SETTLED... at least I thought so (Part 63c)
In the back of my mind was the “bet” between Mac and Lil. I’d seen Mac a few times and it almost seemed like he was trying to avoid me. About mid week I ran into Jim and, since he was the one who had told me about the whole thing, I asked what he knew about it. He wasn’t willing to talk that much but he did tell me that Mac and Lil (and Andy) had supposedly worked something out. I didn’t know what that meant and still didn't know who had won and who had lost. Jim wasn’t very forthcoming about it. By now I was really puzzled.
A coastal storm messed up the plans for spreading topsoil over some of the newest pads that Andy had cleared across the back part of the park. The new guy the “boys” had hired wasn’t keeping up with the job so I was pressed back into action. The rain made it so there were no clothes line peeks but on two of the service calls I made there was some lingerie hanging on temporary lines hanging in the bathrooms. I found one of them to be interesting in that the panties were the Carter’s Spanky pants with little flowers that I’d seen Ruthie wearing during the Summer. I had no money to spare but put it in my mind that when I did I’d have to try and find some.
Saturday the weather cleared but the ground was too wet to work in. Andy had tried but got his bulldozer buried in the sand. The “boys” had contracts on two more of the new trailers and were expecting a delivery of three more new ones that next week. They wanted to get the sold units in place so the newer ones could be displayed. We were out of cement blocks that were used under the trailers to stabilize them so I got sent to get a new supply. I’d done this a time or two and knew the foreman at the plant to be known as Larry and that everything had to go through him. He wasn’t there when I got there. I asked around and finally this heavy set woman with a huge smile on her face showed up and asked if she could help. I explained that I’d been told that I HAD to deal with Larry and he wasn’t there. She laughed and said that it was OK. She was Mrs Larry and laughed again. I placed the order and loaded the blocks on the pick up truck and then went to sign the order ticket. She saw it was for the trailer park and mentioned that she had baby sit for both of the “boys” when they were young. It was further evidence of small town living. Then she looked at my signature and asked if I was related to anyone in town as she recognized my last name. I mentioned my grandfather and she then laughed again (she did that a lot) and said “You must be Rick’s son“. I was and acknowledged it to her. She and my father had gone to school together.
I spent the next twenty minutes tracing my life’s travels for her. When I was done she sounded like my grandfather when she asked why I wasn’t using my college diploma. My answers weren’t satisfactory to her and it was almost like an order when she told me she wanted to see me in her office sometime the following week. I thought she meant at the cement block factory but then she handed me a card. On it read ”Deputy Director: County Civil Service". She then explained that her father owned the cement factory and her husband, Larry, managed it. She told me how to find her office and sent me on my way. As I drove back to the park I wasn’t quite sure what had just happened.
I didn’t say anything to my grandfather when I took him to visit my grandmother on Sunday. I barely mentioned it to Elle just casually saying that I had another interview but I didn’t know for what. She gave me a puzzled look and let it pass.
Monday and Tuesday were taken up setting the new trailers on their pads. On Wednesday I called the lady and asked if I could come in late in the afternoon as I didn’t want the ”boys“ to know I was out looking for a job. She told me to come in around 5:30pm and she would wait. The building was new and not yet fully occupied. It took a bit of searching to find her office. She was waiting at the receptionist’s desk and had a few sheets of paper for me. I’d told her on Saturday that I was an Economics major with a concentration in Public Finance. After greeting me she held up one of the papers. Across the top in bold type it read ”STAFF ACCOUNTANT“. Then she said ”the position is yours... all you have to do is take a test.“ I was dumfounded. I had no idea what the job description was nor the pay. I was almost speechless. When she realized that she had overwhelmed me she slowed down a bit and let me read the paper she’d given me. Three things jumped right out at me. First was the $97.50 for a 35 hour, five day week. Next was that I’d get nine paid holidays and two weeks paid vacation. The last was that I’d be eligible for hospitalization and medical coverage for both me and my family after three months employment. I remember just staring at the words on the paper. Finally she broke the spell with one word... ”Well?“ I turned and looked at her and saw that same big smile I’d seen on Saturday at the cement block factory. I decided that I liked this woman... a lot!
The long and short of the process was that I had to take a State administered test; wait for my score and see where I stood on the list for the County; be interviewed by the County Comptroller and start work. The lady, who wanted to be called Mrs K, said it would probably be around Halloween before I would be able to start. After reading about the pay, hours and benefits I was ready to start the next day. As I left she told me not to worry about the test or the list. The test was known to be easy and the job had been open for a few months and no resident from the County had even taken the test. Pass it and the job was mine was the way I took it.
Even though it only took about five or six minutes to get home it seemed like an hour. I couldn’t wait to tell Elle... and eventually, my grandfather. Another change coming in my life and this time I couldn’t wait for it to happen!
To be continued...
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
SETTLED... at least I thought so (Part 63b)
When I got in the car I took a close look at them and was disappointed in that they weren’t in very good shape. I only had the light from the dash to see by and what I really wanted to know was who made them. It took a little bit of work but I was able to flatten out the label enough to read “Evette”. It was a new name for me. As I looked them over I realized that I had a bulge. As I said, I was disappointed that they were in such poor shape but it made sense because if they were in good shape Ronnie would’ve taken them to Florida. As I drove home I went back to concentrating on what I hoped Elle and I would be doing in just a short time. I left the panties in the trunk of the car when I got home. I’d transferred my “stash” of panties that I didn’t want Elle to know about over to my grandfather’s garage. As I was going to take him to the hospital to see my grandmother on Saturday I felt it was the safest place for them. Let’s just say that I enjoyed the rest of my evening.
As soon as I walked in the door Elle told me that Jim had been looking for me. I knew he was installing the same skirting under his trailer as I had and thought that maybe he was having trouble. When I got there he was talking to a couple of guys. He waved me up to them and then introduced me to his cousin, the race car driver. As I’d mentioned before. I remembered his name from the last year I owned my race car but didn’t recognize him. We chatted about some of the people we each knew from the track and then he left to go to practice held prior to the races that evening. As soon as he and the other guys left Jim started pressuring me to go to the races with him that night. It was closing night and there was to be a special extra lap race. If I hadn’t talked with his cousin about the racing people we each knew I probably wouldn’t have even given a thought to going... but I had. I didn’t commit right then and there. I said I’d let him know and headed home.
It was a big surprise when Elle didn’t have a problem with me going. Once she said it was OK I started getting excited. If it weren’t the last night of racing I’m not so sure that the “OK” would’ve been given so readily. She said that she’d get in touch with Jim’s wife and maybe get together with her.
A lot had changed in the four years since I had my last car race. A new, more powerful class of cars were now racing. Jim’s cousin was racing in the faster division. The division my car had raced in was still racing and there were still quite a few of the same drivers competing. But there were a handful who had moved up as well. That made it more interesting for me. Jim’s cousin finished third and was runner up for the points championship. We went into the pits afterwards and congratulated him. I wandered around a bit and got to say hello to a couple of people I knew from my days at the track. I remember lying in bed that night and thinking back to my car racing days.
I’d promised to take my grandfather to the hospital to see my grandmother on Sunday. It was always sad to see her just lying there like a vegetable. She couldn’t speak and her side was still paralyzed. But my grandfather was faithful, going to see her every day. One thing I knew I’d hear from my grandfather was that I needed to get a job that utilized my college degree. On this Sunday there was something different... he had arranged an interview for me with a good friend of his. The man was Chairman of the Board at a small local bank. I’d heard my grandfather mention his name from time to time. The fact that it was at a bank didn’t thrill me as I still remembered my experience in college as a bank intern for a few weeks. There wasn’t much I could say so I didn’t say anything.
An interview mean a suit and a tie. I still had a suit but hadn’t worn it in two years. I tried it on that night and it still fit. In a way I was hoping that it wouldn’t so I could postpone the meeting. I don’t remember which day it was but I do remember how nervous I was. I walked in and asked for the name my grandfather had given me. I was taken into an office and the man wasn’t old like my grandfather but looked to be about my father’s age. I was puzzled and so was the man.
It was his father I was to meet with. It took a minute or two to get it sorted out but the man had the same name as his father and he was the President of the bank. By the time I’d met and chatted with the right person I knew I didn’t want the job I was offered. It was as a teller for $45 a week. I was making around $80 a week at the trailer park. The fact that I worked almost twice as many hours didn’t matter to me. It was the gross dollars that I was interested in. In talking to Elle that evening about the mix up she told me that the son lived in the town that we both grew up in. In talking about it I realized that I used to deliver groceries to his house. I vaguely remembered his wife as being very nice (I would usually get a tip) and pretty.
Elle had made a point of following up her meeting with Alice, the new lady, and had volunteered to go with her to find the different food stores and other places she might need. She was in the trailer when I got there for lunch. I didn’t expect to find anybody there and when I walked in I surprised both of us. She was sitting on the floor playing with her daughter and Jean, my oldest. She was wearing a dress and when she saw me she tried to jump up but didn’t quite make it. As she fell backwards and into the sofa her one leg lifted and I got a nice panty peek. There was no way for her not to have known that I’d seen up her skirt. She was very embarrassed and decided to leave right away. I was sorry that she did but I knew I wanted to see more of her.
To be continued...
