WINTER... way too soon (Part 40g)
No one was killed in the accident but by the time things got sorted out and I got home it was after 8pm. I had my money but still had the car. The kid didn’t get off work until 11pm and if I left it with him I’d have to call my father to come get me. That, and the fact that I had to get my stuff out of it as well. It was a good thing I did it that way. I went and got a flashlight and started in the trunk. The only thing I knew was in there was pair of jumper cables. I’d forgotten that I’d taken Elle’s wet panties and pads from the motel room and stuffed them in a corner of the trunk. I’d missed them when I got Elle’s and my suitcases out when we got home. I also knew I had that metal box under the front seat with some of Elle’s dry, clean panties I that I had "just in case" and all the towels that I’d bought to protect the seats. I don’t know what made me shine the light under the seat one last time but when I did I found the pair of panties that I’d taken from the laundry room at Elle’s sorority way back in the Fall. I'd completely forgotten about them. They were still all balled up but were dry. I opened them up and the first thing I did was to look for the name tag to find out who they belonged to. I thought I recognized the name and if I was right they belonged to one of the prettier girls in the house. It was a nice thought. I took all the things over to the convertible and basically stuffed them into pretty much the same place that they’d been in the Merc. I was hurrying because I still had to eat something, shower and get ready for church. (6)
I drove the Merc to the bowling alley and signed the car over to the kid. My parents, with Elle along, picked me up and we headed for church. It was while sitting in the quiet of the church that it came to me that I had been incredibly lucky as far as the accident was concerned. I remember sitting there and starting to shake. Elle wanted to know what was wrong. I was able to put it aside and made it to the end of the service. When we all got back to my house my mother insisted that Elle come in before I walked her home. I was annoyed at her for doing that as I wanted to give Elle her presents alone with her. My mother always had a way of being dramatic when she had a surprise to spring. This was typical of her but I was totally puzzled. She ended up asking Elle if she’d like to go to the city and to spend a few days “exploring“ with her. Once I heard that I understood.
(A bit of background... Back when my parents decided to return home from living in the city they still had a long term lease on the apartment we lived in. My father felt that the terms for breaking it were too severe so he decided to sublet it. The minister from our church was due to retire and that meant he had to find a place to live. He’d been provided with a furnished house the whole time he was assigned to our church. Since he desired to remain in the city my father worked out a lease with him to live in our apartment. That allowed us to return home without major worries. But, the lease was up as of midnight December 31. I knew my father was going in to retrieve our belongings just before the end of the year and my mother, who dearly loved the city at Christmas, had begged my father to let her go as well so she could have one last ”fling“. So, her big Christmas present from my father was a ”yes“ with one condition. That was that she had to be out of the apartment during the day when the movers were packing things up. I’d been recruited to help but I hadn’t been too happy about it as it meant losing at least another day with Elle. So, when my mother came up with the idea of inviting Elle it make the situation more palatable to me.)
Of course it caught Elle by surprise. My mother said that she’d ”take care” of Elle’s mother which, as we sat there, seemed to take care of any trepidation that Elle had. My mind, such as it was, immediately began fantasizing some of the possibilities for what we could do while we were there. Elle seemed to be excited as well because when we left to walk to her house our conversation was on the city. I had the charm bracelet present in my coat pocket but the panties were still in the trunk of the car. We were in her house sitting in front of her Christmas tree when I realized it. At first I was mad but then realized that it was probably better that I wait. If I did give them to her and she wore them and her mother found them when she did the wash it’d be pretty hard to explain. I stayed put.
Her gift to me was a really nice flannel shirt. I’d mentioned the fact that it was always cold in my room so she thought it would help. She absolutely loved the charm bracelet and the fact that the charm, a Christmas tree, would always be a reminder of when she got it. There was a lot of kissing and hugging but because of her period, nothing else.
To be continued...
Friday, February 27, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
WINTER... way too soon (Part 40f)
I was on the road, in the Merc, by 8am. I wanted to be at the store where I’d purchased the panties when it opened. I wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. I found the lady who had helped me right away and she pulled a box out from under the counter as soon as she saw me. Since they were paid for all I wanted was to get it and leave. But she insisted on opening it and holding the panties up to see if they were what I wanted. They appeared to be as the distinctive crotch line and leg opening treatment were obvious. I’m sure my face was as red as a beet. There were far more people in the store than I'd expected even though it had just opened. It seemed like they were all staring at me. I told her they were just what I was looking for and asked for the box. But, because I’d told her, when they were ordered, that they were a Christmas gift, she insisted that she get a clerk to gift wrap them. I have no idea what I said but I almost grabbed the box out of her hands and got out of the store as fast as I could.
This was the most embarrassed I'd ever been when buying panties. When I got in the car I opened the box and looked at the panties closely. As I said, they looked like the panties I’d taken off the clothesline but the material, nylon, was a lot more sheer than the others. In that sense I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it then. I looked at the label which read “Blue Swan”. I knew I’d seen the name before but I couldn’t remember where. I began to picture Elle wearing them. That helped me to erase the embarrassment.
When I left home my father had asked if I’d stop at the jewelery store that was in the town where my grandparents lived to pick up his present for my mother. I’d planned on looking for something for Elle at the store where I’d picked up the panties but, because I left so quickly, I didn’t so still had that chore in front of me. The owner of the store was a friend of my father and he’d never met me. He wanted to chat and I was anxious to get going. He finally went into his vault to get the package and left me standing by a display case. I looked down and saw a tray of charms. Elle had a real cheap charm bracelet that she loved and all of a sudden I had a brainstorm. When the jeweler came back I asked him about the charms and, as any good salesman would, proceeded to “sell” me on buying a good bracelet as well as a charm for Elle. If I paid for what he showed me I knew I wouldn’t have enough money to get any more presents so he let me “charge” it. Other than getting gas at the gas station and having the cost of it taken from my pay, I’d never done something like that. I came to appreciate just what having friends really meant. I think I gave him $10 and was off with my packages.
I managed to find presents for all the people on my list and was back home in the early afternoon. I went over to see Elle and she was feeling a bit better. She said she wanted to go to the midnight Christmas eve service with me but was going to rest until later. That was a nice way of saying she didn’t want to see me right then. I’d been through this before with Elle and her period so it didn’t bother me. I went home and wrapped the presents and then went looking for the kid who had wanted to buy my car. I ended up at the bowling alley and finally caught up with him. He went nuts! He couldn’t believe that I had changed my mind and was now willing to sell the car to him. My father had called the dealer where he'd bought his car to find out what the Merc was worth and was told $300. I probably should’ve asked for more but I didn’t. He was able to come up with about $250 cash right there. (I later found out his father owned the alleys) He said he was owed money from the gas station so he called down there to see if they would give me $50 of it. They said they would (they knew me from the racecar) and I headed down to get it. I was as excited as the kid was. I didn’t think it would all happen this fast.
The two guys had the money waiting for me but as long as they were there I asked about the fate of the racecar. They didn’t know for sure but thought it had been sold as it wasn’t there at the station. That concerned me but I was too focused on the sale of the Merc. It was just about dark when I headed back to the bowling alley. It was only about a half mile. The road was perfectly straight but it went slightly downhill just before the alleys. As I slowed down I saw this car coming towards me, up the hill, and partially in my lane. I had already started off the road and onto the shoulder so I wasn’t at risk. But, as it turned out, the poor guy behind me got hit, head on. I didn’t see it and I can honestly say I didn’t hear the crash. The mufflers on the Merc were way loud and I’d often rev the engine up when I stopped. I’d started walking towards the door when a whole bunch of people came running out and headed towards the road and in the direction I’d just come from. I followed. It was a mess.
To be continued...
I was on the road, in the Merc, by 8am. I wanted to be at the store where I’d purchased the panties when it opened. I wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. I found the lady who had helped me right away and she pulled a box out from under the counter as soon as she saw me. Since they were paid for all I wanted was to get it and leave. But she insisted on opening it and holding the panties up to see if they were what I wanted. They appeared to be as the distinctive crotch line and leg opening treatment were obvious. I’m sure my face was as red as a beet. There were far more people in the store than I'd expected even though it had just opened. It seemed like they were all staring at me. I told her they were just what I was looking for and asked for the box. But, because I’d told her, when they were ordered, that they were a Christmas gift, she insisted that she get a clerk to gift wrap them. I have no idea what I said but I almost grabbed the box out of her hands and got out of the store as fast as I could.
This was the most embarrassed I'd ever been when buying panties. When I got in the car I opened the box and looked at the panties closely. As I said, they looked like the panties I’d taken off the clothesline but the material, nylon, was a lot more sheer than the others. In that sense I was disappointed but there was nothing I could do about it then. I looked at the label which read “Blue Swan”. I knew I’d seen the name before but I couldn’t remember where. I began to picture Elle wearing them. That helped me to erase the embarrassment.
When I left home my father had asked if I’d stop at the jewelery store that was in the town where my grandparents lived to pick up his present for my mother. I’d planned on looking for something for Elle at the store where I’d picked up the panties but, because I left so quickly, I didn’t so still had that chore in front of me. The owner of the store was a friend of my father and he’d never met me. He wanted to chat and I was anxious to get going. He finally went into his vault to get the package and left me standing by a display case. I looked down and saw a tray of charms. Elle had a real cheap charm bracelet that she loved and all of a sudden I had a brainstorm. When the jeweler came back I asked him about the charms and, as any good salesman would, proceeded to “sell” me on buying a good bracelet as well as a charm for Elle. If I paid for what he showed me I knew I wouldn’t have enough money to get any more presents so he let me “charge” it. Other than getting gas at the gas station and having the cost of it taken from my pay, I’d never done something like that. I came to appreciate just what having friends really meant. I think I gave him $10 and was off with my packages.
I managed to find presents for all the people on my list and was back home in the early afternoon. I went over to see Elle and she was feeling a bit better. She said she wanted to go to the midnight Christmas eve service with me but was going to rest until later. That was a nice way of saying she didn’t want to see me right then. I’d been through this before with Elle and her period so it didn’t bother me. I went home and wrapped the presents and then went looking for the kid who had wanted to buy my car. I ended up at the bowling alley and finally caught up with him. He went nuts! He couldn’t believe that I had changed my mind and was now willing to sell the car to him. My father had called the dealer where he'd bought his car to find out what the Merc was worth and was told $300. I probably should’ve asked for more but I didn’t. He was able to come up with about $250 cash right there. (I later found out his father owned the alleys) He said he was owed money from the gas station so he called down there to see if they would give me $50 of it. They said they would (they knew me from the racecar) and I headed down to get it. I was as excited as the kid was. I didn’t think it would all happen this fast.
