STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81f)
No sooner did I get the copper peak nailed on than it started raining in earnest. I got all the rest of the wood inside the playhouse before it and I got soaked. I was able to frame out the windows and doorway from inside the house but when I finished that I realized that I’d failed to buy the hinges and screws that I needed to hang them. I had to come back again anyway to put on the shingles so called it a day. I was about to leave when Karen’s father arrived. I told him what was left to do and he said he’d be right back and disappeared into the house. A few minutes later he reappeared with money in his hand. He told me there was $100 and I’d get the rest when the shingles were on and the door and windows were in place. That was fine by me. I really don’t think I’d ever even discussed anything more than what it would cost to build. That $100 felt awfully good in my pocket!
I was a little late getting to work on Monday and when I walked in all the others were gathered around Jay’s work table. It was shock to see Leo, the deputy Controller, as he seldom arrived before 1pm. Next to Leo was a tall, well dressed, distinguished looking middle aged woman. All I got was that she’d be spending a few weeks in our department. Without knowing her name or why she was there Leo said she’d be working with me and then left. Before I could say a word she was standing beside me and telling me her name was Vivien but that she preferred to be called Vi and then started asking me questions about what my job was. To say I was taken aback is to put it mildly. I don’t exactly remember what happened next... weather I told her to hold her horses or if I just walked away to get Jay. I was put off by her aggressive nature and wanted to know exactly why she was there and what she was looking for from me.
I do remember that Jay wasn't in the office and had left with Leo so I went right to Jo. She was able to calm me down and told me the lady was there from the Civil Service Commission and was there to do an audit of Data Processing. They were finally getting around to writing job descriptions and they needed to know exactly what we did and who did it before they could start. The only job description they had was for key punch operator and with the advent of magnetic tape that one was becoming obsolete. With Jo’s input it made sense but I still didn’t like the approach the lady had taken with me.
I went back and apologized and we agreed to start over again by giving each other our backgrounds. It turned out that she was well educated and that her husband had some notoriety in the area of nuclear research. He was on assignment to the government’s research lab about 20 miles away. She was bored so took the job as a Personnel Technician for the Civil Service Commission to fill her time. She admitted that she knew next to nothing about Data Processing but hoped to learn from us. It took a few minutes for me to process that. This woman, with no background in DP, was going to be writing job descriptions for future hires... not good!
I tried to be polite but I’m sure my explanations were a bit “short”. Her questions didn’t do anything to help me process the weekly payroll which meant staying late to meet my daily timetable. So, for work it could be said the next week wasn’t much fun.
One of the things on my "to do" list was to buy the hardware I needed to finish the playhouse I'd started. I'd established an account at the hardware store down town and during a lunch break drove there to get what i needed. I had to drive by the store I'd told Joan about that probably had the panties she'd picked out of Elle's when I showed them to her. Since it was only a few store fronts away I, impulsively, decided to see if they did carry the Kayser brand of panties. As I approached I saw a number of little plastic signs with logos on them by the feet of the mannequins in the show windows. One said Kayser. I hesitated for a few seconds before walking in. There were two ladies behind the counter and I remembered one from the last time I'd been there. I sucked up my doubts and went up to them and asked to see some size 6 Kayser panties. I don't know if I impressed them with my assertiveness but it certainly got them to act on the request. One lady pulled the drawer off the shelf and the other reached in and grabbed a handful and spread them on the counter. No matter how calm I may have looked to them, I was definitely nervous. I saw three pair that had lace (or something close to it) and quickly told them I'd take them. I think I was actually in the store no more than five minutes. I decided to hide them at home and to hope for a way to give them to Joan without creating a problem for either of us. Now I had to come up with a plan.
At home, Joan was working out really well for us. One thing Elle wanted to make sure of was that she didn’t see any evidence of her wet and stained panties. I had put a string clothes line in the bathtub and Elle (or sometimes I) would put her washed panties on it to dry and then pull the shower curtain over to hide them. One morning Joan arrived a bit early and I wasn’t dressed. I was finishing up in the bathroom and when I heard her talking to the kids I grabbed my pants and my shirt and hurried down the hall. As soon as she saw me said she needed the bathroom. I never gave a thought to the fact that I’d not pulled the shower curtain back across. When Joan returned she apologized and proceeded to attend to the kids. I was surprised when she turned to me and asked if she could ask a personal question. I wasn’t expecting such a thing and said a reflexive “OK”. But she was obviously ill at ease. I probably should’ve let it go but by then I was really curious so I “pushed“ her on it.
She made two or three attempts at it. I started to laugh and that forced the question out. She’d seen Elle’s stained cotton panties (and I think there might’ve been as many as four) on the line in the bathtub. She wanted to know about the nylon panties I’d provided her the day of her ”accident“. She’d assumed that they were what Elle normally wore and was a bit confused at seeing cotton panties like she wore in the bathroom. Now it was my turn to be a bit embarrassed. I told her that Elle had a ”dribble” problem and that she wore the cotton panties to “catch it”. I went on to say she wore the nylon “fancy panties” on special occasions. She didn’t say a word and while I was explaining I remembered that I’d bought three pair just for her. I’d wondered how I was going to be able to give them to her and this seemed to be as good a time as any.
To be continued...
Monday, November 28, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81e)
Luckily for her Karen was free that night. At least she didn’t have another job. What she did have was a friend who she’d invited over to spend the night. Elle worked it out that the other girl could come over too but we wouldn’t be paying her. Knowing how bad Elle wanted to see the movie I took advantage of the situation and convinced her to wear panties of my choice. I was thinking ahead to after the movies were over and the baby sitter(s) were gone. She’d wanted to wear a partial “package” (a sanitary pad or two between two heavy cotton panties and a sanitary panty over them) but there was no way I wanted to fight my way through all that when we got home.
Karen was cute in her own way but leaned towards the“plain” side. It was readily apparent when compared to her friend. The other girl’s name was Carol Ann and she truly was cute. She had blond hair in a pony tail and a smile that grabbed your attention. She was the exact opposite of Karen in that she hardly let Karen speak on the 10 minute trip home, very vocal and a bit hyper. My initial impression was that she was a bit of an “air head”. Even though it was a non school day they were both wearing skirts. The difference between the two was at least two inches at the hem with Carol Ann’s the shorter. I have to admit I was “all eyes” as she climbed into the back seat but it was too dark (my dome light was out) to see anything but her knees and a bit of thigh.
Back at home I was hoping to get around to the passenger side before she exited but I was too late. Elle was waiting to go so I didn’t have a chance to observe her before we left. At the movie I quickly found the reason Elle was so anxious to see it... Paul Newman was the star. I remember watching the movie and hoping that when we got home that she might be asleep and in a compromising position.
When we got back my hopes were high. However, it was the wrong girl. Karen had fallen asleep in the swivel rocker and had tucked her legs up under her. There to greet me as I walked in was a nice patch of white panty peeking out from under her skirt. The table lamp seemed to hi-light it. When Elle walked in and saw her in that position called out something like “We’re home!” which startled her and caused her to drop her legs back down. Bummer. Carol Ann was at the dining room table working on her homework. So much for my thoughts of her being an “air head”.
I had no luck with peeking when she got in and out of the car as I took them home. I waited in the car as they ran up the steps to what was the back door. It was locked as I watched Karen knock. But, I did get something as a puff of wind lifted the back of Carol Ann’s skirt. All I can tell you was that I did see her panties. I was really getting to like the idea of mini skirts. The light on the porch was above her so they were in a shadow so I didn't see any detail, but I fantasized about it all the way home.
Elle was still hyped up about Paul Newman when I got back. It wasn’t even 10pm so I, remembering that she was wearing panties of my choice, tried to replace Paul as the object of her affection. She’d used the toilet before leaving the theater and I hoped she hadn't gone after getting home. If she hadn't I knew there had to be something in there for me. The ordeal with my back had had me “out of commission” for an extended period of time and since Elle was still of a mind to get pregnant, I won out. It was a very good night!
Saturday had been a nice day but as we left for church on Sunday I could see the rain clouds starting to build. I just hoped I could get the roof panels on the playhouse before it started so the that rest of the materials wouldn’t get wet. I wanted to head home right after the service but we had to retrieve the kids from the nursery and Sunday school. That proved to be a bit of an adventure. Karen’s mother, who was the Sunday school supervisor, had told two of the other mothers about the playhouse and as soon as she saw me wanted to introduce me to them. I’d pretty much decided that without Jay I wasn’t really into building playhouses so it took me a while to explain, nicely, that I wasn’t interested. By the time we got home it looked like it was going to rain at any minute so I called my grandfather and told him I couldn’t take him to the hospital. When I mentioned that rain was imminent he was OK with it.
At the site of the playhouse I was struggling to get the 4x8 roof panels in place. There were always two of us when the other playhouses were erected. I could get them up but I had to align them so that they would meet evenly at the peak before nailing them on. Karen and her mother came out of the kitchen door and were headed for the garage when I called to them. I explained what I need in the way of help. Karen volunteered to climb up on the step ladder to tell me when I had them in the right position so I could nail them to the rafters. After doing one side I had to run around to the other and as I did I got a peek at her panties as a puff of wind lifted her skirt. I just hoped that her mother didn’t see as I caught a quick glance of white. After getting a few nails in place I thanked Karen and she climbed down. I needed the ladder to get on the roof to finish nailing it on. While I was up there I saw the piece of copper that I’d brought to to put on the peak lying on the ground. Karen was talking with her mother when I called to her and asked if she could hand it up to me. When she squatted down to pick it up her knees were about five or six inches apart and I got another quick peek. I knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose but as smart as she appeared to be she seemed clueless as to modesty. I wasn’t complaining and after they left fantasized about getting more peeks from her in the future.
To be continued...
Luckily for her Karen was free that night. At least she didn’t have another job. What she did have was a friend who she’d invited over to spend the night. Elle worked it out that the other girl could come over too but we wouldn’t be paying her. Knowing how bad Elle wanted to see the movie I took advantage of the situation and convinced her to wear panties of my choice. I was thinking ahead to after the movies were over and the baby sitter(s) were gone. She’d wanted to wear a partial “package” (a sanitary pad or two between two heavy cotton panties and a sanitary panty over them) but there was no way I wanted to fight my way through all that when we got home.