When I got in the car I took a close look at them and was disappointed in that they weren’t in very good shape. I only had the light from the dash to see by and what I really wanted to know was who made them. It took a little bit of work but I was able to flatten out the label enough to read “Evette”. It was a new name for me. As I looked them over I realized that I had a bulge. As I said, I was disappointed that they were in such poor shape but it made sense because if they were in good shape Ronnie would’ve taken them to Florida. As I drove home I went back to concentrating on what I hoped Elle and I would be doing in just a short time. I left the panties in the trunk of the car when I got home. I’d transferred my “stash” of panties that I didn’t want Elle to know about over to my grandfather’s garage. As I was going to take him to the hospital to see my grandmother on Saturday I felt it was the safest place for them. Let’s just say that I enjoyed the rest of my evening.
As soon as I walked in the door Elle told me that Jim had been looking for me. I knew he was installing the same skirting under his trailer as I had and thought that maybe he was having trouble. When I got there he was talking to a couple of guys. He waved me up to them and then introduced me to his cousin, the race car driver. As I’d mentioned before. I remembered his name from the last year I owned my race car but didn’t recognize him. We chatted about some of the people we each knew from the track and then he left to go to practice held prior to the races that evening. As soon as he and the other guys left Jim started pressuring me to go to the races with him that night. It was closing night and there was to be a special extra lap race. If I hadn’t talked with his cousin about the racing people we each knew I probably wouldn’t have even given a thought to going... but I had. I didn’t commit right then and there. I said I’d let him know and headed home.
It was a big surprise when Elle didn’t have a problem with me going. Once she said it was OK I started getting excited. If it weren’t the last night of racing I’m not so sure that the “OK” would’ve been given so readily. She said that she’d get in touch with Jim’s wife and maybe get together with her.
A lot had changed in the four years since I had my last car race. A new, more powerful class of cars were now racing. Jim’s cousin was racing in the faster division. The division my car had raced in was still racing and there were still quite a few of the same drivers competing. But there were a handful who had moved up as well. That made it more interesting for me. Jim’s cousin finished third and was runner up for the points championship. We went into the pits afterwards and congratulated him. I wandered around a bit and got to say hello to a couple of people I knew from my days at the track. I remember lying in bed that night and thinking back to my car racing days.
I’d promised to take my grandfather to the hospital to see my grandmother on Sunday. It was always sad to see her just lying there like a vegetable. She couldn’t speak and her side was still paralyzed. But my grandfather was faithful, going to see her every day. One thing I knew I’d hear from my grandfather was that I needed to get a job that utilized my college degree. On this Sunday there was something different... he had arranged an interview for me with a good friend of his. The man was Chairman of the Board at a small local bank. I’d heard my grandfather mention his name from time to time. The fact that it was at a bank didn’t thrill me as I still remembered my experience in college as a bank intern for a few weeks. There wasn’t much I could say so I didn’t say anything.
An interview mean a suit and a tie. I still had a suit but hadn’t worn it in two years. I tried it on that night and it still fit. In a way I was hoping that it wouldn’t so I could postpone the meeting. I don’t remember which day it was but I do remember how nervous I was. I walked in and asked for the name my grandfather had given me. I was taken into an office and the man wasn’t old like my grandfather but looked to be about my father’s age. I was puzzled and so was the man.
It was his father I was to meet with. It took a minute or two to get it sorted out but the man had the same name as his father and he was the President of the bank. By the time I’d met and chatted with the right person I knew I didn’t want the job I was offered. It was as a teller for $45 a week. I was making around $80 a week at the trailer park. The fact that I worked almost twice as many hours didn’t matter to me. It was the gross dollars that I was interested in. In talking to Elle that evening about the mix up she told me that the son lived in the town that we both grew up in. In talking about it I realized that I used to deliver groceries to his house. I vaguely remembered his wife as being very nice (I would usually get a tip) and pretty.
Elle had made a point of following up her meeting with Alice, the new lady, and had volunteered to go with her to find the different food stores and other places she might need. She was in the trailer when I got there for lunch. I didn’t expect to find anybody there and when I walked in I surprised both of us. She was sitting on the floor playing with her daughter and Jean, my oldest. She was wearing a dress and when she saw me she tried to jump up but didn’t quite make it. As she fell backwards and into the sofa her one leg lifted and I got a nice panty peek. There was no way for her not to have known that I’d seen up her skirt. She was very embarrassed and decided to leave right away. I was sorry that she did but I knew I wanted to see more of her.
To be continued...
Sunday, October 24, 2010
SETTLED... at least I thought so (Part63a)
Labor Day was always considered the de-facto end of Summer. 90% of Summer rentals (which drove the economy in our area) were in the months of July and August. Those people who were affluent enough to have a Summer home would return to their Winter homes and might come for a few weekend visits during the Fall months. On the one hand I was sad to see it come but on the other was looking for some “down time” to just kick back and relax. That first week after Labor Day was a busy one though. At work we were scheduled to place one of the new 55 foot long trailers into one of the new pads I'd been working on. It was supposed to be done that Wednesday but the electricians hadn’t finished their work. I’d been working full time on building and preparing the new pads for a few weeks and had been rewarded with a 10 cent an hour raise. Ben and Dick had hired a new guy to take over my other duties which I knew I would miss. No longer would I have up close viewing of wash lines and the laundry left behind at the meeting hall washing machines. But it was more money and I really enjoyed working outside with my hands.
It was Thursday when the attempt to place the new trailer was made. We ran into difficulty right at the beginning. When the park had originally been laid out and the roads paved they had used the longest trailers available at the time (40 feet) to develop the turning angles. With 15 feet of additional length there just wasn’t enough room to make a 90 degree turn. We (and I include Ben and Dick) had to remove fences, sheds and cut down trees to accomplish this. What should’ve taken a few hours stretched into the afternoon. Around noon the family who had purchased the unit showed up fully expecting to have access to it. It was still in the street and, in that position, was blocking egress for the majority of the residents. Because I hadn’t come home for lunch Elle came looking for me. As luck would have it she ended up speaking to the lady who had bought the trailer. It turned out to be the same lady who I’d seen Dick showing the lot to when Andy was still clearing the area. I didn’t recognize her at first as she was wearing slacks and when I’d originally seen her she was wearing a rather sheer dress. She was fairly attractive with short, dark hair. When I saw her with Elle she had a young girl with her. I walked over to them and Elle introduced us telling me her name was Alice and the daughter was Julie. The daughter was clinging to her mother’s leg and my daughter, Jean, was clinging to Elle’s leg. It was pretty funny. I could only stay with them for a minute as the “boys” (Ben and Dick) were ready for the next phase of the move.
We finally got it in place around 4pm or so. When we turned on the water there was a leak and I was sent under the trailer to find and fix it. I came out wet and muddy and even though there was still more work to be done I headed home to get cleaned up and changed. Once there Elle filled me in on our new residents. They had come from Texas and the husband was transferred to work on developing the proposed Lunar Module. Upon hearing that I immediately thought about Mac’s and Lil’s argument that Jim had told me about. I couldn’t wait to tell Mac about the guy. When I’d seen their daughter I thought she was older than my oldest but she was actually a little younger. It was just that she was very tall for her age. Elle told me that the two of them had gotten over their shyness and seemed to be getting along well by the time she left.
Elle also told me that she’d gotten a call from Frank (my sailing club mate). He had left, driving, for his permanent home in Florida on Tuesday arriving there that morning. He thought that some important papers he needed for his work were in Florida but had been unable to find them. The only people he really knew on a local basis was Rex (the boat builder) and me. When he couldn’t reach Rex he tried me and asked if I could go to his Summer house and try to find them. Because he’d given me the part I’d needed a few weeks back and hadn’t yet paid him for it I was willing to do it for him. But, as I got into my clean, dry clothes Elle walked into the bedroom and told me her period was all gone. It’d been a week since we’d “played” and after hearing that news the last place I wanted to go was down to Frank’s house. I still had to finish up some things at work and as I did all I could think of was Elle and I getting together.
By the time I finished up with work it was after 6pm. As soon as I walked in the trailer I was all over Elle. She appreciated the attention but reminded me I’d have to wait until the kids were in bed. I knew that but I was really anxious. It was Elle who suggested that while she did that I could go to Frank’s. I still didn’t want to go but there was a part of me that knew I should... so I headed there.
Frank had told Elle where the key to the house was hidden and that I should look in and around the desk that was in the bigger bedroom. I was to be looking for a folio with proofs (pictures). I did and found nothing. I was upset because I’d wasted my time. By then it was getting dark and I was anxious to get back. I honestly don’t know why I didn’t just leave but I decided to take a look in the dresser before I did. There were some random clothes and just as I was about to close the drawer I noticed what appeared to be a panty elastic. I quickly picked it up and was rewarded to find they had the same waist elastic that I’d seen on their wash line just a few weeks earlier and had chickened out before taking a close look at them. Not this time. I quickly stuffed them into my pocket and headed out.
To be continued...
Labor Day was always considered the de-facto end of Summer. 90% of Summer rentals (which drove the economy in our area) were in the months of July and August. Those people who were affluent enough to have a Summer home would return to their Winter homes and might come for a few weekend visits during the Fall months. On the one hand I was sad to see it come but on the other was looking for some “down time” to just kick back and relax. That first week after Labor Day was a busy one though. At work we were scheduled to place one of the new 55 foot long trailers into one of the new pads I'd been working on. It was supposed to be done that Wednesday but the electricians hadn’t finished their work. I’d been working full time on building and preparing the new pads for a few weeks and had been rewarded with a 10 cent an hour raise. Ben and Dick had hired a new guy to take over my other duties which I knew I would miss. No longer would I have up close viewing of wash lines and the laundry left behind at the meeting hall washing machines. But it was more money and I really enjoyed working outside with my hands.