The two guys had the money waiting for me but as long as they were there I asked about the fate of the racecar. They didn’t know for sure but thought it had been sold as it wasn’t there at the station. That concerned me but I was too focused on the sale of the Merc. It was just about dark when I headed back to the bowling alley. It was only about a half mile. The road was perfectly straight but it went slightly downhill just before the alleys. As I slowed down I saw this car coming towards me, up the hill, and partially in my lane. I had already started off the road and onto the shoulder so I wasn’t at risk. But, as it turned out, the poor guy behind me got hit, head on. I didn’t see it and I can honestly say I didn’t hear the crash. The mufflers on the Merc were way loud and I’d often rev the engine up when I stopped. I’d started walking towards the door when a whole bunch of people came running out and headed towards the road and in the direction I’d just come from. I followed. It was a mess.
To be continued...
Monday, February 23, 2009
WINTER... way too soon (Part 40e)
At my grandfather’s house he asked me to drive him over to the harness horse training track that had been built across the river. What was so surprising about that was that my grandfather had never gone anywhere with me driving. He always drove and it was almost always in his vintage station wagon. But I didn’t say anything. He asked me how I liked the car which was also strange. He was a General Motors man, through and through. My father had told me that he’d been very upset when I bought my first car and it was a Ford product. I told him I really liked it and that it was a “fun car”. When we pulled into the track he changed the subject and asked me if I was still serious about becoming a professional harness racing driver/trainer. I didn’t know where that thought came from because I’d not said anything to anybody about a change in my plans. In any case I told him that it was still my only plan. When he heard that he got out of the car and told me to follow him. We went into one of the barns and he led me down to one of the stalls. He pointed to the horse that was inside and said that he was going to buy her. I thought he was going to tell me that he bought her for me but he didn’t. He just wanted to know that I was still serious about my career choice before he bought her.
Once we got back in the car he started in on me about driving an “inferior” vehicle. As I said, he was a GM man all the way through. I just sat there and took the teasing. Then he hit me with the bombshell. He told me that I should sell my car and buy my father’s convertible. I remember sitting there, not believing what I was hearing. I’d been to the car dealer when my father was looking at getting a new one and distinctly remember hearing the amount $800 mentioned as a trade in for his convertible. I remember thinking that there’s no way I could possibly come up with that kind of money. I don’t remember what he said after that because I was trying to do calculations in my head. My first words were “I can’t”. He, very calmly, said “Why not?”. I still couldn’t believe we were having this dialog or what had triggered it.
By the time we drove away there was a semblance of a plan in place. I’d repaid all the loans I’d made from my grandfather so he said that he’d loan me the difference after I sold my car. I told him I’d pursue selling my car but still not sure that I wanted to. I loved that Merc and yet the idea of having a convertible with red leather seat at college was a big temptation. All the guys who had convertibles were really popular. So, on my way back home I decided I’d look up the guy who asked if I wanted to sell it when I was home at Thanksgiving.
I stopped at the gas station hoping to find him there. All I found was the two guys who were buying it from Cliff. They didn’t know where he was as they had fired him when they started running the station. So I headed home. When I got there I found out that my father had been in on the whole idea and that’s why the convertible was still in the driveway. He asked if I wanted to take it for a drive. As strange as it may seem I’d never driven any of his “good” cars. I headed over to Elle’s to ask her if she wanted to go for a ride only to find her not feeling well as her period had started. That was always good and bad news but the timing of it couldn't have been worse. It meant I'd lose a week of being"up close and personal" with her. I went for a drive, by myself, and incorporated looking for the guy who wanted to buy my car into it. I found out that he was working at the new bowling alley but he wasn’t there when I stopped. I truly was impressed with the car. Even though it was much bigger and heavier than my car it was still very fast. I took it out onto the new by-pass and got it up to over 95 miles per hour. The best my Merc could do was around 90.
By now my thoughts were on selling my car and not much else. Even when I went over to Elle’s after supper I couldn’t get it off my mind. But reality took hold when Elle started teasing me about her Christmas present to me which was under her tree. I remembered that I hadn’t done any of my shopping except for buying the panties for Elle and that I still had to go pick them up. As Elle wasn’t feeling all that good I left fairly early and went to bed trying to come up with ideas for the presents I needed. As I said, I wasn’t too pleased that Elle had her period. I’d fantasized seeing her wear the new panties and now I knew she’d be wearing cotton ones along with her sanitary panties until it was over.
To be continued...
At my grandfather’s house he asked me to drive him over to the harness horse training track that had been built across the river. What was so surprising about that was that my grandfather had never gone anywhere with me driving. He always drove and it was almost always in his vintage station wagon. But I didn’t say anything. He asked me how I liked the car which was also strange. He was a General Motors man, through and through. My father had told me that he’d been very upset when I bought my first car and it was a Ford product. I told him I really liked it and that it was a “fun car”. When we pulled into the track he changed the subject and asked me if I was still serious about becoming a professional harness racing driver/trainer. I didn’t know where that thought came from because I’d not said anything to anybody about a change in my plans. In any case I told him that it was still my only plan. When he heard that he got out of the car and told me to follow him. We went into one of the barns and he led me down to one of the stalls. He pointed to the horse that was inside and said that he was going to buy her. I thought he was going to tell me that he bought her for me but he didn’t. He just wanted to know that I was still serious about my career choice before he bought her.
Once we got back in the car he started in on me about driving an “inferior” vehicle. As I said, he was a GM man all the way through. I just sat there and took the teasing. Then he hit me with the bombshell. He told me that I should sell my car and buy my father’s convertible. I remember sitting there, not believing what I was hearing. I’d been to the car dealer when my father was looking at getting a new one and distinctly remember hearing the amount $800 mentioned as a trade in for his convertible. I remember thinking that there’s no way I could possibly come up with that kind of money. I don’t remember what he said after that because I was trying to do calculations in my head. My first words were “I can’t”. He, very calmly, said “Why not?”. I still couldn’t believe we were having this dialog or what had triggered it.
By the time we drove away there was a semblance of a plan in place. I’d repaid all the loans I’d made from my grandfather so he said that he’d loan me the difference after I sold my car. I told him I’d pursue selling my car but still not sure that I wanted to. I loved that Merc and yet the idea of having a convertible with red leather seat at college was a big temptation. All the guys who had convertibles were really popular. So, on my way back home I decided I’d look up the guy who asked if I wanted to sell it when I was home at Thanksgiving.
I stopped at the gas station hoping to find him there. All I found was the two guys who were buying it from Cliff. They didn’t know where he was as they had fired him when they started running the station. So I headed home. When I got there I found out that my father had been in on the whole idea and that’s why the convertible was still in the driveway. He asked if I wanted to take it for a drive. As strange as it may seem I’d never driven any of his “good” cars. I headed over to Elle’s to ask her if she wanted to go for a ride only to find her not feeling well as her period had started. That was always good and bad news but the timing of it couldn't have been worse. It meant I'd lose a week of being"up close and personal" with her. I went for a drive, by myself, and incorporated looking for the guy who wanted to buy my car into it. I found out that he was working at the new bowling alley but he wasn’t there when I stopped. I truly was impressed with the car. Even though it was much bigger and heavier than my car it was still very fast. I took it out onto the new by-pass and got it up to over 95 miles per hour. The best my Merc could do was around 90.
By now my thoughts were on selling my car and not much else. Even when I went over to Elle’s after supper I couldn’t get it off my mind. But reality took hold when Elle started teasing me about her Christmas present to me which was under her tree. I remembered that I hadn’t done any of my shopping except for buying the panties for Elle and that I still had to go pick them up. As Elle wasn’t feeling all that good I left fairly early and went to bed trying to come up with ideas for the presents I needed. As I said, I wasn’t too pleased that Elle had her period. I’d fantasized seeing her wear the new panties and now I knew she’d be wearing cotton ones along with her sanitary panties until it was over.
To be continued...
Friday, February 20, 2009
WINTER... way too soon (Part 40d)
The Trooper had said it was about 20 miles to the Thruway and a decent sized town. He said the problem with the electricity and phones was strictly a local one. I’d asked about places to eat and he said there were plenty in that town. I’d been running on adrenalin and wasn’t all that hungry even though I hadn’t eaten for 24 hours. The girls were famished and complaining. None of them had eaten anything since lunch the day before. It took about 3/4 of an hour to get there. I stopped at the first eating place that I saw. It was almost noon. They all wanted to eat but I insisted that they all call home first. Of course I only heard one side of each conversation. I remember the part that I heard was almost universal for all three... “Yes, I’m alright. No, I’m not lying! Yes, I’ll call when we get to Nancy’s house. I love you! Bye.” Fortunately, when it came my turn I got my father. At least I knew there would be no histrionics. I assured him that all the girls were fine and that I hoped to be home by supper time. Then I went and joined the girls and ate my first good meal in over 24 hours.
It was noon by the time we got gas and on the road. I was surprised to see that the Thruway only had one lane completely clear and that the other was still snow/ice packed. Traffic wasn’t bad though, even going around the city. I had told Elle before we left the diner that I wouldn’t be stopping before Nancy’s house so she was prepared. When I calmed down from the stress of the road conditions I was able to think about Elle and I have to admit that after a few hours I was picturing Elle sitting there in the front seat, peeing. Being a Saturday there wasn’t the usual rush hour traffic. There still was plenty, but manageable. We got to Nancy’s house just before it got dark. It was quite a “welcome home”. It was like she'd been lost for a month and just been found. Of course her father "grilled" me about how I managed to get lost. I had to go through the whole scenario for him and he seemed to accept it. I really hadn’t wanted to stay that long.
I knew Elle had needed to change. When I got Nancy’s suitcase out of the car trunk I pulled Elle’s out so she could get dry panties. Nancy’s parents wanted us to stay for supper but, more than anything, I just wanted to get home. I was so tired!. I was still running on adrenalin and wanted to get the last two hours over with.
Because it was two hours or less until we would get home, Elle decided to wear just panties without pads and the sanitary panties. She’d washed up at Nancy’s and since she’d been wet, or close to it, for 24 hours straight wanted her skin to “dry out”. We still had about an hour to go when I felt really tired. I asked Elle to drive but she’d never driven a stick shift car. So we started singing silly songs to keep me awake. It worked and when I pulled into Pauline’s driveway it was as good as being home. It was another big “welcome home” and I had to reprise the explanation all over again. It was hard to escape. When we pulled into my driveway I just shut off the engine and sat there. Since it was dark and my parents were looking for me, it only took a minute until I saw the driveway light flashing on and off. I still just sat there, totally drained. Elle wasn’t saying a word, just sitting beside me. She was the one that saw my parents, as well as hers, coming down the walkway. After the hugs we all made our way into my house. My parents had invited Elle’s parents over to wait for us and then to have supper and they had been waiting, impatiently, for our arrival.
The one good thing was that we only had to tell our story once. I had to hand to my father as he kept my mother in check. She, on occasion, could go off on a tangent and every time she started that way, he’d cut her off. After eating, all I wanted to do was crash into my bed. I walked Elle out to the car to get her bags but her parents walked her home and I went back inside telling her that I’d see her in the morning. No kiss. No hug. No nothing.
