SUMMER... August, at work (Part 88b)
We had to meet at the County Center at 8am to pick up the car and to meet with Mrs K to get our allotment of exams. It took about 40 minutes to get to the site. It had originally been built as a combination gym and auditorium for a private school that had closed during WWII. The town took ownership for non payment of taxes and made use of it for multiple purposes, ours included. There was a stage complete with curtains. Someone had opened up a bunch of folding tables but Sonny and I had to place them. We also had to open up and place folding chairs at the tables. While doing that Vi set up one table in the front to handle registration. We had to open the doors at 9am and that’s when I pretty much got the meaning of “Manic Monday”.
There had to have been at least 60 women waiting. They ended up swarming the registration table. I remember thinking that it was sort of crazy. The test was to start at 10am and we barely had everybody seated by that time. It was pure chaos. At 11:30am we collected the last of the exams. They were all told to return at 1pm at which time we were supposed to have the exams corrected and the names of those who had passed and were eligible for the typing portion of the test. It was closer to 2pm before that happened. As I remember there were around 80 who took the morning test and around 50 for the afternoon.
The typing test was only three minutes but, since we only had 4 typewriters it was obvious to me that it would be a long afternoon. Between calling the names of those who were to take the test and then giving them instructions it took about 15 minutes per group. That works out to 16 per hour. With 50 to be tested that meant we didn’t finish up until after 5pm and then we had to pick up and drive back to the County Center. It was a long day... and that was with three people. Soon it would be just Vi and I. Now I had a better idea why Sonny wanted “out”.
On the ride back to the Center I had a chance to reflect on the differences between the two test sites. I certainly liked the one at the Center better because it was much more orderly and not as frenetic. But, the real reason was that by setting the desks up as Sonny had suggested provided an opportunity for some nice up-skirt panty peeks. At the other venue the applicants sat at a table which pretty much precluded such a view. I was assembling any number of organizational questions but, being the new kid on the block, kept them to myself.
I’d done just what Mrs K had advised and kept my distance from the Data Processing department. It was fairly hard as I had to walk past it on my way for break and for lunch. I’d seen Andre a couple of times but kept it short for fear that it would get back to Leo. He confirmed that Leo had, indeed, stepped in to assume the role as department head (unofficially) and had hired a machine operator. I knew that we (Civil Service) were in the process of creating an exam for the title but wondered how they (Data Processing) were able to fill the position. Basically, what Andre had said was that all decisions were going through Leo. I did ask what that was like and all I got was a hearty guffaw. Jay (and Jo) had come to the races one of the nights that I’d raced the car but, typical Jay, he was fairly silent on what was going on. I ran into Rena in the parking lot one morning and found out that her legal case was about over. She was still planning on leaving the area and confided to me that I was still the only one that knew. I never got to ask her about the office and with a fair number of people streaming though the lot that was about it for conversation.
The third week started with Sonny, Vi and I setting up for the Exam at the County Center. The difference was that Sonny was there only as an observer. Vi was now in charge and I was the assistant. I wasn’t nervous but anxious would have been a fair observation. I set the desks up as Sonny had shown me and when I was finished he gave me a thumbs up. Vi was the nervous one because she had to make all the announcements and give the instructions. She had told me that in spite of numerous high profile jobs on her resume she’d never had to speak to more than about a dozen people and she was familiar with all of them. This was different.
As soon as I could I took a seat at the front table. The one thing that I wished was that I could have controlled who sat where. Unfortunately for me (and Sonny), the there were two really attractive women with short skirts but they had arrived a bit late and were buried in the back. Sitting next to Vi I had to be careful with my leaning over the edge of the table to get my peeks in. I had the desks spaced so that you could see the legs of the women in both the first and second row. When an applicant finished the exam one of us was to go collect it. When Vi got up to collect the first of them I took advantage of the opportunity. One of the women in the second row had hooked one of her feet on the shelf under the desk and had spread her other leg to the side. Bending down to reach into the box of supplies there was enough light for me to see not just a little triangle but I got a full view of her crotch. If she’d glanced up she would’ve known exactly what I was doing. I was liking the job a lot more.
The way they had set up the typing portion of the test the women faced a wall and all I (we) could see was the backs of the women. I noted that some of them used the legs of the typing table to rest their knees against. I decided that it would be nice to have been on the other side, for sure. Something for future consideration.
To be continued...
