’s 4th birthday was coming up at the end of the month. I told Jay that I thought maybe my racing career was over before it started. He tried to be optimistic but I wasn’t convinced.

One thing that I did know was that somehow I had to get the wrecked race car out of the yard where we’d we’d left it. I made some telephone calls and was able to locate the replacement steering parts that would allow me to tow the car back to the park. I felt bad in asking Eric to do the repairs but there was no way for me to do it. It was Saturday when we moved it back to the lean to at the park. It was very discouraging looking at the wounded car.

Andy had seen us putting the car away. When I got home he called me over over to ask what my plans for the car were. As we talked Lil came outside and headed to the rear yard. Seeing her headed that way Andy motioned for me to follow him. As we got there I got a bit excited when I saw clothes on the wash line. But Andy wanted to ask me what he could do about the hole in the back wall of their patio room. Alvin had purchased an electric clothes dryer and the hole was for the vent. He’d taken it out when he left and Andy had no plans to put one in. As I looked at it I tried my best to peek at the clothes line but with no success. But just seeing Lil and the clothes on the line perked up my spirits up. I’d either been too busy or hurting too much to have paid any attention since she and Andy had moved in. My interest was now revived.

An interesting thing happened at work around that time. When I finished printing the payroll checks and everything was in ”proof“, I had to deliver then to the Treasurer’s office. The lady who received them would sign a receipt for them. I never knew her name as all she ever signed was ”Mrs. G.“. On this Thursday she asked me what my name was. Sort of surprised by the question, I told her. She asked if I knew her son, Richie and I said I didn’t think so. Not knowing her last name, off the top of my head I couldn’t think of any Richies. Then she told me her last name and it came to me that it might be Elle’s classmate who we’d seen at the doctor’s office a while back. I then remembered that he’d married the girl, Joan, who had lived next door to my grandparents when I lived with them for a while during WWII. Of course I had to ”play nice“ and talk with her for a while.

When we’d met them, Richie had said they had moved back so he could start a business but nothing was mentioned about Joan. Mrs. G. went on about how Richie was doing and ended up asking me if I knew of any part time jobs for Joan. I didn’t and since it was only May it was too early for hiring for the tourist season. She told me that Joan was supposed to have started at the Cornell University Ag station but the funding for her position had been held up. She described her as going ”stir crazy“ as she didn’t know anybody and was just sitting at home doing nothing. I didn’t have any suggestions and really had to get back to work.

I’m pretty sure it was the following week that when I walked in the door Elle was bouncing up and down with excitement. She’d been called by one of the schools and asked if she wanted to finish out the school year for them. I could easily tell that she wanted to do it but I could also tell that she didn’t like the idea of being away from the kids for almost four weeks. We talked it out and my input was that in spite of only grossing $10 a day after paying her mother to watch the kids it would be great for her resume. I also told her that I thought she’d really like teaching the same kids day in and day out and it would give her a taste of being a ”real teacher”. She pretty much agreed so the next step was to call her mother to confirm that she’d take care of the kids.

The answer was an emphatic “No!”. Once or twice a week was OK but not every day, even if we drove the kids to her house. Elle went from happy and excited to sad and somewhat depressed in just that one phone call. After supper we went over all the options we could think of for care it but just got too complicated. Dora could do it a couple of days a week but not every week. Lil could watch them some mornings but then who would take the afternoons. Eric’s wife, who we didn’t really know, said she “might” be able to help out but we’d have to call the night before. When we finally went to bed we had both pretty much given up the idea.

Thankfully, the school had given her a few days to make the decision. Once in bed, I lay there going over the options again. I finally did fall asleep but when Elle got up with one of “alarms“ I was half awake. While I was waiting for her to come back to bed, for some unknown reason I thought of Mrs. G. from the Treasurer’s office and what she’d told me about Joan, her daughter in law. I remember turning on the light and telling Elle about the conversation. Half asleep, she didn’t seem all that keen on the idea but agreed that we’d go over it again in the morning.

Elle’s biggest concern was that she didn’t know anything about Joan. I tried to allay her concern by telling her that her parents were good friends of my parents and that I remembered visiting them when I was about 11 or 12. By the time I left for work I’d at least gotten her to let me call.

To be continued...

2011-11-03T23:44:00.005-04:00

SPRING... adapting to the changes (Part 80f)

I could barely get in my car to go and get the race car to flat tow it to the track. I told Elle to call Eric and to have him come over. When he showed up I told him he had to drive the car to the track. Andy and Jim were going to arrive at the track a little later so Eric had to get the tow bar attached by himself... no small project. Once at the track I knew there was no way I could drive the car. The only way to get in the seat was to climb though the window and I could barely get out of the passenger seat of my car. When I told Eric he was driving it there was no way for him to hide his excitement. My helmet was a little big on him but he didn’t care. When practice started I made my way, very slowly, to the fence located at the edge of the pit area. It only took a few laps to see there was a very serious problem. The car didn’t want to turn when it got to the end of the straightaway and Eric came very close to hitting the retaining fence. He brought the car in and made an adjustment to the front end of the car and went back out. The change helped but not a whole lot. When practice ended he made another adjustment but with no more practice time it meant he didn’t know exactly what the car would do.

My car was in the Flathead division. There were well over 30 cars signed in and only 24 cars would start in the Main Event. To get those 24 cars there were three qualifying events with the first seven cars qualifying. All the non qualifiers had a last chance with the top three getting the last three starting positions. Because it was the first time my car had signed in it had to start in the back of the first qualifying race. I think Eric started 12th. The race was 10 laps and, much to my surprise and delight, Eric had moved up to 7th by half way through. I swear I didn’t feel any pain as I watched him move up. But then, as he went into the first turn, another car dove underneath him and hit the left rear tire and didn’t stop. The other car literally drove up the side of my car and the two of them ended up crashed into the retaining fence. When they stopped the front of other car was up on on the hood of my car. They stopped the race and as much as I wanted to go to the site of the wreck the pain in my back wouldn't let me move. Andy and Jim ran down the track along with the track’s emergency personnel. After a few minutes I could see Eric with them. He was fine but the car wasn’t.

When the car was towed into the pit area I could see the front axel was bent as well as some of the steering components. I had absolutely no spare parts and there was no way to tow the car home in the shape it was in. The father of one of the other racers came over to look at it. I knew him a bit from when I’d had my first race car. He told me that when the races were over for the night that he and his son would come over to try to give us a hand. By the time they did I was in such pain, both physically and mentally, that I didn’t care what they did with the car. After they worked on it we were told that we could move it very slowly but that we really shouldn’t think of taking it back to the mobile home park. The man suggested that we tow (it was more like drag) it to his place which was about a mile away. To be truthful, I don’t remember doing it but Eric managed to get it there.

I went to the see the doctor on Sunday (remember, it was 1963) and he felt that I probably had a bulging disk that was rubbing on a nerve. The cure was bed rest with a couple of pillows under my knees. I got prescriptions for a muscle relaxer and a pain killer. I don’t remember anything but going into the doctor’s office. By Wednesday I felt good enough to attempt to go to work... much against Elle’s wishes. Jay had gone to the races on Saturday night but he and Jo had sat in the grandstands. He said they’d gone into the pit area after the races and had talked with me. I didn’t remember it at all.

By lunch time I was in real pain again. However, I didn’t go right home but went up to where Eric had left the race car. I had taken the little Polaroid with me. When I saw it I remembered the accident but was amazed in seeing the tire mark of the other car running right up the drivers side. I hadn't seen (or remembered) it. It was then that realized that the left front fender had been ripped entirely off and wondered where it had ended up. I could definitely see that the axel was bent and seeing it I wondered where I’d get another one. They were very scarce as they were from pre WWII Ford cars and pick up trucks. Those old Fords were the car of choice for most stock car racers and the front axel was the most vulnerable part. I knew that if you could find one that they weren’t cheap. Not only did my back hurt but now I knew that if I wanted to continue to race that my wallet would hurt as well. As I drove home I wondered if I’d ever actually get to drive in a race.

If there was one benefit to being home and laid up was that I got to do some reading, something I hadn’t done since college. I also got to see a lot of Elle in just her panties. When the kids would take their naps she would take off her skirt or slacks to give me a “free show”. I remember wishing that we could have some extended time to do just that. Lying there in bed I was right next to Elle's panty drawer. I spent some good amount of time thinking of combinations of panties that I'd like to see Elle wear. Being at home she didn't need to wear a "package" but she'd found that it was still a good idea to wear a pair of heavy cotton panties to catch the "dribbles". I remember asking her to wear a pair of Plymouth nylon satin ones over them and asking her to let me have a feel of them when she'd come in to check on me. It was almost as good as the pain killers I was taking.

To be continued...

2011-11-01T21:15:00.000-04:00

SPRING... adapting to the changes (Part 80e)

As you can imagine I was not looking forward to facing either Jay or Jo at work on Monday. I arrived a little early so as to be involved with a project when they arrived. However, Jay was already there and as soon as I arrived he motioned for me to go into his office with him. I don’t think I’d ever been in there with him before. He hardly ever used it preferring to work at a table in the general work area. As soon as we walked inside he sort of blurted out that he had filed for a divorce from his wife. At first I wasn’t sure what that had to do with what I’d seen on Friday but it quickly came to me that he was trying to use it as an excuse. I don’t remember saying anything but I do remember being very uncomfortable. It really was awkward.

Jo didn’t arrive until almost noon and I could tell that she was doing her best to avoid me. That, in itself, was strange because we had a really good working relationship. We’d usually start the day going over what we each had planned and just which order we would need each piece of machinery. Jo did go to lunch with Jay without telling any of the rest of us. I knew why but Andre was a bit puzzled.

As far as Rena was concerned it took a few weeks until she was back to her old flirting self. I was a bit surprised but certainly enjoyed the attention. The first such episode is still vivid in my memory. One of the duties of a keypunch operator was to occasionally empty the “chip” bucket. (“Chips” were what we called the residue from the punch cards. In the Bush election they were called “chad“.) Because she was new to the job she wasn’t as vigilant as she should’ve been and on this one day the chips were overflowing onto the floor. To get to the bin you had to lean over the machine and pull it out, actually pulling it away from yourself. When she did this she dumped a good bit of them out making a mess under her machine. When she squatted down to try and clean it up she was ”duck walking“ as she moved around trying to scoop them up. Each time she moved she would spread her legs and then close them. I happened to see it and was enjoying myself as I watched the white “magic triangle” go from big to small and back again. I really was hoping that she wouldn’t notice but she did and she saw me looking she smiled and stopped with her legs open as wide as her skirt would let her. I remember feeling flushed as I watched.

When Alvin and Millie left for Texas they had the electricity turned off. When Andy and Lil bought the unit they were like kids with a new toy at Christmas. They decided they wanted to sleep in it even without power and heat and brought blankets and flashlights much as they would have done if camping. For the next few days Lil and Dora, using their kids wagons, started the process of transferring their belongings. It took a few days for the power to be turned on and it seemed strange to see lights again. The one thing they didn’t have was telephone. On this one morning, while waiting for Elle’s mother to arrive to watch the kids, I got a call from Andy who was at work. He needed to get a message to Lil and asked if I could run next door to give it to her. As soon as Elle’s mother walked in the door I was on my way to next door. I was on my way up the steps when I saw Lil walking through the living room. Unless my eyes were deceiving me it looked like all she had on was a T shirt and panties. I knocked and I could see her returning towards the door. It opened and she was sort of hiding behind it. I gave her the message and, much to my surprise, she let go of the door and walked over to the dining room table. At that point there was no doubt that all she had on was a T shirt and her panties. She picked something up from the table, returned to the door and thanked me, making little effort to cover herself up. The whole thing took probably less than 30 seconds and as I started back down the steps I realized that I had a pretty sizable bulge. My concerns about living next door to Andy and Lil had been much reduced.

As opening night for the stock car races got closer it seemed like there were still a lot of little things to be done to be completely ready. Eric and I had recruited both Andy and Jim to go as our “pit crew” but as willing as they were they had no experience. Eric had done most of the work on the car but, among other things, it still needed to be painted. It had almost as much rust as paint on it with a faded silver number 51 showing through. It was a mess! When I had to move the storage sheds to make way for the new exit road from the park I found a whole bunch of old paint cans. Dick told me that they were mine if I had a use for them. I felt that by having Jim and Andy throw a coat of paint on the car would be a good way to get them involved. However, when they did the car looked worse than before they started.

The big day came and I still had to get my work in on the new travel trailer section of the park. The “boys” hadn’t planned on having to put the new road in so their budget had taken a big hit. They had envisioned having the trailers parked on cement pads and ordered a dump truck load of blue stone to lay as a base. My job was moving it to each location via a wheelbarrow. If you’ve been reading the whole blog you might remember that I’d hurt my back when I was training horses. I’d had an occasional problem but nothing debilitating. Well... I overdid it and by lunch time I was in great pain. I went home to get some aspirin and to take a rest. I lay down on the bed but after a half hour the pain was worse. Elle pleaded with me to go to the doctor but, by then all i could think about was opening night and the race car. It was going to be my first race as a driver. Jay and Jo were coming as well. I just knew I had to suck it up go.

To be continued...

2011-10-26T14:52:00.001-04:00

SPRING... adapting to the changes (Part 80d)

When Easter came and went we hadn’t heard from Alvin and Millie. Millie had promised to write and keep us posted as to how they were doing. I knew that Alvin had listed the mobile home for sale but neither Elle nor I had seen much, if any, activity, So, it came as quite a shock when we answered a knock on our door to find Andy and Lil. Before we could say anything, Andy, in his usual boisterous self said “Hi neighbor!”. And he wasn’t kidding. We invited them in and they told us they had bought Alvin’s unit. I knew that Andy had bought a piece of property but had thought it was to build a house on. But that was still a ways down the road. With two soon to be teen aged sons they had run out of room. They had bought their mobile home from Alvin and Millie’s and it was only a 40’ by 8’ wide. As I sat there listening to them I wondered what life living next door to them would be like. Don’t get me wrong... I liked Andy and considered him a good friend. But, Alvin, Millie and their girls were extremely quiet and Andy, Lil and their sons were directly the opposite. Of course we expressed pleasure about the news to them but, to ourselves, we had some serious doubts.

Work on the new travel trailer part of the park was a disaster. The “boys” hadn’t done nearly enough planning. The need to put in a new exit to the park had thrown a serious crimp into both time and money. Ben, in an effort to cut costs, borrowed a small tractor with a bucket on it to do the excavating. It turned out that it wasn’t big enough, and, in frustration, Ben ended up trying something that he shouldn’t have tried and, in so doing, ended up collapsing a cesspool. I can still see the tractor, half swallowed up by the hole, with it’s bucket pointed to the sky. All the delay meant to me was that I wasn’t doing what had been projected for me. I was still getting paid and that was the important part.

Jay was able to get Rena in to meet with Mrs. K, the Deputy Civil Service Director and to work out the details of joining us in the Data Processing department. I, purposely, stayed in the background and actually left the office when she was introduced. Lucy took over her training. I’d guess it was probably a couple of hours before I acknowleged her at all. What was surprising to me was that she didn’t express any hesitation when she acknowleged me back. I had figured that she’d not want to see me at all. I took the situation for what it was and just smiled.

My patience in waiting for some “action” from the “mystery woman’s” wash line finally paid off somewhere in this period of time. I came home one night and there, blowing in the wind on a partially filled wash line were a bunch of bikini panties. It was light enough to see that some were colored. My problem was that our kitchen was right in the front of our unit and Elle was there preparing supper so there was no way I could dally looking at them from my car or to go over and investigate. What it did do was to reinvigorate my interest in her.

The stock car racing season was scheduled to open the first Sunday in May. Eric had continued to “putter” on the car while I worked on the travel trailer project. He was “hot to trot” and couldn’t wait for the season to begin. As usual for me, money was scarce. The motor was in and all that was needed was a battery so that we could run it. Tires were another missing ingredient but we both wanted to hear the roar of the motor. Eric had gotten so impatient that he “sprung” for the battery and came to tell me. It was probably close to 7pm when we walked up to the car and installed it. Stock cars do not have mufflers. They are loud. It was... complete with a few backfires mixed in. It was almost completely dark and we didn’t have the equipment necessary to fine tune the ignition so we quit, happy to know that it was capable of running.

Next day at work I told Jay about the “christening” and he insisted that we go out to the car during lunch. We pushed the car out from under the lean to and I cranked it over. It was the same as the night before with a number of backfires. Jay knew exactly what was wrong and got a wrench. He loosened up the nut that held the distributor in place and turned it a little and the backfiring stopped. We were both very involved in projects at work and as much as we both wanted to stay we headed back. On the way jay said that I needed to get a “hot firing” distributor. I didn’t really know what he meant so asked about it. He said he thought he could get his hands on one for me and by then we were back at work.

I know it was Friday when Jay walked in with something wrapped in rags. He handed to to me and as I peeled the rags off I saw a “hot firing” distributor, complete with a “hot” coil. The name tag on it told the story s it read “Mallory”, a name I’d seen on some of the faster cars like Jim’s cousin the year before. I asked Jay how much I owed him even though I didn’t have any money. He just smiled, shrugged and wished me “good luck!”.

None of us had desks as we were always at different machines and seldom, if ever, sitting. With the new office we finally had a storage area. It was decided that one shelf would be designated for the employees to keep their personal things. I took the distributor and put it in my space and went back to work. Being a Friday we’d all taken Rena’s lead and would hold back until at least 5:15pm or later to avoid the “rush” of getting out of the parking lot. When I left Jay and Jo were still there. I was at the traffic circle when I remembered the distributor. I remember cussing as I went the full 360 degrees around it and headed back to the office. I noticed that Jay’s truck was still there but didn’t think much of it. As usual, I used the fire door to get in. The “back” door to the office had no windows but I had a key for it and walked right in. The lights were out which somewhat surprised me what with Jay’s truck in the parking lot. It was only about ten steps to the store room door. I opened it and went straight for my shelf space, grabbing the distributor and turning to go back out. But, something white in the middle of the aisle caught my eye. I stopped and as I did I heard a familiar squeal. It was Jo and as I looked I could see that she was straddling someone as I could see two legs underneath her. I was frozen in place for a few seconds. I saw her turn her head and look right at me. I also saw white between her bottom and the legs under her. I was probably only in there for fifteen seconds. When I was back in the office itself I found myself perspiring profusely. I’d just walked in on a very compromising situation and yet I found myself embarrassed. I was out of the office and down the stairs in a flash. I was at the traffic circle before I was able to breath normally. At the entrance to the park I stopped the car to try and figure out what had been going on. I didn’t want to be sitting at supper trying to figure it out while carrying on a conversation with Elle.

To be continued...

2011-10-24T23:06:00.001-04:00

SPRING... adapting to the changes (Part 80c)

At work, the new lady who Jay had brought in temporarily decided that the commute was too much for her so quit after only a month. Jay, upset, went to see the Deputy Civil Service Director to get some sort of direction as far as when a new test for Key Punch Operator was going to be offered. Mrs. K, the Deputy explained that it wasn’t that simple. Since Data processing was a new discipline for the County they needed to do a detailed audit of just what work the staff actually did so that job descriptions could be created and tests written. That didn’t satisfy Jay. He asked (pleaded) for help in that he needed an employee “yesterday”. Mrs. K brought out the fact that, as she understood it, the days of punch cards was pretty much over and asked Jay about the new tape drive. Then she said that after the audit the position of Key Punch Operator might very well be changed to “Data Entry Clerk”. Jay, always quick to seize on an opportunity, asked if someone who was presently a “Clerk Typist” couldn’t be put in the Key Punch Operator position on a temporary basis until such time as the new job description was created. She said that, in this situation, she would approve it.

I’ve consciously avoided saying much about Rena, the girl from the Purchasing Department who was seriously hurt in an auto accident on New Years Eve. In a very clandestine way I’d been keeping up with her progress in recovery and knew that she’d been released to go back to work. I also knew that she’d quickly used up her paid sick days and was on a LOA (leave of absence). Whenever a County employee went on a LOA for more than three months that person’s position could be filled on a permanent basis by the department. (Remember, this was 1963). The person on the LOA was guaranteed a position upon their return but it could be in any department with a vacancy for the job title that the LOA person held. I’d quietly been mentioning to Jay that Rena would be a good fit for the department ever since Linda had quit. He, more or less, agreed with me but seemed hung up on the vacancy being for Key Punch Operator and with Rena being a Clerk Typist. I’d never really “pushed” it, relying on dropping casual asides to him whenever the opportunity arose.

When Jay returned from his meeting with Mrs. K he called all of us into his office and asked if any of us saw a problem with bringing Rena in. Andre, because he’d briefly dated her, seemed to be the only one who even raised an eyebrow. With that general approval, Jay looked to me and asked if I could get in touch with her. That was not what I wanted! I’d deliberately played down my relationship with Rena and that didn’t help. I said that I would go across the hall to the Purchasing Department and ask Corrine, the busty blond secretary, if she could give her a message. That was as involved as I wanted to be.

This period of time is kind of a blur as to what happened first, second, third, etc. It was sometime after Easter that both my kids ended up with bad colds. Up to then Elle and I had been incredibly fortunate in that our kids had avoided any major illnesses. I got home from work on this one night and Elle was concerned that Anne, our youngest, had a high fever that she couldn't get to go down. We called the Doctor (you still could do that back in those times) and he told us to bring her on down after 7pm. (If you’ve read this epistle from the beginning, the Doctor was the Uncle of one of my first panty peek friends, Mary Jane) The office was in his house and his wife greeted us. We had to wait for a while and when the door to his office opened Elle recognized the man leaving as being one of her High School classmates, Ricky. I did know him but not that well as he came to Elle’s school for his junior and senior years while I was away at boarding school. They started chatting and then a tall woman followed him out of the office. There was something familiar about her but I couldn’t quite place it. It was something about the shape of her mouth. Ricky introduced her to Elle as his wife, Joan. That name rang a bell in my head. It suddenly came to me that she might be the girl who had lived next door to my grandparents during WWII and who I’d watched wet her panties a few times. I couldn’t believe it. She was almost as tall as I was and was half a head higher than her husband.