Karen was cute in her own way but leaned towards the“plain” side. It was readily apparent when compared to her friend. The other girl’s name was Carol Ann and she truly was cute. She had blond hair in a pony tail and a smile that grabbed your attention. She was the exact opposite of Karen in that she hardly let Karen speak on the 10 minute trip home, very vocal and a bit hyper. My initial impression was that she was a bit of an “air head”. Even though it was a non school day they were both wearing skirts. The difference between the two was at least two inches at the hem with Carol Ann’s the shorter. I have to admit I was “all eyes” as she climbed into the back seat but it was too dark (my dome light was out) to see anything but her knees and a bit of thigh.
Back at home I was hoping to get around to the passenger side before she exited but I was too late. Elle was waiting to go so I didn’t have a chance to observe her before we left. At the movie I quickly found the reason Elle was so anxious to see it... Paul Newman was the star. I remember watching the movie and hoping that when we got home that she might be asleep and in a compromising position.
When we got back my hopes were high. However, it was the wrong girl. Karen had fallen asleep in the swivel rocker and had tucked her legs up under her. There to greet me as I walked in was a nice patch of white panty peeking out from under her skirt. The table lamp seemed to hi-light it. When Elle walked in and saw her in that position called out something like “We’re home!” which startled her and caused her to drop her legs back down. Bummer. Carol Ann was at the dining room table working on her homework. So much for my thoughts of her being an “air head”.
I had no luck with peeking when she got in and out of the car as I took them home. I waited in the car as they ran up the steps to what was the back door. It was locked as I watched Karen knock. But, I did get something as a puff of wind lifted the back of Carol Ann’s skirt. All I can tell you was that I did see her panties. I was really getting to like the idea of mini skirts. The light on the porch was above her so they were in a shadow so I didn't see any detail, but I fantasized about it all the way home.
Elle was still hyped up about Paul Newman when I got back. It wasn’t even 10pm so I, remembering that she was wearing panties of my choice, tried to replace Paul as the object of her affection. She’d used the toilet before leaving the theater and I hoped she hadn't gone after getting home. If she hadn't I knew there had to be something in there for me. The ordeal with my back had had me “out of commission” for an extended period of time and since Elle was still of a mind to get pregnant, I won out. It was a very good night!
Saturday had been a nice day but as we left for church on Sunday I could see the rain clouds starting to build. I just hoped I could get the roof panels on the playhouse before it started so the that rest of the materials wouldn’t get wet. I wanted to head home right after the service but we had to retrieve the kids from the nursery and Sunday school. That proved to be a bit of an adventure. Karen’s mother, who was the Sunday school supervisor, had told two of the other mothers about the playhouse and as soon as she saw me wanted to introduce me to them. I’d pretty much decided that without Jay I wasn’t really into building playhouses so it took me a while to explain, nicely, that I wasn’t interested. By the time we got home it looked like it was going to rain at any minute so I called my grandfather and told him I couldn’t take him to the hospital. When I mentioned that rain was imminent he was OK with it.
At the site of the playhouse I was struggling to get the 4x8 roof panels in place. There were always two of us when the other playhouses were erected. I could get them up but I had to align them so that they would meet evenly at the peak before nailing them on. Karen and her mother came out of the kitchen door and were headed for the garage when I called to them. I explained what I need in the way of help. Karen volunteered to climb up on the step ladder to tell me when I had them in the right position so I could nail them to the rafters. After doing one side I had to run around to the other and as I did I got a peek at her panties as a puff of wind lifted her skirt. I just hoped that her mother didn’t see as I caught a quick glance of white. After getting a few nails in place I thanked Karen and she climbed down. I needed the ladder to get on the roof to finish nailing it on. While I was up there I saw the piece of copper that I’d brought to to put on the peak lying on the ground. Karen was talking with her mother when I called to her and asked if she could hand it up to me. When she squatted down to pick it up her knees were about five or six inches apart and I got another quick peek. I knew she wasn’t doing it on purpose but as smart as she appeared to be she seemed clueless as to modesty. I wasn’t complaining and after they left fantasized about getting more peeks from her in the future.
To be continued...
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81d)
I had the address but until I pulled into the driveway I didn’t realize that it was the same one where I’d picked up the babysitter (Karen) that we'd met at church a couple of months earlier. When the lady had been to Jean’s party I’d recognized her from church. I had no idea that she was the babysitter’s mother. I remember that Karen had told me she was 15 and if the girl at the party was Jean’s age she would’ve been around 4. That was quite a range in age. I’d loaded Elle’s station wagon with as much of the wood as I could but had to go back to get the rest. It was around 7:30am and there didn’t seem to be any signs of life in the house. It took a little over half an hour for me to get back and by this time the garage door was up. A man came out and introduced himself and said he’d get his wife. I recognized her even though her hair was up in curlers. She was wearing a short robe only loosely tied at the waist. I remember hoping that a puff of wind might come along and blow it open. The three of us went into the back yard to pick the spot for the house. The yard wasn’t all that big because of the detached garage. I suggested that it be placed, at an angle, in the corner opposite the garage. That way someone in the house would be able to see what was going on in and around it. The man offered to place and dig in the cement blocks for the base. I was very thankful for the help. I hadn’t really done anything but but move the wood and yet I could feel my back wasn’t all that happy. Right after he finished he drove off.
Pre cutting almost everything made a big difference. It had only taken a few minutes to get the floor and sills in place. It was about that time when Karen appeared. She was wearing a green jersey top with white shorts and told me she was off to softball practice. I watched her ride off on her bike and sort of wished I could go watch practice. To my mind’s eye those shorts were sure to give off some very nice VPLs.
I was in the process of framing out the walls when I saw the mother walk across the lawn with a big wicker basket. There was a T pole clothes line that ran parallel to the garage and she headed straight to it. I stopped to watch and was rewarded right off. She was still wearing the same robe and this time the wind cooperated. As she was in the process of pinning a sheet on the line a puff of wind got under the hem of the robe and up it want. For a few seconds I had a nice view of her pale blue pantied bottom. I managed to avert my eyes by the time she turned to look to see if I’d seen anything. I had the second wall up and was sort of hiding behind it the next time I got a peek. This one was even better as the wind parted the robe in the front and I could see she was wearing a short top under it. She was sort of facing me and her face was hidden behind whatever it was she was pinning on the line. I was looking at the “promised land”... from the bottom of her crotch to half way to her navel. I wish I could say she was a raving beauty but she was really very “average”. Regardless, I had a problem and I had to stay hidden for a few minutes.
She returned to the house and the next time I saw her she was dressed and had two girls following behind her. One might’ve been 12 and the other was the one who’d been to Jean’s party. She brought them over to meet me and the older one was told to make sure that the younger one didn’t get in my way. By then I had three walls up and the kids could visualize their new house and were quite excited. I saw the mother make another trip to the wash line and actually saw her hanging panties and bras. It was too good to be true... she’d hung them closest to where I was working. There was no mistaking who wore what. Four very distinct sizes plus the larger ones, definitely the mother’s, were all pastels. There was a water faucet at the very back of the garage. As soon as the mother went back in the house I headed in that direction. The panties were carefully hung in groups, by size. The larger ones had to be the mother's and were nylon or acetate. The next set had to belong to Karen. They were all white and, again, probably nylon. The others were smaller and band leg cotton, definitely belonging to the younger girls. All in all, a very nice presentation!
Karen was back before lunch. She came over to look at my progress and I remember her saying something along the lines of how she wished she’d had a playhouse when she was small. As she walked away I saw something that really got my attention. her white shorts were now a dusty dirt color... and across her backside was a beautiful half moon. She’d obviously slid into a base and the crotch line had made a mark on the shorts.
I probably could’ve gotten the roof panels on but by then my back had had enough. We didn’t have Advil and the like back in those days and aspirin just wasn’t doing it for me. I’d entertained the idea of going to the races that night but the way I felt there was no way. When I told Elle she suggested that we go to the movies. It had been so long since we’d gone that I had no idea what the popular movies were at the time. I told her that I’d think about it and went into the bedroom to lie down for a while.
The next thing I knew Elle was standing by the edge of the bed. I looked at her and she had a sheepish grin on her face that told me I needed to run my hand up under her skirt. Just from the feel I knew she had on a pair of the Plymouth nylon satin panties on over the cotton ones. I loved that combination. As I rubbed I could see she was enjoying it as much as I was. However, our euphoria was short lived as we both heard a wail from the patio room. As Elle went to see what was going on I rolled out of bed. My back felt better for sure. As I started down the hall Elle emerged from the Patio room. The bathroom was right there and she gently pushed me into it. She immediately spun around me and onto the toilet. She had her skirt up and I could see she still had her panties on. Hmmmm... With the kids around and her being so daring I got the hint she wanted something. After a few minutes of “playing” I found out just what it was. The movie was Hud with Paul Newman. Some of the teachers at her school had gone to the opening and told her she just HAD to see it. This was her way of making sure she did and I wasn’t complaining.
To be continued...
I had the address but until I pulled into the driveway I didn’t realize that it was the same one where I’d picked up the babysitter (Karen) that we'd met at church a couple of months earlier. When the lady had been to Jean’s party I’d recognized her from church. I had no idea that she was the babysitter’s mother. I remember that Karen had told me she was 15 and if the girl at the party was Jean’s age she would’ve been around 4. That was quite a range in age. I’d loaded Elle’s station wagon with as much of the wood as I could but had to go back to get the rest. It was around 7:30am and there didn’t seem to be any signs of life in the house. It took a little over half an hour for me to get back and by this time the garage door was up. A man came out and introduced himself and said he’d get his wife. I recognized her even though her hair was up in curlers. She was wearing a short robe only loosely tied at the waist. I remember hoping that a puff of wind might come along and blow it open. The three of us went into the back yard to pick the spot for the house. The yard wasn’t all that big because of the detached garage. I suggested that it be placed, at an angle, in the corner opposite the garage. That way someone in the house would be able to see what was going on in and around it. The man offered to place and dig in the cement blocks for the base. I was very thankful for the help. I hadn’t really done anything but but move the wood and yet I could feel my back wasn’t all that happy. Right after he finished he drove off.
