MARRIED... and facing the real world (Part47b)

I still hadn’t told her my ulterior motive for heading for Buffalo. Once dressed we checked out and found a diner for some breakfast. As we ate she kept after me as to what we were going to do for the rest of the day. I still wouldn’t give in. It wasn’t until she saw a road sign reading ”Niagara Falls“ that she understood. I hoped she’d be pleased and her reaction told me that she was.

I’d specifically asked her to just wear a pair of nylon panties, promising that I’d find toilets to meet her needs during the day. We stayed on the US side and took in most of the things you can do from there. I kept my promise and she stayed dry... until the Maid of the Mist voyage. The rain slickers that were provided were barely adequate as they were way too big. The mist managed to get under them and our hair was wet as well as our clothes all down the front. When we got back to the dock I asked Elle how wet she was and she gave me one of ”those” looks. I was really just asking about her blouse and skirt but what she was trying to tell me was that she’d wet herself while we were riding around in the boat. However, it wasn’t until we were away from the other people that she was able to get through to me. She wasn’t mad and explained that she’d gotten chilled between the swirling winds and the cold mist and “it just happened”. Truthfully, knowing that she was wet excited me but, I was somewhat concerned because I’d persuaded her to not wear a package. But she was OK with it and we continued on with our touring.

When we got back to the car she was satisfied with just putting a pair of heavy cotton panties on over the now damp ones. She did this in the front seat of the car before we took off to find a place to eat letting me get a good view. After eating and because she’d done no studying at all up to this time she suggested that we head back while it was still light so she could do some reading while I was driving. As we drove I had this kind of euphoria about our time together. Just glancing over at her and knowing that we really were man and wife was a wonderful feeling.

Saying good bye was hard. Reality came back to my thoughts on my way back to my school. I knew I had to get some sort of job once the horses shipped out and the only thing I could think of was at the student co-operative at the job I had in the Spring flipping hamburgers. It was a minimum wage job paying $1.00 an hour. The most hours I’d worked in the Spring were 15 and I could make that on a good night at the track. It wasn’t too appealing but at least it was something.

That week I stopped in to see Dr F to see if there was anything new on getting a grant from the state to start a program for kids out of school like Joanne. I knew as soon as I stepped into his office that it wasn’t a good time to be there. He was obviously upset. He actually started a tirade about a piece of equipment that he was working on. I stood there for a few seconds then started to leave. As I reached the door he told me to stop. I did and he walked towards me with a handful of papers. Gruffly, he told me to sit down and to put this heavy piece of paper that was filled with little round holes over one of the papers he had in his hand. He then told me to count all the marks I could see through the holes. I had not the faintest Idea what I was doing. As I was counting he was timing me. It took about a minute and then he wrote the number I gave him on top of the paper. He then studied the paper and cursed. He then went to his desk and did some calculating. Then he asked if I wanted a job. (Explanation... Dr F was in the process of writing a “paper” to be published in an educational journal and he was in the process of collecting raw empirical data. He’d arranged to rent an IBM machine that would score IQ exams taken at High Schools all across the country so that he could use the raw data. The problem was that the machine made far more errors than was acceptable. When I walked in he got the idea to possibly have people score the tests and wanted to time me on just how long it would take. By doing a calculation of the time it took me to score a paper he was able to project that he would be better off having humans score the exams rather that use the machine that he didn’t trust plus eliminating the cost of the machine.) I had no idea what my “job” would be when he asked me but when he explained it I thought it was a great job. He was offering me 2 cents per paper to hand score them. I jumped at the opportunity. Later, I figured that I could probably score 90 of them per hour which would mean pay at $1.80 an hour plus I didn’t have to stand on my feet and get all smelly flipping hamburgers. Plus, it was up to me just when I wanted to work. All I could think of was how lucky I was that I’d walked in at the right time.

I started in the very next day. So much for my new emphasis on studying. Dr F wanted me to do the work in his office which was a bit of a hassle. But, he really didn’t know me and it was a matter of building a trust with him. In the first two days I proved to myself that I could score at least 90 per hour. I found out that there were somewhere around 7500 papers and maybe even more to come. Since I had to work at the track that Saturday night I arranged with Dr F to work all day Saturday. My first weeks work netted me around $20. Not a lot but it sure came in handy. What I didn’t realize was that I was building a “bond” with Dr F.

Sunday with Elle was a lot less fun than our previous time together. It was a stormy day and after a short time in the car being buffeted by wind and rain (remember, the car was a convertible) we gave up and headed for the Student Union. It seemed so long ago since we’d used it as our refuge. Elle wouldn’t let me get too “close” and we ended up spending most of the time studying. I was really frustrated. Here we were, legally married, and not able to be really together. I found myself thinking seriously about getting a place to stay. By the time Elle had to get back to the sorority we had discussed looking for an apartment. We, reluctantly, agreed that we had to maximize the use of the monies that had already been paid for our room and board so it meant that we’d have to try and hide Elle’s pregnancy as long as possible.

AJ had decided over that weekend that he was going to ship out on Thursday. Wednesday night, my last night working with the horses, I went to say good bye to Clyde and found him talking with Harry, the guy who commuted almost two hours to race his horses. He saw me and sort of gestured for me to wait until he was through. As I mentioned earlier, Clyde had not had a good season and had told me that he was worried about making it through the Winter. It turned out that Harry had offered him a part time job that would allow Clyde to keep training the few horses that he had under his care. The problem for Clyde was that it meant that he’d have to spend the Winter at Harry’s place living in their trailer and wouldn’t be able to live at his and Jane’s home. Harry was the fellow who had multiple businesses and one was running a trailer park and Clyde would get to stay there for free. Clyde had one of those looks of resignation on his normally cheerful face. But, true to his nature, he didn’t dwell on it and asked what my plans were. At that time I just didn’t know and before I could come up with anything he told me to come on down to Harry’s on Saturdays and help out down there. At first I didn’t think it was a good idea but Clyde told me to come on down (it was only 20 or so miles South of Elle’s school) or he’d come up and get me... all with a big goofy grin on his face.

To be truthful, I put the idea in the far recesses of my mind. That weekend Elle and I went looking at available apartments and were mightily discouraged. Rents were way out of line of what we could reasonably pay and those that we saw were anything but desirable. Neither of us felt very “lovey” as we discussed our options. There were a bunch of “what ifs” and they all revolved around going home to tell our parents. We were sure we’d get the $1000 from her parents but, after seeing the apartments felt that if we used the money for that we would be wasting it. But, conversely, as soon as we told my parents I’d be cut off from all help. It all boiled down to how long Elle could go without “showing”. The way we figured she was about 7 weeks and she’d begun to notice that she couldn’t button the button around the waist of some of her skirts. Before I left to back to my school we decided that we’d go home in two weeks.

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MARRIED... and facing the Real World (Part 47a)

The next morning I sure didn’t feel like I was married. I was in an upper bunk at the fraternity house listening to a bunch of guys making a lot of noise. But there was one thing that I knew I had to do and that was to change some of my priorities. Money was and remained the number one priority. That was tough enough when all I had to do was to provide for myself. But the biggest change that I had to make was to concentrate on my studies. To be able to graduate on time I knew I would have to take a loan from the school. There was one basic rule for eligibility and that was you had to have at least a 2.0 grade point average. My tuition had been paid for the Fall semester but I knew that all help from my parents would end the minute my parents knew Elle and I were married. I’d been trying to do more studying but it had been hard while working both the mornings and nights. But, now my work was only at night so I knew I’d have to force myself to use my mornings wisely. I also knew it would be difficult. I had a pretty good time for my first three years and old habits are hard to break. As I got dressed I vowed that I would start on this day.

That night I knew that Clyde would be waiting to tease me at the track based on some of his comments when Elle and I left Doc Z’s the night before. I wasn’t wrong. He did use some discretion in that he only did it when we were alone. Even so, it was still uncomfortable for me.

It was Wednesday night that AJ sort of blindsided me. He had two horses racing that night and one was owned by his new owner. He told me that he wanted me to take the horse to the paddock (where the horses are kept before they race) and take care of him for the the night. I wasn’t happy because I was to be paid $5 for each horse I warmed up and AJ had three horses racing that night. Taking a horse to the paddock only paid $10. It wasn’t just the money because I felt that AJ didn’t trust me with the new owner’s horse. I kept my mouth shut and it paid off as the horse won and the owner gave me an extra $20. I decided I liked the man right then and there.

Friday night Clyde, who hadn’t had a good year racing, came up to me and told me he thought he could win with the horse he had in the second race. AJ had a horse in the first race and I honestly thought it could win. Clyde was confident enough to bet $10 on his own horse which was good enough for me. I sent over a $2 bet on both the horses for the daily double as well as $5 on each of the hoses to win. I rationalized it by telling myself that I was using “found money”. Long story short, I ended up with almost $100.

In spite of knowing that I should be saving as much money as possible I immediately hatched a plan to have a mini honeymoon. Without telling Elle about my good fortune I told her I would be over to pick her up Saturday after her classes and told her to pack things for overnight. That was all I told her. As AJ only had one horse racing that Saturday night I asked if I could have the night off. Since he was only paying me out of guilt for letting me go early, he had no problem with it, and I was only giving up $5. I couldn’t wait for the next day.

Weather in that part of the country can really be beautiful in the Fall and it sure was that day. We had a happy and joyful reunion and it was rather obvious what was on both our minds. Because we were out in front of the sorority it didn’t go very far. When we started out Elle was quickly aware that we weren’t headed down the road to the track but I wouldn’t tell her where we were going. Some people are totally ignorant of direction (East/West etc.) and Elle was one of those. We were headed due West, right into the setting sun. Other than stopping for a toilet break for Elle, we drove straight through to Buffalo.