The doctor was waiting for Elle and Anne so while they went into his office I stayed with my older daughter and chatted with them. Right after WWII Joan’s family had moved closer to the city for work. Since her parents were both local, they continued to return to their “roots” during the Summer. Ricky met Joan one Summer and, eventually, they married. Ricky them went to work for Joan’s father but had decide to go off on his own and had returned just a few months ago. They had no children but were “trying” and that was why they were at the doctor's office. When Ricky mentioned that I could see Joan cringe. Looking at her I could definitely see her father’s features, especially her height. She wasn’t particularly pretty but there was a touch of cuteness when she smiled. I remembered from when we played together that she wasn’t very “sharp” and nothing she said while we talked made me change my mind on that.

We were still talking when Elle and Anne exited the Doctor’s office. Elle had been given instructions as what to do to lower the fever but the most important thing was that there didn’t appear to be anything wrong with her that time wouldn’t heal. As we all left we exchanged telephone numbers. I wasn’t sure why but we did.

To be continued...

2011-10-19T13:12:00.001-04:00

SPRING... adapting to the changes (Part 80b)

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I was in such a rush to get something posted last week that I jumped over a whole two week period. There were a couple of things that happened during that time that I need to post as they will come into play again in future posts. Sorry ‘bout that.
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The new store that my across the street neighbor (the ”mystery woman“) was responsible for getting opened right before the first of April. She pulled off a major marketing coup by having a ”pre-opening“ for special groups. Among others they included all teachers and school staff for the local school district; doctors, nurses and local hospital staff; all the local town government officials and staff as well as the residents of the mobile home park. It was by invitation only and it was held from 6pm to 10pm the Friday night before the Saturday Grand Opening. Elle and I wanted to go but without the kids. With Alvin, Millie and their girls, our former neighbors, now in Texas we didn’t have built-in baby sitters any more. Elle’s mother had stepped in during the days that Elle was called in to teach but on those days she was not willing to take the kids at night. We didn’t want to ”dump“ them at a neighbor’s and have them there when it was time for bed. Elle called me at work when she got home from school that Friday and asked if I remembered the name of the girl from church who had comforted our youngest when she had a problem the week before. The funny thing was that I remembered her last name but not her first. I gave that to Elle to see if she could track her down. Purely by luck there was only one family with that name in the phone book and when Elle called the girl answered the phone. After Elle talked with her mother she was given permission and Elle called me to tell me to pick her up on my way home from work. I was pleased for a number of reasons... I wanted to go to the pre-opening and, as I’d mentioned before, I had been impressed with her and the way she handled the situation with my daughter.

Her name was Karen and she was 15 years old. As I chatted with her on the way home I was, again, impressed with her maturity. We both attended the Episcopal Church but she was attending a Catholic High School which I found interesting. In any case, she was still wearing her school uniform. The skirt was a green and gray plaid with a white blouse, She was also wearing a green cardigan sweater with what appeared to be the crest of the school. I remember looking over at her and was surprised at how much of her thighs I could see as she sat there. I really hadn’t noticed how short the skirt was when I went to the door to pick her up but it certainly had my attention in the car. The kids took a little time to warm up to Karen but once she got down on the floor to play with them they were OK. Elle was in a rush to get going and I have to admit I was dragging a bit, hoping to get a peek at her panties.

The store was way more than I had expected, not in presentation, but in the vast amount of products that were available and at the prices that were posted. I’ve told you that Elle and I kept a list with two categories... ”want” and ”need”. I can tell you that when we walked out of that store there was little that was on the “need“ list. It was very much like the COSTCO and Sam’s Club stores of today in that much of the merchandise was on tables, in bins or on shelves and not really displayed. There were no food products but just about anything else you could think of was to be found. We actually ran into the ”mystery woman“ neighbor (Denise) who was in charge of the store. She explained the reason for the ”pre-opening“ was to get the staff up to speed in dealing with the public. But as I looked around all I could see was faces of disbelief on the other people who were there. I knew that I was going to tell anybody I saw about the place. It didn’t come to me right them that what Denise was hoping for was word of mouth promotion on top of normal media advertising. It was something that I put into the back of my mind for future use.

One thing about Karen was that she was shy in the presence of adults. Taking her home it was like pulling teeth to get much out of her. About the only thing I learned was that her father was a physicist at a local governmental facility and her mother was in administration with the new County Community College. With two professionals as parents it helped to explain the maturity that I’d observed from her. As I left her off I asked if she was interested in doing more baby sitting and her smile told me ”yes“.

The other major happening was that work was started on converting First Street at the mobile home park to travel trailers. As I previously mentioned, the news of the change did not sit well with the eight residents who were in those pads. Two of them decided not to move out and when Dick and Ben literally dragged their trailers off the lot it took police to straighten the scene out. That was the precursor to what was to happen.

The new park that the ”boys“ had announced was well planned out. Engineers and planners had been used. But, they had decided to convert First Street to travel trailers on their own and it only took a few days to see that they had thought the process out. First Street was the only two way street in the park and anyone living behind it had to exit the park by driving down the street. To do the construction work necessary it would be required to close First Street. That meant they had to make a new exit which entailed moving storage sheds and equipment. It only got worse from there and I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice it to say that it became clear that my involvement in the project was changed. If I had any other way to pay off the debt I owed the ”boys” for my patio awning and room I would’ve pursued it. However, I’d told them I’d help and I did but it was anything but what I expected. The ONLY good thing that came from it was that I got to meet Ben’s wife. With all that was going on (the new park; making room for a travel trailer section; adding a new line of trailers) she was brought in to help out in the office. Completely the opposite of Ben, she was a very nice, attractive woman. Before children, she had been a legal secretary. I have to admit that she was a bit of a flirt. She liked to wear tight fitting skirts and on occasion I would get a bit of a VPL. I definitely looked forward to visiting the office.

To be continued...

2011-10-13T23:56:00.001-04:00

SPRING... adjusting to the changes (Part 80a)

Alvin (the next door neighbor) hemmed and hawed about whether he’d accept the transfer to Texas right up to the end of the month. Millie was going out of her mind with his indecisiveness. She didn’t want to move especially with the school year just about over. But it had been plainly obvious to Elle and I that Alvin seldom considered anyone else but himself. He was “King” and his wife and kids were expected to jump when he told them to.

Even though we’d been forewarned, his decision to go was sudden. The adjustment for Elle and I was in that our “free” babysitter would soon be gone. Even though she didn’t like the idea she asked Dora (my friend, Jim’s wife) if she could help out but she was only available one day a week. Lola, our neighbor when we first moved in, had just given birth to her third son so she wasn’t even considered. Lil (she of the infamous picture) was working part time. Elle’s mother was more than willing to take them... at her house. The problem with that was there were some mornings Elle wouldn’t get the call from a school until 7:30am. She had to be to the school by 8am. To get the kids dressed and fed took at least a half hour and then a round trip to Elle’s parents house at that time of day was easily an hour for me. It was doable but not something either of us wanted to do as Elle would then have to go pick them up when she got out of school. The only other choice was to have her mother come to us and if she was to do that she wanted $5 a day. Elle only was only grossing $15 a day as a substitute and if we paid her what she asked it meant Elle was netting less than a dollar an hour. We decided that that was the lesser of two evils. Elle had worked hard to get a good reputation so that when she was ready to work full time she would have a track record to fall back on.

With that arrangement, there was something that neither of thought about... her mother would have full run of the trailer. That meant we had to make sure we picked up after “our ”fun and games“. Some of those games meant having a pile of soiled panties that we had to hide. What a pain!

As I’d mentioned we’d started going to church again. My preference was the 8am service because it didn’t take all that much time. However, at the 10am service there was a nursery for the younger kids. For quite a while Elle had been concerned that there weren’t any girls in the age range of Anne, our youngest, in the mobile home park. At church there were a few and Elle wanted her to get used to sharing and playing with others. So that meant we went at 10am. By the time the service was over and we’d gone through the ”meet and greet“ afterwards we’d get home around noon. Then I had to do my ”duty“ and take my grandfather to the hospital to visit my grandmother. That was made more tolerable by the fact that the nurse, Cammy, would provide me with a few nice VPL’s. But it also meant that it would be close to 2pm by the time I got home. It was like half the day was gone.

In any case, on this one Sunday the minister was giving his sermon when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see one of the teen aged girls who helped out at Sunday school and the nursery. She whispered to me that I needed to come downstairs. Of course Elle came as well. As I walked in the room I saw this teen aged girl, on her haunches, holding Anne who was obviously crying to one side. The girl was also holding another girl on her other side. As I walked towards her she fell over backwards. One or both the the girls had managed to knock her over. As she fell backwards one leg went up in the air and the other fell to her side giving me a very good upskirt. I saw the whole crotch of her panties. I was so shocked that I just stopped and stared. Elle, behind me, didn’t see what I saw, or if she did, she was only concerned about Anne. I watched as the girl tried to sit up and gave me a little more peek of white. With Anne in Elle’s care the girl focused on the other child and was able to get to her feet. What had happened was that Anne had picked up something the other girl had been playing with and a fight ensued. It was something that Elle had been concerned about because of Anne’s lack of social skills and one of the reasons why she was there. As it was explained to me I took a good look at the teenager and was impressed with her poise and her ability to explain what had happened. The fact that she was cute didn’t hurt either.

Easter was late that year. My mother had volunteered to cook an Easter dinner at my grandfather’s house but she wanted it to be served around noon time. That meant going to the early service with the kids. Keeping them still for 20 or so minutes was fairly easy but for almost an hour was near impossible so we left before the end. Elle wanted to go to help my mother prepare. It was perfect as I could then take my grandfather to the hospital in the morning and when the meal was over we could all go home and I would be free.

When I wheeled my grandfather into the hospital room we surprised Cammy because we usually came between noon and 1pm. As soon as she saw me she rushed over and asked if I could do her a really big favor. She had forgotten to bring some medications she was on and her parents were at church. She asked if I could go to her house and get them for her. Of course I said yes but I was a bit worried that I’d been too eager. I let her tell me how to get there even though I already knew. It was only five minutes away. She told me the key to the back door was hidden in the clothespin bag hanging on the washline. When I pulled into the driveway I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were clothes hanging on the line which, at first, surprised me as it was Easter. Then I remembered that it had rained the previous afternoon. In any case I had an excuse to be in and around the clothes. I ducked under the first row of them and found just what I wanted to see... panties. Based upon their size it was easy to tell which were Cammy’s. I reached up and confirmed that they were nylon. As I remember it there were four pair with one pair that stood out. The crotch was at least an inch wider than the other others. I wanted to know who made them and was going to take them off the line to look inside. As I reached for the clothes pin I noticed that whoever had put them up had used one pin to hold up the sides of two pair. I took a peek down the line and it was the same way for all of them. I quickly decided not to take them down fearing I wouldn’t get them back the same way. It was about that time that I remembered that I still had to find the key and get into the house and find her medications.

It was as I was driving back to the hospital that I realized I could’ve gone peeking in Cammy’s room as well. It was a very small ranch style house and as she was an only child it would've been easy to locate her room. I was mad at myself especially having seen the panties with the extra wide crotch. By the time I got back I’d been gone for less than a half hour. Cammy was very thankful and gave me a hug. If there was one thing I learned that day was the what Cammy had on top was real.

To be continued...

2011-09-27T14:44:00.001-04:00

HEADED FOR SPRING... more changes (Part 79b)

These changes were somewhat mild in comparison to what was about to happen in the trailer (Ooops... mobile home) park. Even though I’d been told of the upcoming changes that Dick and Ben were planning I was not prepared for the breadth and scope of them. I don’t have any memory of the specific date but it was in early March. When I got home from work Elle asked what the big meeting was about that had been called for that night at the meeting hall. She’d been asked by a few people she’d seen while picking up our mail. We hadn’t been invited so I had no idea. I called Jim and Andy they didn’t know anything either.

We were just about to go to bed when the phone rang. It was one of our original neighbors asking for more information about what had taken place at the meeting. They hadn’t gone but had heard a rumor that all the “Golden Agers” (those over 59) were going to be kicked out of the park. Common sense told me that wasn’t going to happen but I did remember what Dick had told me about building a new facility that would be limited to those over 50 years old. I tried to assure him that he and his wife would not be “kicked out” and also promised to find out just what was going on. It bothered me that he and his wife were that concerned so, in spite of the hour (probably after 11pm) I called Dick.

I sat and listened for about 15 to 20 minutes as he explained what he and his brother had explained earlier. It was an “eye opener“, for sure. The ”boys“ had held what Dick called a ”pre announcement“ about their plans for the new facility. They had renderings of what the new place would look like and explained that all the ”pads“ would be bigger than in the existing park and all would have off street parking. An added amenity was that there would be trees on all the pads. Where the confusion came in with my former neighbor was that the ”golden agers“ were offered a chance to move to the new facility with the current rent guaranteed for a year plus the ”boys“ would move their units for free. It was enough to arm me with with facts to ward off the rumors that were sure to abound the next day. I think what really surprised me was that they were going to try to get phase one of the new park done by July 1. I remember thinking that was pretty ambitious. After explaining it all to Elle I remember wondering if they were going to go ahead with the travel trailer part that I’d agreed to work on for them.

Not long after that I got to meet the ”mystery woman“ who lived across the street from us. It was on a Sunday and Elle, I and the kids had just gotten back from church when I saw her headed our way. She introduced herself as Denise. She handed us a flyer announcing the grand opening of the new discount store up on the by-pass. Elle took a look at that while I took a look at her. I remember asking her what her hours of work were as I hardly ever saw her car when I left for work or when I returned home. She laughed and said she wouldn’t have set hours until the store was up and running. As she was talking I was taking a good look at her. I’d noticed her at the Christmas party at the meeting hall and thought she was good looking at the time. But up close and in casual clothes she wasn’t as interesting. However, she was in her thirties and had what looked to be a nice body. When she left us I knew I’d continue looking at her wash line especially after the store was up and running.

The flier that Denise had given Elle had some real bargains. The store was going to carry just about everything. Looking back on it now, it was a forerunner of the WalMart type store. The opening was scheduled for the first of April, a few weeks before Easter. I remember Elle writing down a whole bunch of stuff on our ”want“ list.
On that Monday all the women in the park were talking about the new store and the fabulous prices. Denise had handed out fliers to all the residents and it seemed like she got the desired result.

As far as work... without Linda we were able to get by but Jo had to step back to her keypunching duties, at least part time. Jay had gotten a lead on a woman who was interested but was only interested in working for a few months. Of course he had to get the ”OK“ from Leo and he sat on the request for quite a while which just added to the dislike we all felt for him. The woman was a forty something who, in her youth, had probably been very cute. Her name escapes me but she fit right in, probably because Jay wasn’t that choosy knowing that she’d only be there for a few months. By the time she started we had adapted to the new tape drive and other than an occasional ”crunch“ things were going well.

As I’d mentioned in earlier posts it was very difficult to do much of anything on the race car being that it was stored outside. With my agreeing to help the ”boys“ with the creation of the new travel trailer section I was given access to all their work areas much like when I was working full time for them. I got permission to create a lean-to against one of the storage areas and Eric and I got it done in one afternoon. It didn’t have heat but it did protect us from the elements, especially the wind. It was a very big change and got me really excited about the upcoming racing season.

To be continued...

2011-09-19T16:37:00.001-04:00

HEADED FOR SPRING... more changes (Part 79a)

Almost every Winter I can remember getting a few unseasonable days. It was always a welcome happening, getting people out and about. I’d not done much on the racecar because it was stored outside. Eric, my racecar friend in the park, had already re-welded the roll bars and bumpers and was anxious to do more. Since the only place I had to work on it was outside, with the break in the weather he came around to tell me that we needed to do the whole brake system over. I still had race car money stashed away and even though reluctant to spend it, I did. I had no experience with brakes and told him he was on his own. He looked like a kid about to go into a candy store. To buy the parts I had to go up to the new by-pass to the auto parts store that the “boys” used so I could get their discount. On my way back I remembered Cammy, my grandmother’s nurse, lived in the area. I decided to take a ride by her house hoping that with the good weather there would be wash on the line. There was and I was able to see two pair on the line closest to the road. Of course there was no way to know if they belonged to her or her mother but it was a nice side trip anyway.

It was in and around that same time that the first change took place in the Data processing department since the hiring of Andre. Linda, the heavy set keypunch operator who only worked the minimum time required, had always been a target for practical jokes by Jay. Jay had always been annoyed that she made little or no effort to be a part of the group and the jokes were his way of getting her attention. All the ones I’d seen had been harmless but enough to annoy her. Jay came up to me and motioned for me to follow him into the hall. Once there, without saying a word, he motioned for me to follow him down the stairs. Outside, we went right to his truck and he pulled four milk crates out along with a small bottle jack. Carrying two of them I followed him to the front parking lot. As soon as we made the turn I knew exactly where we were going. Linda had a VW Beetle and Jay made a straight line for it. He got down on his knees and slid the bottle jack under a wheel and called for me to slide a crate to him. He did the same thing on all four wheels. He never said a word the whole time we were out there.

When 5pm came, Linda, as always, was out the door. Jay waited for a minute and then called all the rest of us to follow him. We hid at the corner of the building and waited for Linda to appear. We heard her start the car and then heard the engine rev up a bit. Then we all slipped a little further out to get a better view. We watched her put it into another gear and nothing happened. After a few more tries a guy went up to her window and pointed to her wheels. We watched her get out to take a look... and then scream. We were all holding our sides, laughing, when she saw us. She came running, (or trying to) screaming at Jay. We all ran but Jay turned back and told her he’d fix it. The rest of us went back upstairs, laughing all the way.

The next morning there was no Linda. Around mid afternoon, our least favorite supervisor showed up in the person of Leo, the Deputy Controller. He motioned for Jay to follow him into Jay’s little used office. Because of the windows we could see that neither sat down. Leo’s arms were flying all around and Jay just stood there. The confrontation lasted for about ten minutes and then Leo left. Jay stayed in the office for a few minutes and when he came out he told us that Linda had quit. She’d driven in that morning and handed Leo her resignation. Basically, Leo was not happy.

Jay then walked down the hall to the Civil Service office to see if there were any names on the keypunch position list. There were only two and Jay had interviewed both and wasn’t interested in either. The rules stated that if there were three names one had to be chosen. If there were less than three then a temporary could be hired subject to taking and passing the test. At one time around the end of the year I knew that Rena had asked Jay if there was any way she could get a job in the department. When Jay came back with his findings I immediately thought of her.

As much as I hate to admit it I hadn’t been in touch with Rena in quite a while. I’d taken some action that I thought would help her and, in my heart, I knew that in some ways it did, but those actions also created another bad situation for her. When I heard what had eventually happened I felt really bad and decided to “lay low”. With the new vacancy I couldn’t help but wonder if she was healed enough to work but wondered even more weather she would be willing. In any case there was going to be a change.

Another semi-shock was when Elle told me that Alvin, our next door neighbor, was definitely being transferred to Texas as of April first. He’d complained to me that he thought the company he worked for was going to do it way back around the first of the year. He’d felt that it was to get him to resign so they wouldn’t have to fund his retirement. Both he and his wife were local and both their families were local so this was a form of “legal harassment”, as he called it. There wasn’t much I could say or do.

To be continued...

2011-09-17T16:13:00.001-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78k)

The trip through Macy's reminded me that when I was there the last time I'd been introduced to one of the lingerie buyers for the store and had been given the address of a place in the city that might have the Plymouth nylon satin panties that I really liked. The problem for me was that I didn't know enough about the city to know just where it was. I'd had a thought that we might try to find the place but decided against it as Elle was tired from not sleeping all that well what with all the walking and then the skating. However, the thought was still high on my priority list.

It was approaching 3pm and we were very near the train station. Elle stopped me and asked if we could go home. I was somewhat taken aback because it had seemed like she was having a good time. I asked her why and she said it had been almost two whole days since she’d see the kids. I missed them too but not that much. However, for her it was different as she’d never been more than 24 hours without being with them. I knew the train back home left somewhere around 3:45pm. I also knew that even if I persuaded her to stay she’d not be in a good mood for the rest of the time there. So, I told her to stay at the station and I’d run (literally) back to Willy’s apartment and get our things. She didn’t really like the idea of being all alone but also didn’t want to go all the way back to the apartment.

During my semi sleepless night I kept thinking about Willy’s wife’s panties in the next bedroom. At one point I thought I’d get a chance when Elle took her shower. But, we ended up taking a shower together thus eliminating any chance to sneak a peek at her panty drawer. However, on my jog back to the apartment the thought was revived. It took less time than I’d expected so my first stop was the master bedroom. It was the third drawer I tried. As I peered in I saw a waist elastic that seemed somewhat familiar. I took the top pair and peered inside. The label was small but embroidered and I knew I’d seen it before. Evette. I read the size and it said 5. I held the panties up in front of me and saw a nice applique but, having a lot of size 5 panties for Elle, they seemed a bit large. I knew I didn’t have much time as I had to get all our things, including Elle’s soiled panties, together and get back to the train station. I folded the panties back up and as I put them back flipped through the pile they came from and saw the same waist elastic on all of them.