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
SUMMER... August, at work (Part88a)
I think the best thing I could say after my first week in the Civil Service department was that I had a job. The other Personnel Technicians (PT’s) were nice enough but I was spoiled by the way the Data Processing department had worked with everyone willing to pitch in to help whoever needed it. It was clear, after only one week, that this group was quite protective of their own “territory”. I did like Sonny because he was a little less “up-tight” than the others. In one respect I think he liked me because I was soon to free him from the somewhat dreaded “Manic Monday” duty of administering the Clerk Typist exams.
To better prepare myself for the job I requested and received permission to take the exam. It was made up of ten separate parts with ten questions in each. Seven of the sections had multiple choice questions. Two were true/false and the third was a fill-in type. The applicants were given ninety minutes to finish the exam. Vi administered the test giving me the whole “spiel” that the applicants got. She said she needed the experience since she would be assuming the lead position as soon as I was trained. Not to belittle the exam as it was created by a professional testing firm but it took me less than an hour. It was mostly common sense material and someone with a middle school education should’ve been able to pass it (and no, I didn’t get 100%). There was one section that I particularly liked and that was the one where you had to pick out the one wrong answer. To get the right answer you had to have read the instructions.
That next Monday the exam was scheduled to be given at the County Center. When the building was built they built it with ample space for expansion and we used some of that space. It was in the wing that housed the Surrogate Court and had it’s own entryway. I met Vi and Sonny at 8:30am and Mrs K met us at the office where she gave us the exams. They were pre numbered and we were charged with accounting for each and every one. I’d been told that there would be around 40 people show up but we had space for about 60. I was basically an observer. As they signed in It seemed that the majority of the women were in their late 30’s to early 40’s with a few teens and 20’s thrown in. They were all wearing dresses or skirts and blouses and if there was any question as to age it could be told by the length of them.
The chairs were convertible to desks by pulling the writing surface up from along side. Sonny asked me to help get them placed and as we did it he had a sly smile on his face. He showed me how to do it and as he did he explained that it it was done a certain way that there was a good chance for a “reward”. I didn’t know what he meant. I’d only worked with him for four days and hadn’t gotten a real “handle” on his personality. So I did it his way and waited... but not for long.
As the ladies took their seats he pulled me aside and away from Vi. He whispered to me that if I took a seat at the registration table and then bent down as if to get something from the box beside it and looked up, there was a good chance for my “reward”. I did as he suggested and sure enough there were a few little white triangles within range. I was liking the job a lot more... and had a different opinion of Sonny from that time on. He gave me a few minutes there before he wanted the spot.
The written exam was in the morning and, for those who passed it, there was the practical or typing exam in the afternoon. About 2/3 of the women passed the written portion and were back for the typing. We had portable typing desks and IBM Selectrics for them to use. As in the morning, Sonny showed me how to position the desks and then where to go while the women typed. It was better in the morning but it still was fun.
Because we were at the County Center we were able to return to the office before 5pm. Sonny warned me that it would be different the next week because the venue was about 30 miles to the West and there would be twice as many women to test. He said it with a gleam in his eye. As soon as I was fully trained he wouldn’t have to do it any more. I wondered just what was in store for me.
The only female in the office worth looking at was the busty receptionist. I won’t deny that I, as well as the other guys, took a look every time she walked by but that’s all anyone could or would see. The other PT’s were actually annoyed with her because she was often away from her desk which meant they had to get up from what they were doing to go answer questions from walk ins or to answer her phone.
Tuesday was mostly devoted to scoring the typing test and creating the list of those who passed. It was easy to see that Sonny wanted no part of it as he gave me his share to check. In one way I was puzzled about his attitude towards the whole Clerk Typist program. I found it a bit mundane but it was certainly better than working on the Dog Catcher exam.
Speaking about that, I’d made contact with a local Veterinarian and gotten some good material about dog handling. I really was making progress and on Friday was able to administer the Beta version to some of the PT’s. Friday was also the day that Sonny, Vi and I had to get our materials for the Monday Clerk Typing test together and to sign out a vehicle from the motor pool. Sonny was very thorough with his instructions to me because if he and Vi felt I was trained well enough he’d be excused from the duty. Actually, I was getting excited about the upcoming Monday.
To be continued...