My roommate was from that area and before I left I had asked him where there was a place that had good food at reasonable prices. He didn’t know but called his parents and got me one. I checked in at a triple A motel and Elle and I proceeded to get to know each other all over again. Then, after a short nap we got dressed and headed out to eat. I got the directions at the desk and quickly found it. I don’t know how long it had been since I’d had steak but this place had a special that looked appealing. Maybe it’s because of the euphoria of the moment but it ranks as one of the best I’ve ever eaten. Back at the room we never turned on the TV. Elle never admitted that it was on purpose but when we undressed her panties were wet which led to some very enjoyable foreplay (at least for me). The “afterplay“ was also pretty enjoyable.

Elle, in her rush to pack and to be ready for me, forgot her alarm clocks that she used to wake herself to use the toilet during the night. We set the room clock and Elle heard it and made it to the toilet in time. But I never heard the alarm, or her, so the alarm wasn’t set again. I woke up to find myself snuggled into a very wet Elle and bed. Instead of being upset I turned it into something pleasant. The room was very warm so I just stripped Elle’s wet pajama top off and we took up where we’d left off the night before.

Showering was fun. It brought back the memory of the first time we’d gone off alone together but with one big change. Elle was no longer as shy being naked... up to a point. As soon as she was dry she did put on a pair of nylon panties and her bra. In that mode of dress she was very comfortable. That was fine with me.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46l)

After I was done I drove back to the college and set the alarm for 7am. I showered and dressed in my suit. At first I was afraid it wouldn’t fit because it had been over a year since I’d last worn it. There was no problem as I’d actually lost weight over the Summer. I drove to the church and it wasn’t until I got out of the car that I started to get nervous. When I walked inside and didn’t see Elle, Jane and Clyde I really got nervous. Finally, Jane and Clyde appeared but not Elle. Clyde had pretty much the same goofy grin on his face as the night before. Jane told me to go get a seat and not to turn around and made me promise not to. Just as I started to walk away someone grabbed my arm. I turned and after a few seconds recognized the man as the State appointed track veterinarian. It turned out that he was a church official. He had also seen Clyde but it took some time to recognize us as he’d never seen us with a tie on or in a suit. He’d read the banns and didn’t recognize the names but now he knew.

The regular service began and ended without me seeing Elle. I couldn’t figure out what was going on. When I stood up I looked around but still didn’t see Elle. I saw Clyde but not Jane. The minister came up to me and said the ceremony would begin as soon as the last parishioner left. He told me to go to the front of the church and he’d meet me there. I did as I was told and about 10 minutes later he appeared. He had me turn towards him and then, much to my surprise, I heard the organ playing “Here Comes the Bride”. I started to turn but the minister stopped me. I was really puzzled. Then, the veterinarian walked up with Elle. I almost didn’t recognize her. Her hair was all done up and she had on a hat with a veil. She was wearing her gray wool suit which I had seen before but even so, she looked different... and very scared. The minister started the proceedings and when he asked who would give the bride in marriage, Dr Z said he would.

That’s all I remember. I know Clyde had the wedding ring but I don’t remember putting it on Elle’s finger. I chose not to wear a wedding ring as I’d been advised by any number of my horsemen friends not to wear any kind of ring as I would get hurt. I’d seen the damage done to some of them and chose not to take a chance. Elle was OK with it. When the service was over, Dr Z stepped up and told the four of us that we were invited to his house for our “reception”. Earlier, he had called his wife to tell her to prepare for four guests. None of us could believe it.

We all had a wonderful time. Dr Z and his wife were just so nice. He went up into his attic and found the “Just Married” sign that had been hung on the rear of their car when they got married and put it on the back of mine. They took pictures and when we were leaving gave us the camera as a present. I can say, without equivocation, that the Z’s made our day. We left their house around 6pm and, as bizarre as it may seem, I had to get Elle back to the sorority by midnight. Of course we did make a stop on our way. I wish I could remember the name of the town where we stopped or the name of the motel but they were not details that I was interested in at the time.

I checked in and carried Elle through the door. I had but one thing on my mind but Elle wanted to be coy. She insisted on doing a slow striptease. As a guy, I never paid much attention to the “little things” that girls sometimes get hung up on. Jane had not only done Elle's hair but she'd dressed Elle up with black stockings along with the garters that she’d worn on her wedding day. Elle wanted to make sure that I got to see them. I grabbed the camera from Elle’s bag and took a picture, for posterity. Once she was finished with her "show" we made straight for the bed.

Neither of us had ever been much for “back to back” sessions but on this night it was different. Thankfully, I didn’t fall asleep. Elle did and I let her sleep for a while, keeping an eye on the clock. My guess was that it would take about an hour from where we were to get back to school and by the time we got back we had little time to spare. I think the hardest thing that I’d ever done up to that time in my life was in leaving Elle that night. I sat in the car, out on the street, for almost an hour. When I got back to my fraternity I couldn’t sleep. The next weekend couldn’t come fast enough.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46k)

I’m not sure if it was that she got tired of me telling her that everything would be OK or the fact that she got hungry that she finally got herself composed. The problem, then, was that her dress was soaked. The only thing we could think of was to go back to the sorority and wait until she was sure that the girls were eating supper and then try to make it up the stairs to her room without being seen. We actually waited on the porch until it appeared that everyone who was there was seated. She made it halfway up the stairs before running into a girl who was coming down. There was no way to hide the fact that she was wet so that didn’t help her already fragile mood. From the porch I could see it happen. As I waited I wondered how she’d be when she returned.

There was only one word to describe it... quiet, very quiet. I wanted to start to plan just what we had to do to actually get married. In spite of our previous “near miss” neither of us had done any research as to the requirements. Because we were in a public restaurant she didn’t want to discuss it. I promised that I’d start the next day since I didn’t have to be at the track until late in the afternoon. She seemed satisfied with that. But I told her that she‘d have to be willing to do some talking on the phone because she had to be a part of the decision making process. Reluctantly, she agreed.

The first thing was that we had to get blood tests. I’m still not sure just what the reason for that was. The next was that we had to post the banns of marriage at the church for three weeks. When I spoke to the minister I lied and told him that I was with the horses and that we’d be gone by that time. He was sympathetic and agreed to count the current week as one and then the next week would be the second and, since Sunday was the first day of the week, it would count as the third. The last obstacle was that we were supposed to be “instructed” by him. The only time we could do it was on the weekend and he agreed to meet with us both Saturday and after church on Sunday. It was going to be a hassle but I convinced Elle that, to meet her requirement of being married in a church, it was the only way it would work.

I picked her up at her school after lunch the following Saturday. We’d both gotten our blood tests and I’d made a trip to the County Clerk’s office for the license. All that was left was to have the instruction and to wait for the 5th of October. Because we were meeting with the minister on two consecutive days I needed to find a place for Elle to stay. I’d casually asked Clyde and his wife if they could/would be available for a couple of hours on that Sunday without telling him why. Some people looked at Clyde as somewhat of a fool but he was anything but. He knew something was up and he kept pressuring me about it. I broke down and told him that Elle and I were going to elope. He thought it was great but, knowing how he was, I was afraid that he’d spread the word. I begged him not to say a word to anyone. He, at his teasing best, said that unless I told him “everything”, he was going to tell. When I told him that Elle and I were getting the “instruction” both Saturday and Sunday he asked where Elle was going to stay. I shrugged my shoulders and he said that she could stay with he and his wife. I wasn’t sure how Elle would take the news but it made sense, especially since I was going to ask them to stand up for us. Clyde was giddy and couldn’t wait to go tell Jane, his wife.

When I brought Elle to their trailer that Saturday Jane was excited as a little kid. Elle quickly got over her shyness and seemed to fit right in. Clyde wasn’t there and I felt out of place so I went back to the barn. It was good because it allowed Elle to tell her of her “problem” and get her to promise she wouldn’t tell Clyde. AJ had a horse in the feature race which meant that it’d be after midnight before I’d be through work. When I stopped back to see Elle a little later and told Jane how late I’d be, she, in a nice way, said she’d see me on Sunday. I really couldn’t say much since they were being nice and putting Elle up for the night.

We went to church on Sunday and had our instruction after the service. Elle really wanted to get back to her school because she hadn’t done any studying on Saturday and she had some tests that week. It was probably the “calmest” we’d been in I don’t know how long. I knew Elle was uptight so didn’t push the item. Some kissing and hugging was as about as exciting as it got.

Since there was no reason to go back to the track so I headed for the fraternity. All the pledges were there and I really didn’t know many of them. I went to my room and found that my roommate had decided to put in bunk beds which shrunk an already tiny room to almost nothing. There was barely room for our desks. I wasn’t too happy but, again, suppressed my actual feelings, trying to keep harmony. Somehow, I managed to stay focused during the week and got some studying done. The worst part of the week was at night, at the track, and the teasing that Clyde put on me. Actually, the week really dragged.