It was around 10 am when I woke up. It was hard for me to grasp that it was Sunday. I’d lost all day Saturday and I’d planned on using it to do my Christmas shopping. Now I’d have to wait until Monday, (there were still “blue laws” back in those days where the stores were closed) Christmas eve, to get it all done. One of the most important things was to go get the panties I’d bought over Thanksgiving and that was going to take some time because the store was almost an hour away. When I came downstairs my father got to me first and told me that my grandfather wanted to see me sometime before Christmas day. At first I thought there was something wrong with him or my grandmother but my father assured me that they were both OK but that was all he’d say. Of course I was intrigued. I wanted to see Elle but the shade in her room was still down indicating that she wasn’t up yet. On the spur of the moment I decided to jump in my car to go see him right then and there. As I walked out to my car I saw a third car in the driveway. I swore to myself that it hadn’t been there the night before. As I looked at it I recognized it as a brand new Buick hardtop and yet, my father’s old car, the convertible, was there as well. I was going stop and go back in the house to ask about it but kept on going.
To be continued...
The Trooper had said it was about 20 miles to the Thruway and a decent sized town. He said the problem with the electricity and phones was strictly a local one. I’d asked about places to eat and he said there were plenty in that town. I’d been running on adrenalin and wasn’t all that hungry even though I hadn’t eaten for 24 hours. The girls were famished and complaining. None of them had eaten anything since lunch the day before. It took about 3/4 of an hour to get there. I stopped at the first eating place that I saw. It was almost noon. They all wanted to eat but I insisted that they all call home first. Of course I only heard one side of each conversation. I remember the part that I heard was almost universal for all three... “Yes, I’m alright. No, I’m not lying! Yes, I’ll call when we get to Nancy’s house. I love you! Bye.” Fortunately, when it came my turn I got my father. At least I knew there would be no histrionics. I assured him that all the girls were fine and that I hoped to be home by supper time. Then I went and joined the girls and ate my first good meal in over 24 hours.
It was noon by the time we got gas and on the road. I was surprised to see that the Thruway only had one lane completely clear and that the other was still snow/ice packed. Traffic wasn’t bad though, even going around the city. I had told Elle before we left the diner that I wouldn’t be stopping before Nancy’s house so she was prepared. When I calmed down from the stress of the road conditions I was able to think about Elle and I have to admit that after a few hours I was picturing Elle sitting there in the front seat, peeing. Being a Saturday there wasn’t the usual rush hour traffic. There still was plenty, but manageable. We got to Nancy’s house just before it got dark. It was quite a “welcome home”. It was like she'd been lost for a month and just been found. Of course her father "grilled" me about how I managed to get lost. I had to go through the whole scenario for him and he seemed to accept it. I really hadn’t wanted to stay that long.
I knew Elle had needed to change. When I got Nancy’s suitcase out of the car trunk I pulled Elle’s out so she could get dry panties. Nancy’s parents wanted us to stay for supper but, more than anything, I just wanted to get home. I was so tired!. I was still running on adrenalin and wanted to get the last two hours over with.
Because it was two hours or less until we would get home, Elle decided to wear just panties without pads and the sanitary panties. She’d washed up at Nancy’s and since she’d been wet, or close to it, for 24 hours straight wanted her skin to “dry out”. We still had about an hour to go when I felt really tired. I asked Elle to drive but she’d never driven a stick shift car. So we started singing silly songs to keep me awake. It worked and when I pulled into Pauline’s driveway it was as good as being home. It was another big “welcome home” and I had to reprise the explanation all over again. It was hard to escape. When we pulled into my driveway I just shut off the engine and sat there. Since it was dark and my parents were looking for me, it only took a minute until I saw the driveway light flashing on and off. I still just sat there, totally drained. Elle wasn’t saying a word, just sitting beside me. She was the one that saw my parents, as well as hers, coming down the walkway. After the hugs we all made our way into my house. My parents had invited Elle’s parents over to wait for us and then to have supper and they had been waiting, impatiently, for our arrival.
The one good thing was that we only had to tell our story once. I had to hand to my father as he kept my mother in check. She, on occasion, could go off on a tangent and every time she started that way, he’d cut her off. After eating, all I wanted to do was crash into my bed. I walked Elle out to the car to get her bags but her parents walked her home and I went back inside telling her that I’d see her in the morning. No kiss. No hug. No nothing.
It was around 10 am when I woke up. It was hard for me to grasp that it was Sunday. I’d lost all day Saturday and I’d planned on using it to do my Christmas shopping. Now I’d have to wait until Monday, (there were still “blue laws” back in those days where the stores were closed) Christmas eve, to get it all done. One of the most important things was to go get the panties I’d bought over Thanksgiving and that was going to take some time because the store was almost an hour away. When I came downstairs my father got to me first and told me that my grandfather wanted to see me sometime before Christmas day. At first I thought there was something wrong with him or my grandmother but my father assured me that they were both OK but that was all he’d say. Of course I was intrigued. I wanted to see Elle but the shade in her room was still down indicating that she wasn’t up yet. On the spur of the moment I decided to jump in my car to go see him right then and there. As I walked out to my car I saw a third car in the driveway. I swore to myself that it hadn’t been there the night before. As I looked at it I recognized it as a brand new Buick hardtop and yet, my father’s old car, the convertible, was there as well. I was going stop and go back in the house to ask about it but kept on going.
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
WINTER... way too soon (Part 40c)
The girls started in with these horrible "what if" scenarios as to what might happen to us. In writing this I’m smiling because the period in time was way before the horror movie craze. I don’t remember any specifics but I do remember finally telling them to shut up. I tried getting them to talk about their plans for the holiday but they were now mad at me so they stayed quiet. I got the wool blankets in the closet out but found no pillows. I laid them on the end of the beds and suggested that they might as well think about getting some sleep. I went out to relieve myself and to see if it was still snowing. It was but the wind had stopped and the snow wasn’t as heavy. I’d learned that it meant that it was getting colder and that fact didn’t make me very happy.
When I got back in the room Nancy and Pauline had climbed onto one bed. It was warm enough for them to have taken their coats off and they had pulled the blankets up over them. They were using their coats as pillows. I thought that was pretty clever. Elle was still sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the heater. I asked if she was going to change and she shrugged her shoulders. She asked if I’d be able to get into the trunk of my car before we left. I asked why and she said that if she changed now she’d have no dry panties for the rest of the trip. She had but two dry panties but had plenty of sanitary pads. I suggested that she just pull out the soggy pads and stuff some dry ones inside the plastic panties for the night. She didn’t like that idea but that’s what she did.
Ever since our weekend in Pennsylvania I’d been fantasizing about sleeping with Elle again. It certainly wasn’t working out the way I’d dreamed. Here we were with our clothes on, sharing a very uncomfortable single bed, trying to stay warm and with two other girls in the same room to boot. I remember snuggling up to Elle’s back and trying to go to sleep. I just couldn’t. There was too much on my mind. I knew our parents would be frantic for one thing. I was also worried about the conditions of the roads the rest of the way home. I had no idea how bad the storm might be further on. I knew I'd have to did the car out as well before we’d be able to go on. It was a long, long night.
I was awake when I heard Nancy and Pauline whispering about going to the bathroom. One of them said that she couldn’t see any harm in using the toilet, that she didn’t want to go out in the cold again. I sat up and told them they better not dare. I know I scared them because within a few seconds they were on their way out the door. When they returned I didn’t hear a peep out of them. I do remember thinking about their panties being a bit damp again though.
When I saw the first vestiges of daylight I got up and went out to see just how bad the car was buried in the snow. I didn’t like what I saw. One good thing was that I’d pulled the car into the parking area far enough that it didn’t get hit by the snowplow. But it was so close to the road that the snow that was pushed off the road was packed in tightly to the back end of the car. Standing in the road you wouldn’t have even known a car was there. I didn’t have a shovel so went looking over by the office. I found a coal shovel and when I saw it I was disappointed. I was looking for, and expected to find, a wide bladed snow shovel. But, in this case, the coal shovel was what I needed. I literally had to carve out blocks of snow to move it. There was no wind but it was a lot colder than it had been when we arrived. On top of being packed in by the plow the wet snow that had fallen first had now frozen. Other than my hands and ears I was plenty warm as I worked to clear a path for the car to get out. On the flat, my guess was that more than a foot had fallen. As I was working a State trooped stopped to see if I needed assistance. By then I had it pretty much under control. But at least I was able to ask how the roads were and how far it was to the Thruway. He said they were clear but snow packed and to take my time.
The girls showed up just about the time I got all the snow cleared from the back of the car to the road. The problem was that the car was on a slight incline headed down towards the motel and I was afraid that when I put the car in gear to back out the wheels would start spinning. So, reluctantly, I ended up shoveling out the front of the car so the girls would be able to help push. By then they were complaining about being cold. Then the owner came out. He wasn’t any more friendly than he’d been when I first knocked on his door. He wanted to know if we’d put everything back where we’d found it in the room. I didn’t know but the girls said they had. The girls got in the car after I’d had it running for a while and I went over to get my drivers license back from the man. He said he wanted to look at the room first so, now getting frustrated, I followed him on down. When he saw where the girls had peed he was upset. I know I snapped back at him at that point. I don’t remember exactly what I said but it had to be something like “where did you expect us to go!” He opened the door and the first place he went was into the bathroom. That made me even madder since it was obvious that we’d gone outdoors. But, as he peered into the toilet I went into a momentary panic when I saw Elle’s soggy panties in the sink along with the pads. Luckily, he took a peek into the tub which gave me the chance to grab the cold mess up. He never said another word as I followed him up the hill to the parking lot. We stopped by the office and he went inside while I went over to the car and opened the trunk and stuffed the wet things down into a corner. He was almost to the car when I stood up. I was originally going to ask if the phones had come on but at that point all I wanted was to get out of there. I grabbed the license from him and never even said thanks. I had the girls get out and had them push on the hood of the car as I put it into reverse. With a bit of slipping and sliding I made it up onto the road. I was never so glad to leave a place as I was to leave there.
To be continued...
The girls started in with these horrible "what if" scenarios as to what might happen to us. In writing this I’m smiling because the period in time was way before the horror movie craze. I don’t remember any specifics but I do remember finally telling them to shut up. I tried getting them to talk about their plans for the holiday but they were now mad at me so they stayed quiet. I got the wool blankets in the closet out but found no pillows. I laid them on the end of the beds and suggested that they might as well think about getting some sleep. I went out to relieve myself and to see if it was still snowing. It was but the wind had stopped and the snow wasn’t as heavy. I’d learned that it meant that it was getting colder and that fact didn’t make me very happy.
