SUMMER... August (Part 87a)
Arriving home I saw the station wagon was gone. Walking up the path I was actually glad as I saw my jeans and shirt from when I’d worked on Lil’s unit in the morning and remembered that I hadn’t taken the panties I’d taken out of my pocket. I took them inside and gave them a good inspection. Reigning Beauty was a new brand for me. They definitely weren’t new but were in good shape. I was about to put them in my pocket when I noticed something different. They didn’t have side seams and I found that interesting.
I still hadn’t told Elle that I was racing the car Saturday night. It was looking like it was going to be an “Oh... by the way...” type of thing and that was always a bit “dicey“ for me. I looked around for something to do that would win me some ”brownie points“ but didn’t see anything that would qualify. What I did see was a note from Elle that said she and the kids were shopping with Dora and for me to call the telephone number she’d written down. I didn’t recognize the name that was with it but called anyway.
When I’d turned 25 years of age I was eligible to get the monthly interest from a trust fund that my grandfather had started for me. It averaged about $100 a month and was a nice cushion for Elle and I. The man I called was the one who handled the trust for the bank. He told me that there had been an error and that there was about $300 cash just sitting in the account that should’ve been sent to me. He apologized and asked what I wanted to do with it. Of course I told him to send it . Hanging up, I couldn’t believe it. But, it was a perfect way to get on the right side of Elle when she got back.
Not exactly overjoyed with the news of my plan to race, thankfully she focused on the unexpected money. I wasn’t ”home free“ and knew it. I also knew that tennis would be something to appease her and it did. I even wore the hated ”whites”. In the back of my mind I was hoping that there would be some females there so I’d get a “peek” or two. Dora volunteered to take the kids so when we got to the courts there were no distractions. All the courts were in use but one couple recognized us and invited us to join them. My first reaction was “no way” because I was such a “klutz” on the court. They were very nice and I was persuaded to make an effort. I’m glad I did as the woman, in her mid 30’s, was very generous with her peeks. Wearing a dress, she would bend at the waist to pick up stray balls. Elle caught me looking a few times and told me to behave myself. The man actually gave me some very good suggestions so it turned out to be a very, very nice afternoon.
I stayed close to home all day Friday trying to negate the “attitude” I knew would be coming Saturday. I was right. Elle was quiet but didn’t complain. I was really nervous and when Eric and Cal stopped by right after lunch I took off with them. They hadn’t seen the car since I added some color and they liked it. We were one of the first cars at the track and Jay and Jo met us there. I hadn’t seen Jo since the infamous lunch where Jay had announced their engagement and it was good to see her. I especially liked the short shorts she was wearing. When it came time for practice Eric wanted to test it to make sure that the new front axle we’d put in was installed correctly. By the time I got in the car I was so nervous that my hands were wet. The funny thing was that as soon as I pulled the car onto the track I was fine. I was in the first qualifying race and started last. By the end I’d passed a few cars but was the first car not to qualify. That meant I’d start first in the “last chance“ race... not a good place to be for a first timer. That really frightened me. Eric suggested that he drive it and try to get one of the three qualifying spots and, if he did, I’d drive it in the feature race. Jay thought that was a good idea.
It was exciting to see my car leading the race for a few laps. However, with one lap to go we were fourth and out of a qualifying position. I was bummed. As the cars headed down the backstretch one of the front running cars got a flat tire and slowed. As the cars crossed the finish line it looked like Eric had finished third... and qualified. It meant I’d start last which was certainly OK by me. I was less nervous waiting this time and, again, as soon as I pulled out onto the track it was like I was driving on the highway. My goal was to finish and position didn’t matter. I managed to miss all the wrecks and, even though I was lapped a few times, managed to finish 14th. To me, at that time, it was as good as winning.
Towing the car back to the park I was thinking about the next race. However, it wasn’t going to be the next Saturday. Eric and Cal wouldn’t be available as they would be on duty and it was also a big sailboat racing weekend. When I got home Elle was asleep but I stayed awake until she got up for one of her bathroom visits. Half asleep, she wasn’t interested other than knowing that I was OK. I was a bit disappointed but decided that it didn’t really matter. I was pleased with what I'd done and that’s what really mattered.
Sunday was a regular sailing day at the club and I have no idea how we did. I do remember that there was a dearth of available crews. I also remember asking JR why Bobbie, his co-teacher at sailing lessons, didn’t show up to race on Sunday’s what with the lack of crews. He laughed and said it was a ”stupid reason”, but then added, “she’s a girl!” I was a bit puzzled so pushed him on the “stupid reason”. He told me that she’d learned how to sail on a Sailfish, a boat with a single sail and had no idea what to do in a two sail boat like we raced. He said he’d even offered to take her out on his boat to show her but she’d refused. I had to agree with JR. It was a “stupid reason”.
In anticipation of the next weekend, the area sailing championships, I took the mast out and readied the boat to be trailed as we would be racing at a different venue. The format was a three day, four race schedule with one race being dropped. In the past, I’d been able to race all three days but this year, with my new job I wouldn’t be able to get Friday off. I really wanted to race as I’d won each of the five years I’d competed. However, I’d have to be especially good this year since I wouldn’t have the luxury of dropping my worst race. As we headed for home I was still optimistic.
To be continued...
Monday, February 27, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
SUMMER... The next phase (Part 86g)
I was totally unprepared when she asked if I liked what I’d seen earlier. If someone was there to take a picture of my face at that moment it had to have been a KODAK moment. I didn’t know what to do... or say... so after closing my mouth I just stood there. I’m not sure what she said next but I interpreted it to mean that she’d seen my bulge. I don’t think I could’ve been more embarrassed. I enjoyed the panty peeks I’d had of her but never once did my thoughts go beyond that. I could see my kids out in the yard and knew this wasn’t a good thing. I finally started for the door and just about the time I reached it she said that she’d come up with something. I don’t think I even acknowledged her. I remember walking up to my door and really not believing what had just happened. I also knew I certainly wasn’t going to mention it to Elle.
I was covered with dust as I walked inside. Elle ordered me back out telling me to strip out on the patio. As I was doing it she told me that Jay had called. I’d not seen him since my day of infamy but I had chatted with him a few times. I hadn’t gotten much out of him as he was always reticent to share his thoughts. He knew I was coming to the County Center and asked if I’d like to eat lunch with him. I was still a bit ”spooked“ about Mrs K’s words during my interview in telling me to steer clear of the DP department. I suggested that we meet at the delicatessen at the 5 corners and then go out to the lake.
The shower felt good and, after almost two weeks without a tie, it felt funny walking out to the car dressed for work. At the lake Jay was more talkative than I’d expected. Long story short... Leo had made things very difficult for everybody, dropping in a couple of times a day. When i asked about a replacement for me he shrugged saying that Leo was handling everything. All he knew was that whoever it was would be there as a temp as Civil Service hadn’t created an exam and there was no list to draw from. I told him that I’d repaired the race car and was going to race on Saturday night. That brought a smile to his face and he said he’d be there and would bring Jo along as well.
As I walked into the Civil Service office I was greeted by a sweet faced young lady... but it wasn’t her face that got my attention. I know I embarrassed her... but I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts. Looking down at her, seated at a desk, I saw there two protrusions seeming to be resting on the desk. They were huge! When I finally was able to speak I told her I was to meet with Mrs K. She then told me that Mrs k had been called out of the office. I know my eyes kept darting between her mouth and chest as she spoke. She asked my name and when I gave it she said to follow her. Seeing her in profile was breathtaking... but there was more. She was wearing a tight, sheath like skirt and her butt was almost as impressive. Wearing high heels, she took these little tiny steps which made her ass seem to bounce. We didn’t have far to go... thank goodness. She led me to a desk right behind her partition and pointed to a fairly young man sitting at a desk. She didn’t say anything as the guy stood up and thrust out his hand and said ”Wilson“s the name”. I still remember it because I thought he’d crush my hand. Then I saw him glance at the girl who had turned and was walking away. He rolled his eyes and then said “Amazing!”. I was tempted to turn and take another look but I didn’t.
Wilson was his last name but told me that it was everybody called him. He knew a little about mea dn said that he was looking forward to my being a part of the office. His title was Principal Personnel Technician and he promptly introduced me to the guy at the next desk, calling him Marty, a Senior Personnel Technician. Next was a negro (remember, this is 1963) and I recognized him having seen him walk past the DP office. He was the only negro that I’d seen wearing a suit in the almost two years that I’d been working at the County Center. His name was Robby and Wilson sort of teased him by calling him a “short timer”. I asked and was told that he was headed for graduate school in September. Next was a “bear“ of a man, easily 250 pounds, introduced as Sonny. The next desk was empty and I was told that it would be mine. After that was a somewhat familiar face in the person of Vi, the older woman who had audited the DP office and whom I’d given a hard time to. With the exception of Vi, the guys ranged in age from mid 20’s to mid 30’s with Wilson being the oldest. He didn’t waste any time with any of them and led me to the open space work area. I asked why there was so much unused space and he laughed, telling me that just two years prior there were people on top of people.
I was vaguely aware of the ”scandal“ where the Civil Service department had been selling positions. Wilson told me that he and the man who had held Mrs K’s position had been brought in from the mid West to clean the situation up. However, the investigation included Federal authorities as well as State and he said the place was a ”zoo”. The County Center was about to open and this area was the only space big enough to handle all the people. Wilson then pointed to three older women and said they were the only hold overs from the days of the trouble. He went on to show me the storage area that held all exam materials and I noticed that there were two padlocks on the door. Wilson smiled as he explained. One of the things that had been going on was that staff members were stealing exams and then selling them. At the present time one key was held by Mrs K and he had the other. It was easy to see that they weren’t about to have a repeat.
All of this took about fifteen minutes. Wilson apologized as he led me back to what would be my desk. He, again, welcomed me and then told me that there would be material on my desk Monday morning. He wanted me to start working on a new exam for “Dog Catcher”. I know I laughed because everything I knew about a dog could’ve been written on one of my fingernails. He patted me on the shoulder and told me that I’d be fine and said he'd see me on Monday. I guess you could say I was disappointed even though I’m not sure I had any expectations .
To be continued...
I was totally unprepared when she asked if I liked what I’d seen earlier. If someone was there to take a picture of my face at that moment it had to have been a KODAK moment. I didn’t know what to do... or say... so after closing my mouth I just stood there. I’m not sure what she said next but I interpreted it to mean that she’d seen my bulge. I don’t think I could’ve been more embarrassed. I enjoyed the panty peeks I’d had of her but never once did my thoughts go beyond that. I could see my kids out in the yard and knew this wasn’t a good thing. I finally started for the door and just about the time I reached it she said that she’d come up with something. I don’t think I even acknowledged her. I remember walking up to my door and really not believing what had just happened. I also knew I certainly wasn’t going to mention it to Elle.
I was covered with dust as I walked inside. Elle ordered me back out telling me to strip out on the patio. As I was doing it she told me that Jay had called. I’d not seen him since my day of infamy but I had chatted with him a few times. I hadn’t gotten much out of him as he was always reticent to share his thoughts. He knew I was coming to the County Center and asked if I’d like to eat lunch with him. I was still a bit ”spooked“ about Mrs K’s words during my interview in telling me to steer clear of the DP department. I suggested that we meet at the delicatessen at the 5 corners and then go out to the lake.
The shower felt good and, after almost two weeks without a tie, it felt funny walking out to the car dressed for work. At the lake Jay was more talkative than I’d expected. Long story short... Leo had made things very difficult for everybody, dropping in a couple of times a day. When i asked about a replacement for me he shrugged saying that Leo was handling everything. All he knew was that whoever it was would be there as a temp as Civil Service hadn’t created an exam and there was no list to draw from. I told him that I’d repaired the race car and was going to race on Saturday night. That brought a smile to his face and he said he’d be there and would bring Jo along as well.
As I walked into the Civil Service office I was greeted by a sweet faced young lady... but it wasn’t her face that got my attention. I know I embarrassed her... but I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts. Looking down at her, seated at a desk, I saw there two protrusions seeming to be resting on the desk. They were huge! When I finally was able to speak I told her I was to meet with Mrs K. She then told me that Mrs k had been called out of the office. I know my eyes kept darting between her mouth and chest as she spoke. She asked my name and when I gave it she said to follow her. Seeing her in profile was breathtaking... but there was more. She was wearing a tight, sheath like skirt and her butt was almost as impressive. Wearing high heels, she took these little tiny steps which made her ass seem to bounce. We didn’t have far to go... thank goodness. She led me to a desk right behind her partition and pointed to a fairly young man sitting at a desk. She didn’t say anything as the guy stood up and thrust out his hand and said ”Wilson“s the name”. I still remember it because I thought he’d crush my hand. Then I saw him glance at the girl who had turned and was walking away. He rolled his eyes and then said “Amazing!”. I was tempted to turn and take another look but I didn’t.