Pre cutting almost everything made a big difference. It had only taken a few minutes to get the floor and sills in place. It was about that time when Karen appeared. She was wearing a green jersey top with white shorts and told me she was off to softball practice. I watched her ride off on her bike and sort of wished I could go watch practice. To my mind’s eye those shorts were sure to give off some very nice VPLs.
I was in the process of framing out the walls when I saw the mother walk across the lawn with a big wicker basket. There was a T pole clothes line that ran parallel to the garage and she headed straight to it. I stopped to watch and was rewarded right off. She was still wearing the same robe and this time the wind cooperated. As she was in the process of pinning a sheet on the line a puff of wind got under the hem of the robe and up it want. For a few seconds I had a nice view of her pale blue pantied bottom. I managed to avert my eyes by the time she turned to look to see if I’d seen anything. I had the second wall up and was sort of hiding behind it the next time I got a peek. This one was even better as the wind parted the robe in the front and I could see she was wearing a short top under it. She was sort of facing me and her face was hidden behind whatever it was she was pinning on the line. I was looking at the “promised land”... from the bottom of her crotch to half way to her navel. I wish I could say she was a raving beauty but she was really very “average”. Regardless, I had a problem and I had to stay hidden for a few minutes.
She returned to the house and the next time I saw her she was dressed and had two girls following behind her. One might’ve been 12 and the other was the one who’d been to Jean’s party. She brought them over to meet me and the older one was told to make sure that the younger one didn’t get in my way. By then I had three walls up and the kids could visualize their new house and were quite excited. I saw the mother make another trip to the wash line and actually saw her hanging panties and bras. It was too good to be true... she’d hung them closest to where I was working. There was no mistaking who wore what. Four very distinct sizes plus the larger ones, definitely the mother’s, were all pastels. There was a water faucet at the very back of the garage. As soon as the mother went back in the house I headed in that direction. The panties were carefully hung in groups, by size. The larger ones had to be the mother's and were nylon or acetate. The next set had to belong to Karen. They were all white and, again, probably nylon. The others were smaller and band leg cotton, definitely belonging to the younger girls. All in all, a very nice presentation!
Karen was back before lunch. She came over to look at my progress and I remember her saying something along the lines of how she wished she’d had a playhouse when she was small. As she walked away I saw something that really got my attention. her white shorts were now a dusty dirt color... and across her backside was a beautiful half moon. She’d obviously slid into a base and the crotch line had made a mark on the shorts.
I probably could’ve gotten the roof panels on but by then my back had had enough. We didn’t have Advil and the like back in those days and aspirin just wasn’t doing it for me. I’d entertained the idea of going to the races that night but the way I felt there was no way. When I told Elle she suggested that we go to the movies. It had been so long since we’d gone that I had no idea what the popular movies were at the time. I told her that I’d think about it and went into the bedroom to lie down for a while.
The next thing I knew Elle was standing by the edge of the bed. I looked at her and she had a sheepish grin on her face that told me I needed to run my hand up under her skirt. Just from the feel I knew she had on a pair of the Plymouth nylon satin panties on over the cotton ones. I loved that combination. As I rubbed I could see she was enjoying it as much as I was. However, our euphoria was short lived as we both heard a wail from the patio room. As Elle went to see what was going on I rolled out of bed. My back felt better for sure. As I started down the hall Elle emerged from the Patio room. The bathroom was right there and she gently pushed me into it. She immediately spun around me and onto the toilet. She had her skirt up and I could see she still had her panties on. Hmmmm... With the kids around and her being so daring I got the hint she wanted something. After a few minutes of “playing” I found out just what it was. The movie was Hud with Paul Newman. Some of the teachers at her school had gone to the opening and told her she just HAD to see it. This was her way of making sure she did and I wasn’t complaining.
To be continued...
Sunday, November 20, 2011
STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81c)
Anne was through and wanted out of the high chair so Joan got up and helped her down. As she did so she was also trying to explain herself. As I remember it she half heartedly tried to get out of the situation but I wouldn't let her. She'd thrown me a "crumb" and I wanted the "cookie". I pressed her on it and I certainly don't remember all she said. The gist of it was that even though she was 24 years old she'd never bought any underwear for herself. Her mother had always bought it. I remember her picking up Elle's panties and pants off the table and then pointing to the panties on top of her denim pants. With her free hand she picked them up and I immediately knew that they were a pair of Carter's heavy ribbed cotton Spanky Pants. As she did she stated that they were all she'd ever worn and the panties I'd given her were the very first "nice" panties she'd ever worn. It was amazing to see this girl/woman standing there holding/shaking/waving this pair of cotton panties and asking me if I thought they were feminine. At that point I was the one embarrassed... and it wasn't just because of that. I had a very uncontrolled hard on under the table. My boxer shorts were not designed to reign in a very stiff penis.
To get out of the situation I pointed to Anne and mentioned that I hadn't changed her when she got up. That got us off the topic and Joan put the clothes down to attend to Anne. It took a minute or so for me to gain control and then I made a mad dash down the hall while Joan and Anne were in her room. I quickly grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt and slipped them on. I was in my closet fetching a tie when I heard Joan's voice. She wanted to know where she could store her spare clothes. She had all the clothes from the table and handed Elle's things to me. As she did she asked if I thought she could find panties like Elle's in town. I smiled and said there were a number of stores that carried one's like them. Again, after opening my mouth I was worried that I'd spoken too quickly. However, she didn't seem to pick up on it but I took a chance as I took the panties and went right to Elle's panty drawer.
The drawer was filled only with panties, mostly the heavy cotton ones which were all pretty stained. On the right hand side were the nylon ones including the fancy panties that Elle hardly ever wore. I pulled the pile of fancy ones out and put them on the bed. Joan, who was still in the doorway, stepped forward and stared down at them as I spread them out so she could see them better. She picked a couple of them up and I could see in her eyes that she liked them. I know she made a comment about the feel. I remember thinking of how deprived she was not ever having worn a pair of nylon panties. She picked out one of them, marveling at not only the feel but how pretty they were. The pair she held up was a pair with lace around the leg openings and an applique. As she did I went "over the top" and asked if she wanted them.
By then I was totally oblivious to the time. She looked at me and just shook her head saying she just couldn't take Elle's panties. I made a couple of attempts to persuade her but she just wasn't going to change her mind. I took them from her and as I put the panties back in the drawer I noted the maker... Kayser. I had a fleeting thought that maybe I could find some available in town. My memory was that the new ladies dress store that had opened had them but I wasn't sure. At that point she changed the subject and asked where she could "hide" her clothes. That was when it stuck me...she'd brought clothes "just in case". To me that meant her "accident" wasn't a one time thing. Driving to work I had a hard time believing all of what had just transpired.
I’d figured out what tools I’d need to build the playhouse and between my father and grandfather I had everything but a Skil saw. I knew Jay would be using his but asked anyway. When I told him what I was doing he volunteered to go with me to the lumber yard and get the wood with his truck. But he really outdid himself when he said he’d cut it all up for me. After work he and Jo came over and, still in his every day clothes, proceeded to cut just about everything I needed. Jo played with the kids and although I hoped to get a panty peek, I was too busy to pay much attention to her. Elle insisted that we feed them and by the time they left it was well after dark. But, I had all the pieces for a complete playhouse. Now I had to figure out which piece went where. It was like a giant jig saw puzzle.
To be continued...
Anne was through and wanted out of the high chair so Joan got up and helped her down. As she did so she was also trying to explain herself. As I remember it she half heartedly tried to get out of the situation but I wouldn't let her. She'd thrown me a "crumb" and I wanted the "cookie". I pressed her on it and I certainly don't remember all she said. The gist of it was that even though she was 24 years old she'd never bought any underwear for herself. Her mother had always bought it. I remember her picking up Elle's panties and pants off the table and then pointing to the panties on top of her denim pants. With her free hand she picked them up and I immediately knew that they were a pair of Carter's heavy ribbed cotton Spanky Pants. As she did she stated that they were all she'd ever worn and the panties I'd given her were the very first "nice" panties she'd ever worn. It was amazing to see this girl/woman standing there holding/shaking/waving this pair of cotton panties and asking me if I thought they were feminine. At that point I was the one embarrassed... and it wasn't just because of that. I had a very uncontrolled hard on under the table. My boxer shorts were not designed to reign in a very stiff penis.
To get out of the situation I pointed to Anne and mentioned that I hadn't changed her when she got up. That got us off the topic and Joan put the clothes down to attend to Anne. It took a minute or so for me to gain control and then I made a mad dash down the hall while Joan and Anne were in her room. I quickly grabbed a pair of pants and a shirt and slipped them on. I was in my closet fetching a tie when I heard Joan's voice. She wanted to know where she could store her spare clothes. She had all the clothes from the table and handed Elle's things to me. As she did she asked if I thought she could find panties like Elle's in town. I smiled and said there were a number of stores that carried one's like them. Again, after opening my mouth I was worried that I'd spoken too quickly. However, she didn't seem to pick up on it but I took a chance as I took the panties and went right to Elle's panty drawer.
The drawer was filled only with panties, mostly the heavy cotton ones which were all pretty stained. On the right hand side were the nylon ones including the fancy panties that Elle hardly ever wore. I pulled the pile of fancy ones out and put them on the bed. Joan, who was still in the doorway, stepped forward and stared down at them as I spread them out so she could see them better. She picked a couple of them up and I could see in her eyes that she liked them. I know she made a comment about the feel. I remember thinking of how deprived she was not ever having worn a pair of nylon panties. She picked out one of them, marveling at not only the feel but how pretty they were. The pair she held up was a pair with lace around the leg openings and an applique. As she did I went "over the top" and asked if she wanted them.