When I got back in the room Nancy and Pauline had climbed onto one bed. It was warm enough for them to have taken their coats off and they had pulled the blankets up over them. They were using their coats as pillows. I thought that was pretty clever. Elle was still sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the heater. I asked if she was going to change and she shrugged her shoulders. She asked if I’d be able to get into the trunk of my car before we left. I asked why and she said that if she changed now she’d have no dry panties for the rest of the trip. She had but two dry panties but had plenty of sanitary pads. I suggested that she just pull out the soggy pads and stuff some dry ones inside the plastic panties for the night. She didn’t like that idea but that’s what she did.
Ever since our weekend in Pennsylvania I’d been fantasizing about sleeping with Elle again. It certainly wasn’t working out the way I’d dreamed. Here we were with our clothes on, sharing a very uncomfortable single bed, trying to stay warm and with two other girls in the same room to boot. I remember snuggling up to Elle’s back and trying to go to sleep. I just couldn’t. There was too much on my mind. I knew our parents would be frantic for one thing. I was also worried about the conditions of the roads the rest of the way home. I had no idea how bad the storm might be further on. I knew I'd have to did the car out as well before we’d be able to go on. It was a long, long night.
I was awake when I heard Nancy and Pauline whispering about going to the bathroom. One of them said that she couldn’t see any harm in using the toilet, that she didn’t want to go out in the cold again. I sat up and told them they better not dare. I know I scared them because within a few seconds they were on their way out the door. When they returned I didn’t hear a peep out of them. I do remember thinking about their panties being a bit damp again though.
When I saw the first vestiges of daylight I got up and went out to see just how bad the car was buried in the snow. I didn’t like what I saw. One good thing was that I’d pulled the car into the parking area far enough that it didn’t get hit by the snowplow. But it was so close to the road that the snow that was pushed off the road was packed in tightly to the back end of the car. Standing in the road you wouldn’t have even known a car was there. I didn’t have a shovel so went looking over by the office. I found a coal shovel and when I saw it I was disappointed. I was looking for, and expected to find, a wide bladed snow shovel. But, in this case, the coal shovel was what I needed. I literally had to carve out blocks of snow to move it. There was no wind but it was a lot colder than it had been when we arrived. On top of being packed in by the plow the wet snow that had fallen first had now frozen. Other than my hands and ears I was plenty warm as I worked to clear a path for the car to get out. On the flat, my guess was that more than a foot had fallen. As I was working a State trooped stopped to see if I needed assistance. By then I had it pretty much under control. But at least I was able to ask how the roads were and how far it was to the Thruway. He said they were clear but snow packed and to take my time.
The girls showed up just about the time I got all the snow cleared from the back of the car to the road. The problem was that the car was on a slight incline headed down towards the motel and I was afraid that when I put the car in gear to back out the wheels would start spinning. So, reluctantly, I ended up shoveling out the front of the car so the girls would be able to help push. By then they were complaining about being cold. Then the owner came out. He wasn’t any more friendly than he’d been when I first knocked on his door. He wanted to know if we’d put everything back where we’d found it in the room. I didn’t know but the girls said they had. The girls got in the car after I’d had it running for a while and I went over to get my drivers license back from the man. He said he wanted to look at the room first so, now getting frustrated, I followed him on down. When he saw where the girls had peed he was upset. I know I snapped back at him at that point. I don’t remember exactly what I said but it had to be something like “where did you expect us to go!” He opened the door and the first place he went was into the bathroom. That made me even madder since it was obvious that we’d gone outdoors. But, as he peered into the toilet I went into a momentary panic when I saw Elle’s soggy panties in the sink along with the pads. Luckily, he took a peek into the tub which gave me the chance to grab the cold mess up. He never said another word as I followed him up the hill to the parking lot. We stopped by the office and he went inside while I went over to the car and opened the trunk and stuffed the wet things down into a corner. He was almost to the car when I stood up. I was originally going to ask if the phones had come on but at that point all I wanted was to get out of there. I grabbed the license from him and never even said thanks. I had the girls get out and had them push on the hood of the car as I put it into reverse. With a bit of slipping and sliding I made it up onto the road. I was never so glad to leave a place as I was to leave there.
To be continued...
Sunday, February 15, 2009
WINTER... way too soon (Part 40b)
I was able to make it maybe another mile when I saw a sign that read “Motel”. There were no tire tracks into the driveway but I headed in anyway. I only got in far enough to get off the road. Needless to say the girls were pretty upset. At least we were all warm and dry. But I remembered that to keep the engine from overheating I had to make sure air could get to the radiator and, based on what I felt as I drove into the motel, snow was packed in under the front of the car. I told the girls to be calm and I’d be back soon. When I got out I saw a flickering of light coming from one end of the motel. That was a good sign. I dug the snow out from the front of the car and then trudged over to where I’d seen the flickering light.
As my eyes got used to the ambient light I could make out that there was a porch over the front of the motel. I headed for that just to get out of the snow. I walked down to where I’d seen the light and knocked on the door that read “Office”. I must’ve knocked a half dozen times before an old man answered. Friendliness was not his forte. He tried to close the door on me before I could explain my (our) problem. I did find out that the motel was closed for the Winter but the man and his wife lived there all year round. Even though each unit had a gas fired heater all the units had been winterized. In spite the fact we obviously needed help he wasn’t willing to offer any. I made one last plea and I don’t know what I said that made him change his mind but he finally let me in.
I had to make all kinds of promises to him and had to give him my drivers license before he finally agreed to let me have a room. I had to promise that we wouldn’t use the toilet. For some reason he decided that we would have to use one of what he called the “back” units. If I hadn’t been so desperate I would’ve asked why, but I didn’t. Before giving me the key and telling me where it was located he showed me how to light and operate the gas heater for the room. I’d never seen or used one before and I wasn’t all that happy with the prospect but it was better than staying in the car.
The girls were getting worried because I’d taken so long but they were happy that they weren’t going to have to stay in the car. Their happiness didn’t last long. The snow was mid calf and hard to walk in because it was so heavy. I told them not to even think about their suitcases as we would really be roughing it. I had no idea just how rough it would be.
Talk about sparse furnishings! There were two twin beds, a tiny desk, two rickety chairs, a small chest and a tiny table between the beds. The beds had only a mattress. There were no rugs of any kind but there were blankets in the closet. AND... it was cold as hell in there. Somehow, I remembered how to light the heater. We all huddled in front of the heater, waiting for it to start to take the chill off the room. One thing I remember vividly was that no one said anything about food.
Another thing that took a while to come up was just what were the girls to do about going to the bathroom. I hadn’t told them about the prohibition of using the toilet. For me it was not a problem. It wasn’t Elle who brought the subject up which was surprise. When I explained that they would have to go outside they didn’t believe me. It took a bit of convincing. But it reminded me of Elle's "problem". Time hadn’t meant anything since the big “flash” when we drove into the town. I’d had so many other things on my mind that I’d lost track of time and Elle’s “problem”. Even though the other girls were aware of the situation with Elle it was hard for me to talk about it with them present.
We were in an end unit so I went outside and stomped the snow down just off the end of the porch. I told them they had to make the best of the situation. Not very happy about it, they went out together which gave me a chance to ask Elle how she was doing. Just as she’d done on the trip home at Thanksgiving she’d worn a full “package” including the plastic pants, just as she would wear at night. She said she was wet but it wasn’t a problem... yet. She’d brought her handbag in with her and in it she had dry panties and a batch of pads. She said she’d wait until we tried to go to sleep before changing so that took some immediate pressure off. When the girls returned they were complaining bitterly in that they had nothing to wipe themselves with. Hearing that, I think that was the first time I really even thought about either of them and their panties. Knowing that they were both a bit damp made for the start of a bulge.
That was also about the time that the chill in the room was starting to abate. The problem was that everything in the room... walls, furniture, floor... were all the same cold temperature and they were still radiating cold. We’d finally pulled one of the beds up in front of the heater and were all huddled on the edge of it facing the heater. I think I was the first to unzip my coat and that was like a small victory. But, with that the girls started complaining about being hungry again. The only place that we’d seen that bore the slightest resemblance to having food was the grocery store where we saw the big flash of light. With no lights there was no chance of it still being open so I told them I didn’t know what I could do. Then the focus was on our parents and how they’d start to get worried. Again, I had no answer. When I'd finally gotten the motel owner to let us stay I asked if I could make a call home and he said the phone was dead. He'd tried to use it right after the lights went out. The girls were looking to me to have answers and I didn’t have any.
To be continued...
I was able to make it maybe another mile when I saw a sign that read “Motel”. There were no tire tracks into the driveway but I headed in anyway. I only got in far enough to get off the road. Needless to say the girls were pretty upset. At least we were all warm and dry. But I remembered that to keep the engine from overheating I had to make sure air could get to the radiator and, based on what I felt as I drove into the motel, snow was packed in under the front of the car. I told the girls to be calm and I’d be back soon. When I got out I saw a flickering of light coming from one end of the motel. That was a good sign. I dug the snow out from the front of the car and then trudged over to where I’d seen the flickering light.
As my eyes got used to the ambient light I could make out that there was a porch over the front of the motel. I headed for that just to get out of the snow. I walked down to where I’d seen the light and knocked on the door that read “Office”. I must’ve knocked a half dozen times before an old man answered. Friendliness was not his forte. He tried to close the door on me before I could explain my (our) problem. I did find out that the motel was closed for the Winter but the man and his wife lived there all year round. Even though each unit had a gas fired heater all the units had been winterized. In spite the fact we obviously needed help he wasn’t willing to offer any. I made one last plea and I don’t know what I said that made him change his mind but he finally let me in.
I had to make all kinds of promises to him and had to give him my drivers license before he finally agreed to let me have a room. I had to promise that we wouldn’t use the toilet. For some reason he decided that we would have to use one of what he called the “back” units. If I hadn’t been so desperate I would’ve asked why, but I didn’t. Before giving me the key and telling me where it was located he showed me how to light and operate the gas heater for the room. I’d never seen or used one before and I wasn’t all that happy with the prospect but it was better than staying in the car.
The girls were getting worried because I’d taken so long but they were happy that they weren’t going to have to stay in the car. Their happiness didn’t last long. The snow was mid calf and hard to walk in because it was so heavy. I told them not to even think about their suitcases as we would really be roughing it. I had no idea just how rough it would be.
Talk about sparse furnishings! There were two twin beds, a tiny desk, two rickety chairs, a small chest and a tiny table between the beds. The beds had only a mattress. There were no rugs of any kind but there were blankets in the closet. AND... it was cold as hell in there. Somehow, I remembered how to light the heater. We all huddled in front of the heater, waiting for it to start to take the chill off the room. One thing I remember vividly was that no one said anything about food.