Wilson was his last name but told me that it was everybody called him. He knew a little about mea dn said that he was looking forward to my being a part of the office. His title was Principal Personnel Technician and he promptly introduced me to the guy at the next desk, calling him Marty, a Senior Personnel Technician. Next was a negro (remember, this is 1963) and I recognized him having seen him walk past the DP office. He was the only negro that I’d seen wearing a suit in the almost two years that I’d been working at the County Center. His name was Robby and Wilson sort of teased him by calling him a “short timer”. I asked and was told that he was headed for graduate school in September. Next was a “bear“ of a man, easily 250 pounds, introduced as Sonny. The next desk was empty and I was told that it would be mine. After that was a somewhat familiar face in the person of Vi, the older woman who had audited the DP office and whom I’d given a hard time to. With the exception of Vi, the guys ranged in age from mid 20’s to mid 30’s with Wilson being the oldest. He didn’t waste any time with any of them and led me to the open space work area. I asked why there was so much unused space and he laughed, telling me that just two years prior there were people on top of people.
I was vaguely aware of the ”scandal“ where the Civil Service department had been selling positions. Wilson told me that he and the man who had held Mrs K’s position had been brought in from the mid West to clean the situation up. However, the investigation included Federal authorities as well as State and he said the place was a ”zoo”. The County Center was about to open and this area was the only space big enough to handle all the people. Wilson then pointed to three older women and said they were the only hold overs from the days of the trouble. He went on to show me the storage area that held all exam materials and I noticed that there were two padlocks on the door. Wilson smiled as he explained. One of the things that had been going on was that staff members were stealing exams and then selling them. At the present time one key was held by Mrs K and he had the other. It was easy to see that they weren’t about to have a repeat.
All of this took about fifteen minutes. Wilson apologized as he led me back to what would be my desk. He, again, welcomed me and then told me that there would be material on my desk Monday morning. He wanted me to start working on a new exam for “Dog Catcher”. I know I laughed because everything I knew about a dog could’ve been written on one of my fingernails. He patted me on the shoulder and told me that I’d be fine and said he'd see me on Monday. I guess you could say I was disappointed even though I’m not sure I had any expectations .
To be continued...
Thursday, February 23, 2012
SUMMER... The next phase (Part86f)
Thursday was a big day for me. I had the meeting at the Civil Service office to meet the people I’d be working with. I’d been busy enough during the earlier part of the week so as not to get nervous. I was awake at sunrise and just couldn’t lay in bed any longer. I’d told Lil that I’d take a look at her problem but had pretty much determined that it was caused by the mobile home having settled. I knew I’d need a big bottle jack and some shims to make it right but also knew that the park office didn’t open until 8am and it was just after 7am. As I went outside I could see Lil walking through her living room. Knowing that she was up and wanting to get a head start I jumped over the fence and started undoing the skirt that covered the underpart of the unit. I’d done it before back when I worked as a maintenance man at the park. What I didn’t do was to let Lil know what I was doing and where I was doing it. I started in the back. The easiest way to get it off was do it from underneath. I had a few panels off when I saw a pair of bare legs coming around the back end. I followed them until they stopped and then watched as I saw a pantied butt framed by two bare legs. It was Lil, squatting down, wanting to know who was there under her unit. I couldn’t see her face. All I saw was a pair of knees and a bit of upper thighs and her pantied butt. I called out to her and then she switched positions and got onto her knees as she peered underneath. From this position I could see a side view of her and quite a bit of her panties. She was quite relieved that it was me. I explained what I was doing, what I was going to do and that before I started jacking the unit I’d let her know.
It took longer than I wanted to get the skirt off in the areas that I needed access to. I never gave a thought to what Lil would be wearing by that time just assuming that she’d be dressed. Wrong! I didn’t go up onto her little porch but stood on the patio when I knocked. When the door opened I was looking up right at the crotch of her panties. It was a shock and I’m sure it showed. If there had been one constant in my panty peeks of Lil was that she wore cotton panties with leg elastics as opposed to the band leg that Elle wore. I had seen her ”bush“ that time Andy had sprayed her with the hose and I’d taken a couple of pictures. But, this time the panties were dry and I could still see darkness under the cotton material. If there was one saving grace for me it was that the level of the porch was right at my waist and that my bulge was, I hoped, partially hidden.
By the time I explained what she would be feeling inside the unit it had to have been at least a couple of minutes... with me trying not to focus on her crotch. When she did shut the door I was almost as wet as if I’d taken a shower. Back under the rear of the unit I had to regroup. Had that last few minutes been a dream? After a few deep breaths I started pumping on the jack. I had a level to help me and after a while I felt that I’d gotten the back end squared up. To know for sure I had to go inside... and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to knock on the door... but I did.
She was dressed. I told her what I was going to do to check to see if I’d gotten it right and asked if she wanted to watch. She shrugged her shoulders and said it didn’t matter as long as everything worked. Like almost all of the mobile homes, the master bedroom was in the rear. Carrying the level I wasn’t thinking of anything but hoping that the problem was solved. Walking into the room I saw that the bed wasn’t made and that what appeared to be the clothes she’d been wearing earlier were lying on the bed... and that included her panties. I stood there for a few seconds debating as to weather to try to get a close up of them or not. I chickened out, not knowing just where she’d gone.
The closet doors all closed and latched. I could see that all the built in drawers were open a few inches. The very first one I touched was her lingerie drawer as I could see a bra strap hanging out. I looked over my shoulder and, not seeing anyone, pulled it open a ways. It was pure chaos. Bras, panties, slips and socks were all strewn together. There was a pair of panties that was partially covered right in the very front and I grabbed at them and let them drop onto the floor. I pushed the drawer all the way in and it fit. I worked my way down to bottom drawer and while down there managed to stuff the panties into my pocket. I was really breathing hard by then and all I’d physically done was to push about eight drawers in. As I turned to leave I took another look at the panties on the bed but decided I should be satisfied with what I had in my pocket.
After telling Lil to go check out her bedroom I started in at the front end. As soon as I crawled underneath I pulled the panties out to check them. Cotton, they were another new name... Reigning Beauty. It was too dark to see if there was any staining. I now had to remember that they were in my pocket when I took them off. My pants would have to be washed as they were covered with dirt from crawling around under the unit. All in all I spent about three hours there and then when I had Lil check out the cabinets and drawers in her kitchen she asked what I wanted in the way of pay. Right from the time Elle had told me about Lil’s cabinet problems I’d never given a thought to getting paid. I knew things were a little rough for her what with Andy walking out on her. I think I was a little embarrassed as she pressed me about it.
To be continued...
Thursday was a big day for me. I had the meeting at the Civil Service office to meet the people I’d be working with. I’d been busy enough during the earlier part of the week so as not to get nervous. I was awake at sunrise and just couldn’t lay in bed any longer. I’d told Lil that I’d take a look at her problem but had pretty much determined that it was caused by the mobile home having settled. I knew I’d need a big bottle jack and some shims to make it right but also knew that the park office didn’t open until 8am and it was just after 7am. As I went outside I could see Lil walking through her living room. Knowing that she was up and wanting to get a head start I jumped over the fence and started undoing the skirt that covered the underpart of the unit. I’d done it before back when I worked as a maintenance man at the park. What I didn’t do was to let Lil know what I was doing and where I was doing it. I started in the back. The easiest way to get it off was do it from underneath. I had a few panels off when I saw a pair of bare legs coming around the back end. I followed them until they stopped and then watched as I saw a pantied butt framed by two bare legs. It was Lil, squatting down, wanting to know who was there under her unit. I couldn’t see her face. All I saw was a pair of knees and a bit of upper thighs and her pantied butt. I called out to her and then she switched positions and got onto her knees as she peered underneath. From this position I could see a side view of her and quite a bit of her panties. She was quite relieved that it was me. I explained what I was doing, what I was going to do and that before I started jacking the unit I’d let her know.
It took longer than I wanted to get the skirt off in the areas that I needed access to. I never gave a thought to what Lil would be wearing by that time just assuming that she’d be dressed. Wrong! I didn’t go up onto her little porch but stood on the patio when I knocked. When the door opened I was looking up right at the crotch of her panties. It was a shock and I’m sure it showed. If there had been one constant in my panty peeks of Lil was that she wore cotton panties with leg elastics as opposed to the band leg that Elle wore. I had seen her ”bush“ that time Andy had sprayed her with the hose and I’d taken a couple of pictures. But, this time the panties were dry and I could still see darkness under the cotton material. If there was one saving grace for me it was that the level of the porch was right at my waist and that my bulge was, I hoped, partially hidden.
By the time I explained what she would be feeling inside the unit it had to have been at least a couple of minutes... with me trying not to focus on her crotch. When she did shut the door I was almost as wet as if I’d taken a shower. Back under the rear of the unit I had to regroup. Had that last few minutes been a dream? After a few deep breaths I started pumping on the jack. I had a level to help me and after a while I felt that I’d gotten the back end squared up. To know for sure I had to go inside... and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to knock on the door... but I did.
She was dressed. I told her what I was going to do to check to see if I’d gotten it right and asked if she wanted to watch. She shrugged her shoulders and said it didn’t matter as long as everything worked. Like almost all of the mobile homes, the master bedroom was in the rear. Carrying the level I wasn’t thinking of anything but hoping that the problem was solved. Walking into the room I saw that the bed wasn’t made and that what appeared to be the clothes she’d been wearing earlier were lying on the bed... and that included her panties. I stood there for a few seconds debating as to weather to try to get a close up of them or not. I chickened out, not knowing just where she’d gone.
The closet doors all closed and latched. I could see that all the built in drawers were open a few inches. The very first one I touched was her lingerie drawer as I could see a bra strap hanging out. I looked over my shoulder and, not seeing anyone, pulled it open a ways. It was pure chaos. Bras, panties, slips and socks were all strewn together. There was a pair of panties that was partially covered right in the very front and I grabbed at them and let them drop onto the floor. I pushed the drawer all the way in and it fit. I worked my way down to bottom drawer and while down there managed to stuff the panties into my pocket. I was really breathing hard by then and all I’d physically done was to push about eight drawers in. As I turned to leave I took another look at the panties on the bed but decided I should be satisfied with what I had in my pocket.
After telling Lil to go check out her bedroom I started in at the front end. As soon as I crawled underneath I pulled the panties out to check them. Cotton, they were another new name... Reigning Beauty. It was too dark to see if there was any staining. I now had to remember that they were in my pocket when I took them off. My pants would have to be washed as they were covered with dirt from crawling around under the unit. All in all I spent about three hours there and then when I had Lil check out the cabinets and drawers in her kitchen she asked what I wanted in the way of pay. Right from the time Elle had told me about Lil’s cabinet problems I’d never given a thought to getting paid. I knew things were a little rough for her what with Andy walking out on her. I think I was a little embarrassed as she pressed me about it.
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
SUMMER... The next phase (Part 86e)
I was just about done when curiosity got the better of my mother and she came across the street to the garage. That made it twice for her in less than a week. She hated the garage because of the clutter. She kept the house neat and tidy and the garage made her crazy. The first thing out of her mouth was to ask if I’d returned the bag that Henry and Liz had left behind over the weekend. I’d completely forgotten about it. I remembered my mother saying she’d put it in my car and, at first, couldn’t remember seeing it. I lied and said I had and fully expected her to go back over to the house. But she stayed. I really never had much to say to my mother and, at first, it was a little awkward. I was done with hiding the panties and was anxious to get going, especially since I’d not planned to even be there. Making a stab at conversation and with having just seen Bobbi a few days earlier I asked if she ever saw Peggy around.
A few words about my mother here... She was not a gossip monger, gathering bits of information and then spreading it around. No... she was like a sponge, absorbing as much as she could... and holding on to it until someone would ask. I made that mistake. It was a mini history. I’m not going to go over the whole thing although I remember most of it. Long story short... Peggy carried a lot of ”baggage“. She said that Bobbi was the only ”normal“ one of her three kids and added that it was a shame what her other kids had to go through. Having witnessed Norma wetting her pants I was marginally interested to know what my mother meant by her comment, but didn’t want to spend the rest of the afternoon listening to it. But, the seed had been planted.
As I was getting into my car my mother, once again, asked it I’d mailed the bag that had been left behind. I nodded my head ”yes“ and started off. I only drove a hundred yards before stopping and then feeling around under my seat. Sure enough, there it was. I opened it to find some of Kay’s clothes including a bra and panties. The panties could be described as ”marginally“ fancy panties. I say ”marginally“ because they did have some lace treatment on the front but the label didn’t have a brand name. If I’d found them I would’ve added them to the ”stash“ but there was no way I could keep them. Knowing my mother as I did I was sure she would be following up with Liz about the return of the bag. I was pleased to have my hands on them but knowing that I’d probably never see her again I rationalized that they weren’t that valuable to me. Silly me!
When I got home Elle was upset and worried that something had happened to me. I'd been gone for well over three hours on an errand that usually took, at the most, an hour and a half. I "fudged" the truth. I told her about the new person who would be living in the carriage house and that there were some "things" that had been stored there that needed to go to my parents house. She gave me one of those looks that said she didn't really believe me but didn't pursue it any further. Part of the reason she was upset was that her tennis playing teacher friend, Suzette, had called and offered to work with us on our tennis. I breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that. However, she went on to say that Suzette had been teaching the kids of a family that had their own court and had worked out an arrangement that would allow her to teach others using the court and if we hurried we could still get a little time with her. So much for my "sigh".