I think the best thing I could say after my first week in the Civil Service department was that I had a job. The other Personnel Technicians (PT’s) were nice enough but I was spoiled by the way the Data Processing department had worked with everyone willing to pitch in to help whoever needed it. It was clear, after only one week, that this group was quite protective of their own “territory”. I did like Sonny because he was a little less “up-tight” than the others. In one respect I think he liked me because I was soon to free him from the somewhat dreaded “Manic Monday” duty of administering the Clerk Typist exams.
To better prepare myself for the job I requested and received permission to take the exam. It was made up of ten separate parts with ten questions in each. Seven of the sections had multiple choice questions. Two were true/false and the third was a fill-in type. The applicants were given ninety minutes to finish the exam. Vi administered the test giving me the whole “spiel” that the applicants got. She said she needed the experience since she would be assuming the lead position as soon as I was trained. Not to belittle the exam as it was created by a professional testing firm but it took me less than an hour. It was mostly common sense material and someone with a middle school education should’ve been able to pass it (and no, I didn’t get 100%). There was one section that I particularly liked and that was the one where you had to pick out the one wrong answer. To get the right answer you had to have read the instructions.
That next Monday the exam was scheduled to be given at the County Center. When the building was built they built it with ample space for expansion and we used some of that space. It was in the wing that housed the Surrogate Court and had it’s own entryway. I met Vi and Sonny at 8:30am and Mrs K met us at the office where she gave us the exams. They were pre numbered and we were charged with accounting for each and every one. I’d been told that there would be around 40 people show up but we had space for about 60. I was basically an observer. As they signed in It seemed that the majority of the women were in their late 30’s to early 40’s with a few teens and 20’s thrown in. They were all wearing dresses or skirts and blouses and if there was any question as to age it could be told by the length of them.
The chairs were convertible to desks by pulling the writing surface up from along side. Sonny asked me to help get them placed and as we did it he had a sly smile on his face. He showed me how to do it and as he did he explained that it it was done a certain way that there was a good chance for a “reward”. I didn’t know what he meant. I’d only worked with him for four days and hadn’t gotten a real “handle” on his personality. So I did it his way and waited... but not for long.
As the ladies took their seats he pulled me aside and away from Vi. He whispered to me that if I took a seat at the registration table and then bent down as if to get something from the box beside it and looked up, there was a good chance for my “reward”. I did as he suggested and sure enough there were a few little white triangles within range. I was liking the job a lot more... and had a different opinion of Sonny from that time on. He gave me a few minutes there before he wanted the spot.
The written exam was in the morning and, for those who passed it, there was the practical or typing exam in the afternoon. About 2/3 of the women passed the written portion and were back for the typing. We had portable typing desks and IBM Selectrics for them to use. As in the morning, Sonny showed me how to position the desks and then where to go while the women typed. It was better in the morning but it still was fun.
Because we were at the County Center we were able to return to the office before 5pm. Sonny warned me that it would be different the next week because the venue was about 30 miles to the West and there would be twice as many women to test. He said it with a gleam in his eye. As soon as I was fully trained he wouldn’t have to do it any more. I wondered just what was in store for me.
The only female in the office worth looking at was the busty receptionist. I won’t deny that I, as well as the other guys, took a look every time she walked by but that’s all anyone could or would see. The other PT’s were actually annoyed with her because she was often away from her desk which meant they had to get up from what they were doing to go answer questions from walk ins or to answer her phone.
Tuesday was mostly devoted to scoring the typing test and creating the list of those who passed. It was easy to see that Sonny wanted no part of it as he gave me his share to check. In one way I was puzzled about his attitude towards the whole Clerk Typist program. I found it a bit mundane but it was certainly better than working on the Dog Catcher exam.
Speaking about that, I’d made contact with a local Veterinarian and gotten some good material about dog handling. I really was making progress and on Friday was able to administer the Beta version to some of the PT’s. Friday was also the day that Sonny, Vi and I had to get our materials for the Monday Clerk Typing test together and to sign out a vehicle from the motor pool. Sonny was very thorough with his instructions to me because if he and Vi felt I was trained well enough he’d be excused from the duty. Actually, I was getting excited about the upcoming Monday.
To be continued...
Sunday, March 25, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87m)
The band legs of Bobbi's panties seemed exaggerated through the water soaked shorts but the white peeking out from the leg openings was really beautiful. The only thing better would’ve been if she wasn’t wearing the shorts at all. I was saved from Elle’s view because she was holding the bow (front) of the boat on the opposite side from where I was with the sail blocking her view. If she’d caught me I’m sure she would’ve seen drool in the corners of my mouth.
