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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...