As I stuffed our things into our suitcase something my mother had done when we’d visited friends came to mind. She’d always strip the sheets off the bed and put them in the laundry area. I was like a whirling dervish as I ran from one side of the bed to the other. I’d not taken my coat off so by the time I’d pulled the bedspread back onto the bed I was sweating. Already quite warm, I decided to run the first few blocks back. By the time I found Elle the perspiration was beaded up on my face. There wasn’t time to buy a ticket in the station so we boarded without. Just as we found a seat for two Elle whispered in my ear that she was still wet from when she’d gone at the top of the Empire State Building. I hadn’t given that subject a thought. I asked if she’d at least used a toilet while waiting for me. I couldn’t believe it when she said she hadn’t.

There was nothing I could do for her at that point. The train from the city didn’t have toilets and it was at least a 45 minute trip until we changed trains. I wasn’t sure there were working toilets on that train either but it was all we could hope for. When we stood up to change trains it was all over as I could see the look of resignation on Elle’s face. By the time we got back to our town the wetness had worked its way through Elle’s wool slacks. Because it was dark and there were few passengers on the train by that time I tried to comfort her telling her that no one would know. It didn’t work and I listened to her complain about her condition all the way home. It wasn’t all that far but she, for sure, was upset.

As we made the turn towards our trailer (Oops... mobile home!) I saw something that caught my eye. There was something on the “mystery woman’s” clothes line that, even in the dark, looked a lot like panties. She’d been there for about two months and all I’d ever seen was small towels hanging there. I remember thinking that maybe there was hope there after all.

After getting cleaned up and changing we headed to Elle’s parents house to get the kids. We called ahead so they knew we were coming. The kids were all wound up. I’ll admit I was glad to see them as well even though my plans for the whole weekend didn’t work out. That night I lay awake thinking of the panties I'd peeked at in the apartment. I knew I'd seen that elastic before and it was driving me crazy trying to remember just where.

We’d been going to church on Sunday’s. My preference was for the early service but the church only provided a nursery at the later service. By the time we’d get home it was almost noon. I was still taking my grandfather to the hospital and the only thing that made it somewhat tolerable was in seeing Cammy. There had been a number of times that I’d had an opportunity to drive by her home to see if there were panties on the line but hadn’t. On this day it appeared that when she’d last used the toilet her slip had not come all the way down in back. My grandmother had been fussing when we arrived and Cammy was attempting to get her positioned more comfortably. In so doing she ended up leaning way over the bed to grab my grandmother by the shoulders and the resulting VPL was incredible. The fact that her dress was tight to begin with and with one less layer of material between her panties and me made for a wonderful view. It made me make a strong pledge to do a drive by her house as soon as possible.

To be continued...

2011-09-14T16:47:00.001-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78j)

Because we were both in a strange bed and the sounds of the city were foreign to us, neither of us slept much. I remember Elle getting out of bed and it being light out. The next thing I knew I found her climbing, from the end of the bed, up and over me. Before my eyes could focus I could feel my groin was warm and wet. I put my hands up and around her hips and, instead of the cotton panties that I knew she’d put on for her ”package“ when we went to bed, it was the sensuous feel of nylon satin. It only took a minute before were were side to side and I was ”plugged in“. But that wasn’t what she wanted. I have to say I was very surprised based on her mood when we turned out the lights. It didn’t last too long but, as always, very pleasurable. I had just rolled off of her when the phone rang. I told her to let it ring but she said that Willy’s wife had told her she was going to call. Since we were in the second bedroom there was no phone. Elle jumped out of bed and started out the door but quickly stopped and grabbed the dry cotton panties she’d taken off to put on the nylon pair for me.

I followed a minute or two later and I saw Elle standing at the end of the kitchen counter. She was in profile and I wish I had a camera... nice firm breasts, flat tummy and in panties. As soon as she hung up the phone I had a hand right between her legs. I wasn’t expecting to feel the wetness. It took a few seconds for me to realize it was my cum. I was amazed at just how much there was. IAt first I thought that she’d wet herself while standing there. I was also amazed that she allowed me to ”play“ inside the panties for a while.

It was while we were showering when I found out just what it was that changed her mood. Not being able to sleep she got to thinking about skating. But she knew she wouldn’t do it in a skirt so she decided to work on me to buy her a pair of slacks. Smart woman!

Willy’s wife had encouraged Elle to use what was in the refrigerator for our breakfast but Elle would have none of it. As we left the building we asked the doorman for a good place to eat. He steered us to a coffee shop a few blocks away. It didn’t look like much but I know I’ll never forget the place as they had cinnamon buns baked on the premesis. As we ate I was trying to place just where were in relation to Macy’s. After my last trip to the city I’d told Elle just how big it was and how I’d actually gotten lost in the building. I figured it would be fun to show her and to get a pair of slacks while we were there. Thankfully, the weather was reasonable for late February as it took some walking to find it.

I remember the look on Elle’s face as we walked through just the first floor. I still smile when thinking about it. I made her ride the escalators up to the eighth floor and back and I know she was shaking her head in disbelief most of the way. We stopped on the ladies clothing floor and she was overwhelmed. She really didn’t have any idea what she wanted and the total amount of choices didn’t help. When I saw a pair of camel colored slacks on display I suggested them. Not wanting to take a chance of not finding a bathroom on our travels she had insisted on wearing a total “package”. I knew that would create a problem as far a size was concerned. I didn’t want to pay for a pair of slacks that she might only wear a few times and suggested that she take off the package. I tried to convince her that there would be toilets in and around the skating rink. She finally agreed to take two pair in the changing room to try. The first pair were with the package on and they were a bit baggy. When she took the package off and tried them on they were really baggy. I convinced her to get the smaller pair and I was thinking that since they were wool they would be a bit stretchy and could possibly handle a “package”. Her coat came down to just about her butt cheeks so it would be hard for anyone to notice. We had a “winner”.

We grabbed a bite to eat on the way to Rockefeller center. I could see Elle was really looking forward to the skate as I would describe our walk as “brisk”. I paid for her skates and took a place along the lower terrace to watch. She took to the ice as if she skated every day. I was truly envious. I was always a klutz on skates and there was no way I was going to embarrass myself out there with all those people watching.

She had an hour but waived for me to come to the entryway with about 15 minutes or so to go. As she skated towards me a young boy went barreling into her causing her to fall. She was laughing by the time she got to me. I asked if she was OK and why she was laughing. When she fell it was on her butt and her “package” had buffered the fall. I thought it was pretty funny as well.

She didn’t finish her hour as the skates didn’t fit her that well and her ankles weren’t used to the rigors of skating. She’d slipped the slacks on under her skirt and then took it and her slip off. She decided to stay in the slacks as they were definitely warmer than wearing a skirt. We’d talked about going to the Empire State Building and even though her legs and ankles were tired she wanted to do it. When I lived in the city I’d never been to the top. She wasn’t too keen about the long elevator trip but once we were outside and could look down upon the city she was pretty excited. As she peered over I noticed that she was holding onto the railing with both hands even though there was a protective screen there as well. I remember wishing I had a camera just to memorialize the visit. It had been a sort of hazy day but it was now after 2pm and the haze was burning off. As it did I could feel a little warmth from the sun. I also remember Elle suddenly grabbing my hand and my asking if she was OK. She didn’t answer nor did she look at me. After a few seconds I felt her squeeze a bit harder. I was puzzled. Then I felt her shudder a bit and then she let go. I moved around to look at her square in the face and she had this guilty look in her eyes. It took a bit for me to comprehend but she’d just peed. Later, back on the ground, I told her she was probably one of the very few people who’d ever peed themselves at the very top of the Empire State Building. (Note: We were there at the top about two years ago and she remembered it.)

To be continued...

2011-09-11T19:26:00.002-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78i)

When we had last seen her brother all he could do was to brag about what a great place he’d found to live. We had to walk quite a distance from the closest subway and the further we walked the more concerned Elle and I became. It was clearly a part of the city that had seen better days. When we reached our destination I wasn’t sure I wanted to enter. There were run down stores on both sides of the street and garbage laying in the gutters. Her brother led us to a doorway between two stores and we climbed a pair of rickety stairs to the second floor. It appeared that there were two more levels to the building as we waited for him to open the door. Walking in I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was incredibly dark to begin with. All the walls were dark wood and there were only two windows that we could see. What would have been a living room had but two straight backed chairs and a wooden crate with a small lamp on it. I was shaking my head as we were led into the back part. The kitchen had a refrigerator like the one I remember being in my grandparents house when I lived with them during WWII. The stove was on legs and the sink was stained almost orange. By the time we got to the bedroom I was ready to leave. There was one window and all I could see out of it was a fire escape. The only thing that I saw that was somewhat normal was the bed. It was a double bed and was made up. There was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling and other than his Army chest the room was bare. As he was Elle’s brother I kept my mouth shut. Elle was getting very anxious to change so asked about the bathroom. I am not exaggerating when I say that it was disgusting. The sink and toilet bowls were stained to a dark orange. Elle let out a bit of a shriek when she saw it. The toilet seat was cracked and stained. As I looked at it my thought was to leave and get a hotel room even if it took the bulk of the money I had.

Elle got some ”supplies“ and closed the door. As I stood there with her brother he asked what I thought about his ”digs“. He seemed to be clueless. Possibly it seemed like ”heaven“ to him after spending over a year in a tent in Korea. I don’t remember saying anything to him at all. When Elle reappeared her brother said he had some things he needed to do and headed for the door. As soon as he did I told her there was no way we were staying there that night or any other night. She gave me one of those ”...but it is my brother...“ looks but I was adamant.

I had a list of phone numbers of people who lived or worked in the city. Even though it was a holiday I decided to give some of them a try. One was the fellow (Willy) who had sailed with me in the tune up race the previous Summer. He was one who actually lived there and I got lucky and caught him at home. He was just about to leave for Vermont to go skiing. I told him our plight and he told me to come right over. Elle was upset but at that point I didn’t care.

Talk about contrasts... from a ”dump“ we found ourselves in front of an apartment building complete with a doorman. It wasn’t that big but I was impressed with the fact that there was an elevator operator. I have to say that Willy and his wife were quite cordial especially since we hardly knew them... Elle not at all. We were shown around and told to make ourselves at home. The apartment wasn’t all that big but bigger than the one I’d lived in when my parents lived in the city. I was happy I’d made the decision. All I had to do was get Elle in concert with me about why we were there.

Going to Radio City Music Hall calmed her down and since her secret fantasy was to be a ”Rockette“ she was all caught up in the dancing. There was also a movie and I have no memory, at all, of what it was or was about. In an effort to put myself in Elle’s good graces I suggested that we walk over to Rockefeller Center to watch the ice skaters. That was another fantasy she held, to be a figure skater. It didn’t take long for that ”dreamy look“ to come into her eyes as she watched. It had been five years since she’d last skated so when I asked if she wanted to give it a try she slowly shook her head ”no“. I remembered when she’d skated there when we were still in school and how much fun she'd had so was disappointed. I asked why and she whispered that because she was wearing a skirt she was afraid that if she fell people would see her ”package“. I pointed out that there were other women in skirts out on the ice but she just shook her head. She said that if she had a pair of slacks she would.

We watched for a while and then I took her to the automat to get something to eat. I’d told her about it after my last trip to the city and she thought it was something she wanted to see. The food was nothing special but putting coins into the slot and then opening the door to take the food out was something different.

By then I was looking forward to getting back to Willy’s apartment and some time, alone, with Elle. However, I could see Elle’s mood change as we approached the building. Once in the apartment she started in about how we’d said we’d stay at her brother’s place. I didn’t want to argue so kept my mouth shut. At that point I knew there wasn’t going to be much ”snuggling“ that night. However, the next morning it was all OK... Elle was smiling and anxious to go exploring the city.

To be continued...

2011-09-09T14:36:00.002-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78h)

It didn’t take long for Eric (the former racer) to step in and fill Lance’s roll as the ”go to“ guy for airmen at the base who either wanted to buy or sell a car. The difference was that Eric had the money to fix up the cars that he bought and I was no longer needed. Not that I made all that much money but it did serve to provide me with ”pocket change“. Eric had been after me to get started on the race car but with no garage to get in out of the weather I didn’t have a lot of enthusiasm for it in January. The first thing that needed to be done was to reweld the roll cage and bumpers. On this one night Elle was being especially amourous and after putting the kids to bed she came into the living room in just her bra and panties. She would tease me that way but made me wait until she was sure the kids were asleep before she’d let me ”play“. You can imagine the shock when there was a knock on the door. She jumped up and ran down the hall while I answered the door. It was Eric. I knew better than to ask him in even though Elle was down in the bedroom. I stood on the top step as he told me he had found a place where he could use the welder. I didn’t have a coat and hadn’t intended to stay out for long but Eric had something in his car he wanted to show me. I’m guessing but it was probably a good half hour that we sat in his car talking about the upcoming season. He had the motor running and the heat on so I wasn’t cold. When I walked back inside I found Elle asleep on the couch. It was one of those positions that begged for a picture. All I had to do was get the camera without waking her up... and I did. I actually got two and she never knew it. One thing I’d learned was that when Elle was in a good mood it was best to take advantage of it before she fell asleep. Unfortunately for me on that night I missed out on the ”pay off“.

By the time President’s Day weekend came up we were both excited about the trip to the city. Elle’s brother had finished his time in the Army and had gotten a job in the city along with a small apartment. He invited us to stay there while he went home to visit his parents but had agreed to meet us at the train station and to take us to it. There were only two trains into the city with the early one leaving shortly after 6:30am. President’s Day was on a Friday and we had taken the kids to Elle’s parents the night before. Our plan was to return on the early train out of the city on Sunday leaving around 9:45am. That meant we had three nights to ourselves and I had plans for all of them. Because of Elle’s ”problem“ we packed extra panties and pads or ”supplies“ but I took the extra step of packing some of the nylon satin panties and a couple of fancy panties. I would’ve loved to have had Elle wear some of them for the trip in but knew it would be well over three hours for the trip so settled on a ”package“.(x)

It was a very wise choice. Elle’s brother was there at the station waiting for us but since none of us had any real food he insisted that he treat us for breakfast. Even though it was a national holiday and a lot of workers were off, every place we went was crowded. The little shop we ended up eating at was not an option for Elle to change her ”package“ so by the time we reached her brother’s apartment it had reached capacity.

When we had last seen her brother all he could do was to brag about what a great place he’d found to live. We had to walk quite a distance from the closest subway and the further we walked the more concerned Elle and I became. It was clearly a part of the city that had seen better days. When we reached our destination I wasn’t sure I wanted to enter. There were run down stores on both sides of the street and garbage laying in the gutters. Her brother led us to a doorway between two stores and we climbed a pair of rickety stairs to the second floor. It appeared that there were two more levels to the building as we waited for him to open the door. Walking in I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was incredibly dark to begin with. All the walls were dark wood and there were only two windows that we could see. What would have been a living room had but two straight backed chairs and a wooden crate with a small lamp on it. I was shaking my head as we were led into the back part. The kitchen had a refrigerator like the one I remember being in my grandparents house when I lived with them during WWII. The stove was on legs and the sink was stained almost orange. By the time we got to the bedroom I was ready to leave. There was one window and all I could see out of it was a fire escape. The first thing I saw that was somewhat normal was the bed. It was a double bed and was made up. There was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling and other than his Army chest the room was bare. As he was Elle’s brother I kept my mouth shut.(xx)

It was a very wise choice. Elle’s brother was there at the station waiting for us but since none of us had any real food he insisted that he treat us for breakfast. Even though it was a national holiday and a lot of workers were off, every place we went was crowded. The little shop we ended up eating at was not an option for Elle to change her ”package“ so by the time we reached her brother’s apartment it had reached capacity.

To be continued...

2011-09-07T09:59:00.001-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78g)

I can truthfully say that I was shocked by what Corrine had told me. At no time did I ever see Rena as anything but a bright, ambitious girl with a bubbly personality. No where did the darkness of her life show through, at least in my presence. I asked Corrine if she or anybody else in the department had done anything to help her out. Corrine gave me a blank stare as much as to say ”No. Was I expected to?“ I knew I wanted to do something but I had no idea what or how. The news left me very upset, almost depressed. To me it seemed like nothing ever went right for her.

As I said at the beginning of my previous post, I wish I hadn’t written the information about Rena... but I did. I could write at least one whole post on what happened but I won’t. Suffice it to say that I did get involved. The results were something I have mixed feelings about almost 50 years later. It got very complicated and was a case of seeing good intentions go wrong.

Even though getting the new tape drive up and running at work meant more work for all of us we were excited about it. Other than a daily visit from Leo things were going well. At home I was living a blissful life as Elle’s desire to become pregnant was paying big dividends for me. When we received notice that Ruthie (of Jimbo and Ruthie) had a son right after the first of the year it even got better. Just about every wish (fantasy) of mine was being fulfilled. It was like “no” had been removed from her vocabulary. I was really looking forward to President’s day weekend where we would be going to the city taking advantage of the tickets to Radio City Music Hall my mother had given Elle for Christmas. It would be a few days for just the two of us.

It took a few weeks for me to catch up with Dick at the park office and his “news”. He had gone on vacation and as I really didn’t see eye to eye with his brother, Ben, decided to wait. I hadn’t put up a patio room for them since before Christmas and knew I still owed about $400 on my room. I was hoping he was going to offer me another way to help pay it off.

I knew the park was filled up as all the new pads that I helped them build were taken and I knew that adding the patio room business was to help keep the cash flowing. But when I was told that he, his brother and father were going to build a brand new park up on the by-pass I was surprised. Their idea was to limit it to “golden agers” (50 and older) and to move those in that age group to the new park. Dick showed me a rendering of the site and compared to the existing park it looked like “paradise”. One of the biggest things was that they were going to do was keep trees rather than bulldoze them down as had been done in the existing park. It all looked very nice and I felt somewhat honored to be told of the plan before it was announced to the public.

That wasn’t the only news. The plan was to revamp the existing park as well. They were going to take on a new line of trailers (yes, trailers). Starting in the mid 50’s travel trailers had started to become popular. They had missed the trend and the chance to get the franchise for the Airstream trailer, the “Cadillac” for the genre. However, they had just gotten a franchise to sell the Avion trailer, a “knock off” of the Airstream. To that end they were going to expand the “transient” (their name) area of the park and make it a featured part rather than an afterthought as it stood in it’s present state. The goal was to have that done by mid Spring. It was an ambitious project and Dick asked if I’d be interested in working on it. As I still owed him money and was no longer working it off by building patio rooms I said “yes”.

While I was with Dick I took the time to ask what he knew about the “mystery woman” who was now living right across from me. He laughed when I called her that. As you know, rumors, or the “skinny” are often wrong. The only part of what Elle had been told that was right was that the woman was the daughter of the owners of the trailer. She was not an “engineer” and was not part of the new electronics company. She worked for a brand new company with a brand new concept and was the assistant to the manager. The company was actually a local precursor to big box stores like WalMart. The company was going to offer just about anything and everything and at discount prices. They had built a 30,000 square foot building out on the by-pass and the target for opening was April 1st to take advantage of the Easter selling market. After giving me the “real scoop” he commented on the fact that she was a “looker” and gave me a wink. I decided that I would have to make an effort to, "by chance" run into her. I'd already been scoping out her wash line but with no results.

With the departure of Elle’s friend Alice and her daughter Julie, our oldest daughter, Jean, didn’t have a best friend to play with. Elle and I had been happy that Julie had come along when she did as she replaced Dina, Jim’s daughter, who we were concerned about. She appeared to be “slow“ and used questionable judgment. Another thing was that she tended to be ”bossy“ and Jean was very reticent. But, with so few female children in the park around Jean’s age there wasn’t much choice. I’d continued to be friends with Jim but Elle had not spent much time with Dora, his wife. We decided that Dina was better than not having any friends at all so Elle set out to re-connect with Dora. However, I still had some concerns.

To be continued...

2011-09-03T17:17:00.000-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78f)
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An apology... With an earthquake and a hurricane all in one week things got a little hectic around here. To write this I use a number of “memory joggers” which consist primarily of family pictures, my wife’s scrapbook, a very poor diary (in the sense that it sometimes has large gaps in it) and most of the time, a good memory. Don’t ask me what happened last week! I often write a base outline and then, as rememberances occur, fill it in. I had written my latest one up into March of 1963. It was made up of slips of paper with a paper clip to attach them to the outline. Somehow I managed to misplace some of my “fill ins” and, in an effort to get some posts up, left out some important material. I’m going to write what‘s missing in a special post as some of it is necessary for future posts. I really wish I hadn’t posted the last two paragraphs of my last post. Although Rena is an important part of my story I didn’t really need to put all that in. I’m not exactly sure how to move on from there but I’ll think about it over the weekend.
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My grandfather was always generous to people who did work for him during the course of the year. That included the nurses who looked after my grandmother in the hospital. He had a way of eliciting information about their families as well as their needs and tried to get something that was wanted or needed. Although in many cases he gave cash but he always enjoyed seeing the response when it was something of a material nature. The mother of the nurse who had caught my eye because of the tight uniform she wore (Cammy) would sometimes sit in for her when she wanted time off. My grandfather found out that Cammy wanted a stereo radio, something brand new on the market at the time. He tried to get one from the local appliance store but they hadn’t started stocking them. Right before Christmas he saw an add in one of the city newspapers and ordered it for Cammy. Unfortunately, it didn’t arrive in time. It came right after and he received a notice that it was at the post office and had to be picked up. Not able to drive any longer he asked that I pick it up for him and then to to drive him to Cammy’s house to deliver it. The timing of his request wasn’t good but I knew I had to. Plus, I’d wanted to actually see just where she lived so managed to squeeze in the time for the delivery.