I picked Elle up on Saturday right after her last class. She’d packed her clothes for the weekend, including the ones she would wear for the wedding, when her roommate was out of the room. When I got there I drove into the driveway and into the back yard, something I never did. Elle was waiting and threw the suitcase into the back seat and we were off. I couldn’t tell if she was excited or not. Jane had promised to cook dinner for us as a wedding present. I felt a bad because they didn’t really have the money to spend on food for us but they insisted. It turned out to be steak, something I hadn’t had in a long while. Both Clyde and I had to get up to the track so we left the girls alone. As I went out the door Jane told me that I wouldn’t see Elle until we got to the church the next day. I wondered what that was all about and asked Clyde. He just smiled with his big toothy grin but didn’t answer me.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46j)

It had only been a little over month since the last “crisis” so it wasn’t hard to dredge up most of the thoughts I’d had about what to do if she really was pregnant. I remember quickly going over them and having this feeling that there really wasn’t any need to panic. In fact, I felt pretty confident that if it was true that I had control of the situation. But I quickly remembered that it was Elle who was probably in a panic. Knowing her as well as I did I also knew that trying to discuss the situation over the phone was not an option. There were always girls hovering around the phone waiting their turn. I knew I should drive back to see and talk to her in person. The problem was that AJ was flying down to Lexington with the new owner to look at some horses the next morning and I was somewhat “in charge”. I was to do the training and he’d arranged for one of his friends to drive the horses in races. And, I had to make sure they were ready each night. There really was no way to take a night off.

On top of that I had finally arranged to meet with the head of the Education department to discuss my ideas concerning the lack of educational options for kids like Joanne who couldn’t keep up academically. I was really excited to have the opportunity and I certainly didn’t want to go into the meeting ill prepared. I’d written a bunch of thoughts down, over time, and was trying to put them in logical order. My free time was pretty much non existent. I ended up pushing the situation with Elle into the background.

When I walked into Dr F’s office the look he gave me was not one to give me a lot of confidence. It was one that indicated I was taking up his valuable time. He wore half glasses and as he peered over the top of them to look at me I really wasn’t sure I wanted to be there. I explained to him that Pete, the guy who did the PR at the race track and also worked for the school administration, had suggested that I explain my ideas in person rather than to write them down. He indicated for me to start talking but he continued to flip through the papers that were on his desk. I don’t know at what point that I got his whole attention but when I did he took the glasses off and started a dialog. Long story short; he had been working on a presentation to the State Education department that covered some of the points that I had just made to him but I’d added a couple that he liked. When I left the office I felt really good. It was obvious that he was held in high esteem by the State Education department and that there was a distinct possibility that some sort of grant for an experimental program might be forthcoming after the first of the year. I was so excited that I wanted to go see the T’s and tell them but I had a horse in the first race so had to postpone that to another day.

When AJ got back he was all excited. The new owner had committed to buying four horses and maybe more. That was the good news. The bad news was that he was going to stop racing a few of the horses which meant I really wouldn’t be needed. He wanted to keep the grooms he had on the payroll for later when the new horses were purchased. Hearing that, my first thought was of the loss of money. I rationalized it by telling myself I’d only lose three weeks of pay. But any weeks without pay would be devastating, especially if Elle really was pregnant.

The “ups and downs” of that week was almost like being on a roller coaster, something I never really took to. I was really looking forward to getting over to see Elle and find out if my thoughts were correct concerning her being pregnant. It was hard to sleep, for sure. As the week ended AJ did tell me that he hoped that I’d still come over on race nights to help him. He’d pay me $5 for each horse I’d warm up for him. I did a quick calculation and figured I’d still make around $50 a week. I was pretty sure it was more than I could make working at the co-op at school. The horses he'd selected were turned out to pasture that Saturday which meant that there was no reason to continue to live at the track. I stuffed my track clothes into my suitcase Sunday morning and headed off to see Elle.

As soon as I saw Elle I knew that whatever the problem was that it was affecting her mightily. She looked very tired and although, initially, she said that it was that she’d been studying really hard I knew it was more than that. We headed off to Dee’s special place. I was rather cruel in that I didn’t waste any time in asking if she thought she was pregnant. That started the tears... which flowed, on and off, the rest of the afternoon. She spent more time in my arms, sobbing, than doing anything else. She actually fell asleep at one point and, in so doing, ended up wetting herself. I knew it was happening but knew that by waking her up that the damage had already been done. For my part, I kept trying to assure her that I’d find a way to make it work. The things that were most important to her were that we get married in a church and that she finish college. I assured her that it would be a priority and that we’d both finish school.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46i)

We both fell asleep for a while. When I woke up Elle was standing up looking off into the sunset. Oh how I wish I had a camera. I hadn’t eaten since around 7am and I was famished. As much as I wanted to stay and watch the sun go all the way down I just had to get something in my stomach. I asked Elle if she would pee in her panties for me before we got dressed. She walked up to where I was sitting and spread her legs. I just sat there and watched her pee streaming from her panties, glistening in the sun that was shining through her legs. I remember my ankles being tickled with the splashing of her pee on the ground. She squatted down so I could rub the crotch but she pulled away when I tried to get my finger inside her panties. I asked if she felt comfortable enough at this place to change her panties and, after a few seconds shook her head “no”. I was hoping to get to see her naked in the setting sun but it wasn’t to be. I fetched a pair of the heavy cotton panties from under my seat in the car and helped her slip them on. I really hated to see her put her dress back on. I really enjoyed seeing her, out in daylight, in just her bra and panties and hoped we could reprise it before the weather got too cold.

It was too late for her to get supper at the sorority so we headed for downtown and the Sugar Bowl. As we left the car I manged to get to feel her bottom and it was just a bit damp. The nylon panties, being so sheer, didn’t hold much moisture and the heavy cotton panties soaked up what little was there. I suggested that she pull the hem of her skirt out as she sat down but there were too many people for her to feel comfortable doing it. Because money was so tight we ended up sharing one meal. I could’ve eaten it and another whole one I was so hungry. I pretty much knew she was going to want to go study when we finished so I wasn’t too disappointed when we got back to the sorority and all I got was a long kiss while still in the car. My trip back to the track was quick as my mind was occupied with what all that had transpired during the afternoon.

On Monday, AJ wanted to know where I’d been. My first thought was that Pop, who I’d asked to look after my horses, had forgotten. But that wasn’t it. He’d wanted to talk with me about his upcoming plans. When he’d gone over them with me he kind of surprised me by asking if I could bring Elle over to meet him and Mrs AJ the following Sunday. I wondered if he and Clyde had, by some unlikely chance, gotten together to convince me to introduce her to them. AJ said Mrs AJ wanted to prepare a nice Sunday dinner for us. I knew Elle wouldn’t be too happy as she hated being “put on display”, as she called it. Again, it was midweek before I got in contact with her. Even before I mentioned the invitation I could sense that something was on her mind. I knew from experience that if I asked what was bothering her she’d reply, “Nothing”.

I left the track that Sunday to go get Elle around 9:30am or so. We were supposed to be at AJ’s house at 1pm and we barely made it. Elle wore her new dress and really looked nice. I made a few half hearted tries at feeling her panties but she told me to have some patience. Just hearing those words started a bulge. AJ rented the same house each year. The lady who owned it would move upstairs for the Summer giving the AJ’s the whole downstairs. There was a nice back yard with wooden lawn furniture that reminded me of what my parents had. Elle, in spite of her reluctance, was a “hit” with both AJ and his wife. Of course AJ had told Mrs AJ about the problem with my grandparents and, as I found out later, they wanted to judge Elle on her own merits. The whole afternoon went by very quickly and, as Elle had homework, she didn’t want to leave too late. I convinced her to let me show her the horses at the stable. They’d already been fed so it was absolutely dead quiet when we arrived. The two horses that I was caring for were on the backside of the barn. There were only a couple of other trainer’s horses over there and the stalls next to my two horses were empty. Elle was complaining of the smell but I convinced her to at least step inside so she could make good on her veiled promise of “have patience”. I held her close and managed to get my hand up under her skirt and found her wearing nylon panties. I was going to ask her for a “squirt” but her crotch was already a bit wet. I didn’t say anything and tried to enjoy the moment. But it was clear that she was uncomfortable so I let her go. As we walked around the end of the barn I saw Clyde’s trailer. I knew Elle wanted to leave but I dragged her down there hoping that he was there. Not only was he and Jane there but they were cooking hamburgers on a grill. Clyde was a very loud and vocal (but harmless) person and when he saw me with a female he yelled out “So you’re Elle!“ I hadn’t really explained Clyde to her so she was a bit taken aback. He insisted that we join them, at least for a soda. It was probably an hour later before we got away. Elle was only a bit upset, admitting that they were ”fun people”.

The only thing I got Elle to tell me on the way back was that Barbara Ann, her roommate from the Spring, hadn't returned to school and that the rumor was that she was pregnant. If I’d really thought about it I could’ve probably figured out what was really on her mind. The news about Barbara Ann should've been the hint but it wasn’t until I was almost all the way back to the track that it hit me. When I’d finally gotten to feel Elle's panties she didn’t have a sanitary pad on. She’d told me the week before that her period was due any day. When I was able to see her on a weekly or regular basis I kept mental notes when she should have it but with only a few exceptions she would let me know exactly when it came. All of a sudden I was perspiring.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46h)

We didn’t drive too far before we saw a small restaurant and I pulled in. She had her “spares” in hand as she got out of the car but I asked her to just put on only one pair, “just for me”. She smiled as she walked away and I sat there hoping she’d respond favorably. I’d planned to “check her out” when she got back in the car but she rebuffed me. I wasn’t expecting that and responded like a child, pretty much ignoring her. I did stop about two hours later. I didn’t say anything to her at all. When she got back in the car she crawled across the seat and lifted her skirt. When I didn’t put my hand on her crotch she took it off the steering wheel and pressed it up between her thighs. Much to my surprise it was more than a bit wet. “Are you happy now?“ was what she said with a little edge to it. (It was something that I’d heard before and would, many times again.) I think what surprised me the most was that we were well within an hour of her school. She could’ve very easily stayed dry and not have to worry about it when we arrived. But I did appreciate it, a lot!