The wind came up during the race and Cat decided she wanted her husband to sail with her in the second race. At the end of the day, by the time we all came ashore, Bobbi was already gone. I couldn’t complain though. I can close my eyes and still see that butt wiggling it’s way up and into Cat’s boat. The only thing I remember about the racing was that I won the second one which was my first win of the season. It took long enough!
Elle’s wrist was quite sore after the races but by mid week she was no longer complaining. Up coming was the long Labor Day weekend which meant a number of things for us. Sunday was the last race day of the season to be followed that night with the awards presentations. Labor Day was also when we celebrated our father’s birthdays so it was definitely going to be a busy time for us. Buddy and Carol, our sailing friends, had called to let us know that they would be out to the family cottage for the weekend and made us promise to stop by and see them. I missed sailing with Buddy but wondered how we’d be able to squeeze that in on top of everything else.
Elle was definitely “up” for sailing when we got up that morning. It was a bit cool for August and when we headed out with the kids for her mother’s house it actually looked like it might rain. By the time we finally arrived at the sailing club the wind had picked up quite a bit and was “spitting” rain. Not the optimum conditions for comfort. As soon as Elle saw the white caps on the bay she started having some concerns. I remember telling her that she’d sailed in lot worse conditions.
I’d managed to get the broken hub somewhat fixed with a temporary repair but didn’t have time to try and attach it before the boats started launching for the races. We were about to move my boat to JR’s trailer so I could launch it when Buddy and Carol showed up. Elle was still complaining and, upon seeing Buddy, I asked if he wanted to sail with me. I remember him looking at Carol before answering but she kind of waved him towards my boat. The look on Elle’s face was of sheer happiness.
I won’t bore you with the trivia about the races. I’ll just say that Buddy and I worked very well in those conditions and we won both races. It was a fun way to end the season, for sure. However, I didn’t have a lot of time to bask in the glory. I still had to try and get the hub and wheel on the trailer axle so I could take the boat to my parents and store it for the Winter. I was wet and cold but had to give it a try... with little success. Time was also my enemy and we wanted to be back to club for the awards. I’d been let in on a little secret that JR was to get the prize for the best first year skipper and wanted to be there to see the look on his face. Since we were to be celebrating the combined birthdays at Elle's parents house on Labor Day I elected to go home to get cleaned up and to eat.
The cool, drizzly weather didn’t deter the junior sailors at all as it appeared that they had all shown up. Even though we got there late, JR, Bobbi and the other two junior instructors were still handing out awards. JR (and his parents) were very surprised when his award was given out. Afterwars, I remember JR’s father making a point of thanking me for working with him during the season. Another thing I remember about that night was Willy and his wife making a point of inviting Elle and I in to the city to visit them during the Winter. Elle was happy for that. Buddy stopped by for a few minutes and offered to help me with the troublesome wheel the next day. That was really a concern for me as I had to get the boat to my parents garage to store it for the Winter.
Buddy’s help the next morning was invaluable. The “fix” of the hub was truly temporary, at best, with the big question being would it hold up for the two plus miles to my parents. Buddy followed me as I “crawled“ the whole way, never going above 5 mph. Arriving in the driveway it felt as good as if I’d won a race. After getting the boat in place, as Buddy took off told me to stop at his place as Elle had left her sailing gear there. Since the party wasn’t until late afternoon I was headed home anyway.
I hadn’t seen their baby since earlier in the Summer. It got me to thinking that it wasn’t all that long before I’d have another one to consider. Carol was in the process of changing the baby when we walked in. She must’ve been changing her clothes as well as she only had a blouse on top and panties below. She was bending over the baby who was lying on the sofa, certainly not expecting to see me. Being just a small cottage she didn’t have all that many places to hide so just stood there, somewhat embarrassed. Truthfully, so was I. I mean, after all, she was a friend. Almost immediately I stepped back outside almost knocking Buddy off the steps. In all, I got maybe a five second look... but it was a good one, especially since I got to see her whole crotch.
It was maybe three or four minutes before she opened the door, laughing. She showed me the baby and, after giving me the clothes that Elle had left behind, made me promise that I’d bring Elle in to visit over the Winter. Two invites in two days. Not bad!
To be continued...
The band legs of Bobbi's panties seemed exaggerated through the water soaked shorts but the white peeking out from the leg openings was really beautiful. The only thing better would’ve been if she wasn’t wearing the shorts at all. I was saved from Elle’s view because she was holding the bow (front) of the boat on the opposite side from where I was with the sail blocking her view. If she’d caught me I’m sure she would’ve seen drool in the corners of my mouth.