I knew pretty much the area that she lived in but driving up to the house I saw something that caught my attention. The house was on a corner lot and there was a clothes line that ran parallel to the side street. There were no clothes on the line but, now knowing this information, I vowed to ride past it from time to time, hoping to get a ”reward“ for my effort.

My grandfather stayed in the car while I went up to the house to get Cammy. She was surprised and, without putting on a coat, ran out to the car. She wasn’t wearing anything memorable but I vividly remember her reaction to the radio. She reached in and gave my grandfather a hug and I guess because I was standing there, I got one too. I’ve mentioned that she had a nice full ”bottom“... well, her top wasn’t bad either. I was almost ready to check my chest for indentations. In my fixation on her rear and her panties I’d pretty much ignored the top half. My mistake!

As I looked out of my front window I had a side view of the first of the longer trailers (Oops... mobile homes) that were placed in the park. When the park was originally laid out the longest units were forty feet long. To accommodate the unit mentioned above the ”boys“ had to use two pads and had give up the pad directly behind it. At the time I remember thinking that I had the absolute best view of a clothes line possible. The only place to put it was right out along side the fence right out by the road. There was no way to hide it like the majority of the others were. The only negative was that it was one of the four arm, fold up type where a lot of clothes are hidden in the middle. However, it turned out the residents, a middle aged couple, never lived there permanently using it only on weekends. Seldom was there anything on the clothesline but towels and bathing suits. That had been disappointing.

I had mentioned that at the impromptu Christmas party at the park meeting hall I had noticed an unfamiliar female face. I had noticed her because not only was she good looking but also because the clothes she had worn were pretty revealing (at least from the panty perspective). The people she was with were not part of the group that I knew so I really didn’t know much, if anything, about her. Right after that I had noticed the outside light was on and had figured that the owners were spending the weekend there. However, the next day, when on my way to work, I saw a strange car parked out in front. I didn’t dwell on it and it wasn’t until a few days later that Elle saw lights on inside the unit. Milly, our neighbor, usually had the latest information but in this case knew nothing.

It wasn’t until after Christmas that we got the ”skinny“. The woman was the daughter of the owners of the unit. An electronics company had established an assembly plant out on the ”by-pass“ located to the North of town during the Fall and she was some sort of engineer assigned to the operation. No one Elle had talked to had actually seen or talked to her so she was the ”mystery“ woman as we approached the new year. All I could do was hope that my casual, but positive, observation of her at the party held up and that she would fill up that clothes line for me.

Driving into the trailer park on New Year’s eve I noticed a brand new sign. It was almost twice as big as what had been there before. What had my attention was that there was a name change. No longer did it read “TRAILER PARK”. It now stated, in big bold letters, “MOBILE HOME PARK“. If there was one thing I’d learned about the ”boys“ (Dick and Ben) was that they didn’t spend any more money than they needed to. I saw a light on in the office so stopped to ask about the change. Dick was just about to leave but he explained that the industry was changing. The park owners association that they belonged to had requested that the members now use the words Mobile Home in place of trailer. He went on to say that the association now used ”trailer“ to describe one that could be towed by a car or pick up truck. He pointed to the ”transient“ area just in back of the office that held a few of the smaller, towable units. He also told me to come see him sometime as there was more news and that I might be interested in. I do remember wondering what was up.
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Now I'll go back to the story... sorry about the interruption.
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To be continued....

2011-08-31T17:17:00.001-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78e)

All in all she (we) made out OK without making a mess. We woke up to a Winter wonderland with everything sparkling with the early morning sun shining on the ice. By mid afternoon the ice had melted and phone service had been restored. We called Millie and Alvin to find that power there had been restored even though it hadn’t at my parents. (We lived at the end of a private road and were always the last to get service.) We headed back and were shocked to see all the fallen limbs from trees that lined the road. At home I found a note from Jay saying he was over at the office and to call him when I got back.

Andre had fallen on the ice and broken his wrist. Jay was in with Jo and trying to get caught up and wanted to know if I could come in and help out. I knew Elle wouldn’t be happy but for some reason I felt compelled to go. Being a Saturday there was no one there but the three of us. It was a little stressful at first as we decided on priorities. After that we pretty much worked on our own projects until we decided to break for lunch. Jo, as she’d done before, had brought in sandwiches. The only soda machine in the building was in the cafeteria which was locked. Jay said he’d run down to the delicatessen at the five corners. As I’ve said before, I enjoyed working with Jo, primarily because of her up beat personality. That day was no different as she jumped up on a table and sat there, yoga style, asking about my kids. Jay had left one of the machines running and it was a bit annoying while trying to talk. I walked over to it and turned it off. As I walked back I saw a beautiful sight... a fantastic DP (down pants). I don’t remember the exact color of the slacks she was wearing, only that they were dark, thus making the white of her panties jump right out. As I saw it the first thought I had was what could I do to extend my “peek”. I couldn’t come up with a reason to stay behind Jo so, reluctantly, returned ot where I’d been sitting. It had been quite a while since I’d had even a glimpse of her panties and it ceratinly “stimulated” me.

We actually ended up doing more than we’d planned which only reinforced the fact that we were a good team. Even though I had to put up with some “grief” from Elle from time to time, I really liked my work. Even with Andre’s injury, we were able to keep up and to even get the new tape drive operational. It was just before the monthly County Supervisors meeting that the Controller walked in with Leo, the Deputy Controller and Irwin, the Chief Auditor trailing behind. He went right to Jay and asked for a tour with focus on the new piece of equipment. He was to give a report to the Supervisors on the status of the DP department. I was not in position to hear much of the conversation and as I now know, having part of the story is sometimes worse than not having any of it. (4)

What I had overheard was Leo talking to the Controller and telling him that since we (the DP department) had been physically removed from the Audit and Control area it had become a “rogue” department. In my mind, any words from Leo’s mouth were venomous and thought he was making a try at getting Jay fired. As soon a the Controller left I let Jay know what I’d heard. That started a domino effect leading to Jay contacting the Controller directly. Long story short... Jay was told that he was in no danger and that he, the Controller, was very pleased with the job we were doing. BUT... it got back to Leo who had another “hissy fit” and came down to face off with Jay. I got involved and started yelling at Leo which was not a very bright thing to do. Jay, although not officially a department head, carried that status. I was merely an employee and Leo let me know it. I went home that night very remorseful. The end result was that we were paid a “Leo visit” each and every day after that. That was my fault and was not fun!

With Rena out of the picture the Purchasing Director’s secretary, Corrine, (The busty blond) became the liaison between the two departments. The first thing anyone ever noticed about Corrine was her chest, even me. Although she wore tight skirts they were mostly dark and not good for showing VPLs. After a quick look “up top” I would immediately check her “bottom”. On this one day she came in to get the daily report for purchasing only to find Jay tied up on the phone. I’d continued to feel somewhat guilty for not getting in touch with Rena and knowing that Corrine had been in contact with her asked for an update. What I really wanted was to find out a little about her living conditions and family. Corrine was reluctant to discuss the subject until I told about the trip we made to see her and the result. I guess that was enough for her to open up.

I already knew about her grandfather and the glass business he was in. Rena’s father and mother had married right after high school and she came along a year later. When WWII started her father ended up in the Army, was wounded and captured by the German’s and spent almost a year in a Stalag. When he arrived home he was given a hero's welcome and then he went back to work for his father. What no one knew or realized he was traumatized by his experience and was very unstable, mentally. After a while Rena’s mother left. Rena wasn’t yet a teen. Her grandparents took her in but she felt she had the responsibility of looking after her father. Somewhere in her teen years he was placed in a mental institution and shortly thereafter her grandmother died. Her grandfather was physically crippled by then, not able to run the business, and sold the homestead for money to live on.

When Rena’s father came back from the war his father wanted to build him a house right behind the business and they dug a hole and put in the foundation. When it became obvious that her father wasn’t “right” construction stopped. Eventually, it was covered and and Rena and her parents moved in. That was where she grew up until she moved in with her grandparents. When the homestead was sold there was no place to go but back to “the hole in the ground” where she and her grandfather lived.

To be continued...

2011-08-28T16:26:00.001-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78d)

Alice had never given Elle a firm date for her to leave but one morning as I was leaving for work I found a small cardboard box on the top step. Elle’s name was written in crayon across the top. I took it inside and headed off. That night, after eating, Elle asked if I’d like a fashion show. Just about every time Elle put on a fashion show it meant I’d get to see her in her panties so I was all for it. She retrieved the box and dropped the slacks she was wearing to the floor. She could’ve stopped right there. But, she reached into the box and pulled out a short, pleated skirt. As she pulled it up I could see some very vivid colors (blue, red, green and yellow) under the pleats. It was obviously a tennis skirt... and short. I told her I approved. Then she pulled a pair of panties out of the box and she held them up for me to see. There was lace around the leg openings and ruffles across the seat. When she pulled them on it was really a sight to see. As she paraded across the floor I could see the leg opening lace of the panties. It actually made me think there might be something to playing tennis.

There were two other tennis outfits in the box. They had been Alice’s from before she’d been pregnant, She’d hoped to get back to her pre-pregnancy weight and size but it hadn’t happened. As she packed her things she thought of Elle. I was glad she did.

When it was Lucy’s turn for training she brought in a change of clothes so she could just drive from work right to the training site. I’d been impressed that one day she’d come in to help out and was dressed in a pair of slacks and a sweater. I’d also noticed that I saw a rather strange VPL. When she stepped out of the storage room after changing I was looking for a a similar line around mid buttocks. I remember that her slacks were a light camel color, light enough for me to see any “indentations”. What I had to do was hope that she’d do something requiring her to bend over. She hung around, chatting, for maybe five minutes. As she grabbed her coat her pocketbook fell off the table, spilling some of the contents. She squatted down to pick the stuff up and I was sure that I wasn’t going to get my wish. But, just as she stuffed the items into the bag she noticed something else that had skittered under a chair. For this she just bent over to get it. Bingo! There it was again. I also got a small crotch line VPL which was what I’d initially looked for the first time I saw her in slacks. I didn’t really like it but it was the same as the first time.

At work I often thought about Reba. As I mentioned earlier she had almost become a fixture in the DP area. I’d been to where she lived that one time and wondered how anybody could live in a basement and without windows. In Rena’s case I wondered how she got down the steps and into it what with her injuries. I knew her home circumstances weren’t all that good and also wondered how she would be cared for. I convinced Jay and Jo to go over with me one day at lunch. I went down the steps first and knocked on the door a couple of times. I was almost ready to go back up to where Jay and Jo were waiting when I heard the door open. The first thing I saw was that her eyes were no longer blackened which certainly made her look better that the last time I’d seen her. I was greeted with a big smile but it was quickly erased. I could see her eyes looking up the steps. She then turned them back to me and asked if I could come back at another time. I said I could but as I went back up to where the others were waiting I wondered why her mood had changed so quickly. I told them she wasn’t prepared to have visitors and said that we probably should’ve called first. I made a note to myself to call her in a few days.

Judy and her baby left on the first of February. I remember the date because we had a real beaut of a storm that day. We lost electricity and couldn’t process the month end reports. By the time I got home the trailer had cooled off to the point that Elle had the kids in their snow suits and she was wearing her heavy coat. It was one of those combo storms... snow, sleet and freezing rain. I hadn’t had a problem driving and suggested that we might be better off going to my parents house as they had a generator for lights and the big fireplace for heat. We packed up the stuff for the kids and headed out. It was a little slick but I took my time. We really surprised my parents as the phone lines were down as well and they had no idea we were coming. For some reason we were surprised that Elle’s parents were there. It turned out to be a fun night until it was time to go to bed. Elle had packed all the kids things but didn’t pack her “supplies”. I guess it was my fixation with panties that made me think that, possibly, Elle still had some of her “ratty” panties over at her house. The last time I was there I’d looked into her room and it was still the same as when she last lived there.

I got Elle aside and asked her. She said she wasn’t sure if her mother had thrown them out but she thought there just might be the pair of plastic “bloomers” I’d bought her that she wouldn’t wear. I told her I’d go over and check. When I stepped outside everything was coated with ice. I don’t know how many times I fell but it was worth it as there was a whole pile of the Spanky pants that she’d worn with her period in the top drawer. I had to go through all her drawers to find the plastic panties. She’d stuffed them in with a bunch of old sweaters. Typical Elle.

To be continued...

2011-08-26T16:00:00.001-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78c)

Saturday, I helped my neighbor finish erecting his new patio room. He had never been one for chatting but this day was a bit different. In fact he was quite "chatty". He told me that he'd hoped to have had the room finished by Christmas as he'd bought Millie a dryer for Christmas. I was surprised as my observation of Alvin was that he was a "cheapskate". My first thought on that was it would mean the end of being able to view Janelle's panties on their wash line.

He also voiced a fear that the company he was working for was going to transfer him and a number of fellow long term employees to their Texas facility. He said the reason for it was to discourage employees from staying with the company hoping that they would refuse and resign. That way they wouldn't have to fund their retirements. Elle had told me that Millie, his wife, had mentioned this possibility a time or two but had dismissed it as she viewed her as a bit of a "worry wart". As I worked with him I wondered what he would actually do if he really was told to report to Texas.

That night Elle got a call from Alice, her tennis playing friend from up the street. I heard Elle ”gasp" and then saw her take one of the dining room chairs to sit in by the phone. I couldn’t see her face and wondered what was up. I knew it was serious as Elle was not a “talker” and yet she sat there for quite a while. When she finally hung the phone up she said that Alice (and her daughter) were leaving and going back to Texas. They had ended up in this location because her husband had been (supposedly) transferred. However, he’d ended up spending almost half his time back in Texas. Alice had just found out that when he was back in Texas he had a “playmate” to keep him company. There was a lot more but I didn’t pay much attention to it at the time and certainly don’t remember it now. In any case, Elle was saddened by the news for not only herself but also for our older daughter.

I went to Rena’s hospital on Sunday room filled with trepidation. Even though I’d been told it wasn’t all that bad it was hard to tell by looking at her. Both her eyes were blackened and she had a bandage from the top of her head to down under her left ear. Her left arm had a cast on it all the way down to her fingers and there was some sort of contraption holding it up. There was a blanket covering her lower extremities so I couldn’t see anything in that area. I remember her trying to smile when she saw me peeking into the room. Even though her jaw was OK, it was hard for her to talk as it, too, had been bruised. I was really uncomfortable so only stayed for a short time using my having to get back to my grandfather as an excuse. I was really saddened by her plight.

There was some good news at work the following week. The new tape drive was delivered. It was really a case of “good news/bad news”. Jay had been hoping and praying that it would’ve gotten there in December so that we could’ve started the new year using it without having to do a lot of re-entry work. The bad news was that we had to send people to be trained on how to use it. There was a choice of going into the city for basically two days of training or going to the manufacturer's corporate headquarters (about 45 minutes away) for four nights of training. Doing it that way would mean the county would have to pay overtime, something that Leo, the deputy Controller was dead set against. The January schedule was already crowded because all the year end reports had to be run as well as the normal work. Normally, it would’ve been Linda and Lucy, the keypunch operators, to go but, as I’ve mentioned, Linda was a nine to fiver and not a moment more. Jo, still classified as a keypunch operator, was the next choice. Jay, naturally would have to go and it was finally decided that he and Jo would go to the city, together, for their training. When that was announced there were some discrete smiles around the room, especially Andre and I. Lucy had agreed to do night training even if she didn’t get the overtime she would be due. All that had to be done was to find out when.

It was about mid month when they received word that there were openings for them. Jay was absolutely salivating about how much more productive we would be once the new machine was up and running. In thinking about it while writing this I’d say he was a “cheerleader”, getting us all amped up. Maybe I was too much of a realist in that I was looking ahead and knowing everything that we were currently producing would have to be re-entered. I knew it would be a while before the benefits would trickle down to us.

It was about the same time that I found out that Lance (and Judy) would be leaving. I seldom drove down the road our old trailer was located on but on this day I’d decided to come home for lunch. The ”boys” were moving a trailer on the back road so I had no choice. As I drove by I saw a FOR SALE sign in the front window. I stopped and found he was being sent to Greenland for his next tour and Judy wouldn’t be able to join him. They were actually packing up their belongings when I knocked on the door. Judy was taking the baby and headed home to her parents. Lance told me that the “boys” said they would buy their trailer if it wasn’t sold by the time Lance shipped out. I wondered how much of a “haircut” Lance would have to take if that’s what played out. On top of Alice’s plan to leave this was another “downer” for Elle.

To be continued...

2011-08-23T21:29:00.001-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part 78b)

We were in bed ten minutes after the kids were. If there was one thing that annoyed me in our love making it was the interruption for Elle to put her diaphragm in. We were both so “wound up” that she didn’t do it and it wasn’t until a bit later that I realized it. We had both fallen asleep right after and it was Elle that woke up first. She hadn’t wet the bed so it meant we hadn’t been asleep all that long. Normally she’d get washed up and put a “package” on to sleep in but all she did was to put on a pair of heavy cotton panties. When she climbed back in bed she wanted to talk. That was definitely not a normal thing for Elle after sex.

After Lance and Judy had visited on Christmas with their baby, Elle had started thinking about adding to our family but hadn’t said anything. Then, a few days later, she got a call from Carol (of Buddy and Carol) telling her that she’d just had her baby, a son. It wasn’t like she brought the subject up “out of the blue” on me but I’d kind of sloughed her off in the past. Financially we were holding our own but I really wanted to have some money in the bank before an “addition”. Elle’s point was that our “baby” was now over two years old and there would be a three year gap in age if she got pregnant right now. She really didn’t want to have too much of an age difference if we were going to have another child. When I finally agreed with her, and even with all this time to reflect back to that period of time, I don’t think I put a lot of thought into it. What I remember thinking, though, was that our love making would be a lot better without the dreaded “interruption” and that was going to be a good thing.

We spent New Year’s afternoon with Elle’s parents and had a big dinner with them. They wanted us to leave the kids for the night since they hadn’t seen much of them since the Summer. We agreed even though we hadn’t brought their sleep things with us. I knew it was going to be another good night at home as soon as we got in the car. Elle, as usual, used the bathroom right before we left the house. When I got into the car Elle had her skirt up around her waist. With an “invitation” like that I couldn’t pass up a good “feel“ and was very happy to find very wet and warm panties. Needless to say we pretty much reprised the previous evening when we got home (and without the ”interruption“). Then, without the kids in the morning, we enjoyed a a little ”morning delight“ which led to me being to work a little late.

Upon arriving I was greeted with the news that Rena had been seriously injured in an auto accident. No one had any ”real“ information but we were all pretty subdued as we went about out work. Just before 5pm her boss, the Director of Purchasing, came in to tell us that she had arm, shoulder and hip injuries but was not in any real danger but that it would be a long recovery for her. He promised to keep us posted on her progress. I remember us all feeling really sad at the news as we’d accepted her into our work area even though she wasn’t an actual employee of our department.

At home, Elle was waiting for me with what she thought would be a surprise. However, it didn’t ”move“ me. Even though I’d known people who had been hurt in auto accidents none were as close as Rena was. I didn’t go into detail with Elle and just left it that someone I worked with had been seriously hurt. By the time we went to bed, though, I was a bit more responsive to her advances and was somewhat able to please her.

It was Friday before we were able to get the details on what had happened. She had worked the New Years eve party at the restaurant where she worked on weekends. She was leaving the parking lot on her way home and was waiting to pull out onto the road. A woman (who was later determined to be drunk) sideswiped a car going in the opposite direction and careened off it and right into the drivers side door of Rena’s car. Jay and I had tracked down where her wrecked car had been towed and we were both shocked to see the damage. The door had been pushed all the way in so that the window ledge was against the steering wheel. Even though seat belts were now being installed in new cars hers was an older model so she wasn’t wearing one. Jay made the comment that if she had she might’ve been killed. Without the belts she was actually thrown over towards the passenger side of the car upon impact thus avoiding being crushed.

Her injuries were all on her left side. Initially they thought her shoulder was broken but it was just severely dislocated. Her left arm and wrist were broken and she had some broken ribs. Her hip had a deep bruise but there were no broken bones. Her left ankle was also severely bruised. Her head had hit the door window which left her with a concussion and facial bruising from the blow. It appeared that it wasn’t as bad as the first reports had indicated. Her boss, when giving us the report of her condition, said that she would be able to have visitors that night and would be going home on Monday. My first thought was that I could see her when I took my grandfather to the hospital to see my grandmother on Sunday. However, even though I knew it was something I should do I wasn’t looking forward to seeing the ”damaged“ Rena.

To be continued...

2011-08-17T23:39:00.001-04:00

THE NEW YEAR... changes ahead (Part78a)

Man, was I in for a surprise when Lucy showed up on Saturday. As I mentioned she liked to dress ”fashionably“ and we’d had a hard time getting her to ”dress down“ a bit from when she started with us. However, she always looked like she was either going out on a date or to an interview. Not this day. She was wearing a pair of pale blue slacks and a white cardigan sweater. The sweater was enough to get my attention because, opposed to the loose silky blouses she usually wore that were far from ”form fitting“, this sweater surely was. But for me, the ”piece de resistance“ were the slacks. As a keypuncher one of the things she had to do was to empty the ”chip“ drawer before starting. It entailed bending over the machine to reach it and then pull the drawer out. I immediately envisioned not only a VPL but also a good chance for a DP (down pants) as the sweater barely covered the waistband of her slacks. I made sure I was positioned for the best view. It took a few minutes and I’m sure I looked somewhat out of place as I moved about. Well... I got the VPL (not much of a crotch line though) but saw nothing but flesh on the DP. I truly was puzzled. As she walked over to the ”chip“ bin I noted that the slacks were really form fitting and after a careful study saw a bit of a different panty line. It wasn’t the crotch line but the fact that half way down her hip there was a slight, but noticeable, indentation. I didn’t understand it.