It was Thursday when the attempt to place the new trailer was made. We ran into difficulty right at the beginning. When the park had originally been laid out and the roads paved they had used the longest trailers available at the time (40 feet) to develop the turning angles. With 15 feet of additional length there just wasn’t enough room to make a 90 degree turn. We (and I include Ben and Dick) had to remove fences, sheds and cut down trees to accomplish this. What should’ve taken a few hours stretched into the afternoon. Around noon the family who had purchased the unit showed up fully expecting to have access to it. It was still in the street and, in that position, was blocking egress for the majority of the residents. Because I hadn’t come home for lunch Elle came looking for me. As luck would have it she ended up speaking to the lady who had bought the trailer. It turned out to be the same lady who I’d seen Dick showing the lot to when Andy was still clearing the area. I didn’t recognize her at first as she was wearing slacks and when I’d originally seen her she was wearing a rather sheer dress. She was fairly attractive with short, dark hair. When I saw her with Elle she had a young girl with her. I walked over to them and Elle introduced us telling me her name was Alice and the daughter was Julie. The daughter was clinging to her mother’s leg and my daughter, Jean, was clinging to Elle’s leg. It was pretty funny. I could only stay with them for a minute as the “boys” (Ben and Dick) were ready for the next phase of the move.
We finally got it in place around 4pm or so. When we turned on the water there was a leak and I was sent under the trailer to find and fix it. I came out wet and muddy and even though there was still more work to be done I headed home to get cleaned up and changed. Once there Elle filled me in on our new residents. They had come from Texas and the husband was transferred to work on developing the proposed Lunar Module. Upon hearing that I immediately thought about Mac’s and Lil’s argument that Jim had told me about. I couldn’t wait to tell Mac about the guy. When I’d seen their daughter I thought she was older than my oldest but she was actually a little younger. It was just that she was very tall for her age. Elle told me that the two of them had gotten over their shyness and seemed to be getting along well by the time she left.
Elle also told me that she’d gotten a call from Frank (my sailing club mate). He had left, driving, for his permanent home in Florida on Tuesday arriving there that morning. He thought that some important papers he needed for his work were in Florida but had been unable to find them. The only people he really knew on a local basis was Rex (the boat builder) and me. When he couldn’t reach Rex he tried me and asked if I could go to his Summer house and try to find them. Because he’d given me the part I’d needed a few weeks back and hadn’t yet paid him for it I was willing to do it for him. But, as I got into my clean, dry clothes Elle walked into the bedroom and told me her period was all gone. It’d been a week since we’d “played” and after hearing that news the last place I wanted to go was down to Frank’s house. I still had to finish up some things at work and as I did all I could think of was Elle and I getting together.
By the time I finished up with work it was after 6pm. As soon as I walked in the trailer I was all over Elle. She appreciated the attention but reminded me I’d have to wait until the kids were in bed. I knew that but I was really anxious. It was Elle who suggested that while she did that I could go to Frank’s. I still didn’t want to go but there was a part of me that knew I should... so I headed there.
Frank had told Elle where the key to the house was hidden and that I should look in and around the desk that was in the bigger bedroom. I was to be looking for a folio with proofs (pictures). I did and found nothing. I was upset because I’d wasted my time. By then it was getting dark and I was anxious to get back. I honestly don’t know why I didn’t just leave but I decided to take a look in the dresser before I did. There were some random clothes and just as I was about to close the drawer I noticed what appeared to be a panty elastic. I quickly picked it up and was rewarded to find they had the same waist elastic that I’d seen on their wash line just a few weeks earlier and had chickened out before taking a close look at them. Not this time. I quickly stuffed them into my pocket and headed out.
To be continued...
Thursday, October 21, 2010
ALMOST SETTLED... and happy too (Part 62i)
The meeting after the trophy presentation represented the last time I’d see most of the group until the following spring. There were still a few boats on the beach that had to be taken home and stored for the Winter including mine and Buddy’s and I figured I’d do it the next day. Elle and I were coming back to get the kids and also to celebrate our both of our fathers birthday anyway. I was somewhat sorry to see the season end even though I’d had some disappointments. I was pleased that I’d sailed that well with an eight year old boat with eight year old sails. Most of the boats I was racing against were new within the past three years and the technology used in sailmaking, as well as the material used for it, was far superior to when mine were made. My “wish” for the next year was to be able to buy a new set. At that moment in time the chances of that happening looked VERY slim.
The next day went very well. I picked up the boat and took it to my parents to store for the winter. While I was doing that Elle and the kids played on their beach with my mother finally getting to enjoy the kids. My mother, when Elle’s mother was baby sitting them, claimed she never got to see them. Since she was the one hosting the birthday party insisted that they “were hers” for the day. Everybody seemed to have a good time but I insisted that I wanted to be back to the trailer while it was still light out. It was a struggle though and we almost made it. It was dusk when we drove down our street and as we passed Andy’s trailer saw that there was a party going on. After unloading the car and helping Elle get the kids to bed I walked down to see what was going on. It was pretty much over with only a few guys still there along with Lil. Mac and Jim were also there and it seemed to me that I’d missed something good. I had a beer and then left with Jim. On the way down the street he filled me in with what I’d missed.
It started on Sunday when Andy and Mac discovered the lake that was only a few miles away. It was located on a lightly used road. They’d been looking for a good place to go hunting when the season opened when they stumbled upon it. When they got back to the park they mentioned it to their wives who then persuaded them to take them and their kids to see it. They got some beer and headed back. One thing led to another and Lil decided to go for a swim... in her underwear. Hearing that made me almost instantly hard but that was about all Jim knew. Then, at about noon on Labor Day, Mac came knocking on Jim’s door and asked if he was interested in a party that Andy and Lil were hosting. With nothing planned he said yes. It started at about mid afternoon and by the time they got around to cooking the food the guys and Lil were pretty drunk. He said that Mac and Lil got into an argument over something having to do with the space program and the planned moon landing. (A local aerospace contractor was very involved in the design and building of the lunar module and a few of the park residents were working at the plant. When Jim told me that Mac got into an argument it didn’t surprise me. Mac was a really bright guy who knew a little about a lot of things. I liked Mac but I quickly learned that when he was fueled by alcohol, in his mind, he thought he knew everything about anything and an argument was usually the result.) Lil had made a statement and Mac took umbrage with it. There were two people in the park who could settle the matter but neither was home at the time. Mac was so sure he was right that he stated that he’d walk down the street in his underwear if he was wrong. Andy egged Lil on and got her to agree to do the same. Jim and I were standing in front of my trailer as he told me most of this. As he walked away I remember thinking to myself that it would never happen regardless of who was right and then went inside.
To be continued...
The meeting after the trophy presentation represented the last time I’d see most of the group until the following spring. There were still a few boats on the beach that had to be taken home and stored for the Winter including mine and Buddy’s and I figured I’d do it the next day. Elle and I were coming back to get the kids and also to celebrate our both of our fathers birthday anyway. I was somewhat sorry to see the season end even though I’d had some disappointments. I was pleased that I’d sailed that well with an eight year old boat with eight year old sails. Most of the boats I was racing against were new within the past three years and the technology used in sailmaking, as well as the material used for it, was far superior to when mine were made. My “wish” for the next year was to be able to buy a new set. At that moment in time the chances of that happening looked VERY slim.
The next day went very well. I picked up the boat and took it to my parents to store for the winter. While I was doing that Elle and the kids played on their beach with my mother finally getting to enjoy the kids. My mother, when Elle’s mother was baby sitting them, claimed she never got to see them. Since she was the one hosting the birthday party insisted that they “were hers” for the day. Everybody seemed to have a good time but I insisted that I wanted to be back to the trailer while it was still light out. It was a struggle though and we almost made it. It was dusk when we drove down our street and as we passed Andy’s trailer saw that there was a party going on. After unloading the car and helping Elle get the kids to bed I walked down to see what was going on. It was pretty much over with only a few guys still there along with Lil. Mac and Jim were also there and it seemed to me that I’d missed something good. I had a beer and then left with Jim. On the way down the street he filled me in with what I’d missed.
It started on Sunday when Andy and Mac discovered the lake that was only a few miles away. It was located on a lightly used road. They’d been looking for a good place to go hunting when the season opened when they stumbled upon it. When they got back to the park they mentioned it to their wives who then persuaded them to take them and their kids to see it. They got some beer and headed back. One thing led to another and Lil decided to go for a swim... in her underwear. Hearing that made me almost instantly hard but that was about all Jim knew. Then, at about noon on Labor Day, Mac came knocking on Jim’s door and asked if he was interested in a party that Andy and Lil were hosting. With nothing planned he said yes. It started at about mid afternoon and by the time they got around to cooking the food the guys and Lil were pretty drunk. He said that Mac and Lil got into an argument over something having to do with the space program and the planned moon landing. (A local aerospace contractor was very involved in the design and building of the lunar module and a few of the park residents were working at the plant. When Jim told me that Mac got into an argument it didn’t surprise me. Mac was a really bright guy who knew a little about a lot of things. I liked Mac but I quickly learned that when he was fueled by alcohol, in his mind, he thought he knew everything about anything and an argument was usually the result.) Lil had made a statement and Mac took umbrage with it. There were two people in the park who could settle the matter but neither was home at the time. Mac was so sure he was right that he stated that he’d walk down the street in his underwear if he was wrong. Andy egged Lil on and got her to agree to do the same. Jim and I were standing in front of my trailer as he told me most of this. As he walked away I remember thinking to myself that it would never happen regardless of who was right and then went inside.