I was pretty much forgotten once I’d unloaded her things. She was all caught up with her sorority sisters and what they’d done over the Summer. I couldn't believe that she was still wearing the peed in panties with all these people around her. I told her I’d call sometime around mid week and headed off to my college. There was no point in going to the race track as it would’ve been almost 10pm when I got there. I wasn’t going to work the next morning anyway as I had to meet with the Dean of Students and confirm my course schedule for the semester. As I drove I couldn’t help but think about Elle and how she’d wet her panties, just for me. Hmmmmm.

Everything went well with my meeting. My Summer school credits had been accepted and the head of the Economics department had signed off on me rejoining the program. I actually didn’t have to register. It had been taken care of by the administration so, other than a quick stop at the fraternity to leave off the check for room and board for the semester, I was off to work.

The first words out of AJ’s mouth were to ask me if I’d spoken with my grandfather. He was not pleased that I hadn’t but accepted it when I told him my father told me not to because it would upset him too much. In fact, my father didn’t even tell him I was home. The big news, even though I was only gone 4 days, was that AJ had landed a new, rich, owner who was going to buy three or four horses at the auctions later in the Fall. It was good news as AJ was down to just 14 horses (18 if you counted the four that were racing at the track in the city). My schedule called for me to work until 10am and then leave for classes. I’d return by 4pm and work as late as I had to depending on what races the horses were in. My best friend at the stables, Ed, was still with the horses that were at the track in the city. I’d become friendly with a young trainer/driver by the name of Clyde (really) who was introduced to me by the guy, Harry, the trainer/driver who I’d met the season prior. He was the guy who commuted two hours each way from his home and businesses. Clyde lived with his wife, Jane, in a trailer that was parked just at the edge of the barn area. It wasn’t very far from the barn where AJ’s horses were stabled. During the month of August I’d gone down to their trailer on Sunday afternoons to just talk. Clyde was a character and you either liked him or you didn’t. AJ didn’t and tried to discourage me from spending too much time with him. He thought Clyde wasn’t serious enough about the business but I found that not to be true. Once I was back we got together again but because Sunday’s were the only time I could see Elle, I had to tell him our Sunday afternoon visits were ended. He responded by telling me to bring Elle on up to the track.

I don’t remember what day it was that I finally was able to get hold of Elle. She complained about having to sit in class saying she was ”spoiled” by having been so free to move around when she was practice teaching. The roommate situation had been resolved and Dee was the one. She would’ve preferred Nancy with whom she’d roomed her first three years but she and Dee had one major thing in common, they were both engaged. I told her I’d be there around noontime but that she should eat before I arrived as money was tight. She sounded excited.

It was a beautiful late Summer day. Elle was excited to tell me that she had been given Dee and her fiance’s “secret” parking place. Dee’s fiance had graduated in May and was now in the Army so it wasn’t going to be used anyway. I was “game” for it. I liked the place I’d found the previous Fall but Elle never fell all that comfortable there. In a way it was sort of funny to find out how close to the town it was located. It took a little hunting to find the road (path) into it but it was an idyllic place. After going though this thicket of scrub trees we ended up on a small clearing that looked out onto a the valley that ran down the West side of the town. It promised some pretty sunsets if we were to stay late enough. As anxious to get up close and personal with Elle as I was (small bulge almost all the way there) I couldn’t help but take a good look around. The chances of being found were slim to none which made Elle really comfortable.

Being warm out and also being secluded allowed me to ask Elle if she’d undress down to just her bra and panties. She didn’t resist at all and I rather enjoyed watching her do the “strip”. She was wearing a pair of the nylon panties that I’d bought her at Christmas that had the distinctive diamond like crotch. They were more sheer than all the other nylon panties Elle had and she was reluctant to wear them except with me. After she’d finished I let her undress me. We’d spread the beach towel I kept in my car and after a while we ended up in an embrace with her lying on top of me. I managed to free my penis from my underpants and it was now between her inner thighs and in her crotch. I enjoyed that but I really wanted her panties to be wet so I could ride up and down more easily. I asked if she could sit up and give me a “squirt” and she willingly did. She sat on me with her legs straddling my hips. I watched as her pee escaped her panties and as soon as it did she started to rock back and forth. It was only a short time before she was back lying on top of me with my penis now planted in her wet panties crotch. Time meant nothing and the next thing I knew I was on top of her. I asked if I should use a rubber and she said that her period was due any day so there was no need. That was good to hear because there was certainly a noticeable difference without it.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46g)

You probably won’t believe me but even with her in just her bra and panties I wasn’t totally “hard”. When she had me down to just my underpants she reached under her seat and pulled out a towel and then, on her knees facing me, reached for my hand and placed it between her legs. Within seconds she began peeing. As soon as she did I “sprang to life“. I didn’t get to rub very much as she urged me to slide over into the passenger seat. When I did she straddled me and within a few seconds was moving the leg elastic of her panties and trying to guide my penis inside. If I were to guess it took less than five minutes for her to undress both herself and me, empty her bladder, get me positioned and have me inside her. I do remember protesting that I didn’t have any ”protection“ and she replied by placing her lips on mine and kissing me as hard as I think she’d ever done. At the same time she was making all the effort... up and down and up and down and up and down...

When I felt myself starting to come I remember putting my hands on her hips and trying to lift her off me and saying ”JUMP!“ All that did was to make her press down harder onto me. I remember coming... In spite of the concern that had been on my mind it totally blanked it out. I remember sitting there, totally spent with her still straddling me and continuing to kiss me. If someone had walked past I wouldn’t have cared and I don’t think she would’ve either.

Eventually Elle slid over to my left and just snuggled into my side with my arm around her. I have no idea how long we stayed like that and I have no idea what caused us to decide that we better get to bed. My original thought had been to try and leave the next morning around 8am but as we started putting ourselves back together I was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen. Elle didn’t want to put her new dress back on as messy as we were. She was still wearing the panties that she’d wet to start our little escapade and we’d not been overly careful after that. I remember her up on her knees leaning over into the back seat, her damp white pantied behind right there in my face, reaching for her things. When she slid back down into the seat she had a paper bag in her hand. Then I remembered that she’d brought it with her when I picked her up for the banquet. It held Penny’s shorts and panties that she’d borrowed a few nights earlier. I’d seen her put it in the back seat but I was so preoccupied with what had happened in the race that I just put it out of my mind. She’d forgotten about them as well and they were still in the car. I suggested that she put the shorts on and then my shirt. Even with the slim chance that her mother might see her it would be a lot easier to explain than if she got caught trying to sneak in wearing only her bra and panties. She agreed.

Her ”cure“ for my depression worked. I went to bed thinking about what we’d both jut experienced and I was actually looking forward to being back at school and seeing her every weekend. My father knew I’d wanted to get away fairly early so he dutifully woke me around 6am. I’d done little to prepare my things for college and other than the clean clothes my mother had ready for me I had a lot to do in a short period of time. Not surprisingly Elle had almost all her things packed and ready to go. As soon as she saw me by the trunk of my car she brought a box over. Just seeing her made me tingle all over. It had really been special the night before.

Because it was Labor Day I knew the traffic, at least into and around the city, would be especially bad. I told Elle that she needed to be prepared and it would probably be 4 or more hours until we could stop. That meant she needed to be wearing a "package”, including plastic pants. I also suggested that she have spares to change into when we did stop. It was closer to 10am than 8am when we finally pulled away. My prognostication proved to be right... four and 1/2 hours to our usual place to stop, “The Red Apple”, both going to and coming back from her college. It was also a favorite place for buses to stop as well and when Elle went in to change she was met by a long line. She came back to ask what she should do and, although I enjoyed her being wet, I knew she was uncomfortable the way she was. I told her to get out a towel but when she reached under the seat there wasn’t any there. It was then I remembered that they were all stuffed in to the trunk of my car, still wet with pee. I never had a chance to wash the ones she’d used while I was home. Elle quickly remembered that her towels for school were all in a box in the back seat. I started off while she went through her boxes to find the right one. As she leaned over the seat I flipped her skirt up to see her “package”. It was obvious that she was soaked. When she finally found the right box she folded it neatly and spread it out under her and then asked what she was supposed to do. I’d gotten the idea for her to strip off her whole package and then to put on a dry pair of panties but hadn’t expressed that to her. Just the thought of her doing that had started a pretty nice bulge in my pants. But, in spite of her “loosening up” in the way she had the night before, she still wasn’t about to get naked if there was even the slightest chance someone might see her that way, even though her skirt would hide it. I was able to persuade her to slide everything off but one pair of very wet panties. I also got her to pull the soaked sanitary pad she had on under them out as well. I promised that we’d stop at the first reasonable looking place we came to.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46f)

Sunday dawned with fog and drizzle. Those make for a bad combination for sailboat racing. The race was to start at 10am but it kept being pushed back with the hope that the fog would lift. Also, there was little wind to help move the fog away or to propel us around the racecourse. It was almost noon when the word went out to launch the boats. The race committee made two attempts to start the race, aborting them both. The traditional race course was a triangle and we would race around the marks twice. When it got to be close to 1pm they announced that the course was changed and we would only use two marks. Because the fog had lifted only close to shore they decided that the course would stay fairly close to it. The wind was still light and coming out of the East, not a usual direction. With the tide going out it called for those in the ”know“ to start the race and to go to the left side of the course. But... the wind changed... about 30 degrees. Basic sailboat race course management called for the race committee move the marks or to abandon the race when there was a permanent wind shift of 20 degrees or more. They didn’t. Those of us on the left side of the course were put into a very unfavorable position. We rounded the first mark in 28th place and, with the way the marks were placed. very little chance to improve our position. It was going to be a follow the leader procession. From where we were we could see one boat WAY out in front of the others. It was obvious to both Rick and I that whoever it was had been very lucky and probably would’ve been last if the wind had not changed. I checked behind me and saw that my club mate, the one who had been leading in the standings at the start of the race, was about 5 boats behind me.

