MOVING ON... (PART 5b) CONTINUED

At this time I have to insert something that had actually
happened to me the previous school year. I mentioned at the
beginning of Part 4 that my mother had been sick enough to
keep me from starting school on time. She never really got
her health back and around Christmas that year the Doctor
strongly suggested that she get to a warmer climate to
fully recover. A business friend of my father had a home in
southern Florida on the Gulf coast and offered it to him for
a month. I had mixed emotions when told. I was excited about
not having to go to school but sad to be leaving my friends.
I'm not going to say I was miserable while there because I
did have some fun. But there were no kids to play with other
than my brother. It was a nice house but was fairly out of the
way and my mother wasn't all that happy either. Her health
did improve and the doctor suggested that she spend part of
the next winter in Florida again.

My father, with more time for research, found a resort that
seemed to solve all "complaints" from the previous winter
that my mother, brother and I had. It was located just
south of Jacksonville in a place called Ponte Vedra Beach.
Even though I still had lessons and assignments to do while
in Florida, it was certainly better than going to classes in
the cold Northeast part of the country. This year I was
looking forward to our trip. I'd survived without my friends
and was excited about the new place and all the things to do
while there. The plan was to go right after Christmas and to
stay about six weeks. I think we were all overwhelmed by the
size of the hotel. I won't go into details but it wasn't long
before my father began looking for an alternative. He found
it right down the road. It was a motel like facility that was
affiliated with, but not owned by, the resort. There were only
36 units but it had it's own dining room, bar and lounge and
was certainly more "laid back" than the hotel itself. For me
the most important thing was that we still had access to the
pool and cabanas like we had while at the hotel. So, the move
meant everybody was happy.

Even though it was the middle of winter there were always kids
staying there. Most weren't there but for a week or so but it
was certainly better than the previous winter where there was
no one at all. The first few were boys somewhere between my
brother's age and mine (4 year spread). But the best memory is
of Anne C. She was from Rochester NY and was there much for the
same reason we were there. Her mother was "recouperating" from
something or other and they felt it best that Anne be with her.
She was a year younger than me. It became obvious that the
family was rich. My family was far from being poor but certainly
didn't come close to Anne's family. She was a bit spolied and
definitely a "mommy's girl". She was also very shy. We ended up
getting together after my parents met hers. The four of them hit
it off right away and Anne's mother encouraged her to try and
join in with my brother and I.

She had shoulder length blond hair that was always blowing in her
face. She was short for her age and thin as well. Her mother felt
it was "ladylike" to wear a dress for meals in the dining room.
The only dress code was for dinner and men (boys) had to wear
long pants and a jacket and the women (girls) a skirt.
Our parents arranged for the three of us to eat together at our
own table starting with the next day's breakfast. My brother
and I were early risers and were up and dressed long before the
dining room opened. We would go out and play on the beach along
the sea wall in front of our rooms while waiting for 7:30am to
arrive. One of the things we did was to play a game of our own
making called "Daredevil Dugan". The idea was to run along the
seawall and then try to jump as far out onto the sand as we could.
We'd mark the place and then do it again, trying to beat the last
jump. When Anne found us we were deeply involved in our game. She
was wearing a dress and, with the wind blowing off the ocean, was
blowing the hem of her dress up high enough for me to see the
white of her panties. It only took a few minutes for me to start
working on having her join us. It took a few days but I enticed
her by promising to get my mother to persuade her mother to let
her go to the amusement center at Jacksonville Beach with us the
next time we went.

I thought for sure she'd show up wearing shorts but she didn't.
The first try was spent trying to keep her dress from flying up
so she didn't go very far. It took a few times before she really
gave it a try but when she did it was well worth the wait. When
she landed her body pitched forward and the hem of her dress flew
up over her back. I saw her whole backside, totally encased in
white cotton panties. I was very familiar with the Carter's
"Spanky Pants" and their band leg style. I was somewhat familiar
with the Lollypop panties that had a similar band leg but the
one's Anne was wearing were different. They didn't have the same
leg or waist band that the other two had. I was puzzled, for sure,
and couldn't wait to get another view. But I did have to wait as
she decided she'd had enough for the day.

After Anne had been there for about two weeks her father left to
go back to work. Anne had become very comfortable around me by
then and was actually helping me with my studies. One thing that
was strange was that even though it was OK for her to come into
my room I wasn't allowed in hers. Our parents had decided that
"study time" would be in the morning after breakfast. We'd eat
and then go back to my room. There was only one desk and I'd
usually be the one to use it. Anne would sit on the bed to work
on her lessons. At the beginning she'd been very careful not to
let me see anything. After she'd participated in "Daredevil
Dugan" a few times she became much more complacent. I have to
say it didn't help with my study concetration. As I said she was
helping me with understanding my lessons and on this one morning
I was stuck on a problem. Without looking beforehand I just
turned and stood up. She was lying on her side looking away from
me while reading. It was just like on that first day she jumped
off the seawall. I saw the back of her panties from the waist on
down. I thought for sure she'd turn and cover herself up but she
didn't. For the few seconds I had I was studying the leg openings.
I knew that they were cotton but they didn't look like the same
cotton that I'd seen with either the Carter's or Lollypops. Now I
really wanted to know more about them. As soon as I opened my
mouth Anne turned and covered up. If she was embarassed it didn't
last long.

I'm not sure but I'm going to say that it was two nights after her
father had gone back to Rochester that Anne didn't come to dinner.
I wasn't well versed in the phone system used by the hotel so I
didn't call. Because I'd been rebuffed by her mother the one time
I'd gone to her room I was reluctant to go down to find out if she
was OK. The next morning, though, she was back for "Daredevil"
again. I tried asking what had happened to her but she didn't want
to talk about it. With her father gone my father had offered to
drive us to the pool in his absence. By the time we left the pool
Anne had become very quiet. When we got back to the hotel/motel I
told her I'd see her at dinner. She told me "maybe" but wouldn't
say why when I asked. I watched her walk across the courtyard to
her room and was very puzzled.

She didn't join my brother and I for dinner and I mentioned it to
my mother. She seemed to know and just told me to "be patient". It
was hard as I'd come to enjoy Anne's company. The next time I saw her
was for our study time two days later. I pleaded with her to tell
what was going on and she finally broke down and said her mother
had a "relapse" and that she was looking after her. I asked what
she was doing as far as eating was concerned. She laughed and told
me they had room service. I had no idea what that was so she
patiently explained it. I told her that I missed her and asked if
there wasn't some way she could spend some more time with me. She
said she'd "work on it" when she left. At lunch my mother took me
aside and explained that Anne's mother was an alcoholic. She
explained that she'd stopped drinking for a while but had started
in again after Anne's father had left. She went on that the probable
reason Anne was so upset was that she was embarassed by it and by
keeping her mother in her room she could aviod public embarassment.
I didn't fully understand but at least it was a reason.

To be continued...