By then I was totally oblivious to the time. She looked at me and just shook her head saying she just couldn't take Elle's panties. I made a couple of attempts to persuade her but she just wasn't going to change her mind. I took them from her and as I put the panties back in the drawer I noted the maker... Kayser. I had a fleeting thought that maybe I could find some available in town. My memory was that the new ladies dress store that had opened had them but I wasn't sure. At that point she changed the subject and asked where she could "hide" her clothes. That was when it stuck me...she'd brought clothes "just in case". To me that meant her "accident" wasn't a one time thing. Driving to work I had a hard time believing all of what had just transpired.
I’d figured out what tools I’d need to build the playhouse and between my father and grandfather I had everything but a Skil saw. I knew Jay would be using his but asked anyway. When I told him what I was doing he volunteered to go with me to the lumber yard and get the wood with his truck. But he really outdid himself when he said he’d cut it all up for me. After work he and Jo came over and, still in his every day clothes, proceeded to cut just about everything I needed. Jo played with the kids and although I hoped to get a panty peek, I was too busy to pay much attention to her. Elle insisted that we feed them and by the time they left it was well after dark. But, I had all the pieces for a complete playhouse. Now I had to figure out which piece went where. It was like a giant jig saw puzzle.
To be continued...
Friday, November 18, 2011
STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81b)
I explained about my back and told her that I’d have to think about it. Since I hadn’t made extra money from any source in three weeks I was tempted to tackle it on my own. While I was trying to figure out how to do it Elle came over and sat on my lap. I had an instant sensation of warm wetness as she put her arms around me. My almost instantaneous bulge fir right into her bottom and she knew it. As she kissed me she was wiggling around which felt really good. I was a little concerned about the kids but they were busy playing with the presents from the birthday. After a few minutes I asked what had happened that she was so “generous”. I remember her giggling as she told me that she’d leaked while finishing the dishes and thought I’d like a surprise. As she was telling me I felt another wave of warmth in my lap. If the kids had been out in the patio room I would’ve pulled her slacks down and had some “real” fun... but discretion took over.
As we were cleaning up Elle asked if I’d gotten “excited” when I found that Joan had wet herself. She knew me well enough to know that it had. Because she’d brought the subject up I decided to tell her some (but not all) about my previous experiences with Joan when we were kids. When I told her about the time where a friend (male) and I had persuaded her to wet herself I left that part out. I explained it by telling her that Joan had waited too long to go home to use the toilet because we were all waiting to get cookies and lemonade. She thought that was funny. I did admit to being mean to her when we were on the see saw and wouldn’t let her off. She definitely agreed that was mean. When I was getting dry panties for her to put on she asked which ones I’d given to her. She was concerned that I’d given her a pair of her old stained ones and when I told her I hadn’t she sighed in relief. Just thinking about Joan wearing the fancy panties instead of the plain cotton panties was enough to conjure up an image of her wearing nothing but them. A very nice thought!
Memorial Day was that Thursday and there was no school or work for me. It was also the day the travel trailer part of the park was to officially open. I managed to talk the “boys” into letting me be part of the celebration. I’d also persuaded them to pay for my doctor visit as well as the pain medications. Even before the opening they’d managed to sell a few of the new travel trailers and were really excited about it. They had three models open and there was a fair amount of interest. A good friend of my parents stopped by and I showed him through all three. Not being trained as a salesman, I had no idea if he was really interested or was just stopping by to see me. I ‘d known him for many years and when I was young would get presents from him on my birthday. Talking to someone you know is a lot easier than talking to strangers. While there I pretty much made up my mind to go ahead with building the playhouse. That night I called the lady and she was very happy. I told her I’d start on Saturday but that it might take two weekends. That was fine by her.
When Elle's mother would watch the kids she'd arrive around 8am and I'd leave for work right after that. With Joan now watching the kids she didn't arrive until about 8:45 am. I wasn't happy with the late start to my work day but had to live with it. It also meant that I had to feed the kids their breakfast. After Joan's first day I told her to just walk in without knocking. On the day after Memorial day I was feeding the kids and eating my breakfast with them when I heard the door open. I looked at my watch and it wasn't even 8:15am and Joan was there. I'd showered and shaved but was sitting at the table in just my T shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. However, I was sitting against the wall and when Joan appeared my lower extremities were hidden by the table... or so I hoped. She said "Hi" to the kids and then put some clothes on the table at the open place. Right on top was the pair of fancy panties I'd given to her a few days earlier. I didn't say anything but observed that there was also a pair of denim pants at the bottom of the pile. Ann was fussing in her high chair so Joan sat down to try and coerce her into eating. I sat there hoping that she would and then she could take her to her room to dress her for the day. That would give me the chance to "escape" and get to my clothes.
She was moderately successful and turned to me and, showing some embarrassment, thanked me for the loan of Elle's clothes. Then she pointed to the clothes under Elle's and said she wanted to be "prepared" if another emergency arose. I just smiled. Then, she really blew me away when she asked if I knew where Elle had gotten the panties as she pointed to the ones on the table. I answered right back and said "the city", realizing that my answer was way to quick. But Joan's "slowness" that I've mentioned was in effect and she didn't pick up on it. I hesitated before I asked why she wanted to know. I was surprised at myself for doing it but even more surprised at her answer. I don't remember her exact words but it was along the lines of "because they made me feel feminine". I must've had a blank stare on my face as she sort of half smiled and then tried to explain. Now she was definitely embarrassed.
To be continued...
I explained about my back and told her that I’d have to think about it. Since I hadn’t made extra money from any source in three weeks I was tempted to tackle it on my own. While I was trying to figure out how to do it Elle came over and sat on my lap. I had an instant sensation of warm wetness as she put her arms around me. My almost instantaneous bulge fir right into her bottom and she knew it. As she kissed me she was wiggling around which felt really good. I was a little concerned about the kids but they were busy playing with the presents from the birthday. After a few minutes I asked what had happened that she was so “generous”. I remember her giggling as she told me that she’d leaked while finishing the dishes and thought I’d like a surprise. As she was telling me I felt another wave of warmth in my lap. If the kids had been out in the patio room I would’ve pulled her slacks down and had some “real” fun... but discretion took over.
As we were cleaning up Elle asked if I’d gotten “excited” when I found that Joan had wet herself. She knew me well enough to know that it had. Because she’d brought the subject up I decided to tell her some (but not all) about my previous experiences with Joan when we were kids. When I told her about the time where a friend (male) and I had persuaded her to wet herself I left that part out. I explained it by telling her that Joan had waited too long to go home to use the toilet because we were all waiting to get cookies and lemonade. She thought that was funny. I did admit to being mean to her when we were on the see saw and wouldn’t let her off. She definitely agreed that was mean. When I was getting dry panties for her to put on she asked which ones I’d given to her. She was concerned that I’d given her a pair of her old stained ones and when I told her I hadn’t she sighed in relief. Just thinking about Joan wearing the fancy panties instead of the plain cotton panties was enough to conjure up an image of her wearing nothing but them. A very nice thought!
Memorial Day was that Thursday and there was no school or work for me. It was also the day the travel trailer part of the park was to officially open. I managed to talk the “boys” into letting me be part of the celebration. I’d also persuaded them to pay for my doctor visit as well as the pain medications. Even before the opening they’d managed to sell a few of the new travel trailers and were really excited about it. They had three models open and there was a fair amount of interest. A good friend of my parents stopped by and I showed him through all three. Not being trained as a salesman, I had no idea if he was really interested or was just stopping by to see me. I ‘d known him for many years and when I was young would get presents from him on my birthday. Talking to someone you know is a lot easier than talking to strangers. While there I pretty much made up my mind to go ahead with building the playhouse. That night I called the lady and she was very happy. I told her I’d start on Saturday but that it might take two weekends. That was fine by her.
When Elle's mother would watch the kids she'd arrive around 8am and I'd leave for work right after that. With Joan now watching the kids she didn't arrive until about 8:45 am. I wasn't happy with the late start to my work day but had to live with it. It also meant that I had to feed the kids their breakfast. After Joan's first day I told her to just walk in without knocking. On the day after Memorial day I was feeding the kids and eating my breakfast with them when I heard the door open. I looked at my watch and it wasn't even 8:15am and Joan was there. I'd showered and shaved but was sitting at the table in just my T shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. However, I was sitting against the wall and when Joan appeared my lower extremities were hidden by the table... or so I hoped. She said "Hi" to the kids and then put some clothes on the table at the open place. Right on top was the pair of fancy panties I'd given to her a few days earlier. I didn't say anything but observed that there was also a pair of denim pants at the bottom of the pile. Ann was fussing in her high chair so Joan sat down to try and coerce her into eating. I sat there hoping that she would and then she could take her to her room to dress her for the day. That would give me the chance to "escape" and get to my clothes.
She was moderately successful and turned to me and, showing some embarrassment, thanked me for the loan of Elle's clothes. Then she pointed to the clothes under Elle's and said she wanted to be "prepared" if another emergency arose. I just smiled. Then, she really blew me away when she asked if I knew where Elle had gotten the panties as she pointed to the ones on the table. I answered right back and said "the city", realizing that my answer was way to quick. But Joan's "slowness" that I've mentioned was in effect and she didn't pick up on it. I hesitated before I asked why she wanted to know. I was surprised at myself for doing it but even more surprised at her answer. I don't remember her exact words but it was along the lines of "because they made me feel feminine". I must've had a blank stare on my face as she sort of half smiled and then tried to explain. Now she was definitely embarrassed.
To be continued...
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
STILL SPRING... but getting warmer (Part 81a)
Elle’s meeting with Joan went well. The kids “adopted” her before she had to leave so Elle was pleased. I, too, had a good feeling about the arrangement. The only concern was that Jean’s (my older daughter) birthday was on the day after she started. We decided to keep her party small not wanting to put any added pressure on Joan. As I’ve mentioned, there wasn’t but one girl anywhere near Jean’s age in the park. Jean had made a couple of friends at Sunday school and Elle had asked them to come over. With Elle’s and my mother along with the mother of one of the other guests there would only be a total of nine so it was decided to hold it in the patio room.