To be continued...
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
ALMOST SETTLED... and happy too (Part 62h)
After we crossed the finish line we had a long way to go to get back to shore. Penny was really animated and I thought it was because we’d done so well. She was seated on the floorboards and it was the first time I had a chance to relax and see if I could get a panty peek. I tried to be discrete but she was looking right at me. Finally she got up and sat on the deck and it appeared that she was embarrassed. Then she apologized and said she really had to “tinkle” (her word). Oh my heart!. She slid her butt out over the side and told me not to look at her. I honored her request but the thought of this cute girl wetting her pants was too much for me. The bulge couldn’t be hidden but she wasn’t looking at that. It took her only a short time to accomplish her task and when she finished she asked if I would lean the boat over so she could dip her butt in the water. I was hoping to see the natural wet spot but I knew I had to do what she asked. I slid into the cockpit which helped me to hide the bulge and I watched as she dragged her butt in the water. Whew!
Neither of us said anything for quite a while. It was Penny who spoke first and it was to apologize. She went on to say that she hadn’t been to the bathroom since she left home and there wasn’t time when she went to her car to change clothes. I don’t remember if I said anything or not. She kept talking and said that if she’d been in her own boat she would’ve just gone in the boat. She was laughing when she said it. That prompted me to get a little bold and I think I asked if they ever did it together or something like that. I remember her continuing to laugh. She finally slowed her laughing and, now blushing for sure, shook her head affirmatively. My bulge was now hurting me. After she had calmed down she told me that yesterday morning, because there was hardly any wind, they had been out for almost 5 hours and that they had each “tinkled” twice. On the way in they had been bailing “tinkle”, not water, out of the boat. I know I was smiling when she was telling me about it. Then she got serious and asked (pleaded) with me not to tell anyone. I nodded in agreement that I would keep her secret. We were getting close to shore by then and I’m not sure why but I started to tell her about Elle’s incontinence. At first I don’t think she believed me but then she kind of accepted it and asked how she handled it, noting that she’d never seen any evidence. I sort of laughed and told her that hadn’t been paying attention. Then it was my turn to ask her not to say anything. She nodded in agreement but hesitated and asked if she could tell her sister. What could I say... they were twins and shared everything.
As an aside... if my first place had counted I would have earned a third place for the weekend and would have qualified to go to the National Championships. The fact that I went into the weekend knowing I couldn’t go helped me to accept what had happened.
Once ashore I had to go find Elle and the kids. She’d been befriended by a couple of ladies with young children of their own and offered to let share their beach umbrellas. The timing was just about right because Elle had run out of “supplies” and the kids, without naps, were getting restless. I didn’t like leaving before the trophy presentation because I was afraid it sent a message that I was a sore loser. Penny helped me take the boat apart and to ready it for trailing back home. I was somewhat disappointed in not getting a panty peek while in the boat and kept hoping I’d get one before leaving. I’d just about given up hope when, after hitching the trailer to the car, Penny noticed that I’d left my parts box behind. I watched as she ran to get it for me and when she bent over to pick it up I was able to get a very nice VPL. At least it was something.
As far as sailing was concerned, the next two weeks finished up my season. It was just club racing on the Sundays and, I have no memory of anything memorable happening before, during or immediately after the races. That is until the second Sunday night. It was Labor Day weekend and that pretty much signaled the end of Summer. The club always held trophy night on Labor Day Sunday night so Elle and I arranged to eat with her parents as they would have the kids for overnight. Trophies for the Junior sailing program were scheduled to be handed out first at 7:30pm. It was a very popular program and the kids and their parents always filled up the inside of the building. The Senior trophies were scheduled to follow and most of the Seniors planned to arrive around 8:30pm, hoping that the youngsters would be on their way home. Elle and I got there around 8:15 or so and found a few other Seniors having to stand on the steps up to the porch. The wind was still blowing and as it was getting dark it was also getting cool. Elle had changed into a skirt and blouse and even with a sweater for her shoulders was complaining. It was about then the Buddy and his wife, Carol, saw us and with a few others that they had rounded up in tow suggested that we go up to their cottage and wait until we saw the parking lot starting to empty. Their cottage was directly behind the clubhouse only up on a bit of a bluff. We followed the others and went across the sand to the stairs. I remember Buddy once mentioning that it was 52 steps in all, one for each week of the year. Elle was walking next to Carol and they were a little way ahead. I ended up following Jimbo and Ruthie with Ruthie right in front of me. It was almost dark but there was enough ambient light to see the steps. We were about halfway up when a puff of wind blew Ruthie’s skirt up, all the way around. She stopped and tried to push it back down in front which made it go higher in the back. I was two or three steps behind and when the skirt went up my eyes were at just the right height to get a good look at her panties. Unfortunately it was too dark to get any details (if there were any) but i could see the half moon of the crotch. By the time she got control of the skirt I’d had about a ten to fifteen second look. I needed the time it took walking up the rest of the steps to calm down.
To be continued...
After we crossed the finish line we had a long way to go to get back to shore. Penny was really animated and I thought it was because we’d done so well. She was seated on the floorboards and it was the first time I had a chance to relax and see if I could get a panty peek. I tried to be discrete but she was looking right at me. Finally she got up and sat on the deck and it appeared that she was embarrassed. Then she apologized and said she really had to “tinkle” (her word). Oh my heart!. She slid her butt out over the side and told me not to look at her. I honored her request but the thought of this cute girl wetting her pants was too much for me. The bulge couldn’t be hidden but she wasn’t looking at that. It took her only a short time to accomplish her task and when she finished she asked if I would lean the boat over so she could dip her butt in the water. I was hoping to see the natural wet spot but I knew I had to do what she asked. I slid into the cockpit which helped me to hide the bulge and I watched as she dragged her butt in the water. Whew!
Neither of us said anything for quite a while. It was Penny who spoke first and it was to apologize. She went on to say that she hadn’t been to the bathroom since she left home and there wasn’t time when she went to her car to change clothes. I don’t remember if I said anything or not. She kept talking and said that if she’d been in her own boat she would’ve just gone in the boat. She was laughing when she said it. That prompted me to get a little bold and I think I asked if they ever did it together or something like that. I remember her continuing to laugh. She finally slowed her laughing and, now blushing for sure, shook her head affirmatively. My bulge was now hurting me. After she had calmed down she told me that yesterday morning, because there was hardly any wind, they had been out for almost 5 hours and that they had each “tinkled” twice. On the way in they had been bailing “tinkle”, not water, out of the boat. I know I was smiling when she was telling me about it. Then she got serious and asked (pleaded) with me not to tell anyone. I nodded in agreement that I would keep her secret. We were getting close to shore by then and I’m not sure why but I started to tell her about Elle’s incontinence. At first I don’t think she believed me but then she kind of accepted it and asked how she handled it, noting that she’d never seen any evidence. I sort of laughed and told her that hadn’t been paying attention. Then it was my turn to ask her not to say anything. She nodded in agreement but hesitated and asked if she could tell her sister. What could I say... they were twins and shared everything.
As an aside... if my first place had counted I would have earned a third place for the weekend and would have qualified to go to the National Championships. The fact that I went into the weekend knowing I couldn’t go helped me to accept what had happened.
Once ashore I had to go find Elle and the kids. She’d been befriended by a couple of ladies with young children of their own and offered to let share their beach umbrellas. The timing was just about right because Elle had run out of “supplies” and the kids, without naps, were getting restless. I didn’t like leaving before the trophy presentation because I was afraid it sent a message that I was a sore loser. Penny helped me take the boat apart and to ready it for trailing back home. I was somewhat disappointed in not getting a panty peek while in the boat and kept hoping I’d get one before leaving. I’d just about given up hope when, after hitching the trailer to the car, Penny noticed that I’d left my parts box behind. I watched as she ran to get it for me and when she bent over to pick it up I was able to get a very nice VPL. At least it was something.
As far as sailing was concerned, the next two weeks finished up my season. It was just club racing on the Sundays and, I have no memory of anything memorable happening before, during or immediately after the races. That is until the second Sunday night. It was Labor Day weekend and that pretty much signaled the end of Summer. The club always held trophy night on Labor Day Sunday night so Elle and I arranged to eat with her parents as they would have the kids for overnight. Trophies for the Junior sailing program were scheduled to be handed out first at 7:30pm. It was a very popular program and the kids and their parents always filled up the inside of the building. The Senior trophies were scheduled to follow and most of the Seniors planned to arrive around 8:30pm, hoping that the youngsters would be on their way home. Elle and I got there around 8:15 or so and found a few other Seniors having to stand on the steps up to the porch. The wind was still blowing and as it was getting dark it was also getting cool. Elle had changed into a skirt and blouse and even with a sweater for her shoulders was complaining. It was about then the Buddy and his wife, Carol, saw us and with a few others that they had rounded up in tow suggested that we go up to their cottage and wait until we saw the parking lot starting to empty. Their cottage was directly behind the clubhouse only up on a bit of a bluff. We followed the others and went across the sand to the stairs. I remember Buddy once mentioning that it was 52 steps in all, one for each week of the year. Elle was walking next to Carol and they were a little way ahead. I ended up following Jimbo and Ruthie with Ruthie right in front of me. It was almost dark but there was enough ambient light to see the steps. We were about halfway up when a puff of wind blew Ruthie’s skirt up, all the way around. She stopped and tried to push it back down in front which made it go higher in the back. I was two or three steps behind and when the skirt went up my eyes were at just the right height to get a good look at her panties. Unfortunately it was too dark to get any details (if there were any) but i could see the half moon of the crotch. By the time she got control of the skirt I’d had about a ten to fifteen second look. I needed the time it took walking up the rest of the steps to calm down.