After getting her to not require me to wear those silly white clothes I agreed. I don't remember what I was wearing but I do know all we did was to gather the kids up and get into the station wagon. I recognized the location as I'd driven past it any number of times in the past. Suzanne was about to leave but agreed to stay for a while. Every time I picked the racquet up it was like starting out at the beginning all over again. She didn't stay with for long and told us we were free to stay as long as we wanted. The court was adjacent to the owner's house but we couldn't see it because of a boxwood hedge. The kids, for a change, were happy without our attention and Elle implored me to concentrate on what Suzette had reviewed with me. She was wearing the white shorts that I'd recently bought for her and even though not as form fitting as the one's Cat wore I got a nice VPL every time she bent over to retrieve a ball. It was obvious that she was wearing two panties and I was curious as to which ones she'd chosen.
I'm guessing but we were probably there for a little over an hour. When the kids started to get restless we decided to head for home. While packing the kids into the station wagon I saw Elle do a little "wiggle". I'd seen that a time or two and pretty much knew what was going to happen. I asked her what she wanted to do. I remember her looking to see if there was anyone around. I told her there wasn't and told her to pull her shorts and panties down and to pee right up next to the car. I was sure she wouldn't but really didn't want her peeing into the new shorts. I remember her continuing to look around and then pulling her shorts down and off... but not her panties. Hmmmm... the best of all worlds for me.
I was actually hoping to get a "feel" as she peed but she wouldn't let me get close to her so I had to be satisfied to stand and watch an ever growing puddle form under her butt. There was no doubt that it had excited me. It would've been obvious to anyone even as far away as a 100 feet. When she was finished I dug out one of the ever present towels from under the seat. The problem would be what to do when we got home.
Elle solved the problem by dispatching me inside to get a pair of dark blue shorts. I still had a soft bulge as I walked down to hall to get them. As I watched her slip them on while still in the wagon I was able to determine that she was wearing two pair of the Plymouth panties that I liked. I had to do a little persuading to get her to leave them on for the rest of the evening. I remember that she was a bit upset when Lil came over. She didn't stay long so I didn't get an ear full when she left. Lil had come over to ask if I was going to look at her sticking drawer and door problem and I told her that I'd be over the next day. It was hard to get used to seeing Lil as a blond. After the kids went to bed Elle and I had a "fun" evening.
To be continued...
I was just about done when curiosity got the better of my mother and she came across the street to the garage. That made it twice for her in less than a week. She hated the garage because of the clutter. She kept the house neat and tidy and the garage made her crazy. The first thing out of her mouth was to ask if I’d returned the bag that Henry and Liz had left behind over the weekend. I’d completely forgotten about it. I remembered my mother saying she’d put it in my car and, at first, couldn’t remember seeing it. I lied and said I had and fully expected her to go back over to the house. But she stayed. I really never had much to say to my mother and, at first, it was a little awkward. I was done with hiding the panties and was anxious to get going, especially since I’d not planned to even be there. Making a stab at conversation and with having just seen Bobbi a few days earlier I asked if she ever saw Peggy around.
A few words about my mother here... She was not a gossip monger, gathering bits of information and then spreading it around. No... she was like a sponge, absorbing as much as she could... and holding on to it until someone would ask. I made that mistake. It was a mini history. I’m not going to go over the whole thing although I remember most of it. Long story short... Peggy carried a lot of ”baggage“. She said that Bobbi was the only ”normal“ one of her three kids and added that it was a shame what her other kids had to go through. Having witnessed Norma wetting her pants I was marginally interested to know what my mother meant by her comment, but didn’t want to spend the rest of the afternoon listening to it. But, the seed had been planted.
As I was getting into my car my mother, once again, asked it I’d mailed the bag that had been left behind. I nodded my head ”yes“ and started off. I only drove a hundred yards before stopping and then feeling around under my seat. Sure enough, there it was. I opened it to find some of Kay’s clothes including a bra and panties. The panties could be described as ”marginally“ fancy panties. I say ”marginally“ because they did have some lace treatment on the front but the label didn’t have a brand name. If I’d found them I would’ve added them to the ”stash“ but there was no way I could keep them. Knowing my mother as I did I was sure she would be following up with Liz about the return of the bag. I was pleased to have my hands on them but knowing that I’d probably never see her again I rationalized that they weren’t that valuable to me. Silly me!
When I got home Elle was upset and worried that something had happened to me. I'd been gone for well over three hours on an errand that usually took, at the most, an hour and a half. I "fudged" the truth. I told her about the new person who would be living in the carriage house and that there were some "things" that had been stored there that needed to go to my parents house. She gave me one of those looks that said she didn't really believe me but didn't pursue it any further. Part of the reason she was upset was that her tennis playing teacher friend, Suzette, had called and offered to work with us on our tennis. I breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that. However, she went on to say that Suzette had been teaching the kids of a family that had their own court and had worked out an arrangement that would allow her to teach others using the court and if we hurried we could still get a little time with her. So much for my "sigh".
After getting her to not require me to wear those silly white clothes I agreed. I don't remember what I was wearing but I do know all we did was to gather the kids up and get into the station wagon. I recognized the location as I'd driven past it any number of times in the past. Suzanne was about to leave but agreed to stay for a while. Every time I picked the racquet up it was like starting out at the beginning all over again. She didn't stay with for long and told us we were free to stay as long as we wanted. The court was adjacent to the owner's house but we couldn't see it because of a boxwood hedge. The kids, for a change, were happy without our attention and Elle implored me to concentrate on what Suzette had reviewed with me. She was wearing the white shorts that I'd recently bought for her and even though not as form fitting as the one's Cat wore I got a nice VPL every time she bent over to retrieve a ball. It was obvious that she was wearing two panties and I was curious as to which ones she'd chosen.
I'm guessing but we were probably there for a little over an hour. When the kids started to get restless we decided to head for home. While packing the kids into the station wagon I saw Elle do a little "wiggle". I'd seen that a time or two and pretty much knew what was going to happen. I asked her what she wanted to do. I remember her looking to see if there was anyone around. I told her there wasn't and told her to pull her shorts and panties down and to pee right up next to the car. I was sure she wouldn't but really didn't want her peeing into the new shorts. I remember her continuing to look around and then pulling her shorts down and off... but not her panties. Hmmmm... the best of all worlds for me.
I was actually hoping to get a "feel" as she peed but she wouldn't let me get close to her so I had to be satisfied to stand and watch an ever growing puddle form under her butt. There was no doubt that it had excited me. It would've been obvious to anyone even as far away as a 100 feet. When she was finished I dug out one of the ever present towels from under the seat. The problem would be what to do when we got home.
Elle solved the problem by dispatching me inside to get a pair of dark blue shorts. I still had a soft bulge as I walked down to hall to get them. As I watched her slip them on while still in the wagon I was able to determine that she was wearing two pair of the Plymouth panties that I liked. I had to do a little persuading to get her to leave them on for the rest of the evening. I remember that she was a bit upset when Lil came over. She didn't stay long so I didn't get an ear full when she left. Lil had come over to ask if I was going to look at her sticking drawer and door problem and I told her that I'd be over the next day. It was hard to get used to seeing Lil as a blond. After the kids went to bed Elle and I had a "fun" evening.
To be continued...
Sunday, February 19, 2012
SUMMER... The next phase (Part 86d)
With the pressure of the call off my mind I tried to refocus on Elle. She, of course, was very excited and relieved. I immediately wanted a ”reward” and she delivered. Because the kids were awaiting their supper I didn’t get to go very far with it but I was happy. If there was one really good thing about Elle being pregnant it was that there were no more “time outs” for her period. When Elle turned to fixing supper it came to me that I still had the bloody panties I’d found at the sailing club under the seat of my car. With Elle occupied it was a good time to retrieve and wash them out. More than anything else I wanted to know who made them. Because of the circumstances of their discovery I had no idea of anything but their color.
I’d learned from Elle that if you put bloody panties in water before the blood gets a chance to dry it will come out. These panties had been wet maybe even before they became bloody and had never had a chance to dry out. As I spread them out on the grass behind the unit and sprayed water on them I was pleased to see the pinkness disappear. It was like opening a present as I picked them up and looked at the label... Sears.
I’d been through the lingerie section of Sears catalogs but had never purchased any panties. I'd seen many different styles but I don’t think I realized that they all carried the Sears label. Montgomery Ward had a name for theirs... Carol Brent, and somehow I’d assumed that Sears had done the same. I turned the label over and saw a number 6 printed on it. As I stared at them I was remembering the Evette panties that I’d found at the sailing club earlier in the Summer and these didn’t look as big even though they were listed a size larger. It was confusing. After wringing out as much water as I could I put them in the trunk of my car figuring that they would dry fairly quickly there and then I could put them with my “stash” over in the carriage house at my grandfather’s house.
With it now confirmed that I had a new job I set out to let everybody know. Elle’s and my parents were very surprised as we’d not even hinted that I’d experienced a bit of a “hiccup” as far as my career was concerned. My father suggested that I go over to see my grandfather to tell him. His hearing was failing and my father didn’t think that he’d fully understand if I told him over the phone. I chose Wednesday for the visit. It had been almost a week since I’d last been there and wasn’t really thinking about the nurse who had been staying with him at night. As soon as I pulled in the driveway I was reminded.
There were three clothes lines strung from the two back porches over to the apple tree. One had a bunch of white nurses uniforms hanging from it. Another had a mix of shorts, tops and slacks and the third was filled with bras, panties and slips. By the time I got to the steps I was almost drooling. I did have to be careful though because even though her car wasn’t there I didn’t know where the man the worked for my grandfather was. I remember hesitating before going inside and noting one panty the stood out. It was the only non white on the line and it would definitely qualify as a “fancy panty”. It had a lace treatment around the leg openings and some kind of insert just above them on the front. All the white ones appeared to be plain. As I walked into the living room I saw the door to the room that the girl slept in open. I really wanted to grab a peek into the dresser drawers but my grandfather was right there. It was a case of being so close and yet so far away.
After telling my grandfather about my change of jobs I needed to put the panties that I’d found at the sailing club in with my “stash”. I’d hidden it upstairs in my grandfather’s carriage house (garage) right after moving back. When I went upstairs I was shocked to see there was a bed, dresser and a soft chair in the room. I’d never seen furniture in there although I knew that's where the man who worked for my grandparents had lived before he got married. Seeing the furniture pretty much indicated that someone was going to be living there and that, for me, was not a good thing. This room was over the original part of the building and when it was added on to the new part was only one story. However, the “attic” part of the addition was abutted to the original structure and a half door was put in the wall of the room to get access to it. That’s where I hid my “stash”. If someone was going to be living there I would no longer have access. Hmmmm... a mini panic.
It had been the perfect place to hide my ever growing collection of panties and it looked like I’d have to find a new place. There was always my parents garage but that was about 10 miles away and not very convenient. I headed back up to the house to ask what was going on. The man who worked for my grandfather had returned from running an errand and I asked him. Jan, the nurse, had a sister and she was going to be moving in. In the big picture, I didn’t know if that was good or bad news but for now it gave me a pain. What it did tell me was that I better get my things out of the carriage house and right away.
I really didn’t want to go to my parents right then. However, once I’d removed the panties from the attic I had no place to put them but in the trunk of my car. I had all intentions of racing the car that weekend and that meant the guys who would be helping me would be in and out of the trunk and I surely didn’t want them seeing my “treasures“. Thankfully, my father wasn’t home when I arrived which gave me some latitude as to what to do with them. As I’ve mentioned, my father was quite anal and seldom threw anything away. Boxes were his favorite thing to keep and this was one time I was glad he did. I found a heavy cardboard box that would easily hold the three shoe boxes that held my ”stash“. When I’d moved out my parents boxed up all my stuff and set one section of the garage aside to hold it. With a little rearranging I was able to pretty much hide the new box and, hopefully, escape detection of it.
To be continued...
With the pressure of the call off my mind I tried to refocus on Elle. She, of course, was very excited and relieved. I immediately wanted a ”reward” and she delivered. Because the kids were awaiting their supper I didn’t get to go very far with it but I was happy. If there was one really good thing about Elle being pregnant it was that there were no more “time outs” for her period. When Elle turned to fixing supper it came to me that I still had the bloody panties I’d found at the sailing club under the seat of my car. With Elle occupied it was a good time to retrieve and wash them out. More than anything else I wanted to know who made them. Because of the circumstances of their discovery I had no idea of anything but their color.
I’d learned from Elle that if you put bloody panties in water before the blood gets a chance to dry it will come out. These panties had been wet maybe even before they became bloody and had never had a chance to dry out. As I spread them out on the grass behind the unit and sprayed water on them I was pleased to see the pinkness disappear. It was like opening a present as I picked them up and looked at the label... Sears.
I’d been through the lingerie section of Sears catalogs but had never purchased any panties. I'd seen many different styles but I don’t think I realized that they all carried the Sears label. Montgomery Ward had a name for theirs... Carol Brent, and somehow I’d assumed that Sears had done the same. I turned the label over and saw a number 6 printed on it. As I stared at them I was remembering the Evette panties that I’d found at the sailing club earlier in the Summer and these didn’t look as big even though they were listed a size larger. It was confusing. After wringing out as much water as I could I put them in the trunk of my car figuring that they would dry fairly quickly there and then I could put them with my “stash” over in the carriage house at my grandfather’s house.