I was at work and just about to go to lunch when I got a phone call from Joan. I thought something had happened to one of the girls but she assured me they were fine. But she asked if I could come home for a few minutes. I asked her why but I could hear the plaintiveness in her voice. When I walked in the door I was shocked to see her with a bath towel wrapped around her waist. She started blushing as soon as I was through the door.
It had rained all day Monday and she’d wanted to take the girls for a stroll though the park. With better weather that morning they went for their walk. I think I had mentioned that the park had been built in an area with scrub oak and pine trees. The trees were pollinating at the time and, as luck would have it, Joan was allergic to one or the other of them and had a sneezing fit... and, in her words, “piddled her pants”. The reason she wanted me to come home was for me to find some clothes for her to borrow.
I tried to be discrete but had to ask what size she wore while at the same time I tried to see the evidence of her “piddling” on her pants legs below the towel. Her height made it hard for me to judge and I think she said she was a size 12. I knew that Elle still had some clothes from right after Anne, our younger daughter, was born. Elle didn’t have many pants and the ones she did have were hanging on one of those hangers designed to hang four or five pair on it. I couldn’t remember which ones they were so handed the hanger to Joan to let her find the ones that fit the best. After I handed it to her she just stood there and I wondered why. Then she, clearly embarrassed now and blushing almost beet red, mumbled that she needed to borrow “underpants”. I knew that she wore Carter’s Spanky Pants from my DP view of a week ago. I didn’t know if Elle had told Joan of her incontinence problem and was reluctant to pull out a pair of Elle’s as they were all very stained. As I opened her panty drawer I saw the pile of fancy panties that Elle was so reluctant to wear because she was afraid she would “ruin them”. I remembered that the Munsingwear pair was really full cut so found them and handed them to her. She didn’t say anything and disappeared into the bathroom.
The girls were eating so I went to visit with them. Jean was cute when she, all serious, told me that Auntie Joan had “piddled”. It was a new word for her and she was showing off by using it. A few minutes later Joan appeared wearing a pair of off white cord pants. The thing that jumped out at me was that the cuffs (they were in style back then) were above her ankles but I did my best not to smile. Joan told me she put the hanger with the other pants on the bed so I headed down the hall to put it away. As I walked past the bathroom I saw Joan’s denim pants lying on the side of the tub. Once the hanger was back in the closet I was in the bathroom. Right on top of the wet pants was her panties. I picked them up and sure enough, they were the Carter’s and the same heavy ribbed cotton ones like Elle’s. I checked the label and it read size 16, the same as most of Elle’s. I found that interesting. But, gross as it sounds, I held them up to see just how wet they were and also took a quick sniff. I was probably in there with the door closed for less than a minute but even though I didn’t use the toilet, flushed it anyway. I needed the time for my bulge to go down.
I wanted to make a sandwich before I left and when I walked back into the living room Joan was cleaning up the mess that the girls had made. She was leaning across the table and the panties I’d given her gave off a beautiful VPL. Even though I knew what they were just the sight of a VPL was exciting. I made my sandwich and told them that I’d see them at the party.
By the time I got home Joan was gone and the lady who had brought the two girls Jean had met at Sunday school was getting in her car. I’d hoped to get at least a few pictures and had bought a new pack of Polaroid film for the purpose. Elle told me that the hit of the party had been the playhouse that Jay and I had built. The two visiting girls had fallen in love with it. It helped in that Jean’s main presents from us had been things to use while playing in the house like cups, dishes, plastic food and the like. The mother of one had asked Elle if there was a chance of me building one for her daughter. My initial thought was “no” because Jay had been the driving force behind the project. I knew he was back to building decks and stairs and things out on the barrier island with Andre as his partner on the weekends. I’d turned him down when I had the offer to work at the park on the travel trailer project. I wasn’t sure that I could do it on my own... plus I was still struggling a bit with my back. Elle was pushing me to call and, reluctantly, I did.
To be continued...
Elle’s meeting with Joan went well. The kids “adopted” her before she had to leave so Elle was pleased. I, too, had a good feeling about the arrangement. The only concern was that Jean’s (my older daughter) birthday was on the day after she started. We decided to keep her party small not wanting to put any added pressure on Joan. As I’ve mentioned, there wasn’t but one girl anywhere near Jean’s age in the park. Jean had made a couple of friends at Sunday school and Elle had asked them to come over. With Elle’s and my mother along with the mother of one of the other guests there would only be a total of nine so it was decided to hold it in the patio room.
I was at work and just about to go to lunch when I got a phone call from Joan. I thought something had happened to one of the girls but she assured me they were fine. But she asked if I could come home for a few minutes. I asked her why but I could hear the plaintiveness in her voice. When I walked in the door I was shocked to see her with a bath towel wrapped around her waist. She started blushing as soon as I was through the door.
It had rained all day Monday and she’d wanted to take the girls for a stroll though the park. With better weather that morning they went for their walk. I think I had mentioned that the park had been built in an area with scrub oak and pine trees. The trees were pollinating at the time and, as luck would have it, Joan was allergic to one or the other of them and had a sneezing fit... and, in her words, “piddled her pants”. The reason she wanted me to come home was for me to find some clothes for her to borrow.
I tried to be discrete but had to ask what size she wore while at the same time I tried to see the evidence of her “piddling” on her pants legs below the towel. Her height made it hard for me to judge and I think she said she was a size 12. I knew that Elle still had some clothes from right after Anne, our younger daughter, was born. Elle didn’t have many pants and the ones she did have were hanging on one of those hangers designed to hang four or five pair on it. I couldn’t remember which ones they were so handed the hanger to Joan to let her find the ones that fit the best. After I handed it to her she just stood there and I wondered why. Then she, clearly embarrassed now and blushing almost beet red, mumbled that she needed to borrow “underpants”. I knew that she wore Carter’s Spanky Pants from my DP view of a week ago. I didn’t know if Elle had told Joan of her incontinence problem and was reluctant to pull out a pair of Elle’s as they were all very stained. As I opened her panty drawer I saw the pile of fancy panties that Elle was so reluctant to wear because she was afraid she would “ruin them”. I remembered that the Munsingwear pair was really full cut so found them and handed them to her. She didn’t say anything and disappeared into the bathroom.
The girls were eating so I went to visit with them. Jean was cute when she, all serious, told me that Auntie Joan had “piddled”. It was a new word for her and she was showing off by using it. A few minutes later Joan appeared wearing a pair of off white cord pants. The thing that jumped out at me was that the cuffs (they were in style back then) were above her ankles but I did my best not to smile. Joan told me she put the hanger with the other pants on the bed so I headed down the hall to put it away. As I walked past the bathroom I saw Joan’s denim pants lying on the side of the tub. Once the hanger was back in the closet I was in the bathroom. Right on top of the wet pants was her panties. I picked them up and sure enough, they were the Carter’s and the same heavy ribbed cotton ones like Elle’s. I checked the label and it read size 16, the same as most of Elle’s. I found that interesting. But, gross as it sounds, I held them up to see just how wet they were and also took a quick sniff. I was probably in there with the door closed for less than a minute but even though I didn’t use the toilet, flushed it anyway. I needed the time for my bulge to go down.
I wanted to make a sandwich before I left and when I walked back into the living room Joan was cleaning up the mess that the girls had made. She was leaning across the table and the panties I’d given her gave off a beautiful VPL. Even though I knew what they were just the sight of a VPL was exciting. I made my sandwich and told them that I’d see them at the party.
By the time I got home Joan was gone and the lady who had brought the two girls Jean had met at Sunday school was getting in her car. I’d hoped to get at least a few pictures and had bought a new pack of Polaroid film for the purpose. Elle told me that the hit of the party had been the playhouse that Jay and I had built. The two visiting girls had fallen in love with it. It helped in that Jean’s main presents from us had been things to use while playing in the house like cups, dishes, plastic food and the like. The mother of one had asked Elle if there was a chance of me building one for her daughter. My initial thought was “no” because Jay had been the driving force behind the project. I knew he was back to building decks and stairs and things out on the barrier island with Andre as his partner on the weekends. I’d turned him down when I had the offer to work at the park on the travel trailer project. I wasn’t sure that I could do it on my own... plus I was still struggling a bit with my back. Elle was pushing me to call and, reluctantly, I did.
To be continued...
Monday, November 14, 2011
SPRING... adjusting to the changes (Part 80h)
As I’ve posted before, my memory of Joan was that she was a little ”slow“. By the time I finally got her on the phone I’d convinced myself that all I had to was ask and she’d say ”yes“ about taking care of the kids. I never gave it a thought that her mother in law (Mrs. G.) hadn’t spoken a word to her about our conversation. When Joan didn’t respond and seemed ”lost“ I immediately blamed it on her ”slowness“. I’m actually smiling as I type this remembering just how confused I ended up getting her. In any case, I got it straightened out. She didn’t seem too interested at first but agreed to come and visit that Saturday. Elle had until that Monday to let the school know her decision so there was still time.
I was still not able to do much in the way of physical work so I wasn’t giving up anything in the way of earnings by sticking around to meet with her. She’d told us she couldn’t be there before noon as she had to wait for her mother in law to finish her grocery shopping but by then I was getting a bit anxious to get going. Even though I had briefly seen her at the doctor’s office I was still a bit in awe at how tall she was. I was 6’1” tall and she was only a few inches shorter than me. A blond when we were kids her hair was now a light brown. If she were a male she would’ve been called skinny but there was enough there for anyone to see she was definitely a female. She was wearing a plaid blouse and denim pants. As she came inside I could see that she was a little apprehensive. The first few minutes of conversation were dedicated to talking about our parents which seemed to calm her down. The kids were playing in the patio room and Elle finally spoke up saying that we should go introduce her to them.