We ended up finishing 24th, a slight improvement. My club mate moved up to 25th, right behind me. But we knew those finishes would be devastating to our overall positions. Rick and I were boiling mad. Our club mate was too. On our way to the finish we decided to protest the race committee. Neither of us had ever done it but knew there were special rules that governed how it was to be done. Unfortunately, we didn’t do it the right way so were rebuffed, only making us madder. Some other competitors did the same which served only to delay the posting of the final standings. If there was one common thread that went all up and down the beach as we hauled the boats out of the water was that the race committee ”blew it“.

The winner of the race? Lola. Unbelievable! She should’ve been last and here she was the winner and by a large margin. All the boats were out of the water and most packed up and ready to leave by the time we got the word that the protest of the race committee had been disallowed. I was the maddest I think I’d ever been. I ended up finishing 9th overall and my club mate had dropped from first to 4th. We’d been robbed and I’ll admit that in looking back at my behavior, I was out of line. I said some things that I shouldn’t have said and to people who really weren’t at fault. Rick, who also had tickets to the awards banquet, said he wouldn’t attend. I said I wouldn’t either as we hooked the boat to the car.

My father, although sympathetic, told me that I better attend, ”or else“. Elle also felt the same. Of course she had a vested interest in going... she’d bought a new dress to go back to school with and this was a perfect occasion to wear it. I don’t remember any conversation between the two of us all the way back to the yacht club. Once there I got all kinds of condolences from the people I knew but it really didn’t make me feel any better. I remember looking at the trophy display and it made the hurt even greater as I only missed out on the 7th place trophy by three positions in the last race. My club mate took his loss better than I did but he was among the best racers in the class and would have other chances. I pretty much knew that I’d raced my last race and wouldn’t have another chance. Elle and I left as soon as the trophies were distributed. I didn’t even say a last good bye to the twins.

Elle tried her best to cheer me up on the trip back home. But all she talked about was going back to school. I’d been so caught up with the racing I’d pretty much pushed the fact that we had to leave for college the very next day out of my conscious mind. That, and I had to get back to work. Elle talked about the fact that she would have to get used to being in a classroom again. Practice teaching followed by Summer vacation meant it would be seven months since she actually had to do any studying. Another of her concerns was about just who her roommate would be. As a senior she would be in a two person room. There had been four of them the last year and there was no consensus as to who would room with whom and it bothered her. I just let her jabber on, not really paying all that much attention and before we knew it we were on the road that took us to our houses.

I really don’t know why I didn’t pull into my own driveway like I usually did. I ended up parking in the driveway of the house right across from Elle’s. The people who lived there in the Summer had headed back to city early to beat the rush. As I pulled in I looked over at Elle and she was pulling her dress up over her head. By the time I had the engine shut off it was totally off and already in the back seat. I sat there and watched her pull her slip down from her waist wondering what she was doing. It wasn’t all that late and there was the possibility of people walking by. The next thing I knew she was undoing my belt and waist button on my pants. I remember sort of protesting and having her tell me to ”shut up!” When she had the zipper undone I lifted my bottom off the seat and she slid them down to the floor. That left only my shirt. I just sat there letting her undress me.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46e)

On the way to my boat I had to go past Lola’s boat. There were a couple of guys working on it. Hers had been one of the boats that had a breakdown in the second race. She was just standing there, basking in the fact that she had some good looking guys working on her boat. I liked her outfit though... white shorts and a tight, revealing, sleeveless blouse.

Rick got a ride from the twins house and couldn’t wait to tell me about the party he’d attended. The twins had taken him to one hosted by an officer of the yacht club and it had all kinds of food, liquor and music. I asked him how he was able to stay awake after what we’d gone through and he just smiled. Because the winds were light I didn’t have high expectations for how we’d do in the morning race. But my knowledge of the tides more than made up for our extra weight. We actually finished 5th, our best finish so far. When we came ashore for lunch someone told me that unofficially we’d moved up to 6th overall. My club mate had actually won the race and was now, supposedly, in 3rd place. The twins were beside themselves with joy. The father of one of the local sailors had some sort of connection with the New York Times and he called the paper to let them know that two ”locals“ were doing so well. He was told that they would send a reporter out so that was the "talk" of the lunch break.

As I’ve mentioned, the prevailing southerly wind usually came up in the afternoon and could be counted on to blow from 10 to 12 mph. As we set out from shore for the next race I was really excited even though there was no sign of any more wind. We sailed the first two legs with about the same wind we had in the morning race. The difference was that we were about in the middle of the fleet. On the third leg the wind died completely. We were now drifting with the tide. This had happened a couple of times in years past and I was trying to think of just what I did back then. It would be too complicated to explain but suffice it to say that I took what is called a ”flyer“ in sailing terms. I sailed the boat away from the direction that almost all the other boats were heading. There was a small sandbar that diverted the tide and I wanted to take advantage of it. With little to no wind it was agonizingly slow going. It was the tide moving us rather than the wind. After awhile I looked behind me and saw others starting to follow. But I’d been the first to do it so had them all covered. The race committee ended up shortening the course and we ended up with another good finish. Chip and his sister came in right behind me and that made me feel good. I couldn’t wait to get to shore to find out where we stood overall.

The twins were waiting for us. I don’t remember which one it was but she waded right out into the water to grab hold of my boat. Rick jumped overboard in a cannonball position and I followed. The twin that hadn’t come out into the water was standing on the beach and Rick ran out of the water and grabbed her, throwing her in. We were all giddy with happiness. It was obvious that the girls didn’t care about being wet. Their blouses didn’t reveal much but when we finally took the boat out of the water I got a good VPL from one of them. In all the years I’d sailed and in spite of all the races I’d won, doing well against the tops in the country was the best feeling I’d ever had. Because there were so many boats still out on the racecourse there was no way to find out our overall position. Someone came by saying he thought that my club mate was now in first place. The boat that we thought had been first was still out there and there were now over 20 boats that had finished. I couldn’t wait to know.

Officially, we were fourth. It was mind boggling to be ahead of so many really good sailors. As I remember it there were five former champions in the fleet. My club mate was, indeed, in first place. The rumor about a Times reporter coming out to get a story was true and although I wasn’t his primary interest, I did get interviewed. It was just a great day.

I’d told the twins that I would be joining Rick (and a few others) at the loft over their garage and when I did I got a hug (wet) from one of them. I’d brought dry clothes and was set for the night and for the last day of racing. Rick was a bit ”scruffy“ but he didn’t seem to care. The party that night was at the house (estate) of another yacht club officer. I knew, and had raced against, his son so I felt fairly comfortable in those surroundings. The twins weren’t there which, in a way, was a downer. But Lola was. She was definitely the center of attraction for both older and younger men. Rick tried to make a play for her and she brushed him off. I was smiling when she did. There’s no doubt that I would’ve liked to have seen her in just her underwear but she wasn’t my type, personality wise. The twins, in spite of the obvious riches her family had, were anything but spoiled. Seeing Lola doing her ”act“ reinforced that fact for me. I remember wishing that they were there.

In spite of Rick’s love for a good party it was he who suggested that we leave at a reasonable hour and get a decent night’s sleep. We had good intentions but as the other ”squatters“ (what the twins called those of us staying in the loft) arrived at various times, noisily, we were awakened. It turned out to be a long, long night for both of us.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46d)

I picked Rick up at 6am. He’d gotten to his parents home around midnight and was definitely tired. The weather report was for 15 to 18 mph winds which meant we, with our extra 30 pounds, would have a bit of an advantage. I thought of poor Chip, sailing with his little sister and who would probably be sailing 20 pounds light and totally unfamiliar with tidal waters. We arrived before 8am, the time boat and sail inspections were to begin. I thought I’d be near the front of the line but found myself in the middle. I wondered just what time some of these people got up. The boat in front of me was skippered by a girl who had raced in my first championships. I really didn’t know her but I remembered her boat name... ”Party Party“. Rick ended up talking with her and found out that she attended the same college as my 2nd cousin. When he told me I went up to her to ask if she knew her. I quickly checked her out and was impressed with her looks and especially how she filled out her blouse. I found her name was Lola (really) and she actually did know my cousin and told me a story about her that confirmed it. I told her I’d look her up later after the boats were weighed and measured.

The yacht club provided a box lunch for the competitors prior to the first race. There were two races, back to back, that afternoon and everybody was bemoaning the strong winds we would race in. I made a point of finding Chip to give him encouragement. The look on his sister’s face told a story though. She was scared to death. Even though the wind was blowing somewhat off the shore we could still see whitecaps (waves with the tops breaking off). My next stop was to find Lola just to see what she was wearing to race in. I couldn’t tell as she had baggy shorts and a rain slicker on. Common sense would say it was probably a bathing suit. I figured that I'd check again after the races. When lunch was over we launched the boats and were off to the races.