The wind came up during the race and Cat decided she wanted her husband to sail with her in the second race. At the end of the day, by the time we all came ashore, Bobbi was already gone. I couldn’t complain though. I can close my eyes and still see that butt wiggling it’s way up and into Cat’s boat. The only thing I remember about the racing was that I won the second one which was my first win of the season. It took long enough!
Elle’s wrist was quite sore after the races but by mid week she was no longer complaining. Up coming was the long Labor Day weekend which meant a number of things for us. Sunday was the last race day of the season to be followed that night with the awards presentations. Labor Day was also when we celebrated our father’s birthdays so it was definitely going to be a busy time for us. Buddy and Carol, our sailing friends, had called to let us know that they would be out to the family cottage for the weekend and made us promise to stop by and see them. I missed sailing with Buddy but wondered how we’d be able to squeeze that in on top of everything else.
Elle was definitely “up” for sailing when we got up that morning. It was a bit cool for August and when we headed out with the kids for her mother’s house it actually looked like it might rain. By the time we finally arrived at the sailing club the wind had picked up quite a bit and was “spitting” rain. Not the optimum conditions for comfort. As soon as Elle saw the white caps on the bay she started having some concerns. I remember telling her that she’d sailed in lot worse conditions.
I’d managed to get the broken hub somewhat fixed with a temporary repair but didn’t have time to try and attach it before the boats started launching for the races. We were about to move my boat to JR’s trailer so I could launch it when Buddy and Carol showed up. Elle was still complaining and, upon seeing Buddy, I asked if he wanted to sail with me. I remember him looking at Carol before answering but she kind of waved him towards my boat. The look on Elle’s face was of sheer happiness.
I won’t bore you with the trivia about the races. I’ll just say that Buddy and I worked very well in those conditions and we won both races. It was a fun way to end the season, for sure. However, I didn’t have a lot of time to bask in the glory. I still had to try and get the hub and wheel on the trailer axle so I could take the boat to my parents and store it for the Winter. I was wet and cold but had to give it a try... with little success. Time was also my enemy and we wanted to be back to club for the awards. I’d been let in on a little secret that JR was to get the prize for the best first year skipper and wanted to be there to see the look on his face. Since we were to be celebrating the combined birthdays at Elle's parents house on Labor Day I elected to go home to get cleaned up and to eat.
The cool, drizzly weather didn’t deter the junior sailors at all as it appeared that they had all shown up. Even though we got there late, JR, Bobbi and the other two junior instructors were still handing out awards. JR (and his parents) were very surprised when his award was given out. Afterwars, I remember JR’s father making a point of thanking me for working with him during the season. Another thing I remember about that night was Willy and his wife making a point of inviting Elle and I in to the city to visit them during the Winter. Elle was happy for that. Buddy stopped by for a few minutes and offered to help me with the troublesome wheel the next day. That was really a concern for me as I had to get the boat to my parents garage to store it for the Winter.
Buddy’s help the next morning was invaluable. The “fix” of the hub was truly temporary, at best, with the big question being would it hold up for the two plus miles to my parents. Buddy followed me as I “crawled“ the whole way, never going above 5 mph. Arriving in the driveway it felt as good as if I’d won a race. After getting the boat in place, as Buddy took off told me to stop at his place as Elle had left her sailing gear there. Since the party wasn’t until late afternoon I was headed home anyway.
I hadn’t seen their baby since earlier in the Summer. It got me to thinking that it wasn’t all that long before I’d have another one to consider. Carol was in the process of changing the baby when we walked in. She must’ve been changing her clothes as well as she only had a blouse on top and panties below. She was bending over the baby who was lying on the sofa, certainly not expecting to see me. Being just a small cottage she didn’t have all that many places to hide so just stood there, somewhat embarrassed. Truthfully, so was I. I mean, after all, she was a friend. Almost immediately I stepped back outside almost knocking Buddy off the steps. In all, I got maybe a five second look... but it was a good one, especially since I got to see her whole crotch.
It was maybe three or four minutes before she opened the door, laughing. She showed me the baby and, after giving me the clothes that Elle had left behind, made me promise that I’d bring Elle in to visit over the Winter. Two invites in two days. Not bad!
To be continued...