Elle went down into the room first with Joan standing in the doorway. Anne, our youngest, was always shy and a bit fearful of strangers. Upon seeing Joan she got up from her coloring and went into the far corner. Jean was not intimidated and never stopped working in her book. Joan stepped down into the room and squatted down next to her asking what it was that she was working on. As she did that I stepped into the doorway and was greeted with a beautiful DP (downpants). Between her top and her pants there was a strip of white. I was down those steps in a split second. I stopped right behind the two of them and peered down to see a very familiar sight... the very distinctive waist elastic of Carters Spanky Pants. Certainly nothing earth shattering but, as I’ve explained in many prior posts, knowing what kind and make of panties a woman was wearing was a high priority for me. Joan, unwittingly, had made my day!
Long story short... she was willing to give it a try. My real concern had been how much money did she want but she actually surprised us when she asked if $15 a week was too much. I had to hold back a smile. She told us she could ride with her mother in law and it wouldn’t cost her anything. She was a little concerned about having to wait until after 5pm to be picked up but Elle told her that it wasn’t a problem. Elle’s starting day was a week away so Joan asked if she could come in one day to get familiar with the things she’d need to know. As Joan and Elle worked it out between them I went looking for Andy and Jim to see if they were going to the races that night.
As it turned out Jim’s wife had committed him to some sort of function so he wasn't going. Andy wasn’t home and neither was Eric. I decided to go take another look at the race car so walked on up to the storage area. I could see that the paving of the new exit road had been completed as well as the new display area for the travel trailers the “boys” would be selling. The frames for the concrete patios had been built and were awaiting the concrete to be poured. I remember thinking that whoever had done the work had taken the money I was supposed to get. Since I was technically working for them when I hurt my back I decided to visit the office to see what they’d do for me. I walked in and was greeted by Ben’s wife. She’d only worked there for a short time and I was surprised to see her there on a Saturday afternoon. I’d not been formally introduced to her so when I walked in she thought I was a prospective buyer. After I got that straightened out she told me her name was Bea. I’d seen her walking about the display area from time to time and had noticed that she seemed to like to wear tight fitting skirts. The one she had on that day was especially tight. My memory conjures up a camel colored one and that the leg panty elastics around her hips were very noticeable, at least to me. The “boys” were off at the new park so I couldn’t get any information. I stayed and chatted for a while, hoping to get a real VPL but that didn’t happen. At least I'd seen something.
Back at home Elle was really excited about taking the position. She was in an especially good mood so I decided to take advantage of it and asked if she would be "nice" to me. Being "nice" entailed wetting her panties but just how depended on where we were and what we were doing. The kids were down for their nap so she didn't have that as an excuse. We hadn't had sex since I'd hurt my back and her willingness was certainly a part of that. I was willing to give it a try but was leery of too much "action". One of my favorite things with pee play was to be lying on my back and having her straddle me and to pee some in her panties so we started that way. I was enjoying myself when she she suddenly stood up and peeled off the panties. Then she slowly lowered herself onto me. As I write this I'm hard pressed to remember doing it this way while in bed. In the car and on chairs and stools... yes! In any case the minute or so of pleasure was well worth the resulting pain in my back.
To be continued...
As I’ve posted before, my memory of Joan was that she was a little ”slow“. By the time I finally got her on the phone I’d convinced myself that all I had to was ask and she’d say ”yes“ about taking care of the kids. I never gave it a thought that her mother in law (Mrs. G.) hadn’t spoken a word to her about our conversation. When Joan didn’t respond and seemed ”lost“ I immediately blamed it on her ”slowness“. I’m actually smiling as I type this remembering just how confused I ended up getting her. In any case, I got it straightened out. She didn’t seem too interested at first but agreed to come and visit that Saturday. Elle had until that Monday to let the school know her decision so there was still time.
I was still not able to do much in the way of physical work so I wasn’t giving up anything in the way of earnings by sticking around to meet with her. She’d told us she couldn’t be there before noon as she had to wait for her mother in law to finish her grocery shopping but by then I was getting a bit anxious to get going. Even though I had briefly seen her at the doctor’s office I was still a bit in awe at how tall she was. I was 6’1” tall and she was only a few inches shorter than me. A blond when we were kids her hair was now a light brown. If she were a male she would’ve been called skinny but there was enough there for anyone to see she was definitely a female. She was wearing a plaid blouse and denim pants. As she came inside I could see that she was a little apprehensive. The first few minutes of conversation were dedicated to talking about our parents which seemed to calm her down. The kids were playing in the patio room and Elle finally spoke up saying that we should go introduce her to them.
Elle went down into the room first with Joan standing in the doorway. Anne, our youngest, was always shy and a bit fearful of strangers. Upon seeing Joan she got up from her coloring and went into the far corner. Jean was not intimidated and never stopped working in her book. Joan stepped down into the room and squatted down next to her asking what it was that she was working on. As she did that I stepped into the doorway and was greeted with a beautiful DP (downpants). Between her top and her pants there was a strip of white. I was down those steps in a split second. I stopped right behind the two of them and peered down to see a very familiar sight... the very distinctive waist elastic of Carters Spanky Pants. Certainly nothing earth shattering but, as I’ve explained in many prior posts, knowing what kind and make of panties a woman was wearing was a high priority for me. Joan, unwittingly, had made my day!
Long story short... she was willing to give it a try. My real concern had been how much money did she want but she actually surprised us when she asked if $15 a week was too much. I had to hold back a smile. She told us she could ride with her mother in law and it wouldn’t cost her anything. She was a little concerned about having to wait until after 5pm to be picked up but Elle told her that it wasn’t a problem. Elle’s starting day was a week away so Joan asked if she could come in one day to get familiar with the things she’d need to know. As Joan and Elle worked it out between them I went looking for Andy and Jim to see if they were going to the races that night.
As it turned out Jim’s wife had committed him to some sort of function so he wasn't going. Andy wasn’t home and neither was Eric. I decided to go take another look at the race car so walked on up to the storage area. I could see that the paving of the new exit road had been completed as well as the new display area for the travel trailers the “boys” would be selling. The frames for the concrete patios had been built and were awaiting the concrete to be poured. I remember thinking that whoever had done the work had taken the money I was supposed to get. Since I was technically working for them when I hurt my back I decided to visit the office to see what they’d do for me. I walked in and was greeted by Ben’s wife. She’d only worked there for a short time and I was surprised to see her there on a Saturday afternoon. I’d not been formally introduced to her so when I walked in she thought I was a prospective buyer. After I got that straightened out she told me her name was Bea. I’d seen her walking about the display area from time to time and had noticed that she seemed to like to wear tight fitting skirts. The one she had on that day was especially tight. My memory conjures up a camel colored one and that the leg panty elastics around her hips were very noticeable, at least to me. The “boys” were off at the new park so I couldn’t get any information. I stayed and chatted for a while, hoping to get a real VPL but that didn’t happen. At least I'd seen something.
Back at home Elle was really excited about taking the position. She was in an especially good mood so I decided to take advantage of it and asked if she would be "nice" to me. Being "nice" entailed wetting her panties but just how depended on where we were and what we were doing. The kids were down for their nap so she didn't have that as an excuse. We hadn't had sex since I'd hurt my back and her willingness was certainly a part of that. I was willing to give it a try but was leery of too much "action". One of my favorite things with pee play was to be lying on my back and having her straddle me and to pee some in her panties so we started that way. I was enjoying myself when she she suddenly stood up and peeled off the panties. Then she slowly lowered herself onto me. As I write this I'm hard pressed to remember doing it this way while in bed. In the car and on chairs and stools... yes! In any case the minute or so of pleasure was well worth the resulting pain in my back.
To be continued...
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
SPRING... adapting to the changes (Part 80g)
By the end of the week I could make it to noon without taking a pain pill so I knew I was getting better. I found that standing didn’t hurt as much as sitting which was a blessing as that was most of what my work required. However, there was no way I could do any real physical labor. I’d worked my debt for the patio room down to about $300 and had projected that I’d have the “boys" paid up by Memorial day, the projected opening for the new travel trailer portion of the park. It seemed that the project was ”jinxed“ for me as well as the "boys" as one thing after another went wrong. Money was already tight for me and Jean’s 4th birthday was coming up at the end of the month. I told Jay that I thought maybe my racing career was over before it started. He tried to be optimistic but I wasn’t convinced.
One thing that I did know was that somehow I had to get the wrecked race car out of the yard where we’d we’d left it. I made some telephone calls and was able to locate the replacement steering parts that would allow me to tow the car back to the park. I felt bad in asking Eric to do the repairs but there was no way for me to do it. It was Saturday when we moved it back to the lean to at the park. It was very discouraging looking at the wounded car.
Andy had seen us putting the car away. When I got home he called me over over to ask what my plans for the car were. As we talked Lil came outside and headed to the rear yard. Seeing her headed that way Andy motioned for me to follow him. As we got there I got a bit excited when I saw clothes on the wash line. But Andy wanted to ask me what he could do about the hole in the back wall of their patio room. Alvin had purchased an electric clothes dryer and the hole was for the vent. He’d taken it out when he left and Andy had no plans to put one in. As I looked at it I tried my best to peek at the clothes line but with no success. But just seeing Lil and the clothes on the line perked up my spirits up. I’d either been too busy or hurting too much to have paid any attention since she and Andy had moved in. My interest was now revived.
An interesting thing happened at work around that time. When I finished printing the payroll checks and everything was in ”proof“, I had to deliver then to the Treasurer’s office. The lady who received them would sign a receipt for them. I never knew her name as all she ever signed was ”Mrs. G.“. On this Thursday she asked me what my name was. Sort of surprised by the question, I told her. She asked if I knew her son, Richie and I said I didn’t think so. Not knowing her last name, off the top of my head I couldn’t think of any Richies. Then she told me her last name and it came to me that it might be Elle’s classmate who we’d seen at the doctor’s office a while back. I then remembered that he’d married the girl, Joan, who had lived next door to my grandparents when I lived with them for a while during WWII. Of course I had to ”play nice“ and talk with her for a while.
When we’d met them, Richie had said they had moved back so he could start a business but nothing was mentioned about Joan. Mrs. G. went on about how Richie was doing and ended up asking me if I knew of any part time jobs for Joan. I didn’t and since it was only May it was too early for hiring for the tourist season. She told me that Joan was supposed to have started at the Cornell University Ag station but the funding for her position had been held up. She described her as going ”stir crazy“ as she didn’t know anybody and was just sitting at home doing nothing. I didn’t have any suggestions and really had to get back to work.