To be continued...
Friday, October 15, 2010
ALMOST SETTLED... and happy too (Part 62g)
Before the group broke up there was word being passed around that the reason that I hadn’t gotten the cannon when I crossed the finish line was that I wasn’t the winner. My first thought was ”how could this be?“ It was almost at that very moment that we all heard a loud ”boom“ from the race committee boat. Looking out on the water we could see one sailboat in the vicinity. With the officials still out there I couldn’t get to ask what rule I’d broken this time. As much as I liked racing a sailboat I certainly had no love of the officials that ruled the sport.
Long story short... I had gone around the course the wrong way... and so had everybody else but that one boat. That boat had been involved in the collision prior to the start but had managed to make repairs and had gone the right way. It would take too long to explain what had happened. In truth, I was partly to blame. The race officials were technically correct but were also culpable. The reason I say that is that there were 14 boats with about 10 of them that had more than 5 years of racing experience who had followed me unaware of the course change that the officials had made. In any case it was another disappointment and garnered me the nickname ”wrong way Corrigan“.
The trip home with Paul was long. I definitely felt cheated because we had beaten all the boats who had started together. We found out the other boat had received specific direction from the race officials telling him that we all were sailing the wrong course as he crossed the starting line. But how do you fight ”City Hall“. It wasn’t just me who had been disqualified as all of us had been with the exception of that one boat. The way the scoring worked was that you received the same number of points as your finishing position. If you start a race and drop out you get one more point than the last boat to finish. But, if you are disqualified you get one more point than the number of boats that are registered. With 16 boats registered we (and all who had followed me) got 17 points making it virtually impossible to be in contention for a trophy. Paul recognized this and asked if he could back out of his commitment to crew for me the next day. It was his last day to be home before returning to his base so I told him it was OK. I really wasn’t into it either. The only thing was that he didn’t ask until we were back to the trailer. My boat was still at the racing venue which meant I’d have to go back on Sunday to get it. That part didn’t make me very happy.
Sunday races weren’t scheduled to start until noon to allow those who wanted to go to church to do so. I slept in and when I did get up asked Elle if she wanted to go for a ride to go get the boat. It was another beautiful day and even though she was still burdened by her period she said yes and suggested that we make it a picnic. She made up sandwiches and I packed up some toys for the kids to play with. It was a little over an hour to get there and when I parked the car I could see that the boats on the beach were just starting to be launched. I unloaded the car and took the stuff down by the boat. I recognized the familiar face leaning against it as Penny, Pam’s sister. She was wearing a sun dress and had her shoes in her hand. She wanted to say how sorry she was that I got disqualified the day before. I asked how bad the damage on her boat was and she said it really was bad and that if they thought it could be sailed she’d be out there. By not racing in the afternoon race she and her sister had, as far as point go, finished second and because of their finish in the first race were actually in first place overall. I remember shaking my head in disbelief. Something was wrong with this scene.
Penny then asked why I wasn’t preparing to race and I told her I didn’t have a crew. Her face lit up like a roman candle and I can still hear her yell out ”I’ll crew!“ as she ran around to the side of the boat where I was standing. Elle heard her and as I looked her way she kind of shrugged her shoulders as if to say it was OK with her if I wanted to. I did and I didn’t. In the back of my mind was what my father had preached; ”finish what you start“ but, on the other hand I'd asked Elle to go on a picnic. I remember sort of hesitating pointing out that she wasn’t exactly dressed for crewing. She started running towards the parking lot yelling for me to get the boat lunched. There were still two guys who hadn’t started off for the starting line who I was able to coerce into helping me. I had started to hank on the sails when I saw Penny running across the sand. She’d changed into a pair of red shorts and a white blouse that she was buttoning as she ran. She jumped on board and I pushed us off without getting the sails fully on and without the rudder. The wind was behind us and was blowing us towards the starting line and I felt it would take longer to do it while still by the shore. At least we were headed in the right direction. We were further away than I’d hoped we’d be when I heard the starting sequence start. We almost made it but were the last boat to start.
On our way out Penny pleaded with me to tell her some of my sailing ”tricks“. She explained that by sailing with her sister they were always trying to figure out why I did so well. I’d known since I first started sailing against them that they had looked up to me. I’d never really thought about teaching racing tactics before she asked. I quickly decided that I’d tell her why I was doing what I was doing and encouraged her to ask questions.
Because we were last I decided to take a ”flyer“ like I had the previous day. The wind was what I called ”perfection”; about 8 to 10 miles per hour. It was enough to make the boat go fast without having to really work hard. I really had nothing to lose since I was already last. I explained what I was doing and pointed out what, as a local sailor, should’ve been obvious to her and that was the out going tide was working against the majority of the other competitors. We went the other way and by the first mark we were fifth. She was really impressed and couldn’t believe that no one had ever told her (or her sister) about how to use tidal action. We ended up finishing third. She was really excited that we’d come from so far behind.
To be continued...
Before the group broke up there was word being passed around that the reason that I hadn’t gotten the cannon when I crossed the finish line was that I wasn’t the winner. My first thought was ”how could this be?“ It was almost at that very moment that we all heard a loud ”boom“ from the race committee boat. Looking out on the water we could see one sailboat in the vicinity. With the officials still out there I couldn’t get to ask what rule I’d broken this time. As much as I liked racing a sailboat I certainly had no love of the officials that ruled the sport.
Long story short... I had gone around the course the wrong way... and so had everybody else but that one boat. That boat had been involved in the collision prior to the start but had managed to make repairs and had gone the right way. It would take too long to explain what had happened. In truth, I was partly to blame. The race officials were technically correct but were also culpable. The reason I say that is that there were 14 boats with about 10 of them that had more than 5 years of racing experience who had followed me unaware of the course change that the officials had made. In any case it was another disappointment and garnered me the nickname ”wrong way Corrigan“.
The trip home with Paul was long. I definitely felt cheated because we had beaten all the boats who had started together. We found out the other boat had received specific direction from the race officials telling him that we all were sailing the wrong course as he crossed the starting line. But how do you fight ”City Hall“. It wasn’t just me who had been disqualified as all of us had been with the exception of that one boat. The way the scoring worked was that you received the same number of points as your finishing position. If you start a race and drop out you get one more point than the last boat to finish. But, if you are disqualified you get one more point than the number of boats that are registered. With 16 boats registered we (and all who had followed me) got 17 points making it virtually impossible to be in contention for a trophy. Paul recognized this and asked if he could back out of his commitment to crew for me the next day. It was his last day to be home before returning to his base so I told him it was OK. I really wasn’t into it either. The only thing was that he didn’t ask until we were back to the trailer. My boat was still at the racing venue which meant I’d have to go back on Sunday to get it. That part didn’t make me very happy.
Sunday races weren’t scheduled to start until noon to allow those who wanted to go to church to do so. I slept in and when I did get up asked Elle if she wanted to go for a ride to go get the boat. It was another beautiful day and even though she was still burdened by her period she said yes and suggested that we make it a picnic. She made up sandwiches and I packed up some toys for the kids to play with. It was a little over an hour to get there and when I parked the car I could see that the boats on the beach were just starting to be launched. I unloaded the car and took the stuff down by the boat. I recognized the familiar face leaning against it as Penny, Pam’s sister. She was wearing a sun dress and had her shoes in her hand. She wanted to say how sorry she was that I got disqualified the day before. I asked how bad the damage on her boat was and she said it really was bad and that if they thought it could be sailed she’d be out there. By not racing in the afternoon race she and her sister had, as far as point go, finished second and because of their finish in the first race were actually in first place overall. I remember shaking my head in disbelief. Something was wrong with this scene.
Penny then asked why I wasn’t preparing to race and I told her I didn’t have a crew. Her face lit up like a roman candle and I can still hear her yell out ”I’ll crew!“ as she ran around to the side of the boat where I was standing. Elle heard her and as I looked her way she kind of shrugged her shoulders as if to say it was OK with her if I wanted to. I did and I didn’t. In the back of my mind was what my father had preached; ”finish what you start“ but, on the other hand I'd asked Elle to go on a picnic. I remember sort of hesitating pointing out that she wasn’t exactly dressed for crewing. She started running towards the parking lot yelling for me to get the boat lunched. There were still two guys who hadn’t started off for the starting line who I was able to coerce into helping me. I had started to hank on the sails when I saw Penny running across the sand. She’d changed into a pair of red shorts and a white blouse that she was buttoning as she ran. She jumped on board and I pushed us off without getting the sails fully on and without the rudder. The wind was behind us and was blowing us towards the starting line and I felt it would take longer to do it while still by the shore. At least we were headed in the right direction. We were further away than I’d hoped we’d be when I heard the starting sequence start. We almost made it but were the last boat to start.