Friday, March 23, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87l)
While Elle and Denise got to know each other JR and I discussed potential race strategy. Arriving at the host club I was a bit disappointed to find that we were in third place but weren’t out of the running for second. First was out of reach as Doug, from our club, had won both races. As we prepared the boat for launching I tried to encourage JR to be more aggressive at the start. I also got a nice VPL of Cat as we launched. She’d dropped something into the water and was trying to fish it out, oblivious to the view she was giving. JR caught me and I know I blushed. As we took off for the starting area I saw that Elle, Denise and another woman had settled on the porch of the building that served as the clubhouse. As I pointed them out to JR I took the liberty of asking why he and his sister didn’t seem to get along. He laughed. He said they pretty much did but he was a bit resentful that she was given “control” of him while his parents were away. She’d been away at college for three years and he’d been alone many times during that time when his parents were out. At about that point I made a comment about how pretty she was and he just wrinkled up his face. It was my turn to laugh.
With my urging, JR got up on the starting line and had a decent start. Avoiding the “hole” that I’d been warned about we managed to be near the leaders after the first time around the course. I had to hold my tongue so as not to tell JR what to do. I wanted him to think things out on his own like he had to do when his father sailed with him and not to rely on me. He was so close to qualifying for the National championships I was really tempted but I wanted him to earn it on his own. I had to keep after him to know his thinking. When it was diametrically opposed to mine I’d ask if that was his only choice forcing him to think a little deeper. We were in second place on the last leg heading for the finish when the wind died allowing the boats behind us to catch up. There was nothing we could do and I felt so bad for him as a number of boats sailed past.
We ended up fifth overall for the three races. it was still a great performance against the best in our territory and in only his first attempt. I give him all the credit because I never gave him a direct instruction. My influence had more to do with boat handling and agility rather than tactics. He was really disappointed. I couldn’t wait to see his father to tell him how well he had raced.
Back on land we were greeted by Elle and Denise. From shore they couldn’t tell who finished where although being the only black boat (with purple) it should’ve been somewhat easy. JR didn’t want to stick around for the trophy presentations but I told them that proper sailing etiquette called for him to do so. When the prizes were handed out the most surprised person there was JR when he got the prize for the best finish for a first time competitor.
My reward came when it came time to load the car up and leave. Although Elle’s pregnancy wasn’t an issue her wrist still wasn’t right and Denise insisted that she help put the equipment into the trunk. As I mentioned, she had worn a much more form fitting outfit. The fact that it was pale blue helped make the VPL very noticeable. But the “piece de resistance” was when she dropped the tool box and spilled a lot of them out. When she squatted down there was quite a view. Elle was resting against the front seat so couldn’t see where my eyes were focused. I looked at it as my reward for sailing with JR.
By the following Sunday Elle’s wrist was strong enough for her to give it a go. I’d called Bobbi and convinced her to show up at the club and to sign up on the crew list. It was good to see her... and even better to see what she was wearing. Elle had a few pair of short shorts that when she bent over there would be a little of her panties showing around her butt cheeks. Bobbi’s shorts were just about as short. If Elle hadn’t been there I would’ve found an excuse to follow her around waiting to see a peek of her panties. I was just hoping that she wasn’t going to change into a bathing suit if she did get a crew job.
JR’s father was there and I made a special point of telling him just how well JR had done in the Territorials. We had a good chat and I took it upon myself to mention how Elle and I thought Denise was not only beautiful but also a charming young lady. It was easy to see that he appreciated the comments. What was so strange was that I had absolutely nothing to gain by saying what I did. I said it because it was true.
My trailer was still blocked up without a wheel which meant that to get it into the water it would have to be carried about 90 to 100 feet. I’d asked a couple of guys to help but JR’s father suggested that we use his trailer after putting his boat in the water. I can tell you that there was more than one guy there who was thankful for the idea. Bobbi was standing there when we were doing it which meant that she hadn’t gotten a crew job. I felt bad since I was the one who’d gotten her to show up. I knew Elle wanted to sail so having Bobbi crew for me was out of the question. The winds were light and based upon the fact that Cat’s husband was over two hundred pounds I got the idea to ask if she’d let Bobbi sail with her. I’ll admit I was pleading a bit with her but she agreed. Sails were going up up and boats were leaving for the starting area when I told Bobbi. If she’d brought her bathing suit there was no time for her to change into it. I ended up getting my wish as I watched her wade out into the water to get to Cat’s boat. Cat’s husband was holding it so all she had to do was get in... and she did it the perfect way to give me what I was looking for. The water was too deep for her to just hop up on the deck and flip her legs up and into the cockpit. She had to flop face first onto the deck and then pull herself into the boat... with her wet butt pointed to the sky. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her until she was in the boat. WOW!