I’m pretty sure it was the following week that when I walked in the door Elle was bouncing up and down with excitement. She’d been called by one of the schools and asked if she wanted to finish out the school year for them. I could easily tell that she wanted to do it but I could also tell that she didn’t like the idea of being away from the kids for almost four weeks. We talked it out and my input was that in spite of only grossing $10 a day after paying her mother to watch the kids it would be great for her resume. I also told her that I thought she’d really like teaching the same kids day in and day out and it would give her a taste of being a ”real teacher”. She pretty much agreed so the next step was to call her mother to confirm that she’d take care of the kids.
The answer was an emphatic “No!”. Once or twice a week was OK but not every day, even if we drove the kids to her house. Elle went from happy and excited to sad and somewhat depressed in just that one phone call. After supper we went over all the options we could think of for care it but just got too complicated. Dora could do it a couple of days a week but not every week. Lil could watch them some mornings but then who would take the afternoons. Eric’s wife, who we didn’t really know, said she “might” be able to help out but we’d have to call the night before. When we finally went to bed we had both pretty much given up the idea.
Thankfully, the school had given her a few days to make the decision. Once in bed, I lay there going over the options again. I finally did fall asleep but when Elle got up with one of “alarms“ I was half awake. While I was waiting for her to come back to bed, for some unknown reason I thought of Mrs. G. from the Treasurer’s office and what she’d told me about Joan, her daughter in law. I remember turning on the light and telling Elle about the conversation. Half asleep, she didn’t seem all that keen on the idea but agreed that we’d go over it again in the morning.
Elle’s biggest concern was that she didn’t know anything about Joan. I tried to allay her concern by telling her that her parents were good friends of my parents and that I remembered visiting them when I was about 11 or 12. By the time I left for work I’d at least gotten her to let me call.
To be continued...
By the end of the week I could make it to noon without taking a pain pill so I knew I was getting better. I found that standing didn’t hurt as much as sitting which was a blessing as that was most of what my work required. However, there was no way I could do any real physical labor. I’d worked my debt for the patio room down to about $300 and had projected that I’d have the “boys" paid up by Memorial day, the projected opening for the new travel trailer portion of the park. It seemed that the project was ”jinxed“ for me as well as the "boys" as one thing after another went wrong. Money was already tight for me and Jean’s 4th birthday was coming up at the end of the month. I told Jay that I thought maybe my racing career was over before it started. He tried to be optimistic but I wasn’t convinced.
One thing that I did know was that somehow I had to get the wrecked race car out of the yard where we’d we’d left it. I made some telephone calls and was able to locate the replacement steering parts that would allow me to tow the car back to the park. I felt bad in asking Eric to do the repairs but there was no way for me to do it. It was Saturday when we moved it back to the lean to at the park. It was very discouraging looking at the wounded car.
Andy had seen us putting the car away. When I got home he called me over over to ask what my plans for the car were. As we talked Lil came outside and headed to the rear yard. Seeing her headed that way Andy motioned for me to follow him. As we got there I got a bit excited when I saw clothes on the wash line. But Andy wanted to ask me what he could do about the hole in the back wall of their patio room. Alvin had purchased an electric clothes dryer and the hole was for the vent. He’d taken it out when he left and Andy had no plans to put one in. As I looked at it I tried my best to peek at the clothes line but with no success. But just seeing Lil and the clothes on the line perked up my spirits up. I’d either been too busy or hurting too much to have paid any attention since she and Andy had moved in. My interest was now revived.
An interesting thing happened at work around that time. When I finished printing the payroll checks and everything was in ”proof“, I had to deliver then to the Treasurer’s office. The lady who received them would sign a receipt for them. I never knew her name as all she ever signed was ”Mrs. G.“. On this Thursday she asked me what my name was. Sort of surprised by the question, I told her. She asked if I knew her son, Richie and I said I didn’t think so. Not knowing her last name, off the top of my head I couldn’t think of any Richies. Then she told me her last name and it came to me that it might be Elle’s classmate who we’d seen at the doctor’s office a while back. I then remembered that he’d married the girl, Joan, who had lived next door to my grandparents when I lived with them for a while during WWII. Of course I had to ”play nice“ and talk with her for a while.
When we’d met them, Richie had said they had moved back so he could start a business but nothing was mentioned about Joan. Mrs. G. went on about how Richie was doing and ended up asking me if I knew of any part time jobs for Joan. I didn’t and since it was only May it was too early for hiring for the tourist season. She told me that Joan was supposed to have started at the Cornell University Ag station but the funding for her position had been held up. She described her as going ”stir crazy“ as she didn’t know anybody and was just sitting at home doing nothing. I didn’t have any suggestions and really had to get back to work.
I’m pretty sure it was the following week that when I walked in the door Elle was bouncing up and down with excitement. She’d been called by one of the schools and asked if she wanted to finish out the school year for them. I could easily tell that she wanted to do it but I could also tell that she didn’t like the idea of being away from the kids for almost four weeks. We talked it out and my input was that in spite of only grossing $10 a day after paying her mother to watch the kids it would be great for her resume. I also told her that I thought she’d really like teaching the same kids day in and day out and it would give her a taste of being a ”real teacher”. She pretty much agreed so the next step was to call her mother to confirm that she’d take care of the kids.
The answer was an emphatic “No!”. Once or twice a week was OK but not every day, even if we drove the kids to her house. Elle went from happy and excited to sad and somewhat depressed in just that one phone call. After supper we went over all the options we could think of for care it but just got too complicated. Dora could do it a couple of days a week but not every week. Lil could watch them some mornings but then who would take the afternoons. Eric’s wife, who we didn’t really know, said she “might” be able to help out but we’d have to call the night before. When we finally went to bed we had both pretty much given up the idea.
Thankfully, the school had given her a few days to make the decision. Once in bed, I lay there going over the options again. I finally did fall asleep but when Elle got up with one of “alarms“ I was half awake. While I was waiting for her to come back to bed, for some unknown reason I thought of Mrs. G. from the Treasurer’s office and what she’d told me about Joan, her daughter in law. I remember turning on the light and telling Elle about the conversation. Half asleep, she didn’t seem all that keen on the idea but agreed that we’d go over it again in the morning.
Elle’s biggest concern was that she didn’t know anything about Joan. I tried to allay her concern by telling her that her parents were good friends of my parents and that I remembered visiting them when I was about 11 or 12. By the time I left for work I’d at least gotten her to let me call.
To be continued...
Thursday, November 03, 2011
SPRING... adapting to the changes (Part 80f)
I could barely get in my car to go and get the race car to flat tow it to the track. I told Elle to call Eric and to have him come over. When he showed up I told him he had to drive the car to the track. Andy and Jim were going to arrive at the track a little later so Eric had to get the tow bar attached by himself... no small project. Once at the track I knew there was no way I could drive the car. The only way to get in the seat was to climb though the window and I could barely get out of the passenger seat of my car. When I told Eric he was driving it there was no way for him to hide his excitement. My helmet was a little big on him but he didn’t care. When practice started I made my way, very slowly, to the fence located at the edge of the pit area. It only took a few laps to see there was a very serious problem. The car didn’t want to turn when it got to the end of the straightaway and Eric came very close to hitting the retaining fence. He brought the car in and made an adjustment to the front end of the car and went back out. The change helped but not a whole lot. When practice ended he made another adjustment but with no more practice time it meant he didn’t know exactly what the car would do.
My car was in the Flathead division. There were well over 30 cars signed in and only 24 cars would start in the Main Event. To get those 24 cars there were three qualifying events with the first seven cars qualifying. All the non qualifiers had a last chance with the top three getting the last three starting positions. Because it was the first time my car had signed in it had to start in the back of the first qualifying race. I think Eric started 12th. The race was 10 laps and, much to my surprise and delight, Eric had moved up to 7th by half way through. I swear I didn’t feel any pain as I watched him move up. But then, as he went into the first turn, another car dove underneath him and hit the left rear tire and didn’t stop. The other car literally drove up the side of my car and the two of them ended up crashed into the retaining fence. When they stopped the front of other car was up on on the hood of my car. They stopped the race and as much as I wanted to go to the site of the wreck the pain in my back wouldn't let me move. Andy and Jim ran down the track along with the track’s emergency personnel. After a few minutes I could see Eric with them. He was fine but the car wasn’t.
When the car was towed into the pit area I could see the front axel was bent as well as some of the steering components. I had absolutely no spare parts and there was no way to tow the car home in the shape it was in. The father of one of the other racers came over to look at it. I knew him a bit from when I’d had my first race car. He told me that when the races were over for the night that he and his son would come over to try to give us a hand. By the time they did I was in such pain, both physically and mentally, that I didn’t care what they did with the car. After they worked on it we were told that we could move it very slowly but that we really shouldn’t think of taking it back to the mobile home park. The man suggested that we tow (it was more like drag) it to his place which was about a mile away. To be truthful, I don’t remember doing it but Eric managed to get it there.
I went to the see the doctor on Sunday (remember, it was 1963) and he felt that I probably had a bulging disk that was rubbing on a nerve. The cure was bed rest with a couple of pillows under my knees. I got prescriptions for a muscle relaxer and a pain killer. I don’t remember anything but going into the doctor’s office. By Wednesday I felt good enough to attempt to go to work... much against Elle’s wishes. Jay had gone to the races on Saturday night but he and Jo had sat in the grandstands. He said they’d gone into the pit area after the races and had talked with me. I didn’t remember it at all.
By lunch time I was in real pain again. However, I didn’t go right home but went up to where Eric had left the race car. I had taken the little Polaroid with me. When I saw it I remembered the accident but was amazed in seeing the tire mark of the other car running right up the drivers side. I hadn't seen (or remembered) it. It was then that realized that the left front fender had been ripped entirely off and wondered where it had ended up. I could definitely see that the axel was bent and seeing it I wondered where I’d get another one. They were very scarce as they were from pre WWII Ford cars and pick up trucks. Those old Fords were the car of choice for most stock car racers and the front axel was the most vulnerable part. I knew that if you could find one that they weren’t cheap. Not only did my back hurt but now I knew that if I wanted to continue to race that my wallet would hurt as well. As I drove home I wondered if I’d ever actually get to drive in a race.