With it now confirmed that I had a new job I set out to let everybody know. Elle’s and my parents were very surprised as we’d not even hinted that I’d experienced a bit of a “hiccup” as far as my career was concerned. My father suggested that I go over to see my grandfather to tell him. His hearing was failing and my father didn’t think that he’d fully understand if I told him over the phone. I chose Wednesday for the visit. It had been almost a week since I’d last been there and wasn’t really thinking about the nurse who had been staying with him at night. As soon as I pulled in the driveway I was reminded.
There were three clothes lines strung from the two back porches over to the apple tree. One had a bunch of white nurses uniforms hanging from it. Another had a mix of shorts, tops and slacks and the third was filled with bras, panties and slips. By the time I got to the steps I was almost drooling. I did have to be careful though because even though her car wasn’t there I didn’t know where the man the worked for my grandfather was. I remember hesitating before going inside and noting one panty the stood out. It was the only non white on the line and it would definitely qualify as a “fancy panty”. It had a lace treatment around the leg openings and some kind of insert just above them on the front. All the white ones appeared to be plain. As I walked into the living room I saw the door to the room that the girl slept in open. I really wanted to grab a peek into the dresser drawers but my grandfather was right there. It was a case of being so close and yet so far away.
After telling my grandfather about my change of jobs I needed to put the panties that I’d found at the sailing club in with my “stash”. I’d hidden it upstairs in my grandfather’s carriage house (garage) right after moving back. When I went upstairs I was shocked to see there was a bed, dresser and a soft chair in the room. I’d never seen furniture in there although I knew that's where the man who worked for my grandparents had lived before he got married. Seeing the furniture pretty much indicated that someone was going to be living there and that, for me, was not a good thing. This room was over the original part of the building and when it was added on to the new part was only one story. However, the “attic” part of the addition was abutted to the original structure and a half door was put in the wall of the room to get access to it. That’s where I hid my “stash”. If someone was going to be living there I would no longer have access. Hmmmm... a mini panic.
It had been the perfect place to hide my ever growing collection of panties and it looked like I’d have to find a new place. There was always my parents garage but that was about 10 miles away and not very convenient. I headed back up to the house to ask what was going on. The man who worked for my grandfather had returned from running an errand and I asked him. Jan, the nurse, had a sister and she was going to be moving in. In the big picture, I didn’t know if that was good or bad news but for now it gave me a pain. What it did tell me was that I better get my things out of the carriage house and right away.
I really didn’t want to go to my parents right then. However, once I’d removed the panties from the attic I had no place to put them but in the trunk of my car. I had all intentions of racing the car that weekend and that meant the guys who would be helping me would be in and out of the trunk and I surely didn’t want them seeing my “treasures“. Thankfully, my father wasn’t home when I arrived which gave me some latitude as to what to do with them. As I’ve mentioned, my father was quite anal and seldom threw anything away. Boxes were his favorite thing to keep and this was one time I was glad he did. I found a heavy cardboard box that would easily hold the three shoe boxes that held my ”stash“. When I’d moved out my parents boxed up all my stuff and set one section of the garage aside to hold it. With a little rearranging I was able to pretty much hide the new box and, hopefully, escape detection of it.
To be continued...
Thursday, February 16, 2012
SUMMER... the next phase (Part 86c)
Having JR’s father there certainly helped with the clean up. I was anxious to get home so wasn’t too pleased when JR’s father wanted to talk with me. He was the president of a local bank and told me he was working to do something to help the club improve the facilities and he wanted to know my thoughts. I couldn’t just walk away so spent some time with him. He ended up asking my educational background as JR was going to be looking at colleges in the Fall. I tried to be as cordial as I could but really wanted to go. We were standing on the porch and I got to watch the sailing lesson that was in progress. It certainly was different from when I was a “student”. It was more like “fun and games“ that lessons on how to sail. One major change was that they no longer used full sized boats but were using a new type that looked like a surf board with a sail. I took the opportunity to observe them in use and to get a close look at Bobbie. She didn't look like a 16 year old as she was quite well developed.
I was almost to my car when I remembered the panties I’d stuffed under the garbage pail out behind the clubhouse. By then the morning ”lessons“ were over and all the kids were back to running around much as they had when they arrived. I debated about weather it was worth it to try and retrieve them. But, a pair of panties was a pair of panties so I headed back to the building. On my way I ran into Bobbie and, on the spur of the moment, introduced myself, telling her that at one time I’d been friends with her mother and grandmother. For some reason that seemed to inspire her and she became very friendly. It was nice but I really wanted to get home for the expected phone call. Even though I felt good about the results of the exam, I wanted confirmation, so excused myself. I retrieved the panties and, feeling very self conscious, made my way back to the car stuffing them under the front seat.(X)
My thoughts while driving home were mixed between the expected telephone call from Mrs K at the Civil Service office and Bobbi. Arriving home, there had been no call. However, Elle couldn’t wait to tell me about the ”excitement“ that had taken place after I left. The mobile home right across the street that housed the ”mystery woman“ was actually owned by her parents. They bought it with the idea of having a ”retreat“ from the city on Summer weekends. When their daughter got the job of opening a new type store she moved in. After meeting her I had high hopes of having numerous panty views from her wash line but they had proved to be few and far between. Being Summer, her parents would spend the weekend and the lady had some sort of medical difficulty. The police and ambulance had come and taken the lady away. Since they all kept pretty much to themselves none of our neighbors knew what had actually happened. And... when out watching the goings on Elle saw Lil, our next door neighbor, and she had dyed her hair blonde. Neither of these things were all that exciting to me especially since I was now getting more concerned about the lack of the call.
It was a long, long afternoon and I struggled to keep occupied. I ended up watering the vegetable garden that we shared with our neighbor. Since Andy had left Lil had shown little interest in maintaining it and, with Elle and I being away for the weekend, there were quite a few things that were ripe and needed to be picked. After finishing and letting Elle take what she wanted i figured the neighborly thing to do was to offer the rest to Lil. Now I’m not going to say that her hair color change didn’t intrigue me just a wee bit. To me, Lil had always been cute and her reddish hair was definitely different. Seeing her as a blonde was truly a bit of a shock. We chatted briefly and before I left she asked if I knew why she was having trouble closing the closet doors and drawers in her bedroom. I knew immediately what the problem was as I’d experienced the same trouble.
When this section was created, Andy, Lil’s husband, had bulldozed down the scrub oak trees that had been there and then leveled the whole resulting area. The soil was mostly sand and, because the pads were created almost immediately, the ground (sand) never really had a chance to settle before the units were put in place. As the ground settled the cement block used to stabilize the mobile homes did too, thus making certain parts of the unit out of level. For my unit I had borrowed one of the bottle jacks that were used to make them level at installation and then re-shimmed the blocks that need it.
I told Lil that I could fix it but didn’t tell her when I’d do it. The ”call“ was now foremost on my mind. It finally came right before 5pm. Mrs K apologized by saying that Monday’s were always hectic. At that point I didn’t really care why it was late and all I wanted to know was when I could start. I was ready right then and there. There was a lull in the conversation and when she returned she told me to come the following Monday. I know I sounded overanxious but I asked if I could come in for an hour before then to get to meet the people I’d be working with. She wasn’t expecting that and, after hesitating, told me that Thursday after lunch would be OK. My day had been made!
To be continued...
Having JR’s father there certainly helped with the clean up. I was anxious to get home so wasn’t too pleased when JR’s father wanted to talk with me. He was the president of a local bank and told me he was working to do something to help the club improve the facilities and he wanted to know my thoughts. I couldn’t just walk away so spent some time with him. He ended up asking my educational background as JR was going to be looking at colleges in the Fall. I tried to be as cordial as I could but really wanted to go. We were standing on the porch and I got to watch the sailing lesson that was in progress. It certainly was different from when I was a “student”. It was more like “fun and games“ that lessons on how to sail. One major change was that they no longer used full sized boats but were using a new type that looked like a surf board with a sail. I took the opportunity to observe them in use and to get a close look at Bobbie. She didn't look like a 16 year old as she was quite well developed.
I was almost to my car when I remembered the panties I’d stuffed under the garbage pail out behind the clubhouse. By then the morning ”lessons“ were over and all the kids were back to running around much as they had when they arrived. I debated about weather it was worth it to try and retrieve them. But, a pair of panties was a pair of panties so I headed back to the building. On my way I ran into Bobbie and, on the spur of the moment, introduced myself, telling her that at one time I’d been friends with her mother and grandmother. For some reason that seemed to inspire her and she became very friendly. It was nice but I really wanted to get home for the expected phone call. Even though I felt good about the results of the exam, I wanted confirmation, so excused myself. I retrieved the panties and, feeling very self conscious, made my way back to the car stuffing them under the front seat.(X)
My thoughts while driving home were mixed between the expected telephone call from Mrs K at the Civil Service office and Bobbi. Arriving home, there had been no call. However, Elle couldn’t wait to tell me about the ”excitement“ that had taken place after I left. The mobile home right across the street that housed the ”mystery woman“ was actually owned by her parents. They bought it with the idea of having a ”retreat“ from the city on Summer weekends. When their daughter got the job of opening a new type store she moved in. After meeting her I had high hopes of having numerous panty views from her wash line but they had proved to be few and far between. Being Summer, her parents would spend the weekend and the lady had some sort of medical difficulty. The police and ambulance had come and taken the lady away. Since they all kept pretty much to themselves none of our neighbors knew what had actually happened. And... when out watching the goings on Elle saw Lil, our next door neighbor, and she had dyed her hair blonde. Neither of these things were all that exciting to me especially since I was now getting more concerned about the lack of the call.
It was a long, long afternoon and I struggled to keep occupied. I ended up watering the vegetable garden that we shared with our neighbor. Since Andy had left Lil had shown little interest in maintaining it and, with Elle and I being away for the weekend, there were quite a few things that were ripe and needed to be picked. After finishing and letting Elle take what she wanted i figured the neighborly thing to do was to offer the rest to Lil. Now I’m not going to say that her hair color change didn’t intrigue me just a wee bit. To me, Lil had always been cute and her reddish hair was definitely different. Seeing her as a blonde was truly a bit of a shock. We chatted briefly and before I left she asked if I knew why she was having trouble closing the closet doors and drawers in her bedroom. I knew immediately what the problem was as I’d experienced the same trouble.
When this section was created, Andy, Lil’s husband, had bulldozed down the scrub oak trees that had been there and then leveled the whole resulting area. The soil was mostly sand and, because the pads were created almost immediately, the ground (sand) never really had a chance to settle before the units were put in place. As the ground settled the cement block used to stabilize the mobile homes did too, thus making certain parts of the unit out of level. For my unit I had borrowed one of the bottle jacks that were used to make them level at installation and then re-shimmed the blocks that need it.
I told Lil that I could fix it but didn’t tell her when I’d do it. The ”call“ was now foremost on my mind. It finally came right before 5pm. Mrs K apologized by saying that Monday’s were always hectic. At that point I didn’t really care why it was late and all I wanted to know was when I could start. I was ready right then and there. There was a lull in the conversation and when she returned she told me to come the following Monday. I know I sounded overanxious but I asked if I could come in for an hour before then to get to meet the people I’d be working with. She wasn’t expecting that and, after hesitating, told me that Thursday after lunch would be OK. My day had been made!
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
SUMMER... The next phase (Part 86b)
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At this point I’m going to go back in time to give a little background on Bobbi's family that I hope will help to explain why and how she becomes a part of the story.
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When I wrote about my youth, especially my pre and early teen years, I briefly mentioned that I made money with a paper route in which I didn’t charge anything for delivery choosing to depend on the generosity of my customers. One of them was special. An older woman, Mrs S, usually had cookies, brownies or an occasional cup cake for me each morning. She had three children, all of whom were at least ten years older than I was. Mrs S and Elle’s mother were good friends and had been since before Elle was born. Her oldest daughter, Maggie, had watched Elle when she was a toddler (and to a lesser degree, me, as well). I know I’ve mentioned that the community was a Summer retreat and when WWII came along, and gas rationing with it, it was pretty much closed down. Elle’s parents were one of the very few all year round residents. Peggy was a teenager when Elle and I were toddlers and by the time the war was over, she was now a young woman, married and with a family of her own. My first memory of Peggy was when I started my paper route. When her mother wasn’t there to get the paper Peggy would be there with my cookies or brownies. I remember being somewhat uncomfortable when she did because she always wanted to chat with me. At the age of 13 or so, talking one on one with an adult was VERY difficult. I was aware of her three kids, two girls and a boy, as they were usually running around in the yard. I remember being introduced to her oldest, a girl named Norma, who was about 4 or five years younger than me. The other two were like “background noise”, just around. On occasion I also remember seeing Peggy (and her kids) over at Elle’s house and even chatting with my mother out in the roadway. I was 15 the last year I handled the paper route and I do remember one incident involving Norma.