It didn’t take long for the fleet to break into two parts. The lead pack was the one who could handle the windy conditions, us included. The other half was obviously struggling. Most of the 42 boats finished but as soon as some of them crossed the finish line they headed for shore. We’d done relatively well but were really hurting physically. Not sailing for a month showed. But we were psyched to get on with the next race. During the second race there were a number of boats who dropped out because of equipment breakdowns and a few more who just gave up. We did well, again, and when we got to shore found we were in 8th place and that our club mate was in 4th. Almost everybody was exhausted, just flopping down by their boats after getting them out of the water. I thought about looking for Lola but was too tired. It didn’t take long for the twins to find us. They were more excited about our success than we were. Of course they hadn’t just spent about 5 hours battling the waves and strong, gusty winds. Rick was complaining about having to drive the one and a half hours to get back home. One of the twins piped up that he/we could stay in the loft over their garage. I hadn’t given any thought at all about staying near the yacht club. In all the other years that I’d raced there I always went back home. But as tired as I was I wished I had. Rick had brought dry clothes for the trip home in anticipation of it being a wet day sailing. He immediately piped up that he’d love to stay over. The way he looked at it was that he’d get an extra hour and a half to party that night and an extra hour and a half to sleep in the morning. But I’d already told Elle I’d be back so, after loading all the gear up I headed home, alone.

I really struggled on the drive home. The setting sun was in my eyes for a whole hour. They were already bloodshot and irritated from all the salt spray I’d raced in all afternoon. By the time I pulled into my driveway all I wanted was a nice shower and to lay down. Because of the engagement announcement Elle was uncomfortable about coming over to my house so, after showering and eating, I went over to hers. Her parents were watching TV and that was the last thing I wanted to do so we went out to her back yard. I lay down in the lawn chaise and promptly fell asleep. Elle woke me up around the time her parents went to bed but I just wasn’t up for any romance. My body just craved rest. Before I left I told her that I’d probably stay over the next night. Because I was within the range of getting a trophy (top seven) I told her that I’d bought her a ticket for the awards banquet. That made her happy.

My father had a hard time getting me up. I don’t think my whole body had ever hurt more. But the thought of just how close I was to getting a trophy got me going. When I got to the yacht club I found everybody in pretty much the same condition. I looked up Chip and found that he was one of those who had given up after the first race. While I was talking to him his sister told him that if the wind made any waves at all she wasn’t going to sail. Typical thinking for a lake sailor. The morning winds were normally light and from the North at about 2 to 5 mph. I told Chip that it should be OK. Since we were going to have a lunch break after the first race, he could decide about the second race then. I told him the conditions should pretty much match those of lake sailing only with a tidal factor added. Because he seemed to be a nice guy I also told him where he should and shouldn’t go to take advantage of the tides during the race so that he could, hopefully, be competitive. His sister still looked scared.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46c)

We hadn’t eaten anything and it was now past 7pm. She had come over to invite us to join with the local club members who had volunteered to work at the Championships for a bite to eat. I had only snacked on the way home from the track and was truly famished. I looked at Elle and she was shaking her head “no”. I think it was Penny who saw her and she asked why. I know Elle wanted to “kill” me when I said that she’d had an “accident”. Almost without batting an eye Penny said she had some spare clothes. Elle still seemed reluctant but Penny told her to just go wade out into the water and pointed to some others who were doing somewhat the same. I encouraged Elle and helped her off the boat. It was only about 10 feet to the water. I walked out to my knees (I still had on my jeans) and Elle walked out a little further and did a quick squat. Penny stood there watching us and when we came out of the water she walked us back to the clubhouse. She took Elle into the ladies locker room and about 10 minutes later they reappeared. Elle was now wearing a pair of cuffed red shorts. I’d seen them on Penny (or Pam) before. My first thought was what was under them. I couldn’t wait until later to find out.

We were made welcome just as if we were actual members of the yacht club. I recognized a lot of the kids as they were fellow competitors in our area regattas. I also recognized some of the adults as parents of these same kids and some of the others as flag officers of the club. We ended up spending more time there than I’d wanted to. When we finally made our way back to the car I heard someone call my name. It was the Chip, the kid from up by the track where I worked. I really wanted to leave so I could spend some time with Elle but headed in his direction. He introduced us to his sister who was going to crew for him. As we pushed his boat to it’s launching space he let me know that his sister wasn’t his first choice for a crew. His regular crew was a football player going to college in North Carolina and was there early for practice. I looked at him and then at his sister and shook my head. If the normal prevailing winds came in they were going to be overpowered from being too light. Even though it was getting dark by then I did notice that the girl did fill out her shorts quite nicely.

If I had even a clue to someplace where Elle and I could’ve gone to park locally I would’ve done it. But I also didn’t want to take a chance of wasting time or getting lost so we headed for home. The abandoned garage near home seemed to be the logical place. On the way Elle had let me know she was going to have to go before we got there. I told her to grab a towel from under the seat and go but, because they weren’t her clothes, she wouldn’t. I then told her to slide the shorts and panties down and go. She wouldn’t do that but I watched her pull the shorts down and take them off. I really wanted to know what kind of panties Penny had given her to wear. I could see they were white from the light of the radio. I then put my hand on her stomach and rubbed lightly and could feel that they were nylon. I was hoping that she could hold on until we got to our spot but as soon as we turned onto our road I saw her stuff the towel under her. I tried to get my hand onto her crotch but she pushed it away. I remember thinking “what a waste of pee”.

Once parked I got my chance. She lay over my lap and my hand slipped easily into place. It felt so good to rub the smooth fabric. But I was surprised at how wide the crotch felt. Elle had more than that on her mind. She lifted her top leg and then proceed to put her own hand in her crotch to pull the material away. I liked her thinking! If I were to guess I would say it took less than three minutes before she was sitting up and undoing my pants. It took more time for me to put a rubber on than it did to get my pants and underpants off. She was straddling me and had my penis right in her “canal”, riding up and down. Although the rubber somewhat dulled the sensation for me I was worried that I would come before she was ready for me. I didn’t but I didn’t last all that long when we finally “connected“. I remember Elle being especially satisfied. It might’ve been her first real orgasm.

It was only a short ride to our homes. Elle, reluctantly, put the red shorts back on to get into her house. I still wanted to find out who made the panties she was wearing. As we kissed goodnight I did put my fingers up under the cuff of the shorts and onto her crotch. I pretty much figured she’d just back away but she didn’t. Almost before I knew it she was peeing. I pulled her in tight to me and kept my fingers moving as her warm pee flooded over them. I was truly surprised. As I walked home I couldn’t help thinking that Elle’s thinking was definitely changing.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46b)

I got back into my routine where I’d go up into the clubhouse and visit with my old friends, Mr and Mrs B, and have a dessert with them. On one of the first nights they introduced me to an owner and his wife who lived not to far from my college. Making small talk, I mentioned that I’d been away at Summer school. They thought it ironic as their son had done the same thing. As we continued talking it came to light that he raced small sailboats like me. Then, the unbelievable happened. Their son raced the same class of sailboat that I did AND... he had qualified for the Championships just as I had. Since they were to be held fairly near to my home I asked if he was going to compete and they said he was.

We set it up so that I could meet him that following Sunday. He, like me, was back to working but was home to attend the wedding of a family friend. It was all very enlightening. I’d been in the area for two Summers and didn’t even know that they raced the same kind of boats only 20 miles away. I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t know as I could’ve spent some Sundays racing. Chip was the same age as me and had been racing for about 3 years. Qualifying was the highlight of his sailing career. I told him all about the area he’d be sailing in and, because he’d only done lake sailing, he seemed a bit overwhelmed. He then started trying to persuade me to go home and compete as well. I told him there was just no way it was possible.

That night I remember wishing that I hadn’t met him. I just couldn’t get the thought of racing in the Championships out of my mind. I’d always done very well in the area where they were to be held. On top of that it was no more than an hour and a half away from home. I didn’t sleep well at all.

When I returned I’d arranged with AJ to get a few days off to go home when it was time to go back to college to get my things and to bring Elle back to her school. Registration for both of us was the day after Labor day. As it so happened, the Championships were to be the same weekend... Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I found myself using my waking hours trying to find a way to be able to compete.(1) I didn’t have much time because if I were to race I had to get my registration in by the end of that week. The only choice was to ask AJ for the time off.

To say I was nervous when I approached him is to put it mildly. Initially, his look told me he didn’t approve. But, I pulled an idea out of my a__ and told him that I’d use the time at home to try and mend the rift with my grandparents. He thought that was a good idea and reluctantly said it was OK.

The only memorable thing I can remember over those last weeks before going home was that I won the biggest bet of my life. A trainer friend asked if one of AJ’s horses had warmed up well and I said that it had. He told me that one of his horses was the best it had ever been. We decided to bet them in the Daily Double (you have to pick the winner of both the first and second races to win) and they both won. I collected over $100 for just a $2 bet. It was a perfect way to head for home.

I left at dawn the Thursday before the Championships getting home around 2pm. My father was really upset with me telling me that I had my priorities all messed up. He was more upset with my coming home to race than he was about the engagement announcement. Even though the races didn’t start until Friday I wanted to get the boat over to the site early so I’d have a good launching spot. I’d asked Elle to make sure she had both the afternoon and evening off from work so she could help me. Rick, my crew wasn’t flying in until late that night and I wanted to have the boat ready to go on race day. She was waiting for me and at least she was happy to see me. We collected all the stuff I needed and headed out late in the afternoon. It was normally about an hour and a half trip but we were leaving around the time that most working people got off. It was after 6pm when we fianlly arrived. I was pleased to see that the “greeter” was Peter, a fellow competitor who was a member of the host club. Peter took good care of me giving one of the most convenient spots. He even helped Elle and I push the trailer through the sand to out location. Just as he finished more boats arrived. I thanked him and looked over at Elle who was doubled over by the back of the boat. In pushing the trailer through the sand she “leaked” and knew it was only a matter of seconds before the “flood”. I’ll admit that knowing this caused the start of a bulge.

