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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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