If there was one benefit to being home and laid up was that I got to do some reading, something I hadn’t done since college. I also got to see a lot of Elle in just her panties. When the kids would take their naps she would take off her skirt or slacks to give me a “free show”. I remember wishing that we could have some extended time to do just that. Lying there in bed I was right next to Elle's panty drawer. I spent some good amount of time thinking of combinations of panties that I'd like to see Elle wear. Being at home she didn't need to wear a "package" but she'd found that it was still a good idea to wear a pair of heavy cotton panties to catch the "dribbles". I remember asking her to wear a pair of Plymouth nylon satin ones over them and asking her to let me have a feel of them when she'd come in to check on me. It was almost as good as the pain killers I was taking.
To be continued...
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
SPRING... adapting to the changes (Part 80e)
As you can imagine I was not looking forward to facing either Jay or Jo at work on Monday. I arrived a little early so as to be involved with a project when they arrived. However, Jay was already there and as soon as I arrived he motioned for me to go into his office with him. I don’t think I’d ever been in there with him before. He hardly ever used it preferring to work at a table in the general work area. As soon as we walked inside he sort of blurted out that he had filed for a divorce from his wife. At first I wasn’t sure what that had to do with what I’d seen on Friday but it quickly came to me that he was trying to use it as an excuse. I don’t remember saying anything but I do remember being very uncomfortable. It really was awkward.
Jo didn’t arrive until almost noon and I could tell that she was doing her best to avoid me. That, in itself, was strange because we had a really good working relationship. We’d usually start the day going over what we each had planned and just which order we would need each piece of machinery. Jo did go to lunch with Jay without telling any of the rest of us. I knew why but Andre was a bit puzzled.
As far as Rena was concerned it took a few weeks until she was back to her old flirting self. I was a bit surprised but certainly enjoyed the attention. The first such episode is still vivid in my memory. One of the duties of a keypunch operator was to occasionally empty the “chip” bucket. (“Chips” were what we called the residue from the punch cards. In the Bush election they were called “chad“.) Because she was new to the job she wasn’t as vigilant as she should’ve been and on this one day the chips were overflowing onto the floor. To get to the bin you had to lean over the machine and pull it out, actually pulling it away from yourself. When she did this she dumped a good bit of them out making a mess under her machine. When she squatted down to try and clean it up she was ”duck walking“ as she moved around trying to scoop them up. Each time she moved she would spread her legs and then close them. I happened to see it and was enjoying myself as I watched the white “magic triangle” go from big to small and back again. I really was hoping that she wouldn’t notice but she did and she saw me looking she smiled and stopped with her legs open as wide as her skirt would let her. I remember feeling flushed as I watched.
When Alvin and Millie left for Texas they had the electricity turned off. When Andy and Lil bought the unit they were like kids with a new toy at Christmas. They decided they wanted to sleep in it even without power and heat and brought blankets and flashlights much as they would have done if camping. For the next few days Lil and Dora, using their kids wagons, started the process of transferring their belongings. It took a few days for the power to be turned on and it seemed strange to see lights again. The one thing they didn’t have was telephone. On this one morning, while waiting for Elle’s mother to arrive to watch the kids, I got a call from Andy who was at work. He needed to get a message to Lil and asked if I could run next door to give it to her. As soon as Elle’s mother walked in the door I was on my way to next door. I was on my way up the steps when I saw Lil walking through the living room. Unless my eyes were deceiving me it looked like all she had on was a T shirt and panties. I knocked and I could see her returning towards the door. It opened and she was sort of hiding behind it. I gave her the message and, much to my surprise, she let go of the door and walked over to the dining room table. At that point there was no doubt that all she had on was a T shirt and her panties. She picked something up from the table, returned to the door and thanked me, making little effort to cover herself up. The whole thing took probably less than 30 seconds and as I started back down the steps I realized that I had a pretty sizable bulge. My concerns about living next door to Andy and Lil had been much reduced.
As opening night for the stock car races got closer it seemed like there were still a lot of little things to be done to be completely ready. Eric and I had recruited both Andy and Jim to go as our “pit crew” but as willing as they were they had no experience. Eric had done most of the work on the car but, among other things, it still needed to be painted. It had almost as much rust as paint on it with a faded silver number 51 showing through. It was a mess! When I had to move the storage sheds to make way for the new exit road from the park I found a whole bunch of old paint cans. Dick told me that they were mine if I had a use for them. I felt that by having Jim and Andy throw a coat of paint on the car would be a good way to get them involved. However, when they did the car looked worse than before they started.
The big day came and I still had to get my work in on the new travel trailer section of the park. The “boys” hadn’t planned on having to put the new road in so their budget had taken a big hit. They had envisioned having the trailers parked on cement pads and ordered a dump truck load of blue stone to lay as a base. My job was moving it to each location via a wheelbarrow. If you’ve been reading the whole blog you might remember that I’d hurt my back when I was training horses. I’d had an occasional problem but nothing debilitating. Well... I overdid it and by lunch time I was in great pain. I went home to get some aspirin and to take a rest. I lay down on the bed but after a half hour the pain was worse. Elle pleaded with me to go to the doctor but, by then all i could think about was opening night and the race car. It was going to be my first race as a driver. Jay and Jo were coming as well. I just knew I had to suck it up go.
To be continued...
As you can imagine I was not looking forward to facing either Jay or Jo at work on Monday. I arrived a little early so as to be involved with a project when they arrived. However, Jay was already there and as soon as I arrived he motioned for me to go into his office with him. I don’t think I’d ever been in there with him before. He hardly ever used it preferring to work at a table in the general work area. As soon as we walked inside he sort of blurted out that he had filed for a divorce from his wife. At first I wasn’t sure what that had to do with what I’d seen on Friday but it quickly came to me that he was trying to use it as an excuse. I don’t remember saying anything but I do remember being very uncomfortable. It really was awkward.
Jo didn’t arrive until almost noon and I could tell that she was doing her best to avoid me. That, in itself, was strange because we had a really good working relationship. We’d usually start the day going over what we each had planned and just which order we would need each piece of machinery. Jo did go to lunch with Jay without telling any of the rest of us. I knew why but Andre was a bit puzzled.
As far as Rena was concerned it took a few weeks until she was back to her old flirting self. I was a bit surprised but certainly enjoyed the attention. The first such episode is still vivid in my memory. One of the duties of a keypunch operator was to occasionally empty the “chip” bucket. (“Chips” were what we called the residue from the punch cards. In the Bush election they were called “chad“.) Because she was new to the job she wasn’t as vigilant as she should’ve been and on this one day the chips were overflowing onto the floor. To get to the bin you had to lean over the machine and pull it out, actually pulling it away from yourself. When she did this she dumped a good bit of them out making a mess under her machine. When she squatted down to try and clean it up she was ”duck walking“ as she moved around trying to scoop them up. Each time she moved she would spread her legs and then close them. I happened to see it and was enjoying myself as I watched the white “magic triangle” go from big to small and back again. I really was hoping that she wouldn’t notice but she did and she saw me looking she smiled and stopped with her legs open as wide as her skirt would let her. I remember feeling flushed as I watched.
When Alvin and Millie left for Texas they had the electricity turned off. When Andy and Lil bought the unit they were like kids with a new toy at Christmas. They decided they wanted to sleep in it even without power and heat and brought blankets and flashlights much as they would have done if camping. For the next few days Lil and Dora, using their kids wagons, started the process of transferring their belongings. It took a few days for the power to be turned on and it seemed strange to see lights again. The one thing they didn’t have was telephone. On this one morning, while waiting for Elle’s mother to arrive to watch the kids, I got a call from Andy who was at work. He needed to get a message to Lil and asked if I could run next door to give it to her. As soon as Elle’s mother walked in the door I was on my way to next door. I was on my way up the steps when I saw Lil walking through the living room. Unless my eyes were deceiving me it looked like all she had on was a T shirt and panties. I knocked and I could see her returning towards the door. It opened and she was sort of hiding behind it. I gave her the message and, much to my surprise, she let go of the door and walked over to the dining room table. At that point there was no doubt that all she had on was a T shirt and her panties. She picked something up from the table, returned to the door and thanked me, making little effort to cover herself up. The whole thing took probably less than 30 seconds and as I started back down the steps I realized that I had a pretty sizable bulge. My concerns about living next door to Andy and Lil had been much reduced.
As opening night for the stock car races got closer it seemed like there were still a lot of little things to be done to be completely ready. Eric and I had recruited both Andy and Jim to go as our “pit crew” but as willing as they were they had no experience. Eric had done most of the work on the car but, among other things, it still needed to be painted. It had almost as much rust as paint on it with a faded silver number 51 showing through. It was a mess! When I had to move the storage sheds to make way for the new exit road from the park I found a whole bunch of old paint cans. Dick told me that they were mine if I had a use for them. I felt that by having Jim and Andy throw a coat of paint on the car would be a good way to get them involved. However, when they did the car looked worse than before they started.
The big day came and I still had to get my work in on the new travel trailer section of the park. The “boys” hadn’t planned on having to put the new road in so their budget had taken a big hit. They had envisioned having the trailers parked on cement pads and ordered a dump truck load of blue stone to lay as a base. My job was moving it to each location via a wheelbarrow. If you’ve been reading the whole blog you might remember that I’d hurt my back when I was training horses. I’d had an occasional problem but nothing debilitating. Well... I overdid it and by lunch time I was in great pain. I went home to get some aspirin and to take a rest. I lay down on the bed but after a half hour the pain was worse. Elle pleaded with me to go to the doctor but, by then all i could think about was opening night and the race car. It was going to be my first race as a driver. Jay and Jo were coming as well. I just knew I had to suck it up go.
To be continued...
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