There was no way she could make it to the clubhouse in time. Although our spot was good for launching it was definitely a detriment as far as access to the building. There were probably a dozen other boats with more than that number of people milling about. Elle gave me a hang dog look and then just squatted down. I watched as I saw her pee pooling into the sand and then disappearing as my bulge grew bigger. She stayed in the squatting position for quite a while, finally standing and asking how bad the seat of her shorts looked. They were a light blue but where the pee had worked its way through they were much darker. It was probably 300 feet to where the car was parked and there were more and more people arriving with their boats so getting there without being seen wasn’t really possible. I suggested that Elle sit up on the deck while I finished up and that would hide her wet bottom. I proceeded to set the mast and the rest of the gear by myself. I was almost done when one of the twins appeared.

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MORE SUMMER... Ups and downs (Part 46a)

I woke my father up while taking a shower. He commended me again for using good judgment by not driving when overtired. (I never told him the truth about that evening though) My mother had packed up all my “horse clothes” and they were waiting by the door. I loaded them into my car and then ate some breakfast while waiting for the shade in Elle’s bedroom window to go up. It was actually before 8am, her usual time, and I rushed right over. She looked 100% better than the last time I’d seen her but she still had dark circles under her eyes. She seemed very quiet and I couldn’t tell if she was glad to see me or not. Her mother was getting ready to go to work so we just sat on the sofa and didn’t really say much. I wanted so much to just grab her and kiss her but I knew she’d rebuff me what with her mother flitting about.

As soon as I saw her mother’s car pulling into the road I moved over and hugged her tightly. She didn’t fight me but I could feel her rigidity. I asked what was wrong and she wasted no time in telling me. Her mother was sending our engagement announcement to the papers that week. I wasn’t happy but Elle explained that she’d finally convinced her mother to hold off at least until I went back to work. I knew I’d escape facing the “wrath” of my mother and the hurt of my grandparents by being back to work. I also knew it had to happen sometime.

But that wasn’t what was really on her mind. Her period was late. My mind went into reverse trying to remember when we’d made love without a condom. I just couldn’t pinpoint it and had to accept what she was telling me. It’s amazing how fast our minds can work when under extreme pressure. My first thought was of the money her father had offered if we were to elope. There was no doubt in my mind that I was willing to marry her as soon as we could. In fact, I remember taking her in my arms and telling her not to worry. But, they were only words and I was about to leave. I now know she was feeling somewhat abandoned. She was worried about a lot of things and had no one to share her worries with. But, regardless of that I knew I had to get back to work. It was imperative that I had to make some money and that was the way I wanted to do it. There were no answers for her right then and I had to get on the road if I was to make it to the track by 6pm. I also had to stop and see my grandparents. It was not a good “good bye”.

My grandfather pressed two twenty dollar bills into my hand as I was leaving his house. I felt guilty taking it knowing how upset he’d be when he saw the announcement in the local paper on Thursday but I did take it. Added to the $20 my father gave me I had enough money to make it through the week. On the trip back I had plenty of time to come up with a strategy for what I/we would do if Elle was really pregnant. I knew there were loans available at college for married students and pretty much focused on that. I just had this feeling that I’d find a way to make it work for both of us.

I got to the track in time to warm some horses up and it felt good as it got my mind off Elle for a while. With the next day being Sunday I got all caught up with what was happening at the stable and AJ went over what my responsibilities were to be. Work, during the week, was somewhat hard as I’d gotten “soft” over the previous six weeks. My days and nights were filled but I managed to find time to call Elle a few times. It was at the end of the week when she told me her period had finally come. She had to go to her doctor for her required check up for college and he told her the reason for the lateness was probably as a result of her being so sick. Believe it or not, I was just a bit disappointed. She reported that the “fallout” from the engagement announcement seemed to be mild. I was still afraid to call home though.

That Sunday evening when AJ came to check on the horses he asked me to get in his car. I couldn’t imagine why. In all the time I’d worked for him we’d never really “talked” or socialized. He ended up driving to his rented house. It had a nice back yard with lawn furniture and when we sat down Mrs AJ brought out a pitcher of iced tea. I was really puzzled. After a little small talk she went back into the house leaving AJ and I alone. I could see he was uncomfortable and my first thought was that he was going to tell me I was through. That wasn’t it. It was that when AJ made his weekly call to my grandfather (he called all his absentee owners every Sunday), my grandfather had told him that he was very upset with me but wouldn’t tell him why. AJ was concerned that it (the situation) would somehow affect he and my grandfather’s relationship and might cause him to lose those horses.

To allay his fears I explained that Elle and I were engaged. I went on and told him about Elle’s parents relationship to my grandparents and the fact that my grandmother was a great believer in the caste system. In her eyes Elle wasn’t worthy of marrying me. I remember him just sitting, listening. When I finished he started talking. I don’t remember the exact words but, in essence, he understood my situation. He told me he was born in Canada and his family had moved to the States when he was eight years old. At that time, Americans looked down on Canadians, calling them “dumb Canucks”. Just because of where he was born some families wouldn’t let their kids play with him. So, in a matter of a few minutes I had AJ on my side... but he was still wary of just what my grandfather might say and/or do as far as his horses were concerned.

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A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45o)


A passing outboard woke me up and as I looked at Rose she had turned over and was on her back. This was an even better view. I’d never heard of a “camel toe” at that time in my life but that was what I saw. Instant hard on! Her panties were now dry but were sheer enough to see what I wanted to. I looked at my watch and it was after 5pm. I knew I wanted a shower to wash the salt off and we also had to eat and get to the theater by 8pm. I called to Rose and I fully expected her to get all modest on me but she didn’t. She just sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest without pulling the towel around her. We had left our clothes in the dingy and I went to get them with my towel around me. I don’t think she saw the reason but she did “zing” me about my modesty. I made it down into the dingy and pulled my pants on. My underpants, being cotton, hadn’t dried but at that point I didn’t care. I passed Rose’s clothes on up to her and then watched as she dressed herself. I couldn’t have dreamed up a better scenario than what I’d witnessed that afternoon.

Back at the house Rose said she would shower first while I dug through my clothes that were out in the car to find a decent pair of khaki’s and dry underpants. She told me to come on upstairs and to go in the room to the left of the bathroom. The bathroom was between that bedroom and Rose’s and the door was somewhat ajar and I could hear the shower. I went into the room and found a fresh towel on the bed. Then I walked out onto the balcony thinking of what an unbelievable afternoon it had been. In somewhat of a dreamworld I didn’t hear or see Rose walk in. She had a towel wrapped around her and was telling me the bathroom was free. She turned and walked out and I followed a few steps behind her. As I turned into the hall I saw her take the last steps into her room... bare bottomed. WHEW!

The bathroom was unlike any I’d ever seen before. It not only had a bathtub but also a separate shower. It had a very large pedestal sink and also a built in dressing table with a bench seat. The most important thing I saw though, was the pile of clothes on that bench seat. Obviously, they belonged to Rose. On top was her bra. As I’d mentioned, when I saw her sitting in her bra in the dingy I was impressed with the size of her breasts. I picked the bra up and saw the label read “Maidenform”. I had to smile because the father of my senior year roommate at boarding school was in charge of advertising for Maidenform. Our room had a couple of their promotional posters. (hidden, of course) The size of her bra was the same as Elle’s, 34 B. I was truly impressed as Rose was around 5 feet in height and barely weighed 100 pounds. Elle, on the other hand, was 5 feet 7 inches and about 140 pounds. But I really wanted to see the label in the panties. I knew I’d seen that distinctive waist elastic but I couldn’t place it. “Vanity Fair”... the same kind that the new neighbor at home wore. They were really well made. I made a mental note to see if I could find some, somewhere, for Elle.

By the time I was washed and dressed Rose was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. She was standing in the doorway of the front door with the sun shining in behind her. She was wearing a chiffon Summer dress and I swear she wasn’t wearing a slip. At least it didn’t look like it. She had made reservations at an Italian restaurant in the downtown area. It only took a few minutes to get there. It was obvious that Rose had been there many times before. It was also obvious that it was a "real“ Italian restaurant. The staff spoke mostly in Italian and I couldn’t understand most of the menu. Rose asked if she could order for me and, rather than embarrass myself asking a bunch of stupid questions, said yes. Of course she ordered wine. The lightheadedness of the afternoon had finally worn off and I really wasn’t up to it. But Rose was persuasive, saying that it would really enhance the meal.

She’d ordered veal parmesan with some sort of red wine. It was the first time I’d ever eaten veal and I really enjoyed it. Somehow, we managed to finish off the whole bottle of wine. For dessert she ordered up spumoni, another first. I really didn’t feel lightheaded but I knew that I’d been drinking as I walked out to the car. It was only 15 minutes to the theater and our seats were in the third row. I remember the first part of the play and little thereafter. I know I fell asleep a few times as Rose gave me some sharp pokes. By the time it was over it was after 11pm. I was very, very tired and Rose could see that. As we pulled into her driveway she started pleading with me to stay over. I really didn’t want to as I wanted to get home so I’d have some time with Elle before I left the next morning. But common sense told me I’d be stupid to try and make it.