The family had a gazebo that faced the bay. As I delivered papers first thing in the morning there was seldom any activity out there. On this one day the truck that delivered the newspapers to the store where I purchased them broke down and was told to come back in the early afternoon. I didn’t like that at all because it would interfere with playing with my friends. But, as my grandfather taught me, an obligation is an obligation. By the time I got to Peggy’s house it was coming up on mid afternoon. When I rode my bike up to the back door I heard a voice calling from out by the bay. It was Peggy and she had a bunch of kids all in the gazebo over the beach. They were having a “tea party” and I was invited to join them. You can imagine how I felt, a 15 year old boy being invited to join a bunch of 10 and 11 year old kids, mostly girls. I begged (pleaded) not to but Peggy insisted. She’d always treated me well and I actually liked her even though she was an “older woman” so I relented. I’m sure I was blushing the whole time I was there. I remember Peggy telling Norma that it was time to go inside and her resisting. As they “battled” I decided it was time for me to leave. I was walking back to where I’d left my bike when Peggy and Norma came running by me. She had Norma by the arm and she was scolding her as they did. Just as they were about to go in the house Norma fell and it was right in front of me. When she did her legs went up in the air and I saw her panties... and there was no mistaking that they were wet.
In the three years I’d been going there, delivering newspapers, I had never looked at Norma as anything but a child. But, seeing that I’ll admit it got my attention. Earlier in this blog, when I wrote about that period of time in my life I wrote how, by delivering the papers, it gave me the opportunity to get up close to many wash lines. However, I’d restricted my curiosity to the wash lines that held panties worn by girls of my own age. I’m not sure what my immediate thoughts were after seeing the wet panties. I do know that, in leaving, I took a path that I’d never used before and found where the family clothes line was located. Among the wash were a bunch of underwear blowing in the wind. It was easy to tell which panties belonged to Peggy and those of her mother as well as those of her daughters. Peggy’s looked just like the ones that I’d identified as belonging to the neighborhood girls. Thinking back on it now I’m kicking myself for the missed opportunities by not even thinking about looking at panties worn by "older women".
After that I looked at Peggy in a different light and for the last few weeks of the Summer I would make an effort to ride by that clothes line. In the following Summers my contact with her family was pretty much non existent as I had gotten my driver's license as well as job. In truth, I pretty much forgot about them. Even though I had moved back to the general area two years ago I still hadn't run across Peggy or her kids... until seeing Bobbi. It had been at least ten tears since I’d last seen her. On occasion, Elle’s mother would mention Peggy or her kids. I knew from her that Norma was married and had at least one child. However, if Bobbi had been mentioned I hadn’t known who she was referring to. But now I did and I also knew what kind of panties she wore.
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Now... back to the story... which will continue with the next post.
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At this point I’m going to go back in time to give a little background on Bobbi's family that I hope will help to explain why and how she becomes a part of the story.
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When I wrote about my youth, especially my pre and early teen years, I briefly mentioned that I made money with a paper route in which I didn’t charge anything for delivery choosing to depend on the generosity of my customers. One of them was special. An older woman, Mrs S, usually had cookies, brownies or an occasional cup cake for me each morning. She had three children, all of whom were at least ten years older than I was. Mrs S and Elle’s mother were good friends and had been since before Elle was born. Her oldest daughter, Maggie, had watched Elle when she was a toddler (and to a lesser degree, me, as well). I know I’ve mentioned that the community was a Summer retreat and when WWII came along, and gas rationing with it, it was pretty much closed down. Elle’s parents were one of the very few all year round residents. Peggy was a teenager when Elle and I were toddlers and by the time the war was over, she was now a young woman, married and with a family of her own. My first memory of Peggy was when I started my paper route. When her mother wasn’t there to get the paper Peggy would be there with my cookies or brownies. I remember being somewhat uncomfortable when she did because she always wanted to chat with me. At the age of 13 or so, talking one on one with an adult was VERY difficult. I was aware of her three kids, two girls and a boy, as they were usually running around in the yard. I remember being introduced to her oldest, a girl named Norma, who was about 4 or five years younger than me. The other two were like “background noise”, just around. On occasion I also remember seeing Peggy (and her kids) over at Elle’s house and even chatting with my mother out in the roadway. I was 15 the last year I handled the paper route and I do remember one incident involving Norma.
The family had a gazebo that faced the bay. As I delivered papers first thing in the morning there was seldom any activity out there. On this one day the truck that delivered the newspapers to the store where I purchased them broke down and was told to come back in the early afternoon. I didn’t like that at all because it would interfere with playing with my friends. But, as my grandfather taught me, an obligation is an obligation. By the time I got to Peggy’s house it was coming up on mid afternoon. When I rode my bike up to the back door I heard a voice calling from out by the bay. It was Peggy and she had a bunch of kids all in the gazebo over the beach. They were having a “tea party” and I was invited to join them. You can imagine how I felt, a 15 year old boy being invited to join a bunch of 10 and 11 year old kids, mostly girls. I begged (pleaded) not to but Peggy insisted. She’d always treated me well and I actually liked her even though she was an “older woman” so I relented. I’m sure I was blushing the whole time I was there. I remember Peggy telling Norma that it was time to go inside and her resisting. As they “battled” I decided it was time for me to leave. I was walking back to where I’d left my bike when Peggy and Norma came running by me. She had Norma by the arm and she was scolding her as they did. Just as they were about to go in the house Norma fell and it was right in front of me. When she did her legs went up in the air and I saw her panties... and there was no mistaking that they were wet.
In the three years I’d been going there, delivering newspapers, I had never looked at Norma as anything but a child. But, seeing that I’ll admit it got my attention. Earlier in this blog, when I wrote about that period of time in my life I wrote how, by delivering the papers, it gave me the opportunity to get up close to many wash lines. However, I’d restricted my curiosity to the wash lines that held panties worn by girls of my own age. I’m not sure what my immediate thoughts were after seeing the wet panties. I do know that, in leaving, I took a path that I’d never used before and found where the family clothes line was located. Among the wash were a bunch of underwear blowing in the wind. It was easy to tell which panties belonged to Peggy and those of her mother as well as those of her daughters. Peggy’s looked just like the ones that I’d identified as belonging to the neighborhood girls. Thinking back on it now I’m kicking myself for the missed opportunities by not even thinking about looking at panties worn by "older women".
After that I looked at Peggy in a different light and for the last few weeks of the Summer I would make an effort to ride by that clothes line. In the following Summers my contact with her family was pretty much non existent as I had gotten my driver's license as well as job. In truth, I pretty much forgot about them. Even though I had moved back to the general area two years ago I still hadn't run across Peggy or her kids... until seeing Bobbi. It had been at least ten tears since I’d last seen her. On occasion, Elle’s mother would mention Peggy or her kids. I knew from her that Norma was married and had at least one child. However, if Bobbi had been mentioned I hadn’t known who she was referring to. But now I did and I also knew what kind of panties she wore.
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Now... back to the story... which will continue with the next post.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
SUMMER... The next phase (Part 86a)
Monday was the day that Mrs K, the head of the Civil Service department, said she might call me with the results of the test I took for the Personnel Technician position. I really wanted to stay home to get her call but I knew I had to help Rex clean up the clubhouse. My body was feeling the effects of lifting over a dozen 300 pound boats (with two others) both in and out of the water over the previous two days so enthusiasm for the pending work was lacking. We’d agreed to meet at the club around 8am figuring we’d be able to get a head start before the Junior sailing program started and the kids showed up. I think it looked worse than it did the night before. The first thing we had to do was to sweep the sand off the steps to the porch and then the porch itself. That way the kids wouldn’t be tracking as much sand inside or that’s what we hoped.
The sailing lessons were scheduled to start at 9am but the parents started dropping their kids off around 8:30am. They were like gnats running around willy nilly. Finally Rex yelled at them to stop and most did but as soon as we took our eyes off of them they started in all over again. The instructors, four teenagers who had previously “graduated” from the program, started straggling in just before 9am. The first to arrive was JR, the young lad who had finished second the day before. I’d not had a chance to congratulate him so took a few minutes to do it then. By the time I’d finished two more arrived. I knew the boy as he was the son of a former racer and had sailed as a crew on a few Sunday’s. There was something familiar about the girl but I couldn’t place it. She introduced herself as Bobbi but that didn’t help me. With three of them there they took control of the kids and Rex and I went back to work.
The part I was dreading was the rest rooms. We’d taken a peek at both of them and just shook our heads with the mess, especially the ladies. We decided that we should concentrate on getting rid of the sand first. It was everywhere... the counters, chairs and floor. Just as we were about to begin this middle aged man walked in. It was obvious that Rex knew him as he called out his name. I didn’t see him as I was brushing sand off the counter as the the two of them went out onto the porch. I really wanted to wait for Rex for direstion but decided I could empty the trash bins which were overflowing. The doors to the toilet stalls were open and I saw a covered plastic pail in each. I really didn’t want to touch either knowing what was probably inside them but picked them up and headed for the garbage pails located outside. I dumped the first one and saw a some blue cloth, obviously wet, fall in. Curious, I picked it out and saw that it was a pair of shorts. As it opened up I saw what initially looked like a pair of pink panties fall out. That got my attention and after making sure no one was looking pulled them out as well. It only took a second to discover why they were pink. It was obvious that the owner had her period descend on her unexpectedly. A closer look of the shorts confirmed it. My first reaction was to just drop them back into the trash. However, knowing from experience that as long as the blood didn’t dry the panties were salvageable. I stuffed them under the pail and headed back inside.
Walking across the floor I saw Bobbi, one of the female instructors, leaving the ladies room. It reminded me that we better get both rest rooms cleaned up as they would soon be needed by the participants of the sailing program. At the door I called to make sure no one else was inside. I put the pails back and went back to wiping the sand off the counter. Up in the corner was a small pile of clothes. I took a deep breath and then took a look outside the door to see if Rex or anyone else was around and headed my way. With no one in sight I went right for the clothes. As you already know my target was the panties. They were rolled up in her shorts in a manner that indicated that she’d pulled them both down together. That precluded me getting a real look at them so I concentrated on the label. I felt that I was lucky in that it was attached to the waist elastic. It was a fairly familiar name... Lollipop which, to me , meant cotton. The tag also gave the size as “S” rather than a number. More importantly, there was a name tag sewn in. Reading it I knew why she had seemed somewhat familiar. I was afraid to go any further so tried to return them to the pile as I’d found them. I was in the process when the man who’d been talking with Rex walked in. Talk about a shock!
If he thought there was anything untoward he didn’t show it. It turned out that he was JR’s father. He was there as, what he called it, a chaperone. For insurance purposes the club had to have two adult, bona fide, club members present during sailing lessons in case of an emergency. He was on vacation and at JR’s urging, volunteered. He asked if he could help with the cleaning saying he wasn’t one of those people who could just sit around in the sun all day. It took a minute or two for me to compose myself from the scare but I told him if he was willing to push a broom he’d be welcome. I didn’t know what had happened to Rex so sent JR’s father into the mens room. Once he was gone I took a few deep breaths and got to thinking about why the name in the panties brought back some memories.
To be continued...
Monday was the day that Mrs K, the head of the Civil Service department, said she might call me with the results of the test I took for the Personnel Technician position. I really wanted to stay home to get her call but I knew I had to help Rex clean up the clubhouse. My body was feeling the effects of lifting over a dozen 300 pound boats (with two others) both in and out of the water over the previous two days so enthusiasm for the pending work was lacking. We’d agreed to meet at the club around 8am figuring we’d be able to get a head start before the Junior sailing program started and the kids showed up. I think it looked worse than it did the night before. The first thing we had to do was to sweep the sand off the steps to the porch and then the porch itself. That way the kids wouldn’t be tracking as much sand inside or that’s what we hoped.
The sailing lessons were scheduled to start at 9am but the parents started dropping their kids off around 8:30am. They were like gnats running around willy nilly. Finally Rex yelled at them to stop and most did but as soon as we took our eyes off of them they started in all over again. The instructors, four teenagers who had previously “graduated” from the program, started straggling in just before 9am. The first to arrive was JR, the young lad who had finished second the day before. I’d not had a chance to congratulate him so took a few minutes to do it then. By the time I’d finished two more arrived. I knew the boy as he was the son of a former racer and had sailed as a crew on a few Sunday’s. There was something familiar about the girl but I couldn’t place it. She introduced herself as Bobbi but that didn’t help me. With three of them there they took control of the kids and Rex and I went back to work.
The part I was dreading was the rest rooms. We’d taken a peek at both of them and just shook our heads with the mess, especially the ladies. We decided that we should concentrate on getting rid of the sand first. It was everywhere... the counters, chairs and floor. Just as we were about to begin this middle aged man walked in. It was obvious that Rex knew him as he called out his name. I didn’t see him as I was brushing sand off the counter as the the two of them went out onto the porch. I really wanted to wait for Rex for direstion but decided I could empty the trash bins which were overflowing. The doors to the toilet stalls were open and I saw a covered plastic pail in each. I really didn’t want to touch either knowing what was probably inside them but picked them up and headed for the garbage pails located outside. I dumped the first one and saw a some blue cloth, obviously wet, fall in. Curious, I picked it out and saw that it was a pair of shorts. As it opened up I saw what initially looked like a pair of pink panties fall out. That got my attention and after making sure no one was looking pulled them out as well. It only took a second to discover why they were pink. It was obvious that the owner had her period descend on her unexpectedly. A closer look of the shorts confirmed it. My first reaction was to just drop them back into the trash. However, knowing from experience that as long as the blood didn’t dry the panties were salvageable. I stuffed them under the pail and headed back inside.