On our way out Penny pleaded with me to tell her some of my sailing ”tricks“. She explained that by sailing with her sister they were always trying to figure out why I did so well. I’d known since I first started sailing against them that they had looked up to me. I’d never really thought about teaching racing tactics before she asked. I quickly decided that I’d tell her why I was doing what I was doing and encouraged her to ask questions.
Because we were last I decided to take a ”flyer“ like I had the previous day. The wind was what I called ”perfection”; about 8 to 10 miles per hour. It was enough to make the boat go fast without having to really work hard. I really had nothing to lose since I was already last. I explained what I was doing and pointed out what, as a local sailor, should’ve been obvious to her and that was the out going tide was working against the majority of the other competitors. We went the other way and by the first mark we were fifth. She was really impressed and couldn’t believe that no one had ever told her (or her sister) about how to use tidal action. We ended up finishing third. She was really excited that we’d come from so far behind.
To be continued...
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
ALMOST SETTLED... and happy too (Part 62f)
From the time I was eleven I was involved in some sort of racing be it sailing, cars or horses. With cars and horses out of the picture it was strictly sailing. When it appeared that week that I wouldn’t be racing on the weekend it was quite a disappointment. The lateness of Paul’s decision did create a bit of last minute scrambling for me though. I won’t bore you with the details but suffice it to say that by the time that Paul and I arrived at the racing venue on Saturday we were late. The reason Frank hadn’t left the part out for me was that he hadn’t been able to find it before he left. He made a concerted effort to locate it when he returned Friday night and brought it with him that morning. My problem with that was that there was no time to make the change before racing started. Luck appeared to be with me in that the wind was light which would mean there wouldn’t be all that much strain on the distressed part. However. the light wind presented a far different problem in that Paul weighed about 35 pounds more than Elle and that extra weight would slow us down.
We managed to get to the starting line just before the race started. Paul was familiar with the type of boat we were racing but all his experience had been as a skipper and not as a crew. We had to work some things out as we raced and that didn’t help our performance either. The questionable part held up and we ended up finishing somewhere in the middle of the fleet. There was a break for lunch and we used the time to make the repair. The wind picked up during the break and by the time we headed for the starting line the usual afternoon Southerly had come in. Now Paul’s weight would come in handy to help hold the boat down and on a fairly level plane.
Having nothing to lose I chose to take what sailboat racers call a ”flyer“ at the start. A ”flyer“ is when a sailor takes an unconventional tack (chance) and sort of ignores what the majority of his competitors are doing. I had a real good knowledge of the local tidal currents and decided to try and take advantage of the incoming tide. As we were jockeying for the start I heard a lot of yelling and saw two boats had collided. I pressed on and took my ”flyer” going off on the opposite side of the course than the majority of the others. It paid off as we got to the first mark of the course in first place. With hard work we held the lead and crossed the finish line first... only we didn’t get the traditional cannon salute that winners usually received.
As we headed for shore I could see one boat still quite a ways back on the race course. What was really strange was that the boat was approaching the finish line from a different direction than I and the other boats right behind me had come from. I dismissed it as Paul and I celebrated sailed for the shore. Once there we received congratulations from some of the other sailors whose boats were launched from the beach. As all the local sailors launched their boats from the club marina I didn’t see any of them as we took the sails off and got ready to head back home. As we did we could hear and see some sort of commotion out on the beach in front of the clubhouse and dock. Curious, we walked towards it and I could see one of the local sailors (Peter) chasing one of the twins. She was wearing a white dress and not in sailing clothes. I wondered about that as I had seen both the girls earlier as we sailed out for the start.
After running around in circles while on the beach Peter trapped what turned out to be Pam on the dock. She had no where to run but out to the end. The dock was about 150 feet with a “T ” at the end. Peter caught her and it seemed like he picked her up like she was a feather. He walked to the edge of the dock with Pam on his shoulder and then he jumped in still holding her on his shoulder. It was pretty funny. When they came to the surface it was shallow enough for Peter to stand. Pam, on the other hand, had her dress up around her face and it was obvious she was in some difficulty. Peter was over six feet tall and Pam was no more than 5’ 4“ so there was no way for her to touch the bottom. Peter swam over to her and we all watched as he helped her pull her dress off over her head. Then she started swimming for shore as Peter walked in with the dress. By the time they started in more of the local sailors had made there way over from the marina. Steve, another local that I was friendly with had the ”scoop“ as to what this had been all about.
Peter and the twins had a long history of practical jokes that they played on each other. On this day Peter had reversed the lines that are used to hoist the sails up on the mast on the twin’s boat. With the way the locals launched their boats in the marina, doing this made for quite a hassle for the girls. I had mentioned that I had thought that two boats had collided prior to the start. One of them belonged to the twins and the boat had been damaged to the point that they couldn’t race it. When they hoisted it out of the water back at the marina they saw Peter’s boat trailer. They decided to hide it so that when he hauled it out he wouldn’t have a place to put it. Peter knew it had been the girls but the only one he saw was Pam. Pam had gone home and had changed for a party she was attending that night but had come back to the club to see the results and, unfortunately for her, Peter saw her.
As Pam approached the shore someone had gotten a beach towel to give her when she walked out of the water. But it was fairly shallow and she had to walk about 10 to 12 feet to get it. She was in just her bra and panties... and I was right in position to see her. She was wearing nylon panties and when nylon gets wet it becomes almost transparent. Mmmmm! There had to be at least 30 people there as she emerged from the water and she received a big cheer as she did. For me it was another good memory.
To be continued...
From the time I was eleven I was involved in some sort of racing be it sailing, cars or horses. With cars and horses out of the picture it was strictly sailing. When it appeared that week that I wouldn’t be racing on the weekend it was quite a disappointment. The lateness of Paul’s decision did create a bit of last minute scrambling for me though. I won’t bore you with the details but suffice it to say that by the time that Paul and I arrived at the racing venue on Saturday we were late. The reason Frank hadn’t left the part out for me was that he hadn’t been able to find it before he left. He made a concerted effort to locate it when he returned Friday night and brought it with him that morning. My problem with that was that there was no time to make the change before racing started. Luck appeared to be with me in that the wind was light which would mean there wouldn’t be all that much strain on the distressed part. However. the light wind presented a far different problem in that Paul weighed about 35 pounds more than Elle and that extra weight would slow us down.
We managed to get to the starting line just before the race started. Paul was familiar with the type of boat we were racing but all his experience had been as a skipper and not as a crew. We had to work some things out as we raced and that didn’t help our performance either. The questionable part held up and we ended up finishing somewhere in the middle of the fleet. There was a break for lunch and we used the time to make the repair. The wind picked up during the break and by the time we headed for the starting line the usual afternoon Southerly had come in. Now Paul’s weight would come in handy to help hold the boat down and on a fairly level plane.
Having nothing to lose I chose to take what sailboat racers call a ”flyer“ at the start. A ”flyer“ is when a sailor takes an unconventional tack (chance) and sort of ignores what the majority of his competitors are doing. I had a real good knowledge of the local tidal currents and decided to try and take advantage of the incoming tide. As we were jockeying for the start I heard a lot of yelling and saw two boats had collided. I pressed on and took my ”flyer” going off on the opposite side of the course than the majority of the others. It paid off as we got to the first mark of the course in first place. With hard work we held the lead and crossed the finish line first... only we didn’t get the traditional cannon salute that winners usually received.
As we headed for shore I could see one boat still quite a ways back on the race course. What was really strange was that the boat was approaching the finish line from a different direction than I and the other boats right behind me had come from. I dismissed it as Paul and I celebrated sailed for the shore. Once there we received congratulations from some of the other sailors whose boats were launched from the beach. As all the local sailors launched their boats from the club marina I didn’t see any of them as we took the sails off and got ready to head back home. As we did we could hear and see some sort of commotion out on the beach in front of the clubhouse and dock. Curious, we walked towards it and I could see one of the local sailors (Peter) chasing one of the twins. She was wearing a white dress and not in sailing clothes. I wondered about that as I had seen both the girls earlier as we sailed out for the start.
After running around in circles while on the beach Peter trapped what turned out to be Pam on the dock. She had no where to run but out to the end. The dock was about 150 feet with a “T ” at the end. Peter caught her and it seemed like he picked her up like she was a feather. He walked to the edge of the dock with Pam on his shoulder and then he jumped in still holding her on his shoulder. It was pretty funny. When they came to the surface it was shallow enough for Peter to stand. Pam, on the other hand, had her dress up around her face and it was obvious she was in some difficulty. Peter was over six feet tall and Pam was no more than 5’ 4“ so there was no way for her to touch the bottom. Peter swam over to her and we all watched as he helped her pull her dress off over her head. Then she started swimming for shore as Peter walked in with the dress. By the time they started in more of the local sailors had made there way over from the marina. Steve, another local that I was friendly with had the ”scoop“ as to what this had been all about.