Jo, who showed up about a half hour later, had the ”scoop” on what had taken place the day before. Jay, incensed by Leo not approving our overtime request, had tracked down the Controller even though he was on vacation and gotten him to intervene. This was in spite of Leo’s prior threat to Jay to “never go over my head”. Jo said Jay was positive there was going to be fallout for his action but it had to be done. The new year was certainly going to be interesting.

Lucy left when she was finished keypunching and I had one last look at her strange panty line. I could see the outline of the leg elastics and the indentation about half way to her natural waist. I truly was puzzled. Even though Jo was only supposed to stay until the all the cards had been verified but she liked running the peripheral machines so she stayed to help me. As I’ve said in prior posts, I enjoyed being with Jo because of her positive out look and bubbly personality. She finally left around mid afternoon and my goal before leaving was to have everything ready for the computer on Monday.

My next door neighbor had coerced me into giving him a hand putting up his patio awning and room so that took up all Sunday afternoon. I was somewhat upset because I got no credit from the “boys” for either showing him my room or from putting it up. Elle, more or less, pushed for me to do it as Millie, Alvin’s wife, had looked after our kids, for free, whenever Elle got called in to teach. Truthfully, I was peeved. The only redeeming thing about my efforts came when we went into his trailer to get warm. Janelle, his good looking teenage daughter, was working on a school project. She had things spread all over the living room floor and was on her hands and knees. The DP was fantastic showing two pair of panties... a special treat.

Jay, Jo and Andre had a productive day working on Sunday. The only thing was that they, like me, had prepared all their work for the computer. Payroll took precedence so Jo ended up helping me much as she’d done the week before. Because she and Jay were going out that night (New Years Eve) she had brought clothes to change into to work and hung them in the storage room. The goal for everybody was to be out of the office early and since I lived the closest and wasn’t doing anything that night I told her she could leave anytime she wanted. I remember seeing her duck into the storage room and, with Jay nowhere in sight, decided to try and take an “innocent” peek. All I really got to see was her in her slip but she caught me. Typical Jo, she just laughed and wagged her finger at me with a big smile covering her face.

Elle and I had turned down an invitation to go to Andy and Lil’s. Even though we liked them, we knew that the party would get wild. With Elle being pretty much a non drinker she just didn’t want to be involved. We had promised to visit Elle’s parents on New Years day so that was all that we had planned. When I walked in to door there was Elle in her filmy short robe, waiting for me. It was only 5:30pm or so and, as much as I liked the view, I wondered what was up. I remember her walking up to me and after a small kiss having her take my right hand and placing it between her legs. It was wet and warm. I could feel that she had on multiple panties but they both appeared to be nylon. If she wanted my full attention she surely had it. She let me play for a short time and then let me get my coat off. While I was doing that she pulled my dinner out of the oven. I asked about the kids and she said she’d fed them early and they were out in the new room playing with their Christmas toys. Elle never sat down and just sort of “hovered” over me. I asked what was going on and all she’d do was smile. I wolfed the food down and brought her over to my lap, wet panties and all. There was no way I was going to let whatever was happening escape me.

To be continued...

2011-08-10T16:09:00.002-04:00

HEADING FOR WINTER... December (Part 77f)

I was never really close with my mother. My brother got most of her attention. Although she’d pretty much accepted Elle and dearly loved our kids there was always an ”edge“ when we were together. When Elle opened the envelope she let out a squeal. Elle loved to dance (I hated to dance!) and loved movies with dancing in them. She’d been to Radio City Music Hall and seen the Rockettes and secretly wanted to be able to emulate them. My mother, showing her soft side and knowing that we’d forgone Christmas presents to each other, had arranged a weekend in the city for us that included a Rockettes show. Even though I was still partially asleep I was able to appreciate the gift from my mother. Of course, Elle was beside herself. Now wide awake she started planning for the trip which wasn’t to take place until February during the President’s day holiday. I went back to sleep.

Wednesday, at work, was quite strange. Everybody showed up but Andre was still not the cheerful fellow that we’d all come to know and like. Jo and I had put in our hours for the work we’d done on Sunday and almost immediately we received a call from Leo’s (the Deputy Controller) secretary telling us that it was not going to be approved. Leo, for a change, was in before noon and upon seeing our time sheets immediately disapproved them. True, we hadn’t gotten prior approval but it was Christmas and, supposedly, people were in a charitable mood. Not Leo!. In writing this and thinking back on what Leo looked like, he could’ve been a model for the Grinch. Tall, thin, long necked and with strange looking eyes he sure fit the role. Neither Jo nor I had come in for the money. It was the right thing to do to make sure that the payroll was completed on time. For both of us it just served to make us HATE (not dislike) the man more.

The reason for Andre’s less than cheerful mood became apparent when Rena came in the office to work with Jay on the Purchasing office program. They stayed about as far apart as they could. It turns out that they had ”split“. When I became aware of it I had to wonder if Rena was going to turn her attention back to me. I hoped not. With all that was going on within the office I had completely forgotten about getting Elle’s clothes back from Jo. We were on our way out when she handed me a paper bag and I really had to ask what it was. When she told me I got really excited. I couldn’t wait to get to my car to see exactly which panties Elle had loaned her. I was really pleased with what I found. They were a pair of the Gotham Gold stripe that I’d bought her quite a while back. As I drove home I hoped that she might start to wear them. They really were ”fancy panties“.

I had the checks for the Police payroll to the Treasurer’s office way ahead of time which allowed me to start to prepare for the year end reports. The following week was another short week what with New Year’s day falling on Tuesday. The same thing was done as with the Police payroll requiring all changes to be in on Friday. The big difference was that I was going to have to come in over the weekend because doing the full County payroll took over twice as long to run as the Police payroll. In fact, because it was year end Jay had pretty much determined that we would all (except Linda who NEVER worked overtime) have to spend either Saturday or Sunday in the office to make up for the lost day. He filled out the request sheet for the overtime and hand carried it down to the Controller’s office. Doing it that way he (we) felt there would be no problem. To optimize the computer and the peripheral equipment we all filled out sheets spelling out just how much time we needed for each piece of equipment. For once we seemed to be doing it with a clear plan and purpose.

It was Friday when Jay was called to the Controller’s office. Leo had not approved all of the time requested. As mad as Jay was when he returned I was surprised that he hadn’t taken a swing at Leo. (He swore he didn’t.) Basically he was told to cut the request in half. Jo, who ran the appropriations accounting immediately pulled up the budget for the department and found there was a nice surplus available to pay overtime. I, upon hearing that, remembered that the County payroll for this next period would be charged to the 2003 budget so it didn’t really matter. It took a lot for Jay to ”take a stand“ but this was enough for him.

Never one for a lot of words he went into his office (which he seldom, if ever, used.) and shut the door. Because it had half glass partitions we could all see him on the phone. He liked to ”talk with his hands“ and we could see him waving his free arm and pacing as far as the the phone cord would allow him. It was hard for us to get much real work done while watching him. I think it was around lunch time when he finally came out and disappeared down the hall. We were all ”holding our breaths“. When he returned all he said was we were back on his original schedule and nothing more.

The County payroll took precedence which meant I was ”on“ for Saturday. Lucy was going to be there to do keypunching and Jo would (legitimately) verify it. Once done she would leave and then join Jay and Andre on Sunday with Lucy staying to assist me. I’d really enjoyed working with Jo the previous weekend and was somewhat disappointed that she’d only be there for part of the day but I really didn’t have any say in the matter.

To be continued...

2011-08-08T23:07:00.001-04:00

HEADING FOR WINTER... December (Part 77e)

After Jo had closed the door to the bathroom I headed down the hall. I found Elle at her closet holding one of those blouse hangers that holds four or five at a time. I asked what she was doing as school was close for the holiday. She said she was getting a blouse for Jo. Then she headed for her panty drawer. Oh my heart! I didn’t dare say anything but the thought of Jo wearing a pair of Elle’s panties had me started on a mild bulge. I knew everything about that drawer so I watched carefully which area she was working from. I hoped that she would pick out a pair of her fancy panties for two reasons. The first was that they had very little staining as Elle seldom wore them for fear of “ruining” them. The second was that the picture of Jo that I had showed her wearing a pair with an applique on them and I wanted to be able to visualize her wearing the same kind.

I couldn’t be sure from where I was standing but I thought that was what she’d chosen. She walked past me and took them into the bathroom. As she walked back towards the front of the trailer I heard her talking with Jean, the older of our two kids. She wanted to know if “Zia Jo” was still there. Jo had taught us all that Zia was Italian for Aunt and I was proud that Jean had remembered. When Jo walked down the hall Jean “attacked” her. If it hadn’t been obvious the night before that Jo was popular it was certainly there that morning. Jean cried when we left for work.

It appeared that over a foot of snow had fallen. We were at work by 8:30am and Jo’s car was like an island of snow in the parking lot. The lot had been plowed but there were very few cars there. I’d anticipated that Jo’s car would need to be shoveled out so sent her on up to the office while I cleared the snow from around her car. When I walked into the office Jo told me that neither Lucy or Linda would be in. It was almost 9:30am before Jay arrived and we still hadn’t heard from Andre. Jay was finishing up the tracking program for the Purchasing Department but needed Rena and it appeared that she was not in either. Without having to share the computer with Jay I was able to get everything done that was needed for payroll. I was way ahead of schedule. Having Jo working with me on Sunday had made a BIG difference.

Andre finally showed up around lunch time. It was definitely not the happy go lucky guy we’d become familiar with. As I’ve mentioned a time or two, I’m not the type to ask personal questions so didn’t. All in all it was a very quiet day. It suited me as I still had a lot of things to do to get ready for Christmas. We called it a day around 3pm.

I’d predicted that the snow would make a mess and it sure did. A lot melted and made slush. As the sun went down it started to freeze. We’d planned on going to church on Christmas eve but under those circumstances decided against it. We’d invited Lance and Judy to come for dinner, sort of reprising their first Christmas together. It had been just a year since I’d picked her up at the airport, a scared young, pregnant girl, away from home for the very first time. I have to admit there was also an ulterior motive in that they were going to baby sit our kids while we were at church. My family had a Christmas tradition for when my brother and I were young in that Santa Clause not only brought presents but also the tree and decorated it as well. Elle and I bought into the decorating part of it but we would pick out the tree (real) and then set it up inside for Santa to decorate. On that night both Lance and Judy ended up being surrogate Santas and helped us get everything ready for Christmas morning. It was the most time I’d spent with Judy in that whole year. It was interesting to see just how much she’d matured. She always was cute but with a modern hair style and current clothes she was really attractive. I have to admit that I was hoping for a DP especially when we were putting the presents under the tree and got a mini “present” when I saw a wisp of white across her back.

Our "want/need" list had been compromised in that we found we needed to heat the new patio room. My father had an industrial sized, oil filled, baseboard heater that we’d hoped would be sufficient. It wasn’t. We ended up buying two cheap heaters which further depleted Elle’s teacher earnings that we'd set aside for Christmas presents. We’d decided to skip exchanging gifts with each other so the kids would have enough toys with the one big present being a swing set. I’d had a silly notion that I’d be able to put it together on Christmas eve but the amount of snow we had killed that idea. It was lying in it’s cardboard box along side the trailer covered in snow. We wanted the kids to know about it but didn’t exactly know how to explain why Santa couldn’t put it up.

Like the previous year, Christmas was pure chaos. We started with Santa’s presents for the kids at our place and then went to my grandfather’s house to meet up with my parents and brother for the traditional Christmas dinner. My mother, knowing that Elle and I weren’t exchanging gifts, gave us an envelope and told us not to open it until we got back home later that night. From my grandfather’s house it was on to Elle’s parents for more presents and another meal. By the time we left there we could hardly move we were so full. The kids fell asleep even before we headed for home.

Elle and I were operating on maybe four hours sleep and actually forgot about my mother’s envelope before “crashing“. It was somewhat funny but when the alarm went off to wake Elle for a bathroom visit she remembered. I was barely conscious of the fact that she’d gotten up but when she turned on the lights I was wide awake. She had the envelope and was opening it as I opened my eyes.

To be continued...

2011-08-06T16:59:00.000-04:00

HEADING FOR WINTER... December (Part 77d)

Because Christmas was on Tuesday, a very critical day for payroll, we’d put out a memo to the Police department that they had to have their time sheets and changes in by 5pm Friday. Jo said she was willing to come in for a few hours on Sunday and do key punching for me so that I could get a head start on Monday. We all wanted to get out early on Christmas eve and that would be the only way to make that happen. I figured I’d go in around noon and work until 6pm. The snow was still coming down hard when I left home.

Jo was in the parking lot when I got there. The lot had not been plowed and there was about 4 to 5 inches of snow on the ground. She had just come from church and was way over dressed but had brought a small bag with a change of clothes. I was really thankful that we (the DP department) had a proprietary HVAC system as the halls were cold but our room was nice and toasty. Even though Jo and Jay were definitely an “item”, she and I got along really well. During the workweeks her upbeat personality had us constantly poking fun at each other. It was the same on that day. She started off by telling me that if I promised I wouldn’t look she’d change right there in the office. I said “I promise” and she laughed. She took a pair of slacks out of her bag and proceeded to pull them up under her skirt but didn’t make any effort to button them. Then she undid her skirt and pulled it and her slip down and off. As I looked at her there was at least two inches of her panties showing at the waist as she made an effort to tuck her blouse in. It wasn’t much but I’m sure she knew I was engrossed by her actions. It was a good way to start off.

It was probably because it was the end of the year but there really weren’t a lot of changes to be keypunched. It took Jo about two hours to keypunch and verify them all. The same person wasn’t supposed to do the keypunching as well as verification but I was willing to take a chance on Jo’s accuracy just to get on with the processing. I thanked her and told her she could go but she declined saying she didn’t really have anything planned for the afternoon. One thing about me was that I never asked personal questions. If someone wanted to tell me some personal things I’d listen. I was curious about Jay and Jo but never once asked. I would’ve thought that they would have had something planned. But, when she offered to stay and help, I welcomed it as well as the company she afforded.

With the two of us working in concert we really got a lot done. Six PM had been my target and by then we were almost ready for the computer. We decided to finish that part up and leave the computer work for Monday. Neither of us had paid much, if any, attention to the weather. It was dark out and when we went to open the door to the outside found the door hard to move. I gave it a couple of shoves and when it opened enough for us to leave found about a foot of snow on the ground. There was very little traffic on the highway and I, immediately, suggested that Jo stay the night with Elle and I. On clear roads it was at least a 45 minute trip to her house and we had no way of knowing the condition of the roads. Typical Jo, she declined saying it would be an inconvenience for Elle. I insisted and, reluctantly, she got in my car.

I’m sure the main roads were not as bad as what we had to traverse to get to the trailer. Normally a ten minute trip, it took about a half hour and we ended up having to walk from the show lot out in front of the park to the trailer. I’d called Elle to say that I’d be later than 6pm but she was surprised (shocked) to see Jo. It took a little explaining and Jo was probably more upset than Elle was. Things worked out and Elle made up something for Jo to eat. One thing I vividly remember was that my kids took to Jo right away. Normally shy and clinging to Elle when strangers were there, they were all over her. It turned out that she had a whole bunch of nieces and nephews and was used to very young children. It made it a whole lot easier on the whole situation and actually made me VERY happy. Playing with the kids on the floor gave me a number of very nice DP’s.

The kids were so wound up we let them stay up later than usual. Once Elle exhausted all the common things she could talk about she headed for bed. Before she did she brought out sheets and blankets for the sofa bed as well as a pillow. A few minutes later she brought Jo a sleep shirt and told her that she left towels in the bathroom. I immediately got the thought of seeing her wearing the shirt it but that didn’t happen.

Once in bed I spent some time worrying about the weather before falling asleep. It was just getting light out when I heard the scraping of a plow on the street. That was a signal for me to get up and to move my car from out by the sales trailer. Jo was sound asleep as I walked past her to the door. I ended up having to shovel out a parking place for my car in front of the trailer as well as clearing out around Elle’s station wagon. By the time I returned to the trailer I was exhausted and wringing wet from perspiration. Elle was up and Jo was sitting on the edge of the sofa bed. My spirits jumped as soon as I saw her. The sleep shirt was 2/3 of the way up her upper thighs but she had her hands folded in her lap blocking what I wanted a peek of. Because I was still perspiring I suggested that Jo take her shower first... that, and I hoped to see the outline of her panties as she walked down the hall. I actually got more than I bargained for because she had her clothes laid out on the opposite side of the bed and when she got up she had to reach across to get them. Elle had walked down to our bedroom so I didn’t have to worry about her disapproving look. It only lasted for a too quick second but even though I didn’t see her panties I did get to see a nice VPL.

To be continued...

2011-07-28T23:06:00.001-04:00

HEADING FOR WINTER... December (Part 77c)

Andre didn’t make it in to work the next day but everybody else did. I remember blushing when Rena walked in. She acted just like it was any other day. I was confused in that she was the one who’d come on to me and yet I was the one who was embarrassed. I pretty much avoided her all morning. At lunch I figured I’d say “hi” when she returned but she didn’t. I didn’t dwell on it and probably because there was some “hangover” effect from the night before. The others left a bit early. Even though it was Winter and the traffic circle wasn’t as bad as in Summer I decided to wait a bit before heading home. There were still all the County Center employees trying to get around it at the same time.

The “back” door, as we called it, had no window and was located near to where we stored the supplies. I was just tidying up when I saw it open and Rena walk in with a pile of clothes in her arms. I remember taking a big, deep breath. She had this “look” in her eyes and a smirky smile. She didn’t say a word and just walked into the storage room. I pretty much knew what she was doing and I really resisted following her. After about a minute I heard her call me. I just knew that it wasn’t a good idea to answer... but I did. Almost at the same time she appeared in the doorway. She still had on her half slip and I could see her panties through it. I thought she was going to start getting her uniform on like in the past but she then bent over and pulled down the slip and, like a spotlight was on her, turned slowly and walked back into the storeage room. I guess the best way to describe my feeling was “intoxicating”. Panties could do that to me. My bulge was actually hurting me. I finally moved and went to the doorway. I know she said something but I didn’t hear it. I stood there as she, ever so slowly, started putting her uniform on. I’ll bet it took five minutes. I don’t remember saying a word. If someone had accused me of drooling, I probably was. When she started towards me I stepped back and let her pass. At the door she stopped once again and this time I heard her... “Merry Christmas”.

It was still ten days to Christmas and time for Elle and I to decide what we’d spend on the kids. We’d spent money we hadn’t planned on spending for the new room. I had to admit that it was looking good and had solved the problem of where to store the girls larger toys (doll carriage, tricycle and the like) as well as giving them room to play. Having taken the toys out of Ann’s room made a BIG difference and took away the excuse of keeping her in a crib. We were pretty much back to the “want/need” list and the “need" for a real bed was there. For toys, Elle’s mother came up with a great idea in that Elle's dollhouse was still stored in her attic. With the new room there was plenty of space for it. We ended up spending time looking at both the Sears and Montgomery Ward catalogs. One of the things that caught my eye in the Ward catalog was a fantastic price on a swing set for the yard. Being out of season for them they had a really good deal. However, I only had a credit card at Sears and would need cash. So, we agreed to give up giving each other much of anything to be able to do it. However, I didn't mention my "windfall". That was for the race car.

Millie, our neighbor loved the new room. The problem with that was her husband, Alvin, was anti anything Millie wanted. He was one of those control freaks, wanting to come up with all the ideas and make all the decisions. Like just about everybody in the trailer park they had a metal shed to store things. Soon after my room was up, but not yet finished, I heard a lot of noise from out behind their trailer. Concerned because it was something different, I went out to check. Millie had gone out to retrieve something and when she found it the stuff that had been piled on top of it came tumbling out of the shed. She was standing in a pile of boxes and what looked to me like just plain junk and crying. I helped pick it up and put it back. I went back inside and within minutes I could hear all kinds of yelling coming from next door. It didn’t last for long as I heard their car pull away.

The following night there was a knock on the door. It was Alvin. It was the first time he’d come over. We’d done some things together but he was definitely a ”loner“ and this was a surprise. The long and short of his visit was he wanted to see the room. By the time he left he hadn’t committed to anything, at least to me, but it was clear that he did have some interest. The next morning Millie was there to get the kids and the smile on her face was ear to ear. Alvin was going to get an awning and room. However, to save money he was going to do it himself. I just knew that was going to turn out to be a problem.

With Andre backing out as my weekend partner for putting awnings and rooms up I was able to convince both Lance and Eric (the Air Force guys) to help me out. The reason I needed both was because of their crazy schedules. In any case it meant I was still able to do that work. I sort of wished that I was getting cash like they would be getting but knew I was slowly paying off the debt for the room. My working with them brought Elle back in contact with Judy, Lance’s wife. She’d lost all the weight from the baby and had changed her hair to look more in tune with the times. In short, she was now very attractive. It was just a year earlier that I'd picked her up at the airport as a scared kid. Their baby was undeniably cute and got Elle thinking about having another one. I wasn’t so sure, though.

A group of the younger inhabitants of the park put together an impromptu Christmas party. It included the kids as well as the parents and went over very well. It was the Saturday before Christmas and afforded me an opportunities for panty peeks,. There were a few there that I didn’t know but there was definitely one female I wanted to. Dress was informal but this one woman had on a beige outfit that showed all her ”lines“... including her panties. The problem was that probably 90% of the guys at the party felt the same as I did. Elle caught me staring at her backside and gave me a ”whack”. When the party was breaking up we discovered that it had started to snow. The women were all excited about the possibility for a white Christmas. I just had a feeling that it was going to make a mess.