Walking across the floor I saw Bobbi, one of the female instructors, leaving the ladies room. It reminded me that we better get both rest rooms cleaned up as they would soon be needed by the participants of the sailing program. At the door I called to make sure no one else was inside. I put the pails back and went back to wiping the sand off the counter. Up in the corner was a small pile of clothes. I took a deep breath and then took a look outside the door to see if Rex or anyone else was around and headed my way. With no one in sight I went right for the clothes. As you already know my target was the panties. They were rolled up in her shorts in a manner that indicated that she’d pulled them both down together. That precluded me getting a real look at them so I concentrated on the label. I felt that I was lucky in that it was attached to the waist elastic. It was a fairly familiar name... Lollipop which, to me , meant cotton. The tag also gave the size as “S” rather than a number. More importantly, there was a name tag sewn in. Reading it I knew why she had seemed somewhat familiar. I was afraid to go any further so tried to return them to the pile as I’d found them. I was in the process when the man who’d been talking with Rex walked in. Talk about a shock!
If he thought there was anything untoward he didn’t show it. It turned out that he was JR’s father. He was there as, what he called it, a chaperone. For insurance purposes the club had to have two adult, bona fide, club members present during sailing lessons in case of an emergency. He was on vacation and at JR’s urging, volunteered. He asked if he could help with the cleaning saying he wasn’t one of those people who could just sit around in the sun all day. It took a minute or two for me to compose myself from the scare but I told him if he was willing to push a broom he’d be welcome. I didn’t know what had happened to Rex so sent JR’s father into the mens room. Once he was gone I took a few deep breaths and got to thinking about why the name in the panties brought back some memories.
To be continued...
Friday, February 10, 2012
SUMMER... Looking to the future (Part 85f)
The end result was that he did get his boat and he did leave. I think three of the group that was going to leave changed their minds and stayed to race. When we were launching boats off the beach Cat still hadn’t showed up. I didn’t blame her but, on the other hand, the AH was gone and almost everybody there had backed her up by signing the petition that had been taken into the protest committee. I jumped in my car and made a screaming trip to where she was staying as it was less than a mile away. She definitely wasn’t expecting anybody as she was still in her nightgown and drinking coffee at a picnic table in the yard. I couldn't help but notice the clothes that were hanging on the line strung across the yard. Among them was a pair of pink panties. Interesting, but I didn't dwell on them. I jumped out of the car screaming at her to get her sailing stuff and to hurry. After a little more dialog she called her son and husband and told them they were going to race. I drove back to the club like a madman and saw that many of the boats were in the water. I grabbed a lifting bar and corralled two guys to put Cat’s boat in the water. Just about then I saw her car pulling in. As she ran down to the water’s edge with her sails in her arms I saw that she was wearing the tight white shorts that had caught my eye the first time I’d seen them. However, there was no time for that. As Elle and I pulled our sails up I was able to remind her that everybody was behind her and not to worry about the sail numbers. As Elle and I sailed off I caught a glimpse of a smile.
Cat and I ended up being late for the start but caught a tremendous break when the wind shifted. The officials running the race abandoned it and called for starting over. I’ve got a good memory for races where I’ve done well but it’s kind of shaky when I screw up and I did on the restart. I was over the start line early which meant I had to go back and start again. It put me in a position to observe the race without being in the way.
As an observer there were three things that stood out to me. One of my club mates, Doug, had jumped out to a big lead and if he held it he would be the overall winner. The second thing was that the kid who had bought (I should say that his father bought) Rex’s boat was right up there in the front. I was rooting for him as he was a really nice kid, still in High School and this was his first season as a skipper. The third was that Cat was up there as well.
My father had taught me to finish what I started and I did... dead last! By being last it meant I was also last to get to shore and by the time I did a lot of the boats were already out of the water and up on their trailers. I was, supposedly, in charge of that detail and hadn’t helped at all. I left Elle to hold the boat while I made an attempt to be helpful. As I did I saw Cat’s boat was out of the water but I didn’t see her. Not being competitive in the race gave me time to think about the fact that she had worn the tight shorts that really showed a nice VPL on her. I couldn’t wait to see what they looked like when wet.
After getting the visiting boats up the beach and into the parking lot it was time for the awards presentation. I was able to find out that the kid, JR, had ended up finishing second, a tremendous accomplishment. As I’d mentioned the event was sanctioned by the Class. Henry was the representative and was up on the porch to hand the perpetual trophy to the winner, Doug, a club mate. Because there had been 30 boats registered there were five prizes to be handed out. As for club members, other than Doug only Frank got a trophy as the visitors dominated. Frank had received the 5th place trophy but after accepting it he called for Cat to come up onto the porch. We were all standing on the lower steps to the porch or on the beach and as Cat made her way up the steps I got what I’d been hoping for... a fantastic VPL. Dry, the shorts showed a very nice one but wet... it was unbelievable. When she reached the top and turned around I got a second view complete with a small camel toe. The double material of the crotch of her panties just stood out under the wet material of her shorts. I had my hands covering my groin area hoping that no one noticed. It was unbelievable!
Frank had called her up to present her with his trophy. It had been calculated that if not for the protests Cat would have ended up 5th and Frank wanted her to have the trophy. She was embarrassed but wouldn’t take it. She ended up thanking everybody for the support they’d given her. I couldn’t help thinking that with all the trouble at least the event ended on a high note.
That is except for the fact that the club house needed to be cleaned up. Both the men and ladies rest rooms were a total mess. The floors and counters were wet and sand was everywhere. It was so bad that Elle, even as wet and cold as she was didn’t think about changing her clothes choosing to wait to do it when we picked up the kids. The clean up was the responsibility of the club manager, Rex... and me, his assistant. The two of us were dog tired and after looking at the situation decided we’d tackle it the next day. I wasn’t working and Rex said he needed a day off so, on that Elle and I took off.
Back at my parents I had to put all the sailing gear away in their garage while Elle went over to her parents to get cleaned up and to get the kids stuff organized. I was surprised to see my mother headed over to the garage, something she rarely did. She told me that Henry and Liz had left a small bag when they left and she’d found it while making up the beds that they'd slept in. She asked if I’d mail it to them. Initially, the request annoyed me as she had far more free time than I did. She told me that she’d dropped it onto the seat of my car.. I remember telling myself to keep my mouth closed. After all, they had hosted Henry and Liz on short notice.
I was still grousing to myself when I got in the car and just put the bag on the floor. It was about 5pm and I was not only tired but also very hungry. Walking into the kitchen Elle’s mother told me that dinner would be served in about ten minutes... the best news I’d heard all day. She’d figured that we’d be too tired to take the time to fix a decent meal so she did it for us. I seldom had a problem with her and this was an example of why.
To be continued...
The end result was that he did get his boat and he did leave. I think three of the group that was going to leave changed their minds and stayed to race. When we were launching boats off the beach Cat still hadn’t showed up. I didn’t blame her but, on the other hand, the AH was gone and almost everybody there had backed her up by signing the petition that had been taken into the protest committee. I jumped in my car and made a screaming trip to where she was staying as it was less than a mile away. She definitely wasn’t expecting anybody as she was still in her nightgown and drinking coffee at a picnic table in the yard. I couldn't help but notice the clothes that were hanging on the line strung across the yard. Among them was a pair of pink panties. Interesting, but I didn't dwell on them. I jumped out of the car screaming at her to get her sailing stuff and to hurry. After a little more dialog she called her son and husband and told them they were going to race. I drove back to the club like a madman and saw that many of the boats were in the water. I grabbed a lifting bar and corralled two guys to put Cat’s boat in the water. Just about then I saw her car pulling in. As she ran down to the water’s edge with her sails in her arms I saw that she was wearing the tight white shorts that had caught my eye the first time I’d seen them. However, there was no time for that. As Elle and I pulled our sails up I was able to remind her that everybody was behind her and not to worry about the sail numbers. As Elle and I sailed off I caught a glimpse of a smile.
Cat and I ended up being late for the start but caught a tremendous break when the wind shifted. The officials running the race abandoned it and called for starting over. I’ve got a good memory for races where I’ve done well but it’s kind of shaky when I screw up and I did on the restart. I was over the start line early which meant I had to go back and start again. It put me in a position to observe the race without being in the way.
As an observer there were three things that stood out to me. One of my club mates, Doug, had jumped out to a big lead and if he held it he would be the overall winner. The second thing was that the kid who had bought (I should say that his father bought) Rex’s boat was right up there in the front. I was rooting for him as he was a really nice kid, still in High School and this was his first season as a skipper. The third was that Cat was up there as well.
My father had taught me to finish what I started and I did... dead last! By being last it meant I was also last to get to shore and by the time I did a lot of the boats were already out of the water and up on their trailers. I was, supposedly, in charge of that detail and hadn’t helped at all. I left Elle to hold the boat while I made an attempt to be helpful. As I did I saw Cat’s boat was out of the water but I didn’t see her. Not being competitive in the race gave me time to think about the fact that she had worn the tight shorts that really showed a nice VPL on her. I couldn’t wait to see what they looked like when wet.
After getting the visiting boats up the beach and into the parking lot it was time for the awards presentation. I was able to find out that the kid, JR, had ended up finishing second, a tremendous accomplishment. As I’d mentioned the event was sanctioned by the Class. Henry was the representative and was up on the porch to hand the perpetual trophy to the winner, Doug, a club mate. Because there had been 30 boats registered there were five prizes to be handed out. As for club members, other than Doug only Frank got a trophy as the visitors dominated. Frank had received the 5th place trophy but after accepting it he called for Cat to come up onto the porch. We were all standing on the lower steps to the porch or on the beach and as Cat made her way up the steps I got what I’d been hoping for... a fantastic VPL. Dry, the shorts showed a very nice one but wet... it was unbelievable. When she reached the top and turned around I got a second view complete with a small camel toe. The double material of the crotch of her panties just stood out under the wet material of her shorts. I had my hands covering my groin area hoping that no one noticed. It was unbelievable!
Frank had called her up to present her with his trophy. It had been calculated that if not for the protests Cat would have ended up 5th and Frank wanted her to have the trophy. She was embarrassed but wouldn’t take it. She ended up thanking everybody for the support they’d given her. I couldn’t help thinking that with all the trouble at least the event ended on a high note.
That is except for the fact that the club house needed to be cleaned up. Both the men and ladies rest rooms were a total mess. The floors and counters were wet and sand was everywhere. It was so bad that Elle, even as wet and cold as she was didn’t think about changing her clothes choosing to wait to do it when we picked up the kids. The clean up was the responsibility of the club manager, Rex... and me, his assistant. The two of us were dog tired and after looking at the situation decided we’d tackle it the next day. I wasn’t working and Rex said he needed a day off so, on that Elle and I took off.
Back at my parents I had to put all the sailing gear away in their garage while Elle went over to her parents to get cleaned up and to get the kids stuff organized. I was surprised to see my mother headed over to the garage, something she rarely did. She told me that Henry and Liz had left a small bag when they left and she’d found it while making up the beds that they'd slept in. She asked if I’d mail it to them. Initially, the request annoyed me as she had far more free time than I did. She told me that she’d dropped it onto the seat of my car.. I remember telling myself to keep my mouth closed. After all, they had hosted Henry and Liz on short notice.
I was still grousing to myself when I got in the car and just put the bag on the floor. It was about 5pm and I was not only tired but also very hungry. Walking into the kitchen Elle’s mother told me that dinner would be served in about ten minutes... the best news I’d heard all day. She’d figured that we’d be too tired to take the time to fix a decent meal so she did it for us. I seldom had a problem with her and this was an example of why.
To be continued...
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
SUMMER... Looking to the future (Part 85e)
After making sure all the boats had been hauled and were safely up on their trailers for the day I went to congratulate Cat. However, she was almost as distraught as she’d been after the first race. The AH had protested her again... this time for not having the proper registration number on her sail. Upon hearing that I wanted to go hit the AH up along side his head. Willy had overheard my reaction to the latest protest and upon seeing me headed for where the AH’s boat was located and cut me off. At first I was upset with Willy but he explained that a few of the competitors had gotten up a petition to be presented to the protest committee. The petition was asking to have the committee throw out the protests. They collected the signatures of competitors who had no problem with the discrepancy in the sail/registration number for Cat. Upon hearing that I felt better.
Long story short... The guy who had filed the protest was an attorney in the city and was known to be “different”. At the protest hearing he stated that if his protest wasn’t upheld he would take the matter to court. “Rules are rules” was his mantra and if the Comet Class didn’t want to uphold them as written then the Class should remove or change them. Unfortunately, the three men who had volunteered to serve as the protest committee were “snowed” by his bombast and allowed both of them to go through. When the decision was announced it cast a pall on the whole day. We’d had a perfect wind and weather day and this jerk had ruined it for almost everybody and especially for Cat and her husband. If the protests had been disallowed she would’ve been in fourth place.