To be continued...
While Elle and Denise got to know each other JR and I discussed potential race strategy. Arriving at the host club I was a bit disappointed to find that we were in third place but weren’t out of the running for second. First was out of reach as Doug, from our club, had won both races. As we prepared the boat for launching I tried to encourage JR to be more aggressive at the start. I also got a nice VPL of Cat as we launched. She’d dropped something into the water and was trying to fish it out, oblivious to the view she was giving. JR caught me and I know I blushed. As we took off for the starting area I saw that Elle, Denise and another woman had settled on the porch of the building that served as the clubhouse. As I pointed them out to JR I took the liberty of asking why he and his sister didn’t seem to get along. He laughed. He said they pretty much did but he was a bit resentful that she was given “control” of him while his parents were away. She’d been away at college for three years and he’d been alone many times during that time when his parents were out. At about that point I made a comment about how pretty she was and he just wrinkled up his face. It was my turn to laugh.
With my urging, JR got up on the starting line and had a decent start. Avoiding the “hole” that I’d been warned about we managed to be near the leaders after the first time around the course. I had to hold my tongue so as not to tell JR what to do. I wanted him to think things out on his own like he had to do when his father sailed with him and not to rely on me. He was so close to qualifying for the National championships I was really tempted but I wanted him to earn it on his own. I had to keep after him to know his thinking. When it was diametrically opposed to mine I’d ask if that was his only choice forcing him to think a little deeper. We were in second place on the last leg heading for the finish when the wind died allowing the boats behind us to catch up. There was nothing we could do and I felt so bad for him as a number of boats sailed past.
We ended up fifth overall for the three races. it was still a great performance against the best in our territory and in only his first attempt. I give him all the credit because I never gave him a direct instruction. My influence had more to do with boat handling and agility rather than tactics. He was really disappointed. I couldn’t wait to see his father to tell him how well he had raced.
Back on land we were greeted by Elle and Denise. From shore they couldn’t tell who finished where although being the only black boat (with purple) it should’ve been somewhat easy. JR didn’t want to stick around for the trophy presentations but I told them that proper sailing etiquette called for him to do so. When the prizes were handed out the most surprised person there was JR when he got the prize for the best finish for a first time competitor.
My reward came when it came time to load the car up and leave. Although Elle’s pregnancy wasn’t an issue her wrist still wasn’t right and Denise insisted that she help put the equipment into the trunk. As I mentioned, she had worn a much more form fitting outfit. The fact that it was pale blue helped make the VPL very noticeable. But the “piece de resistance” was when she dropped the tool box and spilled a lot of them out. When she squatted down there was quite a view. Elle was resting against the front seat so couldn’t see where my eyes were focused. I looked at it as my reward for sailing with JR.
By the following Sunday Elle’s wrist was strong enough for her to give it a go. I’d called Bobbi and convinced her to show up at the club and to sign up on the crew list. It was good to see her... and even better to see what she was wearing. Elle had a few pair of short shorts that when she bent over there would be a little of her panties showing around her butt cheeks. Bobbi’s shorts were just about as short. If Elle hadn’t been there I would’ve found an excuse to follow her around waiting to see a peek of her panties. I was just hoping that she wasn’t going to change into a bathing suit if she did get a crew job.
JR’s father was there and I made a special point of telling him just how well JR had done in the Territorials. We had a good chat and I took it upon myself to mention how Elle and I thought Denise was not only beautiful but also a charming young lady. It was easy to see that he appreciated the comments. What was so strange was that I had absolutely nothing to gain by saying what I did. I said it because it was true.