Peter and the twins had a long history of practical jokes that they played on each other. On this day Peter had reversed the lines that are used to hoist the sails up on the mast on the twin’s boat. With the way the locals launched their boats in the marina, doing this made for quite a hassle for the girls. I had mentioned that I had thought that two boats had collided prior to the start. One of them belonged to the twins and the boat had been damaged to the point that they couldn’t race it. When they hoisted it out of the water back at the marina they saw Peter’s boat trailer. They decided to hide it so that when he hauled it out he wouldn’t have a place to put it. Peter knew it had been the girls but the only one he saw was Pam. Pam had gone home and had changed for a party she was attending that night but had come back to the club to see the results and, unfortunately for her, Peter saw her.
As Pam approached the shore someone had gotten a beach towel to give her when she walked out of the water. But it was fairly shallow and she had to walk about 10 to 12 feet to get it. She was in just her bra and panties... and I was right in position to see her. She was wearing nylon panties and when nylon gets wet it becomes almost transparent. Mmmmm! There had to be at least 30 people there as she emerged from the water and she received a big cheer as she did. For me it was another good memory.
To be continued...
Sunday, October 10, 2010
ALMOST SETTLED... and happy too (Part 62e)
The weekend following was the Territorial Championships which would qualify three area sailors for the National Championships. Even though there was no possible way that I could race in the Nationals I still wanted to compete in the Territorials. They were being held at the same club where I’d had my biggest sailing disappointment three years earlier when the Nationals were held there. In spite of that negative experience I liked sailing there and had made some good friends among the members including the twins, Pam and Penny.
There was a problem in that I discovered that a critical part that held the rudder to the hull of the boat had developed a serious crack. Before Frank had his new boat built by Rex, the local boat builder, he raced a boat that was built by the same boat builder as mine. He’d told me that he still had some spare parts from it and to let him know if I ever wanted them. I didn’t say ”yes“ and I didn’t say ”no“ when he offered them to me as I didn’t have any spare money. I still didn’t but I needed that part if I was to race on the weekend. I called him about it and he said he’d leave it out on his patio for me to pick up as he was leaving on a business trip. I didn’t really want to make a special trip to get it but really didn’t have a choice. That Tuesday, after supper, I drove down to Frank’s house and looked for the part but didn’t see it. The door was open and I could see into the kitchen. I called for his wife but there was no answer. I was upset that the part wasn’t there and without it I’d be taking a chance on really doing damage to my boat if it broke while racing. I called her name a few more times and then tried the screen door and found it was open. I wasn’t exactly comfortable just walking in but I was desperate for the part. I walked into the living room and saw Ronnie, Frank’s wife, sitting on the floor with her arm up on the sofa and her head resting on it. I called her name but didn’t get a response. When I looked on the end table I saw the reason. It was a half empty fifth of vodka. She was passed out.
I didn’t know what to do and as I was walking out I saw a door that appeared to go into the garage. I figured ”why not“ and opened it. I was partly right. It did lead to the garage but it was also a laundry room. Not one to walk past a washing machine with no one around I opened it. I didn’t see anything "interesting" but stuck my hand in anyway pulling out a handful of clothes. I could feel some dampness and quickly sorted through the small pile and found the clamdiggers that Ronnie had worn at the party. There wasn’t much light but when I held them up I could see the stain from when she’d wet herself on the patio. My brain went into overdrive and immediately I wanted to find the panties she’d been wearing when she did it. But I was worried that she might wake up so threw everything back in the washer and went to check on her. This whole episode probably took less than five minutes. Finding her still out cold I started back to the washer. I happened to look out the kitchen window and saw part of a wash line and a few bras. I went to the window and then saw something more interesting... panties. The immediate problem with that was I didn’t see a door to get out there.
I was frustrated at first but I didn’t give up. I went outside and walked around the outside of the garage and there was this tiny little space, probably no more than 10 feet by 20 feet, that made up the back yard. The wash line took up about half of it and on it I saw what I wanted. As I approached it and the panties two things jumped out at me... the waist elastic and the crotch. I’d seen the waist elastic the night that the sailing group had been at the bowling alley and I'd noticed it on the panties Ronnie was wearing. It was also very similar to the waist elastic on Elise’s panties that I’d picked up at the meeting hall back at the park. But I could easily see that they weren’t made by the same manufacturer. The crotch was way higher in both the front and back than Elise’s Shadowline panties. There was also one other slight difference in that they weren’t as opaque. I remember my heart pounding as it was still daylight and here I was, a stranger, at the wash line. I could see the house right behind Frank's through the hedge and just couldn’t bring myself to take a pair or to even check out who had made them. I just went back to my car and headed home without the part or a pair of panties. So close...
I beat myself up all the way home. I was mad because I’d chickened out on the panties and even madder that I’d lost focus on picking up the needed part. I told myself I could get it on Friday night when I would go pick up the boat but my chance for seeing the panties again was lost. I lay awake for a long time that night.
As if the lack of a part wasn’t enough Elle got her period the next day. She’d raced one day with it and was a mess when it was over. The combination of incontinence and a period is not pretty. She just shook her head when she told me. Initially, I took it as an omen saying that it really wasn’t meant for me to sail that weekend. It was Elle who came up with the idea of trying to reach Paul, the old friend who was home on leave, to see if he would be willing to crew for me. I had to have my father walk down to his parents house to get in touch with him. When he called he wasn’t all that thrilled with the idea as his leave was almost up and he wanted to spend the time with his wife. I told him to think about it and call me by Friday.
When I didn’t hear from him by lunch time on Friday I pretty much gave up hope. I was seeding the new pads when this car stopped out in the road. I didn’t recognize it but as I stared at it I knew I’d seen the face of the girl in the passenger seat. It took a few seconds before realizing that it was Paul’s wife. He’d left it up to her to decide and she’d said it was OK. I was happy!
To be continued...
The weekend following was the Territorial Championships which would qualify three area sailors for the National Championships. Even though there was no possible way that I could race in the Nationals I still wanted to compete in the Territorials. They were being held at the same club where I’d had my biggest sailing disappointment three years earlier when the Nationals were held there. In spite of that negative experience I liked sailing there and had made some good friends among the members including the twins, Pam and Penny.
There was a problem in that I discovered that a critical part that held the rudder to the hull of the boat had developed a serious crack. Before Frank had his new boat built by Rex, the local boat builder, he raced a boat that was built by the same boat builder as mine. He’d told me that he still had some spare parts from it and to let him know if I ever wanted them. I didn’t say ”yes“ and I didn’t say ”no“ when he offered them to me as I didn’t have any spare money. I still didn’t but I needed that part if I was to race on the weekend. I called him about it and he said he’d leave it out on his patio for me to pick up as he was leaving on a business trip. I didn’t really want to make a special trip to get it but really didn’t have a choice. That Tuesday, after supper, I drove down to Frank’s house and looked for the part but didn’t see it. The door was open and I could see into the kitchen. I called for his wife but there was no answer. I was upset that the part wasn’t there and without it I’d be taking a chance on really doing damage to my boat if it broke while racing. I called her name a few more times and then tried the screen door and found it was open. I wasn’t exactly comfortable just walking in but I was desperate for the part. I walked into the living room and saw Ronnie, Frank’s wife, sitting on the floor with her arm up on the sofa and her head resting on it. I called her name but didn’t get a response. When I looked on the end table I saw the reason. It was a half empty fifth of vodka. She was passed out.
I didn’t know what to do and as I was walking out I saw a door that appeared to go into the garage. I figured ”why not“ and opened it. I was partly right. It did lead to the garage but it was also a laundry room. Not one to walk past a washing machine with no one around I opened it. I didn’t see anything "interesting" but stuck my hand in anyway pulling out a handful of clothes. I could feel some dampness and quickly sorted through the small pile and found the clamdiggers that Ronnie had worn at the party. There wasn’t much light but when I held them up I could see the stain from when she’d wet herself on the patio. My brain went into overdrive and immediately I wanted to find the panties she’d been wearing when she did it. But I was worried that she might wake up so threw everything back in the washer and went to check on her. This whole episode probably took less than five minutes. Finding her still out cold I started back to the washer. I happened to look out the kitchen window and saw part of a wash line and a few bras. I went to the window and then saw something more interesting... panties. The immediate problem with that was I didn’t see a door to get out there.
I was frustrated at first but I didn’t give up. I went outside and walked around the outside of the garage and there was this tiny little space, probably no more than 10 feet by 20 feet, that made up the back yard. The wash line took up about half of it and on it I saw what I wanted. As I approached it and the panties two things jumped out at me... the waist elastic and the crotch. I’d seen the waist elastic the night that the sailing group had been at the bowling alley and I'd noticed it on the panties Ronnie was wearing. It was also very similar to the waist elastic on Elise’s panties that I’d picked up at the meeting hall back at the park. But I could easily see that they weren’t made by the same manufacturer. The crotch was way higher in both the front and back than Elise’s Shadowline panties. There was also one other slight difference in that they weren’t as opaque. I remember my heart pounding as it was still daylight and here I was, a stranger, at the wash line. I could see the house right behind Frank's through the hedge and just couldn’t bring myself to take a pair or to even check out who had made them. I just went back to my car and headed home without the part or a pair of panties. So close...
I beat myself up all the way home. I was mad because I’d chickened out on the panties and even madder that I’d lost focus on picking up the needed part. I told myself I could get it on Friday night when I would go pick up the boat but my chance for seeing the panties again was lost. I lay awake for a long time that night.