I called home and told my father that I was too tired to drive home. He actually praised me for making a good decision. My plan had been to leave for the track around 10 am and I told him I was still shooting for that. When I got off the phone Rose was already upstairs. She called down to me telling me to use the room that I’d been in earlier the day. When I got to the top of the stairs the bathroom door was closed but the lights were on and the bed had been turned down for me. I turned out the lights and waited for the bathroom to be free. The french doors to the balcony were still open and I could see the lights from the harbor. When I heard the bathroom door open I started for the hall but before I made it there was Rose halfway into the room. I couldn’t really make out just what she was wearing but it wasn’t much. She said she was coming in to tell me to leave the balcony doors and the room door open so I’d have some breeze to keep cool. But she didn’t leave. She walked out onto the balcony. I didn’t know what to say or do. I stood there for a minute or so and then walked towards the balcony. Before I knew it Rose had thrown her arms around me. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I really didn’t want this and I also didn’t want to hurt Rose’s feelings. I honestly don’t remember what I said to her at that point but I remember her asking/pleading for just one kiss. I also remember bending down to kiss her, on the lips, and I know I felt tears on her upper lip. It didn’t last all that long and then she said ”goodnight“ and walked out of the room.

That was the last time I ever saw her. I didn’t sleep very well at all and as soon as daylight started peeking through the balcony doors I was up and on the road. In some respects it was like an escape. I was actually home a little after 6am.

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A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45n)

I was wearing the clothes I expected to wear to the theater so told her that I wasn’t interested. She persisted and when she said that we could do it in our underwear... that woke me up for sure. I really wasn’t to happy with the idea of getting undressed out in the open, on the deck, but Rose suggested we could do it from the dingy. I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea but at least we’d only be seen by people in the boat moored next to us if they were there, and looking. I took my shirt, shoes and socks off on the deck and climbed down into the dingy. Again, I had to hold it tight to the boat so Rose could sort of slide herself down and into it. Another great VPL. I was already a bit hard just from thinking about seeing her in her bra and panties and this sight made it worse. I took the seat at the stern and she sat in the middle, facing away from me. I heard her tell me to go first. I really didn’t have a choice. I slipped my khaki’s off and handed them to her and while she put them up in the bow I slipped over the transom and into the water. It really felt good and the coolness of it helped to ”deflate“ me. I was kind of bobbing in the water about 10 feet away as I watched Rose slip off her blouse. I couldn’t wait to see her panties as she slipped over the side. But she told me I couldn’t look. I told her I’d go underwater and she could do it then. I was hoping to time it so I was back up just as she hit the water. When I came up she was sitting on the rear seat with her legs over the transom. I couldn’t see her panties but I got a good look at her chest. For a girl her size it sure looked good. She motioned for me to go away or go back under water and that’s what I did. When I came up she was in the water and hanging off the transom. I swam up to her but didn’t touch her. I could see the white of her panties under the water and the ”hardness“ started all over again. She suggested that we swim around the boat. It looked huge from that view. There was a beautiful sailboat, about 30 feet in length, moored just a few boats away. Rose showed no interest in really swimming so I left her to go take a look at it. When I started back I saw her hanging on the side of the dingy. It was like she was in another world and not paying much attention to anything. I decided to surprise her and dove under the surface, swimming underwater right up to her. As I approached I could see the outline of her butt crack through her almost translucent panties. I popped to the surface right beside her, scaring her. To this day I don’t know why I didn’t grab her, at least around the waist, when I came up to her.

My guess is that we spent about 20 minutes in the water. Now the problem was to get back in the dingy without tipping it over. The easiest way was over the side but that was also the most dangerous. When Rose calmed down from the surprise of my sudden appearance I told her I would stabilize the dingy so she could pull herself up and in. In theory it was a good idea. It became readily apparent that she had little upper body strength as she couldn’t even pull herself up enough to get her waist up to the side. I convinced her that the best way was for me to try and boost her up at least far enough so that she could reach in the dingy and grab the seat so she could then pull herself all the way in. I remember putting my hands around her waist and feeling the soft material of her panties and realizing that I was ”growing“. That was the last thing I wanted her to know. I told her to pull herself up when I gave her the push upwards. When I did I ended up going underwater for a few seconds and when I came up I saw the most beautiful sight imaginable. She was half in and half out of the dingy with her legs flailing away as she tried pulling herself the rest of the way in. I thought her panties were translucent under water but this was unbelievable. Even with two layers of nylon material I could see everything. Even though I only got to see it for maybe 10 seconds it sure seemed longer. I decided to wait a minute or so before I tried to get in, hoping I would ”deflate“, but it wasn’t happening as I could see her nipples showing though her wet bra. She was sitting facing the bow and so I decided to do it the hard way and get in by climbing over the transom. As skinny as I was, it hurt my ribs but at least that helped my predicament... for a few seconds. As I sat down I was looking at the back of Rose and could clearly see her butt crack through her panties and I was big as ever.

Rose wanted to get back up on the boat which meant that I’d have to stand up. The last thing I wanted right then was for Rose to see me showing any sign of sexual interest in her. I had her reach up and grab the boat’s railing posts and as she did I slid in behind her, careful not to let my penis touch her. I held the dingy tight to the boat and told her to pull herself up all the while trying to keep my very obvious ”problem facing away from her. She was able to get part way up onto the deck and, in so doing, gave me another unbelievable “look”. I remember thinking that I’d never “deflate” at that rate.

Once on deck Rose retrieved a couple of towels from the cabinet that had held the deck chairs. I asked her to throw me one which I was able to drape around me to somewhat hide my obvious problem. By the time I got up on deck Rose was lying on her towel, face down. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her panties. She had her head turned away from where I was and I took advantage of that and bent down to inspect the waist elastic. I knew I’d seen the same style before but I couldn’t put a brand name to them. Rose had obviously taken a swig from the wine bottle because it was up by her head. I wanted to get the taste of the salt water out of my mouth so I took one too. I sat down in the chair and promptly fell asleep again.

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A DIFFERENT KIND OF SUMMER... some ripples (Part 45m)

The first five weeks of Summer school had flown by but the last week seemed to drag. One good thing was that the Economics instructor wanted to get a head start on his vacation so gave us the final exam on Wednesday. Rose was very good note taker so as we studied for the Drama final I felt very confident. The only drawback was the promise I’d made to Rose to go to see Inherit the Wind with her that Friday night after our final exam. Elle had fully recovered and I really wanted to spend that last night before going back to work with her. I was committed to returning to work that Saturday and this was messing that up. But, a promise is a promise and I really felt that my being paired with Rose for the course pretty much guaranteed that I got a good grade.

Rose preceeded me out of the exam room. She was waiting in the hall and I knew I’d done well. She could see the big smile on my face and she ran up to me a gave me a big hug. I should’ve been the one giving the hug. I'd loaded all my clothes and things from Van's house so all I had to do was follow her out to her house. We both had the tops down and, for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel any pressure.

It was just past noon when we got to her house. I was somewhat surprised that no one was there. Since we had about eight hours to kill until the play I wondered just what we’d do. Rose made up some things to eat and got a bottle of wine and we went out on the patio that looked out on the harbor. We couldn’t see it through the trees but it was nice just knowing it was there. I really can’t say why I drank any of the wine because I wasn’t a wine drinker... but I did. After a while she asked if I wanted to see the house. What could I say? As I said before, it wasn’t a mansion but it was big. There were four bedrooms with her parent’s master bedroom being huge. It was the first house I’d been in where there was a bathroom inside the bedroom. There were two bedrooms that faced out towards the East and the harbor. As Rose had told me, you could see a bit of the harbor from the small balconies. As I stood there trying to see the harbor I could feel the effect of the wine. The bedroom that belonged to Rose was still decorated as it had been when she was much younger. She didn’t seem to be embarrassed about it though.

Once back downstairs she asked if I wanted to go see the harbor. With nothing else to do I agreed. As we were leaving the house she grabbed another bottle of wine and I wondered what she intended to do with it. We walked down the hill from her house and reached a narrow winding road. It wasn’t far to the water from there. I saw a small house with a fairly short dock that protruded out into the harbor. There were about 20 dinghys on racks right next to it. When we reached it a young man came out of the house and asked Rose if she wanted the family dingy to be taken down. Rose looked at me and asked if I wanted to row out to her father’s boat. Again, there wasn’t anything else to do.

Rose was wearing a pair of pale yellow shorts with cuffs. The leg openings were fairly wide and, as we were settling into the boat I got a nice view up one of them. I rowed the boat and Rose sat on the rear seat. After getting the quick peek I hoped there would be more but it wasn’t to be. Her father’s boat was a Chris Craft about 35 feet in length. Back then, Chris Craft was among the elite of boat builders and I was impressed. It was moored almost in the middle of the harbor. As warm as it was rowing turned out to be work. I approached the boat from the stern. I had no idea what the name, ”Sogno“, meant. Rose laughed as she told me it meant ”Dream“ in Italian.

Getting on the boat from the dingy was going to be a little difficult, especially for Rose. I couldn’t do much to help her as I had to use both hands to hold the dingy close to the boat. She used a railing post to pull herself up on the deck. My face wasn’t more than inches away from her bottom as she ooched her way up. I think it was the closest VPL I’d ever seen. Once she was on deck I passed the bottle of wine to her and then pulled myself up. It was the biggest power boat I’d ever been on. Rose went to this cabinet that was attached to the cabin and took out two deck chairs and then went to the cabin door. I watched as she felt around in her pockets, obviously looking for the key. I heard her swear in Italian and then she gave me this hang dog look as she turned the palms of her hands up. At that point all I wanted was something, anything to drink. As I had mentioned, rowing out there in the hot sun was work. Even though I wasn’t a wine drinker, anything at that point was going to taste good.

We had no cups since Rose couldn’t get into the cabin so we drank right from the bottle. It was a sweet wine so it went down easily. There wasn’t much wind and I was perspiring just sitting in the sun. I moved my chair to the shade and within minutes I was asleep. The next thing I knew Rose was shaking me awake. I honestly didn’t know where I was. I remember Rose asking me if I wanted to go swimming. That... woke me up.

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