Everybody was on their own for dinner but there was a party scheduled for back at the clubhouse at 8pm. When I rounded up Henry and his wife to take them over to my parents house I was still pretty upset. I was looking for him, in his official position with the class, to step up and put an end to what I called a travesty for the Class and for sailboat racing as a sport. He didn’t disagree but had to agree with the statement made by the AH about the rule being the rule. He did say that he would pursue changing the rules to be more realistic. There wasn’t anything more to be said after that.
At my parents house my mother was at her social best, insisting that Henry and Liz take a relaxing shower and then visit. Liz, upon hearing that our kids were right across the street, insisted that Elle go get them and bring them back. Elle and I hated doing this sort of thing but with my mother egging her on we really had no choice. By the time we were back with the kids my mother and father had convinced Hank and Liz to stay eat with them. Much to our dismay my mother insisted that we do the same. Our protests went unheeded and in an effort not to create a “scene” we agreed to have at least some salad with all of them.
Elle and I were cleaning up a bit when the subject of dixieland jazz came up. Both my parents were dixieland aficionados, especially my father. Henry stated that he was also a big fan and right before our eyes, the two men got up and ended up sitting on the floor in front of a large record cabinet. The rest of us sat and watched as the two of them started going through the collection. Long story short... Henry and Liz decided not to attend the party at the club choosing to stay listen to some of my father’s rare recordings. As a club member I didn’t have that choice so, after eating nothing more than a little salad, Elle and I headed back.
It was pretty obvious that quite a few of the competitors had opted out of the party as there were more club members than visitors there. The men outnumbered the women and Elle knew very few. Rex was there without his wife so I asked if he could cover for me so I could take Elle home. He wasn’t thrilled but I think he understood. Actually, if I didn’t have to be back there for launching duty the next morning I would’ve gone home and not come back on Sunday.
I shouldn’t have let the protests bother me but it did. I’ve admitted that I actually hated Leo, my ex boss. Hate is a strong word but I found myself hating the AH almost as much. He wasn’t competitive with most of the other boats and, for some unknown reason, decided to take out his frustration on Cat. It just wasn’t fair. I rolled and tossed most of the night, disturbing Elle in the process. We both had a hard time getting up when the alarm went off... but we did.
Arriving at the parking lot I was shocked to see a group of boats preparing to leave. I knew a few of the skippers but mostly by sight. I asked them what was up and was told that it had nothing to do with our sailing club. The protests and the comments after the results were announced had taken the enjoyment out of competing... and it was a long trip home. I told them I felt the same but as one of the members of the host club I had to be there. Just as I was about to leave them I saw the AH pulling into the lot.
I don’t know what came over me. When I’d “lost it” in front of Leo I’d had a few drinks. I hadn’t had anything since that day but as I walked over to his car I was just as mad. He was about 50 years old, balding and short. I was at his window before the car stopped. Like that day in Leo’s office I started yelling at him and I have no memory of what I was saying until I told him to get his boat and get the F___ off the property. I had no authority to have said it and he knew it. He got out of the car and started for me. As I said, I barely knew the group who was packing up to leave but all of a sudden there were a bunch of guys who were beside me and telling the AH it would definitely be best if he left. I remember that each time the AH tried to say something someone would yell at him to “SHUT UP!”
To be continued...
After making sure all the boats had been hauled and were safely up on their trailers for the day I went to congratulate Cat. However, she was almost as distraught as she’d been after the first race. The AH had protested her again... this time for not having the proper registration number on her sail. Upon hearing that I wanted to go hit the AH up along side his head. Willy had overheard my reaction to the latest protest and upon seeing me headed for where the AH’s boat was located and cut me off. At first I was upset with Willy but he explained that a few of the competitors had gotten up a petition to be presented to the protest committee. The petition was asking to have the committee throw out the protests. They collected the signatures of competitors who had no problem with the discrepancy in the sail/registration number for Cat. Upon hearing that I felt better.
Long story short... The guy who had filed the protest was an attorney in the city and was known to be “different”. At the protest hearing he stated that if his protest wasn’t upheld he would take the matter to court. “Rules are rules” was his mantra and if the Comet Class didn’t want to uphold them as written then the Class should remove or change them. Unfortunately, the three men who had volunteered to serve as the protest committee were “snowed” by his bombast and allowed both of them to go through. When the decision was announced it cast a pall on the whole day. We’d had a perfect wind and weather day and this jerk had ruined it for almost everybody and especially for Cat and her husband. If the protests had been disallowed she would’ve been in fourth place.
Everybody was on their own for dinner but there was a party scheduled for back at the clubhouse at 8pm. When I rounded up Henry and his wife to take them over to my parents house I was still pretty upset. I was looking for him, in his official position with the class, to step up and put an end to what I called a travesty for the Class and for sailboat racing as a sport. He didn’t disagree but had to agree with the statement made by the AH about the rule being the rule. He did say that he would pursue changing the rules to be more realistic. There wasn’t anything more to be said after that.
At my parents house my mother was at her social best, insisting that Henry and Liz take a relaxing shower and then visit. Liz, upon hearing that our kids were right across the street, insisted that Elle go get them and bring them back. Elle and I hated doing this sort of thing but with my mother egging her on we really had no choice. By the time we were back with the kids my mother and father had convinced Hank and Liz to stay eat with them. Much to our dismay my mother insisted that we do the same. Our protests went unheeded and in an effort not to create a “scene” we agreed to have at least some salad with all of them.
Elle and I were cleaning up a bit when the subject of dixieland jazz came up. Both my parents were dixieland aficionados, especially my father. Henry stated that he was also a big fan and right before our eyes, the two men got up and ended up sitting on the floor in front of a large record cabinet. The rest of us sat and watched as the two of them started going through the collection. Long story short... Henry and Liz decided not to attend the party at the club choosing to stay listen to some of my father’s rare recordings. As a club member I didn’t have that choice so, after eating nothing more than a little salad, Elle and I headed back.
It was pretty obvious that quite a few of the competitors had opted out of the party as there were more club members than visitors there. The men outnumbered the women and Elle knew very few. Rex was there without his wife so I asked if he could cover for me so I could take Elle home. He wasn’t thrilled but I think he understood. Actually, if I didn’t have to be back there for launching duty the next morning I would’ve gone home and not come back on Sunday.
I shouldn’t have let the protests bother me but it did. I’ve admitted that I actually hated Leo, my ex boss. Hate is a strong word but I found myself hating the AH almost as much. He wasn’t competitive with most of the other boats and, for some unknown reason, decided to take out his frustration on Cat. It just wasn’t fair. I rolled and tossed most of the night, disturbing Elle in the process. We both had a hard time getting up when the alarm went off... but we did.
Arriving at the parking lot I was shocked to see a group of boats preparing to leave. I knew a few of the skippers but mostly by sight. I asked them what was up and was told that it had nothing to do with our sailing club. The protests and the comments after the results were announced had taken the enjoyment out of competing... and it was a long trip home. I told them I felt the same but as one of the members of the host club I had to be there. Just as I was about to leave them I saw the AH pulling into the lot.
I don’t know what came over me. When I’d “lost it” in front of Leo I’d had a few drinks. I hadn’t had anything since that day but as I walked over to his car I was just as mad. He was about 50 years old, balding and short. I was at his window before the car stopped. Like that day in Leo’s office I started yelling at him and I have no memory of what I was saying until I told him to get his boat and get the F___ off the property. I had no authority to have said it and he knew it. He got out of the car and started for me. As I said, I barely knew the group who was packing up to leave but all of a sudden there were a bunch of guys who were beside me and telling the AH it would definitely be best if he left. I remember that each time the AH tried to say something someone would yell at him to “SHUT UP!”
To be continued...
Monday, February 06, 2012
SUMMER... Looking to the future (Part 85d)
Elle and I were back at the sailing club around 7:30am and there were five visiting boats already there. Elle and Carol were handling registration and Rex and I were directing where the out of town boats were to go. I had hoped that I would have a chance for a few VPL’s or the like while doing it but for the next 2 hours it was just plain hectic and that didn’t happen. We were blessed with plenty of sun, low humidity and what looked like ample wind and I couldn't wait to start racing.
I made a point of having Elle steer the Class official to see me after he registered. I’d sailed against him in my first National championship races some seven years earlier but didn’t really know him. When I saw this tall, geeky looking man headed my way I did sort of recognize him. As he approached he called out my name and introduced himself as Henry. An attractive woman followed and he introduced her as Liz, his wife. She looked younger than he did and, in my mind, I wondered how did these two get together. I explained that they would be staying with my parents. I also explained that, because they lived on a private road, trying to find their house would be difficult. I told them it would probably be best that when the day’s races were over that they follow me over. Henry agreed and when they turned to leave I had my eyes focused right on Liz’s backside. Even though she was wearing a pair of pastel pink checked bermudas I definitely got a small VPL and made a note to check her out again later.
Part of my duties for the day was to see that every boat got launched which meant Elle and I were the last to leave shore. As I said, we had adequate wind to race but it was a long way out to the starting line The starting sequence (5 minutes... 2 minutes... 1 minute... 30 seconds) had already started and with around 30 boats maneuvering to get a good, clear start, I had a difficult time finding a place to fit. We ended up buried in the middle of the fleet and I was unable to break free ending up around 20th. As we headed for shore for the lunch time break I noticed Cat’s boat seemed to be among those closest meaning that she done well. I almost couldn’t believe it. Maybe I should admit that I didn’t want to believe it. If it were true... good for her but bad for me because I’d sold (almost given away) those sails to her.
As soon as I could I tracked Cat down and found that she’d finished third. I had a hard time believing it because some of the best sailors in the class were racing including two former National champions. When most of the boats were at anchor and the skippers and crews were ashore there was a “buzz” that was going around. They were saying that there was a “protest” against Cat. (Now, I’m not going into the myriad of rules that sailors race under. However, there are a set of rules that are International in nature but in this case it was a “class” rule that had been breached.) Buried in the Comet Class Racing Association rules, in extremely fine print, was a rule that stated that no two boats in competition with each other may show the same registration (sail) number. Cat, sailing with my old sails, still had my sail number on her sails as did the sails on my boat. As the “news” traveled around the beach almost no one had ever heard of the rule and, more importantly, couldn’t see what difference it made as long as the boats had been registered with their correct hull numbers (which they had). With a class officer there (Henry) he was besieged with questions about the rule. In a rare case of candidness he admitted that he was unaware of the rule.
Needless to say but Cat was very upset. People that didn’t even know her came up to offer support. What I found somewhat interesting was that the guy who filed the protest finished behind me. If the protest was upheld (protests are held in front of a committee made up of non participating sailors after each day of racing) he would only gain one position. I couldn’t figure out what he thought he was gaining by the action. I didn’t know him but knew that he had raced for years. I remember asking one of the “out of towners” about him before we left to race the afternoon race and got a simple description... “He’s an ass hole!”.
Before we all left shore I helped remove the offending numbers from Cat’s sails. I felt badly for her and tried my best to keep her spirits up. I also kept my eyes open for any kind of panty “look“, be it a VPL, a DP or an honest to goodness peek but wasn’t that lucky. The sails had pretty much covered her lower extremities as we sat there removing the stitches.
The wind had shifted and the prevailing Southerly had come in at about 10 miles per hour as we all left shore. It was perfect for racing. As we maneuvered around awaiting the start I pretty much knew that I wasn’t going to be in position for a trophy because of my poor finish in that first race. I decided to seek out the AH and to ”cover“ him as best I could during the race. (Covering a competitor means trying to position yourself so as to disturb the air {wind} going to his sails) With less than 30 second to the start I was able to gain a favorable position on him and managed to hold it for most of the first leg. I don’t remember how far back we were by that time but there weren’t many boats behind us. He knew what I was doing and if he cursed me out once he did it at least a half dozen times. I remember feeling somewhat proud of myself.
Cat managed to overcome her disappointment about the pending protest and pulled out a very decent finish. I ended up about the same as in the first race but did manage to pass the AH. As I did I noticed that he had another protest flag flying and thought it might be against me for aggressively ”covering" him that whole first leg. I remember hoping that he had because I wanted to be in the protest room against him to let him know what I thought of his action against Cat.
To be continued...
Elle and I were back at the sailing club around 7:30am and there were five visiting boats already there. Elle and Carol were handling registration and Rex and I were directing where the out of town boats were to go. I had hoped that I would have a chance for a few VPL’s or the like while doing it but for the next 2 hours it was just plain hectic and that didn’t happen. We were blessed with plenty of sun, low humidity and what looked like ample wind and I couldn't wait to start racing.
I made a point of having Elle steer the Class official to see me after he registered. I’d sailed against him in my first National championship races some seven years earlier but didn’t really know him. When I saw this tall, geeky looking man headed my way I did sort of recognize him. As he approached he called out my name and introduced himself as Henry. An attractive woman followed and he introduced her as Liz, his wife. She looked younger than he did and, in my mind, I wondered how did these two get together. I explained that they would be staying with my parents. I also explained that, because they lived on a private road, trying to find their house would be difficult. I told them it would probably be best that when the day’s races were over that they follow me over. Henry agreed and when they turned to leave I had my eyes focused right on Liz’s backside. Even though she was wearing a pair of pastel pink checked bermudas I definitely got a small VPL and made a note to check her out again later.