Another thing that took a while to come up was just what were the girls to do about going to the bathroom. I hadn’t told them about the prohibition of using the toilet. For me it was not a problem. It wasn’t Elle who brought the subject up which was surprise. When I explained that they would have to go outside they didn’t believe me. It took a bit of convincing. But it reminded me of Elle's "problem". Time hadn’t meant anything since the big “flash” when we drove into the town. I’d had so many other things on my mind that I’d lost track of time and Elle’s “problem”. Even though the other girls were aware of the situation with Elle it was hard for me to talk about it with them present.
We were in an end unit so I went outside and stomped the snow down just off the end of the porch. I told them they had to make the best of the situation. Not very happy about it, they went out together which gave me a chance to ask Elle how she was doing. Just as she’d done on the trip home at Thanksgiving she’d worn a full “package” including the plastic pants, just as she would wear at night. She said she was wet but it wasn’t a problem... yet. She’d brought her handbag in with her and in it she had dry panties and a batch of pads. She said she’d wait until we tried to go to sleep before changing so that took some immediate pressure off. When the girls returned they were complaining bitterly in that they had nothing to wipe themselves with. Hearing that, I think that was the first time I really even thought about either of them and their panties. Knowing that they were both a bit damp made for the start of a bulge.
That was also about the time that the chill in the room was starting to abate. The problem was that everything in the room... walls, furniture, floor... were all the same cold temperature and they were still radiating cold. We’d finally pulled one of the beds up in front of the heater and were all huddled on the edge of it facing the heater. I think I was the first to unzip my coat and that was like a small victory. But, with that the girls started complaining about being hungry again. The only place that we’d seen that bore the slightest resemblance to having food was the grocery store where we saw the big flash of light. With no lights there was no chance of it still being open so I told them I didn’t know what I could do. Then the focus was on our parents and how they’d start to get worried. Again, I had no answer. When I'd finally gotten the motel owner to let us stay I asked if I could make a call home and he said the phone was dead. He'd tried to use it right after the lights went out. The girls were looking to me to have answers and I didn’t have any.
To be continued...
Friday, February 13, 2009
WINTER... way too soon (Part 40a)
Even though it hadn’t snowed for a few days the back roads that I used to get over to Elle’s school were still snow packed. It took a little longer than usual but I really had no problems. The girls were ready and anxious to get on the road. When I first left my school and saw the condition of the road I thought that I would take the old, tried and true way home. But, with no trouble on my way to Elle’s, I changed my mind. The “short cut” I’d taken on the way home for Thanksgiving had proved to be a time saver so I figured I’d try it again.
Initially, it seemed like a good choice. The further South I got the better the roads were. But it wasn’t long after I’d turned onto the “short cut” that the sky turned black. Within minutes it started to snow... and snow... and snow! And it wasn’t a dry snow like usual. It was a wet snow and wind driven. The windshield wipers just pushed the snow to the side and with each sweep the space I had to look though became smaller and smaller. After about 20 minutes or so I had to stop to push it off the windshield and rear window. The roads were getting a bit slippery but were certainly not dangerous. At Thanksgiving I’d stopped for Elle to use the bathroom about two hours after leaving her school. It was well past two hours and we still hadn’t passed the gas station I’d stopped at. I rationalized it by thinking it was because I couldn’t drive as fast. But when another half hour went by and I still didn’t recognize any landmarks. I did find a place to stop for Elle and broke one of the cardinal rules for males and asked for directions.
What a shock to find out that I was no longer headed Southeast but heading almost due East. The wet snow, because of the strong wind, had plastered itself against the route markers, obliterating the numbers and I had just plain missed the turn I needed. I told the guy where I was headed and asked which way was best... to go back or to keep going. He told me to flip a coin. With that we got back in the car and kept going. It was soon dark and the roads still hadn’t been plowed so it was really slow going. The girls started complaining about being hungry. We hadn’t seen any place to eat in over an hour so I promised that I’d stop at the next grocery store. We could see a “glow” up ahead and I figured that it might be a town. But, before we got there we saw a fire up in a tree ahead of us. It really looked eerie and as we drove past I could see that it was actually a transformer on a light pole that was on fire. About a half mile further on we entered the town of Phonecia. There was a stop light and I wasn’t too pleased with that as the snow on the roadway was getting deeper. As we waited for it to change we were looking at the big plate glass window of a grocery store. The girls were all excited, thinking of the food inside. Even before the light changed to green we saw what was probably the brightest flash of light we’d ever seen. It came from inside the store and then everything went black. The stop light and all the street lights were out as well. There wasn’t even a flicker of light other than the dull glow from my snow packed headlights.
We sat there for a few minutes, too stunned to do anything. I knew that I had to get out and to push the snow away from the wipers and when I did I looked back and saw that the fire in the transformer we had seen had now fully engaged the nearby trees. Darkness on the one side and a creepy orange glow on the other. I had a hard time getting the car going. As I drove through the town it was really strange not to see any lights at all. As we reached the outskirts of town I found it getting harder and harder to move forward. The front bumper was actually pushing some snow. I think that was the first time that I became really concerned.
To be continued...
Even though it hadn’t snowed for a few days the back roads that I used to get over to Elle’s school were still snow packed. It took a little longer than usual but I really had no problems. The girls were ready and anxious to get on the road. When I first left my school and saw the condition of the road I thought that I would take the old, tried and true way home. But, with no trouble on my way to Elle’s, I changed my mind. The “short cut” I’d taken on the way home for Thanksgiving had proved to be a time saver so I figured I’d try it again.
Initially, it seemed like a good choice. The further South I got the better the roads were. But it wasn’t long after I’d turned onto the “short cut” that the sky turned black. Within minutes it started to snow... and snow... and snow! And it wasn’t a dry snow like usual. It was a wet snow and wind driven. The windshield wipers just pushed the snow to the side and with each sweep the space I had to look though became smaller and smaller. After about 20 minutes or so I had to stop to push it off the windshield and rear window. The roads were getting a bit slippery but were certainly not dangerous. At Thanksgiving I’d stopped for Elle to use the bathroom about two hours after leaving her school. It was well past two hours and we still hadn’t passed the gas station I’d stopped at. I rationalized it by thinking it was because I couldn’t drive as fast. But when another half hour went by and I still didn’t recognize any landmarks. I did find a place to stop for Elle and broke one of the cardinal rules for males and asked for directions.
What a shock to find out that I was no longer headed Southeast but heading almost due East. The wet snow, because of the strong wind, had plastered itself against the route markers, obliterating the numbers and I had just plain missed the turn I needed. I told the guy where I was headed and asked which way was best... to go back or to keep going. He told me to flip a coin. With that we got back in the car and kept going. It was soon dark and the roads still hadn’t been plowed so it was really slow going. The girls started complaining about being hungry. We hadn’t seen any place to eat in over an hour so I promised that I’d stop at the next grocery store. We could see a “glow” up ahead and I figured that it might be a town. But, before we got there we saw a fire up in a tree ahead of us. It really looked eerie and as we drove past I could see that it was actually a transformer on a light pole that was on fire. About a half mile further on we entered the town of Phonecia. There was a stop light and I wasn’t too pleased with that as the snow on the roadway was getting deeper. As we waited for it to change we were looking at the big plate glass window of a grocery store. The girls were all excited, thinking of the food inside. Even before the light changed to green we saw what was probably the brightest flash of light we’d ever seen. It came from inside the store and then everything went black. The stop light and all the street lights were out as well. There wasn’t even a flicker of light other than the dull glow from my snow packed headlights.
We sat there for a few minutes, too stunned to do anything. I knew that I had to get out and to push the snow away from the wipers and when I did I looked back and saw that the fire in the transformer we had seen had now fully engaged the nearby trees. Darkness on the one side and a creepy orange glow on the other. I had a hard time getting the car going. As I drove through the town it was really strange not to see any lights at all. As we reached the outskirts of town I found it getting harder and harder to move forward. The front bumper was actually pushing some snow. I think that was the first time that I became really concerned.
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... (PART 39f)
We left to go back to school right after lunch on Sunday. Just as I was slowing down to turn into Pauline’s driveway a dog ran in front of the car. There was no way to miss it and I can still remember feeling the ”thump“ as a wheel ran over it. I stopped immediately and got out to see how bad it was. It was just a little dog so I picked it up from under the car. As I did I was looking for a heart beat and couldn’t find it. With the car still part way into the road, and Elle still in the car, I started walking towards Pauline’s house. I was almost up to the door when she came out and immediately screamed. Long story short... it wasn’t her dog but that of the neighbor. I took it over and had to go through the psychological trauma of giving the dead dog to them. I knew it wasn’t my fault but that didn’t lessen the pain I felt for the family. It was at least an hour before we got on the road. I really wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the trip. However, it went fairly smoothly, other than the traffic. There wasn’t much conversation and even when I said goodbye to Elle there wasn’t much in the way of passion. A ”lost“ weekend?
In a way I was glad to get back to classes. Some of the discord about my being dunked in the lake had calmed down and things were a little more cordial around the fraternity. The main item of concern was the social probation that the house had been put under. The house president and the faculty advisor had appealed that ruling and everyone was waiting for the decision due Thursday.
Waking up that morning I found that it was snowing... and it continued to snow for over 24 hours. I quickly found out that having a car brought with it some major problems. The town had an ordinance that whenever there was a snowfall of over 6 inches you couldn’t park on the street. All I remember is that there was more than a foot when it was all over. The K’s driveway only held one car, theirs. That meant that the other tenant and I had to find a place to park. I made a BIG error that night. The probation had been lifted and we had a party to celebrate. When I finally left the house I ended up leaving it at the gas station where I usually bought my gas, but without permission. When I went to pick it up the next morning I found it plowed in with snow. The guy who plowed the property did it before the garage even opened and he, supposedly, had no where to push the snow except up against all the cars that were parked in the lot, including mine. And it was packed in hard! I, of course, was mad when I saw it. But the owner of the station had no sympathy for me saying that since I hadn’t asked his permission to leave the car there, the fault was mine. I didn’t want to miss class so had to trudge my way to the fraternity without doing any digging.
As I mentioned, it snowed for over 24 hours straight. By the time I got back to the car the lot had been plowed again and there was even more snow packed in against the back of it. I dreaded the thought of having to did it out but I had no choice if I was going to see Elle that weekend. It actually took parts of two days. I dragged most of the Unholy Alliance down there to help with a promise of free beer. But was now Saturday and by the time we got finished and I ”paid“ the guys off it was dark. We’d heard that some of the roads that I used to get over to Elle’s were in bad shape and I ended up adding that to my excuse as to why I wasn’t coming over. I don’t remember her reaction. But truth of the matter was that I was in no shape to drive anywhere, let alone 40 something miles over back roads.