To be continued...

2011-07-26T23:47:00.000-04:00

HEADING FOR WINTER... December (Part 77b)

It was also around that time that I received a notice in the mail from the bank that was handling the Trust fund that my grandfather had created for me. One thing that he’d stressed to me was to not sell any of it but to let it earn interest and dividends. That way I’d have a steady monthly income. The notice told me that one of the corporate bonds that was in the portfolio had matured. The bank told me that they had reinvested the bulk of the proceeds but there was around $300 left over and wanted to know what I wanted to be done with it. It was a ”no brainer“ for me, especially at that time.

I decided not to mention it to Elle and started an account just for the race car. That way I could know at a glance how much I’d spent and how much was left to spend. The most important missing piece was the motor. My friend, Cliffy, had told me the last time I’d seen him that his father would sell me one they weren’t going to use any more. That was three months prior. I figured the best thing to do was to get some money down on it before it was sold to someone else. On a day the computer was down for periodic maintenance I took a couple of hours off to cement the deal.

It had been almost five years since I’d been to the garage where they had their race cars and when I got there I was shocked to see a new, modern, gas station. There was no house (they had lived right next to the service garage) or garage. I asked one of the attendants and they directed me up the road a ways to a new street that I had never seen. As I turned down the street and headed West I recognized the house up ahead on the right. They had to have moved it. Right next to it was a large cement block building and as I reached the location I saw the familiar garage sign. As I got out of the car I looked towards the house and saw bunch of panties blowing in the wind on a clothes line. I don’t remember the number but it had to have been 8 to 10 of them. There was nothing else on the line. Cliffy had a sister who, when we were in school, was way younger than we were. I figured they had to belong to her. It made me wonder what she looked like. She had to have been a teenager by then.

Cliffy wasn’t there but his father was I asked if he remembered me and, of course, he said he did. He'd built my first race car. I asked about the motor and was told he still had it. He wanted $100 for it and that included repairing it. That was more than I’d hoped it would be and was sort of pleading poverty when this cute, blond girl walked in. It was Cliffy’s sister. I remember thinking about how much she’d grown up... and pictured her wearing those panties I saw on the line.

The Christmas party was scheduled for the second week in December. We agreed that Thursday would be best because the payroll for the week would be finished with time to spare. Jo had come in her own car that day because she wanted to leave early to help set up for the party. Lucy also left early so she could change her clothes. The ones she was wearing looked fine to me as I still felt that she was overdressed for our operation. The party was scheduled for around 6pm and we were going to have a ”real“ Italian dinner. Jo had promised that we’d all be treated ”royally”.

I was the first to get there and was introduced to Jo’s mother and other family members. There was no denying their Italian heritage. Jo looked somewhat out of place because you could’ve had two Jo’s just from the size of her mother. The restaurant was just that... a restaurant. It was small and intimate... definitely not a pizza joint. Lucy was next to arrive and when she said she was changing clothes, she meant it. She was in her City finest... definitely a fashion plate. Next to arrive was Andre... and Rena.

When Jo offered to host the party we’d decided that it going to be for just the people who worked in the department. Basically, I was the only one who was married (at least living with a wife) and I was OK with not having Elle attend. I know she wasn’t that happy about it but was comfortable as she’d been to the office and knew everybody. However, Andre and Rena weren’t an “item” at that time. I was a bit upset at seeing her there and actually asked Jo about it. Typical Jo... a little laugh and a casual response. It was along the lines of “... well, she’s almost an employee” referring to the amount of time she’d been spending there working on the Purchasing department project. I really had nothing to say about it because we were all there as guests of her family. I did feel somewhat left out of the “loop” as I was the last to know.

All in all it was a really nice night. We ordered off the menu (which was in Italian) and the food was really good. The only thing I knew about what I ate was that it was veal. They served us Italian wine and plenty of it. I was not a wine drinker, having had a bad experience when I was still in college, but did partake of a toast that the family made to Jo and Jay. I remember smiling thinking that they knew something that the rest of us didn't. Being a Thursday we all had to go to work the next day and, since Jo’s family wanted to clean up and close, we left fairly early. The only one who showed any real effects of the wine was Andre. He’d brought Rena right from work and had to get her back. Jo’s brother stepped in and suggested that someone drive him home. Rena, on hearing that went into a mini panic but Jo, always thinking, suggested that I could take her since we both lived in the same town.

I can’t deny that it was an interesting trip. Rena had had her share of wine and was a little tipsy. I started the trip (about 40 minutes) by trying to talk about the DP/Purchasing department project. After a while she became bored with that and started talking about “us”. Hmmmm... As I remember it she reminisced back to when I’d first walked in her when she was changing her clothes at work and how “exciting” that had been. She asked if I didn’t get “something” out of how daring we’d been. I had to agree but I also chose to reiterate that I was very happy in my marriage. I’m sure it was the wine as she asked how much harm were we doing. That was an interesting question. I had actually missed seeing her changing her clothes, walking around in her slip, panties and bra. We were almost to the County Center parking lot when she leaned over to me and asked if I’d like a peek. I initially deferred, hoping that would get her to back off a bit. When it didn’t I asked how Andre would feel about it if he knew. She laughed. I don’t remember exactly what she said but the gist of it was that he was a nice guy but she was “using” him. By now we were in the parking lot and there were only a few cars. Her old jalopy stood out. I pulled up along side so she could step out and into the drivers seat... only she didn’t. Driving, I hadn’t noticed that she’d unbuttoned her coat and her blouse. She turned to me and pulled them apart. All I had to see by was the light from the dash board and the dim lights from the parking lot. I could see one half of her chest. She wasn’t that well endowed but it still did get my attention. I just looked without saying anything. Then she got up on the seat and, kneeling, faced me. I honestly thought she was going to lunge at me. But she grabbed at both sides of her skirt and pulled it up. Again, the light wasn’t all that good but I could make out the white of her panties. I thought I might've seen the front crotch line. I can’t remember her exact words but it was something like “... how about that!” and then she let her skirt drop and got out of the car. I waited until I knew that her car started before I put my car in gear. As I did I realized that I had a pretty serious bulge.

To be continued...

2011-07-24T16:53:00.001-04:00

HEADING FOR WINTER... December (Part 77a)

Although Andre agreed the money was good he didn’t like working out in the cold. It was just our luck that the first two we put up were in bad conditions (light snow for the second one). I can’t say I was overly happy about the weather either but I had made $85 towards paying off my new room in just two jobs. When I stopped at the office to tell Dick about Andre he told me that they had gotten more orders than expected and that he was going to have to hire a couple of guys to put them up as customers didn’t want to wait. He could see the distress on my face and said that I’d still be able to work on Saturdays. The discussion gave me an opportunity to express my concern about the “showings” of our new room. We were supposed to get a $25 credit for each one. But Elle never knew who was coming or when people were going to show up. According to Elle’s records she’d shown it 17 times. That would represent $425. However, according to Dick he’d only referred 10 people. That meant some of the neighbors were just stopping by on their own. Luckily, Dick had a record of just who he’d sent. After a bit of a discussion he agreed to give us a $40 credit for anyone who ordered an awning and room who wasn’t on his list. I still didn’t like it but it was better than nothing.

Even though Andre and Rena were an "item", Andre told me that he was sure that she was “hot” for me. I was embarrassed and I’m sure I blushed when he told me. The problem, other than I was happily married, was the only thing I could relate to her was seeing her panties. I actually found her to be a nice person and very bright. The fact that she was working directly with Jay on the Purchasing Department project sort of proved that. She’d pretty much left me alone after I’d rebuffed her those few Friday nights after DP moved into the new space. I guessed that she’d zoned in on Andre in place of me. I wondered what would happen next.

Once Data Processing moved into its own space we’d pretty much distanced ourselves from the Audit and Control Department. However, officially, we were still a part of that department. When plans were being circulated about a Christmas party Jo suggested that we have our own. She offered to have it at her parents restaurant. Of the six of us only Linda, who had been an Audit and Control employee when the DP area was started, was against it. She still had friends who worked there. Jay and I were definitely for it. Neither of us wanted to be anywhere near Leo, the Deputy Controller, at any time at all but especially if liquor was going to be served.

Elle had managed to put around $300 aside from her teaching money for Christmas. Our “want/need” list was heavily weighted on the “want” side. There was one thing that I hadn’t added to it. Actually, there were a lot of little things under one category... race car. Eric, the guy with racing experience who’d moved into the park during the latter part of Summer, was “bugging“ me to get started on it. He’d offered to re-weld the roll cage and bumpers for me but we had to be able to move it for him to do so. It was missing three wheels and was up on cement blocks out in the work area of the park. As I’ve said a few times in earlier posts, timing is everything. About that time we had the first measurable snow. And, as I’ve also mentioned, the traffic circle (round about) just down from the County Center was always a bottle neck. One day Elle had called for me to come home to re-light the heater. As soon as I pulled out onto the highway I was stopped by bumper to bumper traffic. Police were there and for those not wanting to head due East, they were directing us though this small development. Even with that it was slow going. I was sitting here ”stewing“ and happened to look to my left. There was a car parked next to a garage. Even though it was covered with snow I recognized it as a race car. I made note of it for future reference.

I’d only gone to the races twice that season and really hadn’t made note of car numbers and names. It was few days later when most of the snow had melted that I stopped on my way home. I walked around the car and noted that it was in the same division I’d be racing in. While I was looking at it this middle aged man with a huge mustache came out of the house. He demanded to know what I was doing. Somewhat taken aback I explained I was just looking as I was putting a car together for the next racing season. That changed his demeanor immediately. He told me his son raced the car but didn’t live with him. There were two rims with tires leaning against the car and I mentioned that I needed three wheels so I could move mine to get some welding done on it. Without saying a word and without knowing my name or where I lived he wheeled the tires to the trunk of my car. Of course I told him both pieces of information but a good friendship was formed right there.

Jay, when we had moved the race car from his place to mine, promised to find some racing wheels for me. One morning, around that same time, he came in to work and motioned me to the window. He pointed to his truck and, initially, I didn’t know what I was supposed to see. Finally I made out three rims in the bed of the truck. I was excited even though there were no tires on them. The ”process“ was starting.

To be continued...

2011-07-22T15:30:00.001-04:00

FALL... November (Part 76b)

The next “big thing” was Thanksgiving. Even though my grandmother was in the hospital, in my grandfather’s mind it wasn’t Thanksgiving if the traditional family dinner wasn’t at the homestead. My brother was finally home so, with the exception of my grandmother, the whole family was together. We didn’t go to the hospital until after we’d eaten. I don’t remember why. We all went with the exception of Elle and the kids. It must’ve been around 4pm as we arrived. As I wheeled my grandfather into the room I expected to see Cammy, the nurse, sitting in her usual place over by the window. It only took a second or two to find her... and what a view! She was retrieving her personal things from the closet and was bent over at the waist. The VPL was incredible! The white uniform, even with a slip, was almost translucent and the crotch line seemed almost exaggerated. I got at least a ten second look and it took my breath away. My mother was the next one into the room and as she entered she addressed my grandmother. Hearing a voice Cammy stood up and, upon seeing both me and my grandfather already in the room, blushed. That caused me to blush as well. It was only a minute or two before her replacement arrived. She, compared to Cammy, was a BIG disappointment.

Andre was unmarried and a bit of a free spirit. I told him what I was planning on doing and asked if he wanted to make some money working with me. I won’t say that he jumped at the chance but he said he’d let me know. When it got to be the week of Thanksgiving I was in a bit of a panic. I pressed him on it and he said he’d do it if his girlfriend could come along. At that point I didn’t care. However, after I said “yes” I began to wonder if he expected her to get paid as well.

At work, Lucy slowly warmed up to Andre. It was pretty hard not to. As I said, he had an easy going way about him and fit right in with Jay, Jo and I. For about a week Reba had spent time working with Jay showing him the forms they used and explaining how they had done the manual tracking of the purchases. I kept my eye on her when I could but didn’t garner any more peeks (that I remember). I also didn’t notice that Andre had been talking with her. At least I hadn’t made note of it. On the Saturday that we were going to put the first awning and room up I visited the site before Andre got there and had marked out where the “rails” for the awning had to go. I was finishing up when I saw Rena walking towards me. I couldn't imagine why she was there. She had a big smile on her face and, because it was cold out, a big winter coat on. Andre was right behind her and his smile was even bigger than Rena’s. When he saw my face he laughed. As I was finding out, that was Andre.

Elle’s focus was totally on the new room. If she got a call to teach it would actually make her upset because it meant she couldn’t do anything to or with the room. The local radio station had a program called “Swap and Shop” where people could call in with items they were looking to get rid of. It didn’t cost anything to participate either as a buyer or seller. She’d found items including a rug and a small table to make the room more “homey” and, even better, they were free. I was the residual beneficiary of both the addition of the room and the hiring of Andre. I was getting home earlier, which pleased Elle, and the added space the room gave her had her in a perpetually good mood. When I’d ask for her to wear a certain combination of panties she wouldn’t initially resist like she usually would. As long as the kids were occupied she would let me enjoy “playing” on and in her panties. She knew I enjoyed it even more if she were wet and sometimes she would surprise me by peeing through a pair of her panties while sitting on the toilet and then come out and sit on my lap. For a while we’d gotten away from using wet foreplay but now she was very amenable to it. The end result was our love making increased significantly. It was certainly a very pleasant period of time.

The only other thing of note in November was that GT, the cute blond that worked in the Audit and Control Department, got married the Sunday after Thanksgiving. When the invitation arrived Elle was very suspicious. I tried to explain and told her the truth but she had doubts. Even the fact that my grandfather had received an invitation didn’t sway her. (GT’s grandfather and my grandfather were best friends) Right after the wedding GT and her new husband were moving to Michigan and I really wanted to see her before she left.
We had Janelle watch the kids which was the first time I’d seen her up close in over a month. Every time I’d see her up close I’d try to check her for a VPL and on this day she’d worn a pair of wool slacks. The material was too thick to see anything. I was a bit disappointed.

Elle actually enjoyed herself at the reception. GT's family was from the same town where we'd lived as kids and Elle got to see some people she hadn't seen in years. My mother took care of the wedding gift for us telling us that it was to count as one of our Christmas presents. I didn’t mind because I wasn’t out any cash. I’d wanted one dance with GT before she left but decided that it wasn’t a real good idea. As I watched her out on the dance floor I could visualize her dancing in just her panties and bra. I still can.

On our way home Elle decided to treat the kids to ice cream. I suggested that we get enough for Janelle as well. It’s always amazed me how a simple pleasure can bring so much joy to some people. Janelle’s response was one of complete surprise. She almost couldn’t believe that we’d do that for her. I got my “reward” about the time she was leaving to go home. The kids absolutely loved her and demanded a “goodbye kiss”. When she bent over her blouse pulled out of her slacks and I could see the now familiar waist elastic of the same cotton panties I’d bought for Elle. I couldn’t see another pair but I was sure they were there as well. As I walked her to her trailer I remember thinking that I hoped my girls would grow up to be as nice as she was.

To be continued...

2011-07-20T10:01:00.000-04:00

FALL... November (Part 76a)

Andre started work around the first of the month. It was readily obvious that he was familiar with the equipment we had. I’d actually written down all the steps I had to take to process payroll and Jo was doing the same for the appropriations accounting. The hardest part for him was learning the “jargon” we used. However, Lucy was a bit of a problem. She was still upset that she had to pretty much go back to just keypunching. Pouty would probably be the best way to describe her. Because Jay had been letting her process a lot of the work DP had taken on for some of the other departments within the County it was expected that she would show Andre what she did. She didn’t think so. She took the position that since she was “just a key punch operator” she really wasn’t responsible for anything more. It wasn’t “fun” for a few weeks.

Andre’s personality won her over after a while. Jo and I really liked working with him because he was always smiling and willing to take on any project. With him getting comfortable in the job, Jay was anxious to take on the task of programming the invoice tracking that Rena had suggested to her boss, the director of Purchasing. Once he started it seemed like Rena spent more time in our area than she did in the purchasing office. On one of the first days she worked with Jay I happened to look her way and she had somehow hiked her skirt up so that she could sit on the calf of her leg. If I moved just a bit I could see the magic little white triangle. I tried not to be too obvious but she did catch me and immediately smiled. I didn’t mind her knowing but I certainly didn’t want to be caught by the others in the office.

All the parts to my new awning and room were delivered at about the same time. I got home and saw this huge pile of cardboard boxes stacked in my yard. I checked with Dick at the park office and he said that he and his brother would be to my trailer first thing that Saturday morning. That night, as I stared at the pile, I remember shaking my head saying that there was no way that it would all go together in just one day. Elle was really excited about it because it would mean that we’d be able to set up our Christmas tree in the new room and wouldn’t have to rearrange the living room to accommodate it. I found her interest in Christmas a little upsetting since we weren’t even close to Thanksgiving.

I’d been both right and wrong about concern about how long it would take to erect both the awning and room. Even though none of the three of us had ever done it before we found that if we followed the instructions it was really pretty easy. It took about ten hours to get the room so that it could be considered “up”. When we finally quit for the day there were still a lot of little things like caulking, installing crank handles for the windows, door hardware and the like to be done. I remember Elle standing inside it and marveling how big it was. As I’d mentioned before, she had no ability for spatial relationships... at all! As the “boys” left I remember thinking that it was one of the few times that I’d seen Ben be even moderately civil. I also remember that Dick commented that it was definitely not a “one man job”.

Dick had left me the keys to the pick up truck that was used around the park so I could haul all the cardboard out of the yard. Other than taking my grandfather to the hospital for his visit that was my main job on Sunday. While I did that Elle was doing her planning on how the new space was to be used. The first thing I was greeted with upon my return was that I had to do something about the floor. It was nothing more than the concrete patio... and it was cold. Elle had called her mother to tell her that the room was up. Since the fishing season was over her father was home and suggested that they take a ride to come see it. Elle complained about the cold cement and her father suggested that we make a false floor by laying sheets of plywood over a grid of 2x2’s. That would create a dead air space which would act like insulation. It made sense to me and I was glad he’d come to see it even though it meant spending some money that we didn’t really have.

That Monday I told Jay what I’d been working on and asked if he’d help me put down the wood for the floor. He said he would and the two of us headed for the lumber yard during our lunch. We actually got it roughly laid out before going back to work. That night, using Jay’s Skil saw, I cut it to fit and had it all in place by the time the kids went to bed. Elle had been busy during the day and had bought some material and borrowed a sewing machine. She’d made curtains for the windows although we needed the hardware to put them up.

Reality hit on Tuesday when she got a call from Ben up at the office. We’d had people from the trailer park stop by to see what we were doing but Dick had politely told them he couldn’t talk with them since we were trying to get the project finished before nightfall. Now these same people wanted to see the somewhat finished product. It wasn’t that she’d forgotten that part of the “deal” but she was so caught up in making the space livable that she wasn’t prepared. I don’t remember how many people ended up stopping by but I know Elle was upset by the end of the day. For my part, all I could see was dollar signs. Each different family meant another $25 off what I owed for the whole thing.

The “visits” paid off for the “boys” as well. They had at least four orders as a result and that meant more money in my pocket. It took about ten days from placing an order to delivery. I remember the first one was scheduled for the Saturday after Thanksgiving. The problem was that I was going to need at least one person to help me. I hoped that Dick would be the person but he said that putting the one up was enough for him.

To be continued...

2011-07-18T13:47:00.001-04:00

FALL... October (Part 75f)

Elle’s birthday was coming up rapidly. I’d learned from my experience with the Sears catalog that Elle would turn down the corner of pages when she saw something that she’d like to have. I pretty much knew that I’d find a few of her “desires” in either the Sears or Montgomery Ward catalogs and I didn’t have to look for very long. A car coat in the Wards “wish book” was even circled. I’d not been to the new Wards catalog store and decided to place the order on my lunch break. As it was meant to be a catalog store it wasn’t very big and there were only a few bins with merchandise for purchase. As I walked past them heading for the order counter my eyes caught a glimpse of something very near and dear to me... panties. There were maybe 20 or so bins with all types of products ranging from the panties to towels to motor oil and small tools. There were a few people placing orders so I stopped at the panties bin. As I got up close I recognized them as being similar to the ones Janelle had started wearing. I picked up one pair and saw the label read “Carol Brent” but what really got my attention was that the size of them read “Small”. The sign attached to the face of the bin read “SALE 6 for $3.49”. I quickly found six pair of the small size and headed for the counter. Standing there waiting for a clerk I could feel that they were way softer than any of Elle’s heavy cotton panties. Most of Elle’s panties were badly stained and needed to be replaced. I knew Elle wanted the coat but I wanted the panties for her. I left the store wanting to give them to her that night but decided it was best to wait for her birthday.

When I got to work on Monday I knew Jay was there because his truck was in the parking lot. Jo didn’t know where he was either. Lucy was still visibly upset but there wasn’t much Jo or I could say. As Jo and I headed out for our break we saw Jay coming down the hall from the Civil Service office. He had a look of resignation on his face and motioned for us to go back into the work space. The situation was very complicated. Leo had told Jay that he’d forwarded the request to Civil Service and they were to blame for the hold up. With Leo’s reputation, Jay didn’t believe him. So, he came in early and “camped out” by the Civil Service office and waited for the director. The short version was that they (CS) didn’t have job descriptions for any Data Processing employees except for the key punch operators. That was why Jo, who was doing very little key punching and was primarily a machine operator, was still classified in that position. The director apologized and tried to explain the chaotic situation at Civil Service. He told Jay that one way he could get around the lack of a job description was to have the Controller hire someone in as an outside contractor. As such the person would not be eligible for benefits. That was how Jay was originally hired. We all looked at each other thinking the same thing... it couldn’t be Lucy or she’d have to give up all the benefits she’d accrued.