Part of my duties for the day was to see that every boat got launched which meant Elle and I were the last to leave shore. As I said, we had adequate wind to race but it was a long way out to the starting line The starting sequence (5 minutes... 2 minutes... 1 minute... 30 seconds) had already started and with around 30 boats maneuvering to get a good, clear start, I had a difficult time finding a place to fit. We ended up buried in the middle of the fleet and I was unable to break free ending up around 20th. As we headed for shore for the lunch time break I noticed Cat’s boat seemed to be among those closest meaning that she done well. I almost couldn’t believe it. Maybe I should admit that I didn’t want to believe it. If it were true... good for her but bad for me because I’d sold (almost given away) those sails to her.
As soon as I could I tracked Cat down and found that she’d finished third. I had a hard time believing it because some of the best sailors in the class were racing including two former National champions. When most of the boats were at anchor and the skippers and crews were ashore there was a “buzz” that was going around. They were saying that there was a “protest” against Cat. (Now, I’m not going into the myriad of rules that sailors race under. However, there are a set of rules that are International in nature but in this case it was a “class” rule that had been breached.) Buried in the Comet Class Racing Association rules, in extremely fine print, was a rule that stated that no two boats in competition with each other may show the same registration (sail) number. Cat, sailing with my old sails, still had my sail number on her sails as did the sails on my boat. As the “news” traveled around the beach almost no one had ever heard of the rule and, more importantly, couldn’t see what difference it made as long as the boats had been registered with their correct hull numbers (which they had). With a class officer there (Henry) he was besieged with questions about the rule. In a rare case of candidness he admitted that he was unaware of the rule.
Needless to say but Cat was very upset. People that didn’t even know her came up to offer support. What I found somewhat interesting was that the guy who filed the protest finished behind me. If the protest was upheld (protests are held in front of a committee made up of non participating sailors after each day of racing) he would only gain one position. I couldn’t figure out what he thought he was gaining by the action. I didn’t know him but knew that he had raced for years. I remember asking one of the “out of towners” about him before we left to race the afternoon race and got a simple description... “He’s an ass hole!”.
Before we all left shore I helped remove the offending numbers from Cat’s sails. I felt badly for her and tried my best to keep her spirits up. I also kept my eyes open for any kind of panty “look“, be it a VPL, a DP or an honest to goodness peek but wasn’t that lucky. The sails had pretty much covered her lower extremities as we sat there removing the stitches.
The wind had shifted and the prevailing Southerly had come in at about 10 miles per hour as we all left shore. It was perfect for racing. As we maneuvered around awaiting the start I pretty much knew that I wasn’t going to be in position for a trophy because of my poor finish in that first race. I decided to seek out the AH and to ”cover“ him as best I could during the race. (Covering a competitor means trying to position yourself so as to disturb the air {wind} going to his sails) With less than 30 second to the start I was able to gain a favorable position on him and managed to hold it for most of the first leg. I don’t remember how far back we were by that time but there weren’t many boats behind us. He knew what I was doing and if he cursed me out once he did it at least a half dozen times. I remember feeling somewhat proud of myself.
Cat managed to overcome her disappointment about the pending protest and pulled out a very decent finish. I ended up about the same as in the first race but did manage to pass the AH. As I did I noticed that he had another protest flag flying and thought it might be against me for aggressively ”covering" him that whole first leg. I remember hoping that he had because I wanted to be in the protest room against him to let him know what I thought of his action against Cat.
To be continued...
Thursday, February 02, 2012
SUMMER... Looking to the future (Part 85c)
It really was a sacrifice for me to do the shopping. I absolutely hated it, especially when by myself. The supermarket where she shopped was new and always crowded. My guess is that there were ten women in there for each guy. I struggled to find some of the items on her list and was searching for something when I head a female voice call my name. I turned around to see Joan, the girl who had babysat our kids the last part of the school year. I was probably more embarrassed than surprised. In my mind grocery shopping was not a “manly” thing to do. Joan asked about Elle and the kids and, to make conversation, suggested that she stop by to see them. As she was leaving I remembered that Richie, her husband, had a mobile heavy equipment business that repaired tractors and other farm implements in the field and that he’d have an acetylene torch was needed to finish repairing the front end of the racecar. I called out to her and asked if Ritchie ever got a call to work on equipment in the area. After explaining why I’d asked Joan totally surprised me and said that he was actually out at a local farm and was going to pick her up at noon. It was nearing noon and all of a sudden I had a feeling that things had really turned around for me.
When Richie arrived I explained my need and he said he’d be glad to take a look at my problem. He and Joan followed me home and after leaving the groceries and Joan off we headed for the car. As I’d expected, it took only minutes. Richie seemed very interested in the car and asked enough questions that led me to ask if he’d like to go to the races when I got the car repaired and ready to go. I’ll admit I was surprised when he said “yes”.
He wouldn’t take anything for doing the job and didn’t stay very long as he had another job to get to. Walking back home I was in a really good mood. I felt good about how I did on the exam and Elle was being super kind to me. AND... I was almost back in the car racing business. The only “cloud” was the upcoming sailing competition.
The class sailboat that I raced (Comet) had seven regions located mostly from the Mid-Atlantic states up into New England. Each region was allocated one “sanctioned” event a year. The host clubs rotated from year to year and this year the club I belonged to was the host. I volunteered to handle the storage and launching of the boats and Elle was involved with registration. We had decided that it would be best to take the kids to her mother’s that night so we could have an early start on Saturday. Elle had “rewarded” me right before supper so I was happy. When we’d finished packing the kids things for their two night stay I prevailed upon Elle to, again, wear two pair of the Plymouth panties. When she did she warned me not to push my luck.
As hard as it was for me I did “behave”. We visited with both sets of parents and then made a stop at the sailing club. Rex, the facility manger, had received word that there were to be about a dozen “invaders” from the Jersey Shore area. One of the many enigmas of our geographic area was the dearth of motels or other transient lodging. The club members were saddled with putting the visitors up. The last I’d heard the housing committee had identified enough beds to handle the expected visitors. When we got to the club the members who were working on lodging arrangements were a bit frantic. They’d just heard that one of the class officers and his wife had, at the last minute, decided to come. All members had been contacted and there were no more rooms available. If you’ve been reading this tome for a while you may have remembered that my parents were always hosting friends to the extent that the house was known as “the hotel”. I made a quick call to my father and explained the situation. Without even telling my mother he told me that it would be OK and the problem was solved.
We knew that Buddy and Carol, our sailing friends, were coming out for the weekend to help out even though they wouldn't be racing. Buddy showed up on the porch of the club while I was talking with my father. He told me that Carol was feeding the baby and if Elle wanted to see them she should go on up (the stairs to the bluff). I didn't see Elle at first and finally found her alone on the beach. I asked her what she was doing and her answer was a bit "short". She said that I'd told her that we wouldn't be long two different times and it had been at least a half hour. I didn't answer but told her what Buddy had told me. She put one of "those" looks on her face and with her hands on her hips I knew it wasn't good. She proceeded to tell me that she'd had to "go" and, thinking that we'd be leaving soon, proceeded to pee through her panties "to be nice". Now that she was wet how was she going to see Carol and the baby. After a short"discussion" I convinced her that she/we could still go up and say our "hellos" and then leave. As long as she didn't sit down she'd be fine. I told her that I'd take the lead and say that we really had to be going. She still had that look on her face but proceeded to follow me.
It went well up until Buddy walked in. He insisted that we stay for a while. I was true to my word and insisted that we had to be going. Elle told Carol about her pregnancy and when offered the chance to hold the baby, she couldn't resist. The house was a Summer bungalow with furnishings suited to the beach and wet clothing. Both Buddy and Carol were familiar with Elle's "problem" and it was Carol who picked up on Elle's situation and pointed her to a wooden chair. We stayed way later than we'd really wanted, knowing we had to be up early and back at the club by 7:30am. I'd noted that Elle didn't use the bathroom before we left but didn't say anything. As we were walking to the car Elle stopped and grabbed my hand. It was very still out and the next thing I heard was a splashing coming from between Elle's feet. She just stood there and when I put my hand between her legs she was very receptive. I got my finger inside the elastics and started to get Elle "wound up" when I saw a car turn into the the road to the club. I've wondered, more than once, what would have ended up happening if that car hadn't appeared.
To be continued...
It really was a sacrifice for me to do the shopping. I absolutely hated it, especially when by myself. The supermarket where she shopped was new and always crowded. My guess is that there were ten women in there for each guy. I struggled to find some of the items on her list and was searching for something when I head a female voice call my name. I turned around to see Joan, the girl who had babysat our kids the last part of the school year. I was probably more embarrassed than surprised. In my mind grocery shopping was not a “manly” thing to do. Joan asked about Elle and the kids and, to make conversation, suggested that she stop by to see them. As she was leaving I remembered that Richie, her husband, had a mobile heavy equipment business that repaired tractors and other farm implements in the field and that he’d have an acetylene torch was needed to finish repairing the front end of the racecar. I called out to her and asked if Ritchie ever got a call to work on equipment in the area. After explaining why I’d asked Joan totally surprised me and said that he was actually out at a local farm and was going to pick her up at noon. It was nearing noon and all of a sudden I had a feeling that things had really turned around for me.
When Richie arrived I explained my need and he said he’d be glad to take a look at my problem. He and Joan followed me home and after leaving the groceries and Joan off we headed for the car. As I’d expected, it took only minutes. Richie seemed very interested in the car and asked enough questions that led me to ask if he’d like to go to the races when I got the car repaired and ready to go. I’ll admit I was surprised when he said “yes”.
He wouldn’t take anything for doing the job and didn’t stay very long as he had another job to get to. Walking back home I was in a really good mood. I felt good about how I did on the exam and Elle was being super kind to me. AND... I was almost back in the car racing business. The only “cloud” was the upcoming sailing competition.
The class sailboat that I raced (Comet) had seven regions located mostly from the Mid-Atlantic states up into New England. Each region was allocated one “sanctioned” event a year. The host clubs rotated from year to year and this year the club I belonged to was the host. I volunteered to handle the storage and launching of the boats and Elle was involved with registration. We had decided that it would be best to take the kids to her mother’s that night so we could have an early start on Saturday. Elle had “rewarded” me right before supper so I was happy. When we’d finished packing the kids things for their two night stay I prevailed upon Elle to, again, wear two pair of the Plymouth panties. When she did she warned me not to push my luck.
As hard as it was for me I did “behave”. We visited with both sets of parents and then made a stop at the sailing club. Rex, the facility manger, had received word that there were to be about a dozen “invaders” from the Jersey Shore area. One of the many enigmas of our geographic area was the dearth of motels or other transient lodging. The club members were saddled with putting the visitors up. The last I’d heard the housing committee had identified enough beds to handle the expected visitors. When we got to the club the members who were working on lodging arrangements were a bit frantic. They’d just heard that one of the class officers and his wife had, at the last minute, decided to come. All members had been contacted and there were no more rooms available. If you’ve been reading this tome for a while you may have remembered that my parents were always hosting friends to the extent that the house was known as “the hotel”. I made a quick call to my father and explained the situation. Without even telling my mother he told me that it would be OK and the problem was solved.
We knew that Buddy and Carol, our sailing friends, were coming out for the weekend to help out even though they wouldn't be racing. Buddy showed up on the porch of the club while I was talking with my father. He told me that Carol was feeding the baby and if Elle wanted to see them she should go on up (the stairs to the bluff). I didn't see Elle at first and finally found her alone on the beach. I asked her what she was doing and her answer was a bit "short". She said that I'd told her that we wouldn't be long two different times and it had been at least a half hour. I didn't answer but told her what Buddy had told me. She put one of "those" looks on her face and with her hands on her hips I knew it wasn't good. She proceeded to tell me that she'd had to "go" and, thinking that we'd be leaving soon, proceeded to pee through her panties "to be nice". Now that she was wet how was she going to see Carol and the baby. After a short"discussion" I convinced her that she/we could still go up and say our "hellos" and then leave. As long as she didn't sit down she'd be fine. I told her that I'd take the lead and say that we really had to be going. She still had that look on her face but proceeded to follow me.
It went well up until Buddy walked in. He insisted that we stay for a while. I was true to my word and insisted that we had to be going. Elle told Carol about her pregnancy and when offered the chance to hold the baby, she couldn't resist. The house was a Summer bungalow with furnishings suited to the beach and wet clothing. Both Buddy and Carol were familiar with Elle's "problem" and it was Carol who picked up on Elle's situation and pointed her to a wooden chair. We stayed way later than we'd really wanted, knowing we had to be up early and back at the club by 7:30am. I'd noted that Elle didn't use the bathroom before we left but didn't say anything. As we were walking to the car Elle stopped and grabbed my hand. It was very still out and the next thing I heard was a splashing coming from between Elle's feet. She just stood there and when I put my hand between her legs she was very receptive. I got my finger inside the elastics and started to get Elle "wound up" when I saw a car turn into the the road to the club. I've wondered, more than once, what would have ended up happening if that car hadn't appeared.
To be continued...
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