It seemed like that snowstorm unleashed a whole string of storms that covered the next two weeks. I don’t remember if it was only because of the snow that I didn’t get over to see Elle the following weekend either but I didn’t. We were both to finish classes on Friday, the 20th and I was planning on bringing Elle and the same two girls home, weather permitting. I remember that it didn’t snow the days right before but I’d learned that there could be a big difference in the accumulation of snow from one valley to another. Elle was two valleys away and when I called her the night before we were to leave she said that it looked good to her. That was good enough for me. I had my car packed and ready to go and was on my way minutes after classes let out. I shouldn’t have been in such a rush.
To be continued...
We left to go back to school right after lunch on Sunday. Just as I was slowing down to turn into Pauline’s driveway a dog ran in front of the car. There was no way to miss it and I can still remember feeling the ”thump“ as a wheel ran over it. I stopped immediately and got out to see how bad it was. It was just a little dog so I picked it up from under the car. As I did I was looking for a heart beat and couldn’t find it. With the car still part way into the road, and Elle still in the car, I started walking towards Pauline’s house. I was almost up to the door when she came out and immediately screamed. Long story short... it wasn’t her dog but that of the neighbor. I took it over and had to go through the psychological trauma of giving the dead dog to them. I knew it wasn’t my fault but that didn’t lessen the pain I felt for the family. It was at least an hour before we got on the road. I really wasn’t looking forward to the rest of the trip. However, it went fairly smoothly, other than the traffic. There wasn’t much conversation and even when I said goodbye to Elle there wasn’t much in the way of passion. A ”lost“ weekend?
In a way I was glad to get back to classes. Some of the discord about my being dunked in the lake had calmed down and things were a little more cordial around the fraternity. The main item of concern was the social probation that the house had been put under. The house president and the faculty advisor had appealed that ruling and everyone was waiting for the decision due Thursday.
Waking up that morning I found that it was snowing... and it continued to snow for over 24 hours. I quickly found out that having a car brought with it some major problems. The town had an ordinance that whenever there was a snowfall of over 6 inches you couldn’t park on the street. All I remember is that there was more than a foot when it was all over. The K’s driveway only held one car, theirs. That meant that the other tenant and I had to find a place to park. I made a BIG error that night. The probation had been lifted and we had a party to celebrate. When I finally left the house I ended up leaving it at the gas station where I usually bought my gas, but without permission. When I went to pick it up the next morning I found it plowed in with snow. The guy who plowed the property did it before the garage even opened and he, supposedly, had no where to push the snow except up against all the cars that were parked in the lot, including mine. And it was packed in hard! I, of course, was mad when I saw it. But the owner of the station had no sympathy for me saying that since I hadn’t asked his permission to leave the car there, the fault was mine. I didn’t want to miss class so had to trudge my way to the fraternity without doing any digging.
As I mentioned, it snowed for over 24 hours straight. By the time I got back to the car the lot had been plowed again and there was even more snow packed in against the back of it. I dreaded the thought of having to did it out but I had no choice if I was going to see Elle that weekend. It actually took parts of two days. I dragged most of the Unholy Alliance down there to help with a promise of free beer. But was now Saturday and by the time we got finished and I ”paid“ the guys off it was dark. We’d heard that some of the roads that I used to get over to Elle’s were in bad shape and I ended up adding that to my excuse as to why I wasn’t coming over. I don’t remember her reaction. But truth of the matter was that I was in no shape to drive anywhere, let alone 40 something miles over back roads.
It seemed like that snowstorm unleashed a whole string of storms that covered the next two weeks. I don’t remember if it was only because of the snow that I didn’t get over to see Elle the following weekend either but I didn’t. We were both to finish classes on Friday, the 20th and I was planning on bringing Elle and the same two girls home, weather permitting. I remember that it didn’t snow the days right before but I’d learned that there could be a big difference in the accumulation of snow from one valley to another. Elle was two valleys away and when I called her the night before we were to leave she said that it looked good to her. That was good enough for me. I had my car packed and ready to go and was on my way minutes after classes let out. I shouldn’t have been in such a rush.
To be continued...
Friday, February 06, 2009
THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... (PART 39e)
I stopped at the gas station where I used to work to get some detail on how the racing season went. My brother was not the best communicator and, although I knew that they almost won the track championship, wanted some detail. Cliff, the owner, wasn’t there. Two high school students were working there in his stead and I recognized one of them. As soon as I got out of the car he asked me if I wanted to sell the car. I’d never given it a thought. I liked the car and had no logical reason to want to sell it. I told him ”no“. I tried to get some information about the race car and was absolutely shocked to hear him say that Cliff wasn’t going to drive any more. He told me that Cliff had sold the place to the two guys who worked as mechanics on the race car and was going into some sort of advertising business. What puzzled me about this news was that my father hadn’t said anything about it to me in our phone calls. Because I was hearing the news from a kid I wasn’t to sure of it’s validity. I didn’t stay long but, instead of heading home or to see Elle I drove on to the next town to visit the father of my friend, Cliffy who was away in the Navy, and to find out how he was doing. I got some good news from him in that Cliffy would be home on leave from over Christmas. It would be good to see him again.
Of course my father wanted to know how I made out on my ”job search“. I had to ”fudge“ the answer but didn’t lie when I said I’d been to a few places. I then asked about the sale of the gas station and the fact that Cliff wouldn’t be racing any more. He was as shocked as I had been when I heard it from the kid. I wondered what would become of the race car and, if it was going to be sold, who would get the money. I’d ”given“ it to my brother to avoid having to put any more money into it but I’d put a ton of it into it over the years. If my brother was to get all the proceeds it didn’t seem fair. I started getting mad at him just from the the thought of that happening. He was off with his guest so I couldn’t pursue the matter at that time.
Originally, I’d wanted to get over to see Elle as soon as I got back. But the news about the sale of the garage and race car had upset me enough to stop at home first. As soon as I’d turned the corner I could see her relatives were gone. Once I calmed down I headed in that direction. As I walked up to the house I could see laundry on the line. For some perverted reason I wanted to see just how many of Elle’s panties were out there but there were so many sheets that it was hard to count them. When I knocked on the door I was surprised to have her mother answer it. She told me that she’d asked Elle to take her shift at the drug store so she do the laundry and get the house back in order following the visit of the relatives. It meant that it wouldn’t be until after supper that I’d finally get to see her. All I could think of was more boredom.
When I got back to my house my father asked if I wanted to go car shopping with him. That was another shock. In the back of my mind I knew my father liked to get a new car every three or four years but I never really paid much attention. His ideas about makes and styles of cars were totally different than mine. For myself I’d always focused on used cars knowing that’s all I could afford. Not having anything else to do I said I’d go. My mother had no input on almost anything having to do with money so she wasn’t going to be involved in this process. That was good and probably the big reason I said yes.
He was a Buick man, through and through. It was almost as if no other brand of car was available. As far back as my memory went, he always had a convertible. His current car was a 1955 Roadmaster, a real ”boat“. I’d asked him a few times as to why a convertible since he seldom put the top down and I honestly don’t remember his answer. So, another surprise was when we walked into the showroom and he went right to a hardtop model. I knew better than to ask questions when he was in what my mother had called his ”inquisition mode“. I just stood by and listened to him ask all his questions to the salesman. We were there for quite a while and when we left it appeared that he’d pretty much made up his mind. I wasn’t close enough to him to try and pin him down on weather he was going to do it or not.
I ended up picking Elle up at work and bringing her home for supper. As a reward I was invited to join Elle and her parents to eat. But my mother, in her effort to ”fatten me up“, had promised me my favorite meal, pan fried fresh bay scallops and home made french fries. I hated to say ”no“ to Elle’s mother but I did. Since I'd only seen Elle for the few minutes ride from the drug store to home, we hadn’t come up with just what we were going to do that night. So, as I left her house I had no idea what we’d be doing. I hated that because I knew we’d be asked by her mother just where we were going. Every time that happened she’d strongly suggest that we just stay at their house which was the last place I wanted to be. Even though Elle was now 20 years old and was in her third year at school, when she was home her mother ruled.
My fears were confirmed when I got to her house. Even the fact that her parents went to bed early didn’t help. Elle, herself, was less than cooperative. I ended up going home around 10pm with neither of us being very happy. Saturday morning Elle went shopping with her mother for some new clothes that she would need for her practice teaching in the next semester. My father ended up getting my brother, his friend and I to rake up the last of the leaves. While we were doing that I asked my brother about the sale of the race car and it was news to him as well. Other than finding a place to buy the panties I was looking for it had been a pretty frustrating vacation. As I finished up I came to the realization that things had not gone well for me ever since the weekend that Elle and I had spent together. I actually began to wonder if God wasn’t sending me a message. I think we went to the movies that night but I don't remember anything memorable happening.
To be continued...
I stopped at the gas station where I used to work to get some detail on how the racing season went. My brother was not the best communicator and, although I knew that they almost won the track championship, wanted some detail. Cliff, the owner, wasn’t there. Two high school students were working there in his stead and I recognized one of them. As soon as I got out of the car he asked me if I wanted to sell the car. I’d never given it a thought. I liked the car and had no logical reason to want to sell it. I told him ”no“. I tried to get some information about the race car and was absolutely shocked to hear him say that Cliff wasn’t going to drive any more. He told me that Cliff had sold the place to the two guys who worked as mechanics on the race car and was going into some sort of advertising business. What puzzled me about this news was that my father hadn’t said anything about it to me in our phone calls. Because I was hearing the news from a kid I wasn’t to sure of it’s validity. I didn’t stay long but, instead of heading home or to see Elle I drove on to the next town to visit the father of my friend, Cliffy who was away in the Navy, and to find out how he was doing. I got some good news from him in that Cliffy would be home on leave from over Christmas. It would be good to see him again.
Of course my father wanted to know how I made out on my ”job search“. I had to ”fudge“ the answer but didn’t lie when I said I’d been to a few places. I then asked about the sale of the gas station and the fact that Cliff wouldn’t be racing any more. He was as shocked as I had been when I heard it from the kid. I wondered what would become of the race car and, if it was going to be sold, who would get the money. I’d ”given“ it to my brother to avoid having to put any more money into it but I’d put a ton of it into it over the years. If my brother was to get all the proceeds it didn’t seem fair. I started getting mad at him just from the the thought of that happening. He was off with his guest so I couldn’t pursue the matter at that time.
Originally, I’d wanted to get over to see Elle as soon as I got back. But the news about the sale of the garage and race car had upset me enough to stop at home first. As soon as I’d turned the corner I could see her relatives were gone. Once I calmed down I headed in that direction. As I walked up to the house I could see laundry on the line. For some perverted reason I wanted to see just how many of Elle’s panties were out there but there were so many sheets that it was hard to count them. When I knocked on the door I was surprised to have her mother answer it. She told me that she’d asked Elle to take her shift at the drug store so she do the laundry and get the house back in order following the visit of the relatives. It meant that it wouldn’t be until after supper that I’d finally get to see her. All I could think of was more boredom.