Jay said he had a person to possibly fill the position. It was his cousin, Andre, who both Jo and I had worked with on the clean up project out on the barrier beach earlier in the year. Jay was pretty sure he'd do it and since he'd worked with Jay when Jay was with Remington Rand knew he was capable. Of course that left Lucy on the "outside" and made things a little "chilly" for the rest of us on the "inside". Jay went to the Controller directly for permission to hire Andre, bypassing Leo, which created a little more "friction". But, at least something was going to happen. All Jo and I could do was hope that it worked.

Elle’s birthday was on a Saturday which was perfect. By then the mornings were fairly cool and I’d promised I’d go grocery shopping with her so she didn’t have to try and control two kids. I’d picked up the new coat a few days prior and managed to sneak it into the coat closet without her seeing it. After bundling the kids up she headed for the closet to get her coat but I cut her off and reached in and pulled out the new one. The look on her face was what I’d hoped for. Later, after lunch and the kids were down for their naps, I went into our bedroom and pulled out the new panties. I went into her panty drawer and pulled out a random six pair of her Carter’s Spanky Pants and spread them out on the bed in a row. I then put the new ones right next to them. The difference was startling. Bright white versus a very dingy yellowish color. I then went down the hall and brought her back to the bedroom.

I’d tried for a while to get her to upgrade her cotton panties but she’d put it off by saying that new ones would get “ruined“. As she looked at the panties I proceeded to pick up the old ones and threw them into the waste basket. She just stood there looking at them and then me with a bit of a smile and then started to undo her pants. She said that she knew what I wanted her to do without my asking and she proceeded to step out of her pants and and the panties that she was wearing. I handed her a pair of the new ones and felt a bulge starting as she pulled them up. I then gave her a big hug with my hands holding firmly on to her butt. As I rubbed it I could feel a very definite difference. The new panties were incredibly soft. I just hoped that she liked them and would wear them. In my mind it was time to retire the old Spanky Pants. I knew there were a lot of fancy panties that were in her drawer and pretty much unworn because she didn’t want to ”ruin“ them. But I vowed to myself to make sure she wore these new ones.

To be continued...

2011-07-13T00:31:00.001-04:00

FALL... October (Part 75e)

It’s strange how circumstances sometimes occur to fit a current situation. When I got back to the trailer Elle was fussing about not having any place to put the new toys that Anne had received for her birthday. I let her “fuss”, not wanting to appear to be too anxious to come up with a solution. That night, as we were putting the kids to bed, Elle brought the subject up again. All the available floor space in Anne’s room was taken up with toys belonging to both the kids. She was going to have to go into a bed fairly soon which would take up more room than the crib. As we walked down the hall I casually said that we could possibly add a room. Her first reaction to that was to ask where it would go and then to ask how would we pay for it.

Without giving her all the details that Dick had proposed to me I explained the location and size of the room. Since she had absolutely no conceptual ability to judge size, I took her outside and walked off the area that the room would occupy. The best part of that was that she didn’t have any negatives about it. I decided to withhold the fact that if we did go forth with it that we’d have to “show” it to prospects. I wanted Elle to fully buy into the “need” for the room first.

Taking my grandfather to the hospital to see my grandmother was a lot easier now that Summer had passed. It also helped that the nurse on duty when we’d arrive was Cammy. I knew I’d get a few VPLs while there and that helped pass the time. Through casual conversation I was able to learn where she lived. I had it in mind to possibly ride by a few times hoping to see panties on a clothes line. Even though it was anew development I was familiar with the area. Now all I had to do was find the time to go there.

Back at the trailer I was pleased to find Elle asking questions about the new room I’d proposed. She was already laying out the room in her mind. She envisioned it as a playroom for the kids that would get them (and there toys) out of the trailer and give us some peace of mind. I let her go on still holding back the negative side of the offer. It was my goal to make her want the room so much that she’d accept the idea of having to show it to strangers. As we went to bed I felt good about the prospects.

I’ve mentioned that I’d pretty much put Rena down when she’d come to ask me if I’d be coming over to her office on Friday nights. Even though she’d shown disappointment she still continued to come over during her breaks and continued to ask questions about data processing. Jay had commented a few times on how just fast she’d picked up on the conceptual side of it. So, it wasn’t a complete surprise to Jay that she came in and asked if she could bring her boss, the head of the purchasing department over to see him. She’d applied some of what she’d gleaned from her visits and suggested to her boss that by using DP it would streamline the whole purchasing process.

But, as far a Jay was concerned the timing couldn’t have been worse. Although the computer wasn’t being fully utilized we didn’t have the personnel necessary to do any more than we were doing. The request for another “operator” was sitting in the Deputy Controller’s office. Jay, by nature, was non confrontational. Even though he’d stated that he was ready to “do battle” with the Deputy about the position, he hadn’t. We were all keeping logs of the work we were doing and when we were doing it to help “sell” the idea that another person was needed but Jay hadn’t done anything with them. The meeting with the head of purchasing was the push he needed.

It was on Friday afternoon that Jay was scheduled to meet with Leo. I remember Jo, Lucy and I wishing him “luck” as he left the office with the logs in hand. It was a long afternoon for us as Jay didn’t get back until well after 5pm. I knew him well enough to know it hadn’t gone well. I also knew enough not to ask him about it. I’d learned that when he was good and ready he’d tell me what transpired. Lucy, who we’d pretty much hand picked as the one we wanted, was beside herself, not knowing. Jay and Jo left right after he’d returned and Lucy followed soon after leaving me alone. I’d wasted some time surmising with Jo what was happening in Leo’s office and still had to finish a report before I left. I was focused on that and never saw Rena walk in through the back door.

She was dressed in her waitress uniform and it was obvious she was on her way out for the night. I’d not tried to explain why I had sort of rebuffed her and for some reason felt I needed to explain. It wasn’t like I was attracted to her but I did consider her a sort of friend. (and that wasn’t because she’d invited me to watch her change her clothes) She seemed sincere when she said she understood. She turned to leave and as she did she flipped the hem of her uniform up. Truthfully, I didn’t see anything but the gesture was appreciated.

Elle and I had talked briefly about the room during the week and she’d agreed that it would be a benefit. I still hadn’t discussed that she’d have to agree to let it be shown. I knew Dick was waiting for an answer so “bit the bullet” and told her about it when I got home. I’d pretty much been right by letting her sell herself on the “need” for the room. However, I did have to do a "selling" job on her to agree to the showing aspect of it. On Saturday morning when I went to the office to work out the details I was excited. So was Dick. The best part of the whole thing was that I didn’t have to put out any money up front. My “deal” was that I’d get paid a minimum of $35 to install a unit and would only work on the weekends. I’d would work off the cost over time... plus get a $25 “credit” for each time we showed the room. It was quite a deal!

To be continued...

2011-07-10T16:03:00.001-04:00

FALL... October (Part 75d)

She headed down the hall to check on the kids. I stayed in bed waiting to hear the bathroom door open. When it did I started to get up but before I could pull my pants on Elle was there telling me to wait until Janelle was through. I was sort of put off because I’d hoped to get to see her when she got out of bed hoping to catch a “peek”. I was on my feet and heard the door close so I headed on down the hall. Elle was stripping the blankets and sheets off the sofa bed as Janelle’s sister went out the door with Elle saying she was going over to their trailer to feed their cat. By then I could hear Jean, our oldest, calling asking if she could get up. I told her “yes” and when she came out into the living room was disappointed that the girls weren’t there. By then Elle was in the kitchen starting to prepare breakfast. She had me set the table and as I was doing that the phone rang. It was Millie, the mother, asking for Janelle. Elle went down to see if she was done showering and when she returned there was Janelle, wrapped in a bright yellow bath towel following her. Being rather tiny the towel encased her body and I was unable to see anything but her shoulders and legs from the knees down.

With her on the phone I headed on down to the bathroom. I really needed to go. As I walked in the steam from her shower still permeated the air. When I turned towards the toilet to pee I noticed that she’d laid out her clean clothes on top of the washing machine with her bra on top of her blouse. I saw the label and bent over to peer at it... 32B. It was nice to know because she always wore her blouses loose and I’d often thought there was something there. Right next to them were her panties right on top of the pants she was going to wear. I’d snuck a peek at them to check the labels the night before but the way they were laid out I could now see the crotch area. There was a slight discoloration on the nylon ones. Interesting!

I finished up, flushed the toilet and went to wash my hands but there in the sink was her “package”. The plastic pants were holding the whole mess in place. I could see the cotton panties inside and actually felt them... wet right to the waist elastic. It had only taken a few seconds but I was at “full attention”. My first thought was that when I opened the door Janelle would be standing there and there was no way to hide my predicament. The second thought was that if she was there she’d know I saw her “package”. I decided to leave and take my chances heading for my bedroom. Doing it that way my back would be to her hoping that she wouldn’t see anything. I’d have to deal with her embarrassment about the “package” later.

I held my breath as I opened the door. Only it wasn’t Janelle who was waiting... it was my oldest daughter... holding herself. I apologized and quickly ducked into the bedroom to “deflate”. As I sat on the bed Elle walked in asking why I’d disappeared. I know I flushed red and mumbled something. She just shook her head and went back down the hall. By then I was “normal” and headed for breakfast. I was surprised and relieved to see Janelle still on the phone.

By the time Janelle was dressed her sister had returned and we all had breakfast together. Millie had called to say they would be home later than expected and had given Janelle specific instructions as to what she and her sister had to do as far as cleaning the trailer and doing the wash. Hearing wash mentioned I made it a point to find something to do in our back yard later that day so I could possibly check how many of Janelle’s panties were in it. I smiled to myself as I did.

When Dick, one of the trailer park owners, stopped by the meeting hall when I was cleaning it up after the birthday party he asked if I would stop by the office Saturday. I was curious as to why but not overly so. I figured I’d start there before getting to my weekend chores. As soon as I walked in he pulled a folder out from his desk and asked me to take a look at it. They were brochures for aluminum awnings for trailers and also patio rooms. I hadn’t ever mentioned either to him so was puzzled. He then asked if I might be interested in having a room built. I’m sure I laughed. I probably had less than $150 in the bank and owed for the first fuel delivery of the season. But, he was serious.

All the new pads that I’d helped to build the previous Summer were now filled and trailer sales had slowed dramatically. Dick and his brother went looking for new ways to make money and had decided that awnings and patio rooms were the way to go. The problem was that they needed to have a display. Once built they were semi permanent so they didn’t want to put one on a trailer in the sales lot. That’s where I came into the picture. They offered to build an 8’ X 16’ foot room for me. I'd only have to pay what they paid for it and they would erect it without cost to me... provided that they could use it to show to prospective buyers. As soon as I heard the offer I knew Elle would never go for it and told him so. He said to “sleep on it” and, if I was interested, he’d hire me to put them up on weekends. That part I liked but told him I’d have to get back to him.

As I walked into the yard I could see wash on both ours and the neighbors wash lines. I immediately remembered that I wanted to get a look next door to see just how many of Janelle’s panties were there. The problem was in coming up with a reason to be back there. Elle had started a small vegetable garden and it was located behind the wash line. Gardens were not my “thing” and I don’t think I’d ever gone back there... but I did. I was hoping that Elle didn’t appear. If she had I don’t think I would’ve had an answer as to why I was there. From that area I got a real good look at the neighbor's line. I already knew that Millie liked to hang the “unmentionables” on the very back line and Janelle or her sister had done the same. Because of the angle I couldn’t get an accurate count but it was easily over a dozen pair. It was easy to differentiate Janelle’s panties from those of her mother and sister from their size. I was pleased that I’d remembered to go take a look.

To be continued...

2011-07-07T18:22:00.002-04:00

FALL... October (Part 75c)

Our girls usually went to bed at 8pm but we told them that they could stay up until we got home. When I walked in the door Janelle was on her back and had Anne, the younger one, up in the air, balanced on her feet and holding her hands. It was something Elle and I had done with her right from the time she was a baby and she really loved it. I certainly loved what I saw. She still had on her green plaid school skirt (Catholic school) and, in that position, it was up around her stomach. The only view that would’ve been better was if she’d spread her legs. It was a beautiful crotch shot and I could clearly see that she had on two pair of panties. That wasn’t all. There was a pale yellow stain right in the middle. It wasn’t from leg opening to leg opening but it was noticeable enough for me to see. Elle had walked in and had initially started down the hall. When she saw that I hadn’t followed she stopped and caught me staring at Janelle’s crotch. She sharply called my name and motioned for me to follow her. I was embarrassed and remember feeling flushed as I followed her down the hall. She chastised me for “leering” and set about turning the beds down for the kids. I continued on to our bedroom to take off my tie and jacket.

On my way back up the hall I saw some clothes stacked on top of the washing machine that hadn’t been there when we’d left for our dinner. I quickly stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. There were two piles of clothes which I determined were clean clothes for Janelle and her sister for the next morning. I was just about to take a peek at the pile closest to me when I heard a knock on the door. It was my oldest wanting to go potty before bed. The knock startled me a bit and I turned around to open the door. Before I got it opened I saw another pile of things on the counter next to the door. I didn’t have time to count anything but I could see there were sanitary napkins, cotton panties and plastic pants. My heart was racing when I looked out at my waiting daughter.

My hope for seeing Janelle in anything close to see through was for naught. Both she and her sister were going to be sleeping on our sofa bed and as I prepared it for them I looked and saw she was wearing flannel pajamas. After getting it opened up Elle dispatched me down the hall to kiss the kids goodnight. I was going to do it anyway and was a bit perturbed that she felt she had to remind me in front of Janelle and her sister. Later she apologized and told me it was so she could put the rubberized sheet down without embarrassing Janelle in front of me. However, after saying goodnight to the kids I headed on down the hall to get ready for bed myself. I knew I had a minute or two in the bathroom before Elle would be there and ducked inside. The two piles of clothes that I’d seen earlier were now closer to the edge of the washing machine and I could see a bit of the plaid stuffed in behind them. It wasn’t instantaneous but I quickly realized that Janelle had probably changed her panties to put on the things I seen on the counter for her version of a “package” to sleep in. I desperately wanted to see the panties she’d been wearing. Carefully, I pulled on one of the plaid skirts and found that everything had been rolled up inside. My heart was racing for two reasons... One was that I was scared that Elle would come on in and catch me. The second was that if I’d picked the right one I’d be looking at the panties (plural) that Janelle had been wearing. I quickly unrolled it and as I did I saw that I’d hit the jackpot. Right on top were the panties... a pair of nylon and a pair of cotton. I quickly peered inside and saw familiar labels... Isis for the nylon and Carol Brent for the cotton. I’d been right about the yellow stain. It was about the size of an egg and I couldn’t resist taking a quick sniff. I was hard as a rock. If I were to guess the whole process took less than a minute. If someone had taken my blood pressure it probably would’ve read 240 over 160.

In spite of it being our anniversary Elle refused even my modest “advances” once we were in bed. She always insisted that our bedroom door be open in case one of the kids woke up during the night. So, with Janelle and her sister sleeping down at the end of the hall she wasn’t “in the mood” in any way shape or form.

I woke up to the sound of the shower running Saturday morning. With the bathroom located right next to our bedroom it was quite loud. Insulation between rooms in a trailer was pretty much non existent. In any case, I was awake and when I looked at my watch I saw it was just about time for Elle’s “potty alarm” to go off. Still horny, I felt her “package” to see if she’d missed and had wet during the night. She hadn’t but my “exploration” had been enough to wake her up. She looked at the clock and immediately got out of bed but when she got to the bathroom door found it closed. I was still lying in bed when she walked back in and I could see from the look on her face that she was distressed. I told her to just knock on the door but she shook her head and headed for my side of the bed. She was wearing just the top of a pair of light cotton pajamas and I could see her plastic panties sticking out from below the bottom of it. I remember her looking at me and sort of shaking her head. I motioned for her to come closer to me and when she did I pulled the hem up. Then she sort of spread her legs a bit and made a sour look on her face. I knew she was peeing. I was hoping to see some evidence of it but I couldn’t. She only let me peek for a few seconds before reaching for her robe. As usual, I was hard as a rock.

To be continued...

2011-07-05T16:57:00.003-04:00

FALL... October (Part 75b)

The next day at work was rather uncomfortable for me. I couldn’t look at Jo without seeing her in just a bra and panties. She caught me staring at her a couple of times and wanted to know what I was looking at. I didn’t have an answer for her which made the situation a little more uncomfortable for me.

The birthday party was on Thursday and, as Elle had predicted, she was called in to teach. Millie had volunteered to get it set up and, with the weather ”iffy“ at best, decided to hold it at the meeting hall. Elle got off from work after 3pm and found all the ”guests“ there and being occupied by Millie’s daughters. I timed my arrival for about the same time. All of the kids that were there were older than the birthday girl and most were boys. Janelle was making an effort to keep them quiet by playing a game of ball toss only in place of real balls they were using balled up paper. The problem was that the ”target”, a clown face painted onto poster board with a hole for the mouth, wouldn’t stand up. Janelle, still in her school clothes, had decided she’d squat down behind it, on her haunches, to hold it up. As I walked past I could see something white though the hole... her panties. I had the camera in my hands and seriously thought about trying to get a shot of it but Millie was calling me to take a picture of my daughter with the birthday cake.. It’s still a nice memory.

The last time I’d seen my mother she’d asked what Elle and I were planning on doing to celebrate our anniversary and I’d told her “nothing”. We’d been putting all the money from Elle’s teaching aside to pay for kerosene what with Winter coming, and to have some money for Christmas presents. As our anniversary was the next day, at the party she came up to me and gave me a $20 bill and told me that it was to be used to take Elle out for a “nice“ dinner... and that was an order! Ironically, Millie had asked if Elle and I would let her girls stay over on Friday night (our anniversary) as she and her husband, Alvin, had to go to the city for some sort of ceremony or award for his work. Elle had told her it was OK and, initially, I was upset. First of all it was somewhat asinine that he wouldn’t allow a 17 and a 16 year old to stay at home alone but it was typical of Alvin. As it was our anniversary I was looking to celebrate in an “amorous” way and with two teen agers in the house there was no way Elle would allow that. However, with my mother’s gift and her “orders” I didn't have choice. On the bright side I'd actually fantasized about Janelle having to stay over when baby sitting our kids a time or two so I was now looking somewhat forward to it

After the party I had to stay at the meeting hall to put it back in order and as I was in the process Dick, one of the park owners, stopped by. He was a “local”, through and through so I asked him what was a good place to go for a “nice” meal. I don’t think he hesitated for more that a few seconds before he said “The Hotel.” Everybody knew “The Hotel” as it was a landmark. It was built right before the big depression and had an imposing location for a small town. However, as they say, “timing is everything”. It was NOT the right time to open a hotel and it struggled right up to WWII. During the War it was used as auxiliary housing for a nearby Army training center. At the end of the War, when travel limitations were lifted, the place actually started to prosper but it was sadly in need of renovations. The owners chose not to do them and it started on a downward spiral. I actually remember going there for my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary but I was only 10. I certainly wasn’t into food at that age. Since I’d moved to town all I’d heard was what a shame it was that this beautiful building, at the gateway to the Community, was being allowed to deteriorate. It was hard for me to accept that the restaurant was a place I wanted to go. When got home and told Elle she looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. I really respected Dick and told her that was where we were going.

I’d picked up the sweater I’d ordered for Elle from Sears for our anniversary. I had it wrapped and hidden under my side of the bed. I was hoping to give it to her before the girls woke up and, if I had any luck at all to get a quick “reward”. Like my father often said, plans are made to be broken. I was awake before Elle’s 7am “potty alarm” went off and placed the package on her chest. Still asleep she didn’t realize it was a present for her. When she tore the paper off and saw the sweater she rolled over and smothered me with kisses. It was almost like that was a signal for the phone to ring. It was call for her to come in teach and with that my chance for a “reward” disappeared.

Of course she wanted to wear the sweater and I was able to persuade her to let me take a picture of her in it with her in her panties. It wasn’t quite the "reward" I was hoping for but it did suffice.

When I got home that night I found the neighbor girls were already there and playing with our kids. Elle was almost ready to go so I just stood there and watched them play as I waited for her. I was somewhat rewarded for my patience as Janelle was still wearing her skirt from school. I got a few “peeks” as she chased the girls around the floor on her hands and knees. I distinctly remember hoping that at least Janelle had chosen somewhat see through pajamas to wear that night as we went out the door.

The ambiance certainly wasn’t there and the hotel dining room was dingy, at best. But Dick had been right about the food. It’d been a long time since I’d had roast beef and I enjoyed every bite of it. Elle had some seafood dish. She loved eating fish but hated cooking it because of the smell. All in all we had a good time.

To be continued...

2011-06-30T11:36:00.002-04:00

FALL... October (Part 75a)

Elle was in a ”tizzy“ about weather to have a birthday party, with guests, for Anne. At two years old she didn’t have any true friends. She played mostly with her sister, Jean, and her friend, Julie. Never knowing when she’d be called in to teach she figured it would be just her luck to get a call that day. She’d learned that once you made it to the top of the substitute list you just didn’t ever want to turn down a job or you’d go to the bottom of the list. Elle mentioned her concerns to Millie who told her that she and her daughters would step in and help if it came to that. So, that weekend we did the planning for it. One of the things Elle wanted was to have pictures. I went to get the camera and found it wasn’t there. I was puzzled and concerned. It was my grandfather’s good Polaroid camera. For the life of me I couldn’t remember the last time I’d used it. Elle didn’t even know how to use it so she wasn’t the culprit. If it was lost I knew my grandfather would be upset... very upset!