As if the lack of a part wasn’t enough Elle got her period the next day. She’d raced one day with it and was a mess when it was over. The combination of incontinence and a period is not pretty. She just shook her head when she told me. Initially, I took it as an omen saying that it really wasn’t meant for me to sail that weekend. It was Elle who came up with the idea of trying to reach Paul, the old friend who was home on leave, to see if he would be willing to crew for me. I had to have my father walk down to his parents house to get in touch with him. When he called he wasn’t all that thrilled with the idea as his leave was almost up and he wanted to spend the time with his wife. I told him to think about it and call me by Friday.
When I didn’t hear from him by lunch time on Friday I pretty much gave up hope. I was seeding the new pads when this car stopped out in the road. I didn’t recognize it but as I stared at it I knew I’d seen the face of the girl in the passenger seat. It took a few seconds before realizing that it was Paul’s wife. He’d left it up to her to decide and she’d said it was OK. I was happy!
To be continued...
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
ALMOST SETTLED... and happy too (Part 62d)
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I’ll go back to a time line for the weekends now. It’s fairly easy as I have reference material relating to the sailboat racing to refer to.
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It was just regular Sunday club racing the weekend following the area championships. What was memorable was the Saturday night party. Elle wasn’t really too happy about going fearing there would be some pointed reference to her wet pants on Saturday. I, on the other hand, wanted to discuss my disqualification from the previous weekend with the older, seasoned sailors. It was still bothering me. The party was at Frank’s house which was really nothing more than a Summer bungalow. It did have a nice big front yard and Frank, to appease his neighbors for the potential noise, invited them as well. It was definitely the biggest party of the Summer.
It was obvious that his wife, Ronnie (the former beauty queen) was well on her way to being drunk when we arrived. It was so puzzling to see her this way and to watch Frank, who didn’t drink at all, feed her drink after drink. She was wearing a pair of clamdigger pants (which she filled nicely) and a halter top. All the guys were definitely looking at her butt, me included. But I really wanted to talk with Doug and Chuck, the two most experienced racers in the club. It took a while to get them together and away from the others. I explained what had happened and they thought I was kidding. Neither had ever heard of the rule that I had supposedly broken and they went and found Will (another club sailor) who had once been on the National rules committee. He told us that there was no such rule right up to the time he left the committee, about three years prior. Other than the principle of the thing, it didn’t really matter since I won anyway. But hearing their input I felt somewhat vindicated.
With the four of us away from the mainstream party it was interesting to watch various interactions between the others. All of a sudden we watched a group of people suddenly rush to someone who had fallen. We followed and saw that it was Ronnie. It certainly didn’t surprise me. Frank rushed over and helped her up and over to a chaise on the patio. I remember shaking my head as he fetched her another drink.
Elle, Buddy, Carol, Ruthann and Jimbo had found a few chairs and were sitting out on the lawn just in front of the patio. When I joined them I couldn’t find another vacant chair so I stood behind Elle. From that position I could see Ronnie lying on the chaise and it looked like she was passed out. A little while later I saw her roll off the chaise and onto the ground. I mustv'e been the first one to see her because no one made any attempt to help her. When I got there there was a puddle under the chaise. When I tried to help her up she mumbled something that I didn’t understand. As I got her up and back onto the chaise Frank and a couple of other people arrived. I backed away and Frank proceeded to tell her to stay on the chaise and not to move. As drunk as she was I couldn’t understand why he didn’t take her inside. When I got back to the group I heard someone ask if she’d ”pissed herself“. I looked back over to where she was and the puddle was directly under where her butt was positioned on the chaise. I felt the rush of a bulge and couldn’t believe that I’d been that close to her (and the puddle) not to have realized what she’d done. Actually, I was mad that I hadn’t seen the creation of the puddle since the spotlight on the house shone directly on it. So close and yet so far.
As I said it was only club racing the next day. I don’t remember how we did. Since I’d missed the first races of the season and was not in contention for the season long prizes it wasn't important to me. What I do remember from that day was that one of my old sailing friends (Paul) from when I first started racing showed up with his new wife. He was in the ROTC program in college and was now home on leave. He decided to come to the club to see who was still around. His wife was definitely worth a second look and most of the guys were taking more than one. He hadn’t raced or sailed in a couple of years and it was obvious he really wanted to get back out on the water. One of the regular guys wasn’t feeling all that well (the party the night before?) and wasn’t going to race. He offered to let Paul take his boat out to introduce his wife to sailing. As I've explained before, to put these boats in the water you had to hand carry them from the trailer out into the water. Then the crew, Elle in my case, would wade out into the water to hold it until all the boats were launched. For Elle that was perfect because her shorts would get wet and would hide the ”damage“ if she had to pee. In Paul’s case it was his wife who got the duty. They were both wearing "regular" clothes and not really prepared to go sailing. She was a bit hesitant about getting them wet as well as the idea of sailing itself. The first time I actually paid attention to her was when she tried to get into the boat. The water was calm but somehow she’d walked the boat out to where the water was up to her chest which made it hard to get in. When she tried to get into the boat she had difficulty and got stuck with her wet butt staring right at me. A VPL, especially when wet, has always been a favorite of mine. I don’t remember her name but I do remember her nice, firm butt with the crotch line standing right out.
To be continued...
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I’ll go back to a time line for the weekends now. It’s fairly easy as I have reference material relating to the sailboat racing to refer to.
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It was just regular Sunday club racing the weekend following the area championships. What was memorable was the Saturday night party. Elle wasn’t really too happy about going fearing there would be some pointed reference to her wet pants on Saturday. I, on the other hand, wanted to discuss my disqualification from the previous weekend with the older, seasoned sailors. It was still bothering me. The party was at Frank’s house which was really nothing more than a Summer bungalow. It did have a nice big front yard and Frank, to appease his neighbors for the potential noise, invited them as well. It was definitely the biggest party of the Summer.
It was obvious that his wife, Ronnie (the former beauty queen) was well on her way to being drunk when we arrived. It was so puzzling to see her this way and to watch Frank, who didn’t drink at all, feed her drink after drink. She was wearing a pair of clamdigger pants (which she filled nicely) and a halter top. All the guys were definitely looking at her butt, me included. But I really wanted to talk with Doug and Chuck, the two most experienced racers in the club. It took a while to get them together and away from the others. I explained what had happened and they thought I was kidding. Neither had ever heard of the rule that I had supposedly broken and they went and found Will (another club sailor) who had once been on the National rules committee. He told us that there was no such rule right up to the time he left the committee, about three years prior. Other than the principle of the thing, it didn’t really matter since I won anyway. But hearing their input I felt somewhat vindicated.
With the four of us away from the mainstream party it was interesting to watch various interactions between the others. All of a sudden we watched a group of people suddenly rush to someone who had fallen. We followed and saw that it was Ronnie. It certainly didn’t surprise me. Frank rushed over and helped her up and over to a chaise on the patio. I remember shaking my head as he fetched her another drink.
Elle, Buddy, Carol, Ruthann and Jimbo had found a few chairs and were sitting out on the lawn just in front of the patio. When I joined them I couldn’t find another vacant chair so I stood behind Elle. From that position I could see Ronnie lying on the chaise and it looked like she was passed out. A little while later I saw her roll off the chaise and onto the ground. I mustv'e been the first one to see her because no one made any attempt to help her. When I got there there was a puddle under the chaise. When I tried to help her up she mumbled something that I didn’t understand. As I got her up and back onto the chaise Frank and a couple of other people arrived. I backed away and Frank proceeded to tell her to stay on the chaise and not to move. As drunk as she was I couldn’t understand why he didn’t take her inside. When I got back to the group I heard someone ask if she’d ”pissed herself“. I looked back over to where she was and the puddle was directly under where her butt was positioned on the chaise. I felt the rush of a bulge and couldn’t believe that I’d been that close to her (and the puddle) not to have realized what she’d done. Actually, I was mad that I hadn’t seen the creation of the puddle since the spotlight on the house shone directly on it. So close and yet so far.
As I said it was only club racing the next day. I don’t remember how we did. Since I’d missed the first races of the season and was not in contention for the season long prizes it wasn't important to me. What I do remember from that day was that one of my old sailing friends (Paul) from when I first started racing showed up with his new wife. He was in the ROTC program in college and was now home on leave. He decided to come to the club to see who was still around. His wife was definitely worth a second look and most of the guys were taking more than one. He hadn’t raced or sailed in a couple of years and it was obvious he really wanted to get back out on the water. One of the regular guys wasn’t feeling all that well (the party the night before?) and wasn’t going to race. He offered to let Paul take his boat out to introduce his wife to sailing. As I've explained before, to put these boats in the water you had to hand carry them from the trailer out into the water. Then the crew, Elle in my case, would wade out into the water to hold it until all the boats were launched. For Elle that was perfect because her shorts would get wet and would hide the ”damage“ if she had to pee. In Paul’s case it was his wife who got the duty. They were both wearing "regular" clothes and not really prepared to go sailing. She was a bit hesitant about getting them wet as well as the idea of sailing itself. The first time I actually paid attention to her was when she tried to get into the boat. The water was calm but somehow she’d walked the boat out to where the water was up to her chest which made it hard to get in. When she tried to get into the boat she had difficulty and got stuck with her wet butt staring right at me. A VPL, especially when wet, has always been a favorite of mine. I don’t remember her name but I do remember her nice, firm butt with the crotch line standing right out.
To be continued...
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