When I got back to my house my father asked if I wanted to go car shopping with him. That was another shock. In the back of my mind I knew my father liked to get a new car every three or four years but I never really paid much attention. His ideas about makes and styles of cars were totally different than mine. For myself I’d always focused on used cars knowing that’s all I could afford. Not having anything else to do I said I’d go. My mother had no input on almost anything having to do with money so she wasn’t going to be involved in this process. That was good and probably the big reason I said yes.
He was a Buick man, through and through. It was almost as if no other brand of car was available. As far back as my memory went, he always had a convertible. His current car was a 1955 Roadmaster, a real ”boat“. I’d asked him a few times as to why a convertible since he seldom put the top down and I honestly don’t remember his answer. So, another surprise was when we walked into the showroom and he went right to a hardtop model. I knew better than to ask questions when he was in what my mother had called his ”inquisition mode“. I just stood by and listened to him ask all his questions to the salesman. We were there for quite a while and when we left it appeared that he’d pretty much made up his mind. I wasn’t close enough to him to try and pin him down on weather he was going to do it or not.
I ended up picking Elle up at work and bringing her home for supper. As a reward I was invited to join Elle and her parents to eat. But my mother, in her effort to ”fatten me up“, had promised me my favorite meal, pan fried fresh bay scallops and home made french fries. I hated to say ”no“ to Elle’s mother but I did. Since I'd only seen Elle for the few minutes ride from the drug store to home, we hadn’t come up with just what we were going to do that night. So, as I left her house I had no idea what we’d be doing. I hated that because I knew we’d be asked by her mother just where we were going. Every time that happened she’d strongly suggest that we just stay at their house which was the last place I wanted to be. Even though Elle was now 20 years old and was in her third year at school, when she was home her mother ruled.
My fears were confirmed when I got to her house. Even the fact that her parents went to bed early didn’t help. Elle, herself, was less than cooperative. I ended up going home around 10pm with neither of us being very happy. Saturday morning Elle went shopping with her mother for some new clothes that she would need for her practice teaching in the next semester. My father ended up getting my brother, his friend and I to rake up the last of the leaves. While we were doing that I asked my brother about the sale of the race car and it was news to him as well. Other than finding a place to buy the panties I was looking for it had been a pretty frustrating vacation. As I finished up I came to the realization that things had not gone well for me ever since the weekend that Elle and I had spent together. I actually began to wonder if God wasn’t sending me a message. I think we went to the movies that night but I don't remember anything memorable happening.
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... (PART 39d)
Elle and I both had classes until noon that Wednesday prior to Thanksgiving. My school had a rule that if you missed any classes three days prior to any vacation without permission it was an automatic F. So, it was almost 1:30pm before I got to Elle’s sorority to pick her, her roommate Nancy and the other girl from near home, Pauline, up. The one good thing was that it was a perfect day for traveling. I’d picked up a short cut tip from the boyfriend of one of Elle’s roommates that was supposed to save at least a half hour drive time. With it being the day before Thanksgiving I knew there would be a lot of traffic near the city so saving time was a bonus. We made two stops for Elle prior to getting to the outskirts of the city. The expected traffic was there and it was almost 10pm when we got to Nancy’s house. Her mother insisted we all come in for coffee and cake and, as Elle needed to change her ”package“, it was hard to turn it down. Once we were on our way again it only took about 20 minutes for the girls to fall asleep. They stayed that way all the way to Pauline’s house. She was in the back seat and I had to get out of the car and shake her awake. I remember that she didn’t know where she was. I got her suitcase out of the trunk and up to the door for her. I got a surprise when her father answered the door in that he knew who I was. As it turned out, he and my father had gone to grade school together.
When we turned the corner to my house the familiar driveway light was on. So were the front porch lights at Elle’s house. As it was after midnight, that was a surprise. We could see a car in the driveway and Elle said it had to be her relatives from Massachusetts. She said that the last time she’d talked with her mother they weren’t sure they were coming. It meant that Elle would be tied up with them as long as they were there. That was not good news for me. The only commitment I had was to go to my grandparents for Thanksgiving dinner. All the way home I was counting on some serious ”snuggle“ time with Elle. As we walked over to her house with her bags we could see that everybody was up and waiting for her. All I got was a little peck on the cheek on the walkway up to the door. Not much of a reward for driving over 10 hours!
With no chance to see Elle before leaving for my grandparents I slept in. My mother had to wake me up. It was the first she’d seen of me since I’d gotten sick and she was shocked at how I looked. My brother had brought a friend home from his boarding school and he was occupied with him so I didn’t have any escape from her and her "concern. It was more of the same from my grandparents. I thought I looked pretty good, at least compared to when I was staying with the T’s. Dinner was a very boring time and I couldn’t wait to ”escape“, even though I didn’t have any plans. I ended up going back to my house and went for a walk on the beach. My mind got back to the panties I’d taken. I couldn’t come up with any plausible way to possibly get Elle to wear them without admitting to where they came from. But, knowing that Elle was going to be tied up with the relatives the next morning I hatched a plan to see if I couldn’t go find some of the same kind and buy them new.
I was up bright and early the next morning. The relative’s car was still there so I didn’t waste time by going over to Elle’s. I’d firmed up my ”action plan“ while lying in bed. I would take the newer pair and then look in some different stores to see if I could find any to match them. I decided to bypass the town where my grandparents lived. I knew I'd never seen any like them in my various visits there. I headed to a town further West. My plan was that if I didn’t find what I was looking for that I was going to ask for help. I’d come up with a story that I was married and I wanted to duplicate the panties as a present for her. I’d been in that town a few times and knew there were two small department stores. When my father asked where I was going all I said was that I was going looking for a job for over Christmas holiday. I remember rehearsing my story over and over all the way there. Even though I had my ”lines“ down pat, I was really nervous.
The first store I visited was called the Bon Ton. It was a small, local department store, much like the one in my grandparents town. I headed strait for the lingerie department. There were two display tables directly opposite the lingerie counter. I made a quick sight tour around both tables but, not seeing exactly what I was looking for, went to the counter. There were two ladies there and I chose the older one. I don’t know or remember why but I hit a ”home run“ as she turned out to be the buyer for the whole department. I know I was very, very nervous. I pulled the panties I’d purloined from the wash line out of my pocket and laid them out on the counter for her to see. I started in with my rehearsed ”lines“ and she never once interrupted me. She didn’t even question where the panties I’d brought came from or why they didn’t have a label in them. When I finished little speech she said something along the lines of ”Let’s see what I can do to help you“. I was totally surprised by her reaction.
She reached under the counter and pulled out about a half dozen catalogs and started flipping through the pages. On about the third one she folded a page back and pointed to a line drawing depicting a pair of panties that looked like what was on the counter. When I said they were the right ones she asked how many I wanted and what size. I told her I wanted six in size 5. She started writing the order up almost immediately. She asked if I wanted them to be mailed and since I didn’t want to give out my name or address I told her that I’d be back to pick them up. At that point she said it might be two to three weeks as it was going to be a special order and the manufacturer didn’t respond that quickly to small orders. I didn’t care. I had found what I was looking for and if they were there by Christmas I was going to be very happy. The total cost was just under $10 and, as my grandfather had slipped me a $10 bill the day before, I didn’t have to use any of my own money. That made a good day even better.
On my way back I started to fantasize what I’d say when I gave them to Elle. They were so very different that I hoped she would like them. I actually remember pulling the panties I’d taken over with me out and laying them on the seat next to me and stealing glances at them as I drove. Christmas couldn’t come soon enough.
To be continued...
Elle and I both had classes until noon that Wednesday prior to Thanksgiving. My school had a rule that if you missed any classes three days prior to any vacation without permission it was an automatic F. So, it was almost 1:30pm before I got to Elle’s sorority to pick her, her roommate Nancy and the other girl from near home, Pauline, up. The one good thing was that it was a perfect day for traveling. I’d picked up a short cut tip from the boyfriend of one of Elle’s roommates that was supposed to save at least a half hour drive time. With it being the day before Thanksgiving I knew there would be a lot of traffic near the city so saving time was a bonus. We made two stops for Elle prior to getting to the outskirts of the city. The expected traffic was there and it was almost 10pm when we got to Nancy’s house. Her mother insisted we all come in for coffee and cake and, as Elle needed to change her ”package“, it was hard to turn it down. Once we were on our way again it only took about 20 minutes for the girls to fall asleep. They stayed that way all the way to Pauline’s house. She was in the back seat and I had to get out of the car and shake her awake. I remember that she didn’t know where she was. I got her suitcase out of the trunk and up to the door for her. I got a surprise when her father answered the door in that he knew who I was. As it turned out, he and my father had gone to grade school together.
When we turned the corner to my house the familiar driveway light was on. So were the front porch lights at Elle’s house. As it was after midnight, that was a surprise. We could see a car in the driveway and Elle said it had to be her relatives from Massachusetts. She said that the last time she’d talked with her mother they weren’t sure they were coming. It meant that Elle would be tied up with them as long as they were there. That was not good news for me. The only commitment I had was to go to my grandparents for Thanksgiving dinner. All the way home I was counting on some serious ”snuggle“ time with Elle. As we walked over to her house with her bags we could see that everybody was up and waiting for her. All I got was a little peck on the cheek on the walkway up to the door. Not much of a reward for driving over 10 hours!
With no chance to see Elle before leaving for my grandparents I slept in. My mother had to wake me up. It was the first she’d seen of me since I’d gotten sick and she was shocked at how I looked. My brother had brought a friend home from his boarding school and he was occupied with him so I didn’t have any escape from her and her "concern. It was more of the same from my grandparents. I thought I looked pretty good, at least compared to when I was staying with the T’s. Dinner was a very boring time and I couldn’t wait to ”escape“, even though I didn’t have any plans. I ended up going back to my house and went for a walk on the beach. My mind got back to the panties I’d taken. I couldn’t come up with any plausible way to possibly get Elle to wear them without admitting to where they came from. But, knowing that Elle was going to be tied up with the relatives the next morning I hatched a plan to see if I couldn’t go find some of the same kind and buy them new.
I was up bright and early the next morning. The relative’s car was still there so I didn’t waste time by going over to Elle’s. I’d firmed up my ”action plan“ while lying in bed. I would take the newer pair and then look in some different stores to see if I could find any to match them. I decided to bypass the town where my grandparents lived. I knew I'd never seen any like them in my various visits there. I headed to a town further West. My plan was that if I didn’t find what I was looking for that I was going to ask for help. I’d come up with a story that I was married and I wanted to duplicate the panties as a present for her. I’d been in that town a few times and knew there were two small department stores. When my father asked where I was going all I said was that I was going looking for a job for over Christmas holiday. I remember rehearsing my story over and over all the way there. Even though I had my ”lines“ down pat, I was really nervous.