When Jay got in to work on Monday he was as happy as I could remember. He walked up to me and showed me a check. I asked what it was for and he said it was the money from the sale of his El Camino. As soon as he said it I knew where the missing camera was. I’d loaned it to him right before I left for the sailing championships so he could take pictures for a poster he wanted to use to advertise the sale. I’d had so much on my mind at that time I’d completely forgotten. When I asked him about it he apologized and said it was in his truck and he’d give it back at the end of the day. He also said he’d replace the film he’d used. At that point I was so relived to find out that I hadn’t lost the camera that I didn’t much care about the film.

When we left work that night we went right to Jay’s truck and he gave me the camera and a new pack of film. However, it wasn’t the same box I was used to. Instead of blue, white and gray it had colors on it. I looked at it and he said he thought I might like to try it. I knew that Polaroid had come out with color film but the cost was out of sight. I think it worked out to a dollar a picture. In any case, seeing the box I was anxious to try it out. Jay had to get going leaving me there reading the material on the new film. After reading it one thing I knew I’d like was that with the new film you no longer had to coat the picture with a gel stick. That was always such a pain.

I picked up the camera and noticed that there was a tab sticking out of one end. There was a little window on that end that showed how many pictures were left in the camera and it read 1. I was anxious to put the new color film in so just pulled the tab and put it on the seat. I opened the back of the camera, removed the old cartridge and slid the new one in. I couldn’t wait to get home to try it out.

As I stepped out of the car I had the camera all set to go. I walked in and found the girls seated at the table eating. As I remember it the flash scared them but when I pulled the tab and saw the result I couldn’t believe how clear the picture was but I didn’t want to waste any more what with the birthday party coming up. I’d left the camera case and all the junk from the film box in the car so went back out to get it all. Upon seeing the unopened picture lying on the seat I figured ”why not?“ and pulled it open. I truly couldn’t believe my eyes.

Even though it was black and white I knew it was a picture of Jo as soon as I saw it. What took my breath away was that she was in only her bra and panties. My heart was racing as I stood there staring at it. I knew that it had to have been taken over at the barrier beach as Jay had been back working over there on the weekends most of September. The big question was in what to do with it. Another question was how long could it last without being coated. I didn’t have any black and white film so didn’t have a coating stick. I didn’t know what to do.

It wasn’t quite 6pm and the downtown store didn’t close until 6. Looking at my watch I figured that if I jumped in the car and drove like a mad man I might just make the camera store. I didn’t even give a thought to telling Elle where I was going. I actually arrived at the back door after 6pm but found the manager was still there. I knocked on the door and, thankfully, it opened. I explained what I needed and he laughed. He ducked back inside and quickly returned with four small containers. He gave then all to me saying that there should be enough ”stuff“ left to cover at least one picture. As far as the picture was concerned I was relieved as I spread the gel over it. Now I had to come up with something to explain to Elle where I'd gone.

By the time I got back I’d come up with a ”line“ to feed Elle. I told her that Jay had given me the camera back with the new film but hadn’t given me the instructions. I told her that I’d gone back to see if they were in the trash at work. I was never sure when I’d give her a ”line“ weather she fully bought into it or not and this was another case of the same. I did have the instructions in my hand when I came back inside so at least there was some credence to my story.

I’d left the picture in the car but I was still in a quandary as to what to do with it. I knew that Jay would probably be happy to have it but I didn’t want him to know that I’d seen it. I lay in bed trying to come up with a way to give it to him but couldn’t. Of course I wanted it too. The big risk was in Jo finding that I’d even seen it. Knowing her as well as I did by then I knew she’d be devastated. By the time I fell asleep I’d pretty much decided that it needed to go with my stash of panties over at my grandfather's carriage house.

To be continued...

2011-06-28T15:46:00.001-04:00

END OF SUMMER... September (Part 74h)

The last week of a month was always a bit rushed because we had to prepare for extra reports. On top of that I had a full County payroll to run. I’d been in the DP department almost a year and we hadn’t experienced a major problem with the computer... until that week. I was just at the beginning of my payroll run when it stopped. Unfortunately, this time it was something that our regular repairman couldn’t step Jay through and had to ask for assistance from the area office. We were told that it would be at least four hours until that help would arrive. Basically, we were dead in the water. Both Jo and I needed the computer to continue on our respective projects. We’d both done all the prep work necessary and, to stay on schedule, we knew we’d have to work late. Knowing that it’d be at least four hours and probably be more, Jay suggested that the both of us take off from work. He said he’d call when the special technician had a chance to assess the problem and to guestimate the time necessary to fix it. Jo and I both agreed.

It was early afternoon when I got home. Elle had been called in to teach so I knew the kids were at the neighbor’s. I went to check up on them and was told they were taking naps. With time on my hands I headed for the trailer with the idea of looking through the Sears and Montgomery Ward catalogs. In the few minutes I spent looking in the Sears catalog the week prior I was really surprised at the broad spectrum of product. I now had a chance to take a closer look.

I started from the front and not having a real interest in female clothing, especially Winter wear, found myself in the lingerie section. It was unbelievable. Although I was mostly only looking at line drawings the range and scope of the things there had me with a soft bulge. I remember wanting to kick myself for not knowing what was hidden in those pages all those years. My ”excuse” was that my parents, for whatever reason, had never dealt with Sears (or Montgomery Ward) and even when I’d seen a random catalog at a friends house I had no reason to peruse it. Dumb me!

I’d spent a lot of time looking at panties in stores but I probably saw more choices in the pages I was staring at. When I reached the last page I grabbed for the Montgomery Ward book and went looking for their lingerie section. It was another eye opener. However, I did find one thing of great interest... the name “Carol Brent”. It took a few seconds for it to register but when it did it put a big smile on my face. Carol Brent was the trade name Ward’s used on some lines of their lingerie. Once I realized that I started looking in earnest for the cotton panties that I now knew Janelle, from next door, was wearing at least at night. When I located them they were in a section of what I would call “warm wear”, in with long johns and like garments. I also liked their price at 6 for $3.99. I was excited enough to think about driving down town to order some right then. But reality took hold and I knew I need to be ready for when Jay called so put the catalog number on a piece of paper and stuffed it in my wallet.

Jay called at around 7pm and said to be back around 8pm. I helped Elle get the girls ready for bed and then left for work. Jay had indicated that we’d work only to midnight and if everything was working we’d still be able to make our deadlines. When I walked in there was no one there... no Jay, Jo or repairmen. All the panels were back on the computer and it was running so it seemed as if all was well. There were no notes warning that the machine was ‘down“ so I took the first tray of payroll cards and started in. A few minutes later I saw Jay coming from the back of the room. He looked a bit disheveled but Jay was never one for neatness so I didn’t say anything. It wasn’t quite 8pm and I figured Jo would be walking through the door at any minute. I was putting the first processed tray in line for the printer when I saw someone go out the back door. Whoever it was was wearing dark trousers and had shirttails hanging out. At first II thought it was probably one of the repair people. A few minutes later Jo walked in the main doors. She was her usual cheerful self with a big smile on her face. As she walked past me I saw that the back of her blouse was out and that she was wearing dark pants. It took but a second for me to connect the ”dots“... She and Jay had to have been in one of the storage rooms. Now it was my turn to smile.

That weekend Elle was in a ”tizzy“ about weather to have a birthday party, with guests, for Anne. At two years old she didn’t have any true friends. She played mostly with her sister, Jean, and her friend, Julie. Never knowing when she’d be called in to teach she figured it would be just her luck to get a call that day. She’d learned that once you made it to the top of the substitute list you just didn’t ever want to turn down a job or you’d go to the bottom of the list. Elle mentioned her concerns to Millie who told her that she and her daughters would step in and help if it came to that. So, that weekend we did the planning for the party, buying all the decorations. One of the things Elle definitely wanted was to have pictures. I went to get the camera to see if I needed film and found it wasn’t there. I was puzzled and concerned. It was my grandfather’s good Polaroid camera.

To be continued...

2011-06-25T14:42:00.002-04:00

END OF SUMMER... September (Part 74g)

Back from my ”duty“ I found something to eat and sat at the dining room table. With cash a little tight during the Summer without Elle’s teaching money, we’d created a ”want vs need“ list. Because I’d gotten a Sears credit card to buy tires and other things to help out Lance’s used car business Elle and I used it a few times when we'd came upon a ”need“ that couldn’t be put off. As I sat there the ”Wish Book“ was open to a page that showed dolls. Anne, our youngest was going to be two in just a few weeks. Jean, our oldest had a doll as did her good friend, Julie. Since Jean never went anywhere without Anne it had become a problem since she didn’t have her own doll and was always trying to take one of the other girl’s dolls. Elle and I both felt that age two was a little young for a ”good“ doll so Sears was going to be the source. As I looked at the page I noticed a few pieces of paper slipped into other areas of the catalog. I flipped to the pages so noted and saw that she’d picked out a few items of clothing. With our anniversary the day after Anne’s birthday and her own birthday coming at the end of October I took the hint. One of the items was a sweater in a color that we both liked. I decided to take down the catalog number and to order it. I figured that if she got bold enough to ask for it I’d play hard hearted and say we couldn’t afford it. One way or the other I was going to surprise her.

I needed to do some maintenance on my car that afternoon and and went to Sears for what I needed. While there I ordered the sweater. By the time I was finished Elle was back home. When I walked in I noticed there were now two catalogs on the table but didn’t say anything. The kids had fallen asleep on her way home and were sleeping. As I walked past the table I pretended to ignore the catalogs. It only took Elle a few seconds for her to call my attention to the one opened to the dolls. I told her dolls weren’t in my field of interest so to just pick out whichever one she thought would work. It was then that I asked about the other catalog.

It was from Montgomery Ward. She said they'd just opened a catalog store in the building right next to my grandparents house. I’d just come from there and hadn’t even noticed. She said that Millie, the next door neighbor, had told her about it and had brought over her catalog but she had yet to look at it. I still had things to do in the yard including putting the kids plastic pool away for the Winter. Since it was semi rigid plastic the only place for it was under the trailer. That meant I had to remove some of the skirting to slide it under. I’d put off doing it for just that reason. I’d gotten two of the four pieces off when Jim walked up and said he’d pick me up at 5:30pm. I remember looking at him wondering just what he was talking about. Seeing my puzzled look he asked if I’d forgotten that we were going to the stock car races. I had. When the races were canceled the previous Saturday I’d somehow put it in my brain that the season was over. Jim laughed and walked away. As I finished up with the pool I figured Elle wouldn’t take the news of me heading for the races all that well. She’d hinted that it would be nice for us to have a ”movie date“ especially since the movie that was playing was one she’d heard was good. I’m not sure what the name of it was but it starred Jack Lemmon and Kim Novak... who I’d had a crush on from the first time I’d seen her. I was mad at myself for forgetting about the races.

When I walked into the trailer and casually asked if she could fix me a bite to eat she knew something was up and that it wasn’t good. I tried to explain how I’d promised Jim and Andy that I’d go to the last night of races with them a long time ago. She looked at me and told me I could fix my own ”bite“ to eat and headed down the hallway. She pretty much ignored me until I went out the door.

Our new friend, Eric, also went with us and we had a good time. As I remember it Jim’s cousin didn’t fare too well in the featured race but Eric had a good time chatting with him. For my part I caught up with my friend, Cliffy, who was now out of the Navy and working for his father. Cliffy’s father had built my first race car and had owned race cars at the track for ten years. They weren’t racing that night but Cliffy told me they were in the process of building a new car to race in the top division for the next season. I told him of my ”acquisition“ of a race car and how Eric was going to help me. I also mentioned that I didn’t have a motor and wondered if they knew of one that might be available. Cliffy laughed and said they sure did. It was the motor that his father had been running but it had blown a piston and that was why the car wasn’t there that night. My first thought was that I didn’t really want a damaged engine but before I could say anything Cliff Sr. said it was an easy fix and that he’d sell it to me at a ”right“ price. I was excited. All of a sudden the idea of my racing was becoming somewhat real. All I had to do now was to come up with some money... but I had about seven and one half months to do so. I was happy even though I knew I knew I would be in for a few ”snuggle free“ nights at home until Elle calmed down.

To be continued...

2011-06-23T21:16:00.002-04:00

END OF SUMMER... September (Part 74f)

Discretion being the better part of valor, I persuaded Jay to hold off until the fallout over the new tape drive eased. Leo, the Deputy Controller, was still seething over the fact that Jay had made the request for it directly to the Controller, bypassing him. I suggested that we come up with some empirical data to support the additional person to strengthen the need. Reluctantly, he agreed. He created a log for each of us to document just what we were doing and when we did it with special emphasis on when we needed help to complete our projects in a timely manner. We figured that a few weeks would be enough.

Other than that the week went by fairly normal until Friday. Once the regular payroll was done and the bills were paid we still had reports to run. However, Jay had a number of new programs he needed to test on the computer. That put both Jo and I behind so we ended up staying later than usual so as to not be ”thrashing“ on the following Monday morning. Actually, there were four of us still there after 5pm. I was running the decollating machine which was near what we called the ”back door“. The main entrance had glass in it with the department name lettered on it. The other door was further down the hall and had no window. We often used it because it was close to where we usually worked. From the time we arrived until the last person left the door was unlocked. I looked up and there was Rena. Once we made eye contact she made a motion as if to unbutton her blouse. It only took a second for me to figure out what she was doing. She wanted to know if I was going to come over to her office for my ”Friday night peek“. I looked around and even though everyone was busy I thought better of it and waved her off. It had been a few weeks since the last time and, although tempted, didn’t want to give any wrong ideas to Jay and Jo. I can tell you that I didn’t need x-ray vision to know what was happening right across the hall.

Saturday was going to be a "bear". I hadn’t mowed the lawn in over two weeks and it looked terrible. I hadn’t been over to see my grandfather in almost a month and felt guilty about it. The list went on from there. Elle’s godmother was visiting her parents so she took the kids to show them off as I started on the lawn. She hadn’t been gone for long when Eric, the new guy in our little group (and race car driver), showed up at my fence. He told me he’d taken a close look at the race car and felt that roll cage needed to be re-welded. He said he could do it if I knew anyone with an arc welder. I didn’t, off hand, but was excited that he’d taken enough interest to check the car out and to make the offer. We’d been chatting for a while when I saw his wife headed for us. The night I’d first seen her the only part that I really saw was her butt as she climbed the stairs to go in their trailer. Let’s put it this way... her outstanding feature was her body. It wasn’t that she was unattractive but most guys concentrated on her ”top“ and ”bottom“. She’d come to fetch Eric for a phone call and as they walked away I watched her nice round bottom stride off. I was looking for a VPL. Unfortunately, her pants were too dark to see much but I can still see those cheeks swaying as she walked away.

Not only had it been a long time since I’d seen my grandfather, it’d been a lot longer since I’d taken him up to the hospital see my grandmother. His health had failed enough for him to need a wheelchair on those visits. As I wheeled him down the hall I saw a face that I thought I recognized. It was Cammy, a private duty nurse who had worked taking care of my grandmother before she was hospitalized and I’d seen her at the house on a few occasions a few years back. As I reintroduced myself I was struck by the tight white uniform she was wearing and as she continued on down the hall I turned and could see the definite outline of her panties through it, riding on her hips. If I hadn’t been pushing my grandfather I’d would’ve definitely found a reason to follow her.

There was absolutely no change with my grandmother. Totally in another world. It was sad watching my grandfather take one of her hands and then try to talk with her. It was only a few minutes before Cammy walked into the room. My sadness went away instantly. She went over to my grandmother and leaned towards her to try and put another pillow behind her. As she did I got a partial VPL with a bit of crotch line. I don’t know if her uniform was extra sheer but the white of her panties through it (and maybe a slip) was very clear. When she straightened up I took the time to see what she really looked like and she definitely qualified as ”cute“. That was a deadly combination... VPL and cute.

Technically, my grandmother shouldn’t have been in the hospital. She should’ve been in a nursing home. However, my grandfather had made a number of large contributions when they were building the hospital and the Trustees were somewhat beholden to him so she was allowed to stay. He still had to pay for the room and the only caveat was that he had to provide private care nurses for her. That’s where Cammy came in. She’d impressed my grandfather when she’d cared for my grandmother a few years earlier but she had a somewhat permanent position until that lady died. Once free, my grandfather hired her. Based upon what I’d seen that day it was OK by me!

To be continued...

2011-06-20T11:44:00.000-04:00

END OF SUMMER... September (Part 74e)

Jack and I were on the road by 6am. Being a Saturday the traffic was fairly light. As we approached my town Jack suggested that I drop him off at his grandparents who lived there as well. I liked the idea because it would save me about an hour. I was really looking forward to seeing Elle and the kids as this was the longest time I’d been away from them. I’d decided to take the boat to my parents garage for Winter storage the next day to give me a chance to relax. The first thing I noticed as I made the turn towards the trailer was that the station wagon was gone. As I pulled up in front I saw clothes on the wash line. I knew Elle couldn’t be too far away. Inside, I found a note on the table telling me that she had taken the kids as well as Millie and her daughters to her mother’s to go swimming in the bay. That puzzled me as it looked like it was about to rain. I was trying to digest all of this when the phone rang. It was Elle. It was raining at her mother’s house and she wanted me to collect all the clothes off the line even if they weren’t completely dry. I was on the way out the door when the phone rang again. It was Elle, again, asking me to do the same for Millie’s clothes.

I was just about finished with our wash line when it started to sprinkle. For us it was mostly sheets and the kids clothes. I dumped them all in the bathtub and ran outside to get Millie’s things. As I stepped over the fence I got a glimpse of one of my favorite things... panties. The wind had come up and as it blew the sheets closest to me to and fro I could see panties behind them. I ducked under the sheets and there were four panties that, from their size, had to be Janelle’s swinging back and forth on the line. Over time I’d seen a number of Janelle’s panties and they'd all been nylon or acetate. These were obviously cotton and they were also band leg. I grabbed at the one closest to me and as as soon as I did I could tell that they were a heavy cotton. But they weren’t like Elle’s, heavy ribbed cotton, but were very soft like my T shirts. As I inspected them I could feel that they were a lot heavier and softer than my shirts. By then it had started to rain but I wanted to see the label... Carol Brent size small. Another new brand! As the rain increased I started just pulling the wash off the line letting the clothes pins fall where they may. I got to the last line and discovered two pair of plastic panties. The answer to the question I’d asked before leaving for the championships was on the wash line. Millie had taken the advice to help Janelle and her night time wetting... and I had another brand of panty to research and find. Carrying the wash back to the trailer I could feel the bulge in my pants.

I put Millie’s wash on the dining room table and took a closer look at the cotton panties. I knew that Janelle wore a size 4 nylon panty having seen a few of them but these were obviously larger. I went to get a pair of Elle’s cotton ones and laid them on top of what I was sure were Janelle’s and they were about the same size. It was a bit puzzling but, by the same token, interesting. Interesting in the sense that Millie had to have gotten them locally and that meant if I could find out where I’d buy some for Elle.

Before Elle got home I got a call from Jim. With rain the stock car races had been postponed. I’d forgotten that I’d told him that I’d go on the last night of the season. I actually gave out a sigh of relief. I couldn’t even imagine what the conversation between Elle and I would have been like if I’d told her I was going to the races that night.

When Elle got back Millie went to her trailer to close the windows before coming to collect her wash. I was tempted to point out the cotton panties to Elle but decided not to. Millie thanked me for “rescuing” her clean wash and I remember thinking that it was I who should be thanking her for asking me. If she hadn’t I wouldn’t have been made aware of another brand of interesting panties.

Back at work on Monday I was greeted by a new look. The correct panels had been installed to define our work area. No longer would people walking down the hall be able to look in at us. Inside, panels had been put up to create defined storage areas. Even though we’d only been in the space a short time I’d become used to the openness of it and now it seemed more confined. I could also see the channels had been laid down for the panels to create an office for Jay. It was going to take some getting used to.

Even with the short week and my absence the Police payroll went off without a hitch. I was about to start in on the reports for it when the door from the hall opened. It was Rena. She just stuck her head in to say “Hi” and disappeared. What was missing, though, was Jay. I asked Jo where he was and she said he was preparing for a Board of Supervisors meeting. They were going to consider leasing the new tape drive that the three of us had gone to the city to see demonstrated earlier in the year. That was good news... if they passed the proposal. The department was in desperate need of help both mechanical and in personnel. We’d been able to keep up mostly though the dedication of Jay, Jo, Lucy and myself, finding ways to get more done in the same amount of time.

When Jay walked in he looked “drained”. Never one for stepping forward in a true leadership role, he’d been put through what he called a “wringer” with all their questions. He said he had no idea of how they would vote but said the Controller was talking with the Supervisors when he was excused. About mid day the Controller walked in to give Jay a “thumbs up”. It was great news and Jay, Jo and I took off to have a celebratory lunch.

I was truly surprised when Jay took us to the restaurant that Rena worked at. I asked why he’d chosen that place and he said that Rena had come in a few time the week before and suggested it. I wondered why Rena had been “visiting“ when, basically, the only person she knew in DP was me... but I didn’t pursue it. It was somewhat strange to be eating ”real“ food at lunch but we had a good time. Jay went over his plans for the new piece of equipment and also the pressing need for an additional machine operator. He, again, asked both Jo and I if we felt Lucy could handle it and we said we were OK with it. We all knew the request for the new position was sitting in the Deputy Controller’s office but Jay hadn’t wanted to go up against him with the approval for the tape drive pending. With that over with he said he was now ready to do battle.

To be continued...