The first store I visited was called the Bon Ton. It was a small, local department store, much like the one in my grandparents town. I headed strait for the lingerie department. There were two display tables directly opposite the lingerie counter. I made a quick sight tour around both tables but, not seeing exactly what I was looking for, went to the counter. There were two ladies there and I chose the older one. I don’t know or remember why but I hit a ”home run“ as she turned out to be the buyer for the whole department. I know I was very, very nervous. I pulled the panties I’d purloined from the wash line out of my pocket and laid them out on the counter for her to see. I started in with my rehearsed ”lines“ and she never once interrupted me. She didn’t even question where the panties I’d brought came from or why they didn’t have a label in them. When I finished little speech she said something along the lines of ”Let’s see what I can do to help you“. I was totally surprised by her reaction.
She reached under the counter and pulled out about a half dozen catalogs and started flipping through the pages. On about the third one she folded a page back and pointed to a line drawing depicting a pair of panties that looked like what was on the counter. When I said they were the right ones she asked how many I wanted and what size. I told her I wanted six in size 5. She started writing the order up almost immediately. She asked if I wanted them to be mailed and since I didn’t want to give out my name or address I told her that I’d be back to pick them up. At that point she said it might be two to three weeks as it was going to be a special order and the manufacturer didn’t respond that quickly to small orders. I didn’t care. I had found what I was looking for and if they were there by Christmas I was going to be very happy. The total cost was just under $10 and, as my grandfather had slipped me a $10 bill the day before, I didn’t have to use any of my own money. That made a good day even better.
On my way back I started to fantasize what I’d say when I gave them to Elle. They were so very different that I hoped she would like them. I actually remember pulling the panties I’d taken over with me out and laying them on the seat next to me and stealing glances at them as I drove. Christmas couldn’t come soon enough.
To be continued...
Monday, February 02, 2009
THE REST OF THE FALL SEASON... fairly quiet (Part 39c)
All I can say is that the adrenaline that was pumping through my system must’ve warmed me up because as I sprinted up the stairs I stopped shaking from the cold. My elevated heart rate kept me warm as I tried to get heat up in the car. I pulled the panties out of my pocket and spread them on the passenger seat. They were slightly damp so were cold to the touch. I turned one pair inside out so as to read the label. I couldn’t wait to see it. But... there was no label. The only thing I found was the name tag of the girl who they belonged to. That was exciting but with only the dim dome light to see by I couldn't read it. Two disappointments. I looked down both side seams and all I found was a slight gap in the side seam where a label might’ve been. Who made them? I really wanted to know. It just didn’t seem fair. I’d just found the most unique panties I’d ever seen and I had no idea who made them. I knew I had to get some for Elle, somehow, someway.
I really wanted to bring them into Donnie’s house but the fact that they were damp and with all the people there it was too big a chance to take. So I put them in the trunk hoping that they might dry during the night. I couldn’t wait to get a really good look at them in the daylight and fell asleep trying to come up with an idea of how I could get Elle to wear one of them.
Elle had asked me to do her a favor and to bring a coat and tie with me as she wanted to go to church. I hadn’t been in a long, long time and her asking me made me feel guilty. So, even though I wanted desperately to inspect the panties I had to wait until after Donnie’s mother made sure I was ”well fed“ so I’d put some ”meat on those bones“ before going to the car. By the time I left to pick Elle up I didn’t have a lot of time before church was to start. In spite of that I popped open the trunk and jammed the panties into my coat pocket. I was trying to drive while looking at the panties and almost went through a red light. It didn’t take long (in a car) to get to the sorority and about the only thing I’d determined was that the panties belonged to a girl named Judy R. As I pulled into the driveway of the sorority I jammed them both under the front seat.
Elle had told me she had a surprise for me but still hadn’t given it to me by the time we said good night. I’d forgotten about it what with the excitement of the panties on my mind. About 20 minutes into the church service I found out what the surprise was all about. She (and another girl from the sorority) had decided to get confirmed and this was the Sunday that the Bishop was there to perform the ritual. I was blown away! We’d always said that we were getting married in a church, no matter what. Her family didn’t have a church affiliation so she had never been confirmed. I, until going away to school, had always been active in the church and Elle, wanting to please me, decided to get confirmed in the same church (denomination) as I had been. It was a really BIG surprise. I actually felt bad about not knowing as I would’ve had an appropriate gift for to commemorate the occasion. But I didn’t.
When the service was over I knew I had to do something special. On the spur of the moment I offered to take her to the Sugar Bowl for lunch. When I offered she gave me one of those pleading looks and asked if we could also take her sorority sister who’d also been confirmed, with us. There was no one from her family there and it was really a big deal for her. Monetarily, I could do it but I really wanted it to be just Elle and I. I’ve never been good at saying ”no“ and I didn’t.
By the time we were done (long wait, slow service) it was almost mid afternoon. I was hoping to have at least a few hours alone with Elle and when we left the girl off at the sorority, Elle wanted to go change. When she came back she didn’t look all that happy. She told me she didn’t feel all that well and begged off. She said she wanted to go lay down for a while. I was disappointed, again, and, in looking back, probably acted a little childish when I told her I was going back to my school. I do remember pulling the panties I’d taken the night before out from under the seat and onto the passenger seat and trying to inspect them again while I was driving.
As it turned out, Elle was sick and for the whole week. When I told her I was coming over that next weekend she begged me not to. I was hurt but her excuse was that she’d gotten so far behind on her schoolwork that she just had to get caught up. She tried to tell me that she, in her heart, wanted to see me but it was imperative that she keep her grades up. There was nothing I could say to change her mind. She did remind me that it was only a few more days until the Thanksgiving break. So that, along with trying to come up with a way to to get her into those special panties I'd taken off the clothes line, was what I focused on until I went to pick her up to go home for Thanksgiving.
In a way, that, itself, was a bit of a problem. Some of the guys from near where my home was approached me about getting a ride home and back. They were underclassmen and without cars. There were four of them and they were willing to pay $20 each for the trip. It was hard to turn them (and the money) down. But I’d promised Elle that I’d take her roommate Nancy and another girl who lived in the town next to ours, home. Eighty dollars, right before Christmas, was a lot to turn down, especially since I didn’t have a job for the holidays.
If there was one good thing that happened over that last period before Thanksgiving was that I gained most of my lost weight back and was feeling much stronger. I’d been a ”good boy“ and hadn’t partied all that much and done a little more studying than usual. All in all , I was ready for a break away from school.
To be continued...
All I can say is that the adrenaline that was pumping through my system must’ve warmed me up because as I sprinted up the stairs I stopped shaking from the cold. My elevated heart rate kept me warm as I tried to get heat up in the car. I pulled the panties out of my pocket and spread them on the passenger seat. They were slightly damp so were cold to the touch. I turned one pair inside out so as to read the label. I couldn’t wait to see it. But... there was no label. The only thing I found was the name tag of the girl who they belonged to. That was exciting but with only the dim dome light to see by I couldn't read it. Two disappointments. I looked down both side seams and all I found was a slight gap in the side seam where a label might’ve been. Who made them? I really wanted to know. It just didn’t seem fair. I’d just found the most unique panties I’d ever seen and I had no idea who made them. I knew I had to get some for Elle, somehow, someway.
I really wanted to bring them into Donnie’s house but the fact that they were damp and with all the people there it was too big a chance to take. So I put them in the trunk hoping that they might dry during the night. I couldn’t wait to get a really good look at them in the daylight and fell asleep trying to come up with an idea of how I could get Elle to wear one of them.
Elle had asked me to do her a favor and to bring a coat and tie with me as she wanted to go to church. I hadn’t been in a long, long time and her asking me made me feel guilty. So, even though I wanted desperately to inspect the panties I had to wait until after Donnie’s mother made sure I was ”well fed“ so I’d put some ”meat on those bones“ before going to the car. By the time I left to pick Elle up I didn’t have a lot of time before church was to start. In spite of that I popped open the trunk and jammed the panties into my coat pocket. I was trying to drive while looking at the panties and almost went through a red light. It didn’t take long (in a car) to get to the sorority and about the only thing I’d determined was that the panties belonged to a girl named Judy R. As I pulled into the driveway of the sorority I jammed them both under the front seat.
Elle had told me she had a surprise for me but still hadn’t given it to me by the time we said good night. I’d forgotten about it what with the excitement of the panties on my mind. About 20 minutes into the church service I found out what the surprise was all about. She (and another girl from the sorority) had decided to get confirmed and this was the Sunday that the Bishop was there to perform the ritual. I was blown away! We’d always said that we were getting married in a church, no matter what. Her family didn’t have a church affiliation so she had never been confirmed. I, until going away to school, had always been active in the church and Elle, wanting to please me, decided to get confirmed in the same church (denomination) as I had been. It was a really BIG surprise. I actually felt bad about not knowing as I would’ve had an appropriate gift for to commemorate the occasion. But I didn’t.
When the service was over I knew I had to do something special. On the spur of the moment I offered to take her to the Sugar Bowl for lunch. When I offered she gave me one of those pleading looks and asked if we could also take her sorority sister who’d also been confirmed, with us. There was no one from her family there and it was really a big deal for her. Monetarily, I could do it but I really wanted it to be just Elle and I. I’ve never been good at saying ”no“ and I didn’t.
By the time we were done (long wait, slow service) it was almost mid afternoon. I was hoping to have at least a few hours alone with Elle and when we left the girl off at the sorority, Elle wanted to go change. When she came back she didn’t look all that happy. She told me she didn’t feel all that well and begged off. She said she wanted to go lay down for a while. I was disappointed, again, and, in looking back, probably acted a little childish when I told her I was going back to my school. I do remember pulling the panties I’d taken the night before out from under the seat and onto the passenger seat and trying to inspect them again while I was driving.
As it turned out, Elle was sick and for the whole week. When I told her I was coming over that next weekend she begged me not to. I was hurt but her excuse was that she’d gotten so far behind on her schoolwork that she just had to get caught up. She tried to tell me that she, in her heart, wanted to see me but it was imperative that she keep her grades up. There was nothing I could say to change her mind. She did remind me that it was only a few more days until the Thanksgiving break. So that, along with trying to come up with a way to to get her into those special panties I'd taken off the clothes line, was what I focused on until I went to pick her up to go home for Thanksgiving.
In a way, that, itself, was a bit of a problem. Some of the guys from near where my home was approached me about getting a ride home and back. They were underclassmen and without cars. There were four of them and they were willing to pay $20 each for the trip. It was hard to turn them (and the money) down. But I’d promised Elle that I’d take her roommate Nancy and another girl who lived in the town next to ours, home. Eighty dollars, right before Christmas, was a lot to turn down, especially since I didn’t have a job for the holidays.
If there was one good thing that happened over that last period before Thanksgiving was that I gained most of my lost weight back and was feeling much stronger. I’d been a ”good boy“ and hadn’t partied all that much and done a little more studying than usual. All in all , I was ready for a break away from school.
To be continued...
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