My trailer was still blocked up without a wheel which meant that to get it into the water it would have to be carried about 90 to 100 feet. I’d asked a couple of guys to help but JR’s father suggested that we use his trailer after putting his boat in the water. I can tell you that there was more than one guy there who was thankful for the idea. Bobbi was standing there when we were doing it which meant that she hadn’t gotten a crew job. I felt bad since I was the one who’d gotten her to show up. I knew Elle wanted to sail so having Bobbi crew for me was out of the question. The winds were light and based upon the fact that Cat’s husband was over two hundred pounds I got the idea to ask if she’d let Bobbi sail with her. I’ll admit I was pleading a bit with her but she agreed. Sails were going up up and boats were leaving for the starting area when I told Bobbi. If she’d brought her bathing suit there was no time for her to change into it. I ended up getting my wish as I watched her wade out into the water to get to Cat’s boat. Cat’s husband was holding it so all she had to do was get in... and she did it the perfect way to give me what I was looking for. The water was too deep for her to just hop up on the deck and flip her legs up and into the cockpit. She had to flop face first onto the deck and then pull herself into the boat... with her wet butt pointed to the sky. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her until she was in the boat. WOW!
To be continued...
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87k)
JR had no interest in babies or the females that were there. He got me to leave the group by saying he wanted me to check something out on the boat. I remember looking under the deck but I don’t remember actually changing anything. I really didn’t know that much about JR’s other interests so I asked him what they were. At his age mine were cars (street and race), girls (primarily Elle) and sports (mostly hockey). The only one he mentioned was sports as he played on his high school baseball team. I prodded him on other interests and he admitted that he and his father were model train enthusiasts. My brother and I had, at one time, a rather large layout so I finally had something other than sailing to talk to him about. We both had Lionel trains which gave me a little more credibility. By the time they called us to race the second race we were really into it.
The prevailing Southerly had come in as expected and we had to really ”work“. Although JR’s father was heavier than I was, being almost 20 years older and not in good physical shape, he couldn’t use his added weight to help in windy conditions. I, on the other hand, was in good shape and could really get outboard to hold the boat down in the stronger wind. In spite of another poor start we managed to eke out a third place finish. He was really excited because, by our calculations, he was second in the standings.
When we arrived back at the shore we were both surprised to see Denise in swimming. There were three or four women who were just bobbing around. JR yelled something at her and she just waved him off. We had the boat out of the water and on the trailer when she came out of the water. I‘d been pretty sure that she didn’t have any clothes other than what she was wearing when she got in the car. I distinctly remember her pulling her blouse out and off her breasts. Although never disinterested in a female’s upper half, it was the lower part, especially when wet, that had my undivided attention. Unfortunately, the fact that her shorts were a bit baggy prevented me from seeing the VPL I was hoping to for but I could see the outline of her panties as she walked past us. I had to wait until we were leaving to get what I really wanted. My car was a two door so that meant she had to bend over to get in the back. Although she got in on the passenger side I was there to get the view. Her shorts had somewhat dried by then but there was still enough dampness to make for a memorable VPL.
Once in the car I asked what had made her decide to go swimming. ”Ants“ was her answer. When she and the others had picked out a spot to settle they didn’t see the ant hills that were there. After lunch they had stayed in the same place and she said she fell asleep. When she woke up she felt something funny on her arms and legs. It was a whole bunch of tiny ants crawling all over her (and a couple of the others). They tried to brush them off but discovered that they had crawled up into their clothes. She said someone suggested that they go drown them by going swimming. She was the only one without a bathing suit. I was glad that they had.
Back at Jr and Denise’s house JR invited me in to see his train layout. We headed for the basement and Denise went upstairs. I have to admit that his train layout was far superior to the one my brother and I had. I was impressed. I stayed far longer than I’d wanted and when I got to the car I remembered that JR’s sails were in the trunk and needed to be hung out to dry. I lugged them to the back yard and was greeted with the most pleasant of sights... panties on the clothes line. There were three of them there with one of them having a very distinctive crotch. I knew I’d seen this type panty before but as I stared at them I couldn’t think of where it had been. There was no mistaking them as the crotch was totally different. Basically the same in front, the back wasn’t the typical half moon but was an inverted V. Thankfully, no one was there as I stared at them. I unrolled the sails onto the lawn while keeping my eye on them blowing gently in the wind. As much as I hated to I went to the kitchen door and got the attention of Denise. I told her I had to get going and to tell JR about the sails. It was perfect. As I stood there talking to her I could visualize the panties on the line behind me caressing her hips. A nice thought for driving home.
I’d not given any thought to racing the car that night but I had told Jim that I might go to watch. By the time I pulled up at home it was almost 7pm and I was in need of a shower and food. Elle was in a very good mood and that was the ”clincher” for me not to go.
She surprised me Sunday morning and asked if she could go with me. I’d told her that Ruthie had brought the baby and that got her attention. I told her we’d have to leave the kids with her mother as it was likely that JR’s sister would be going as well. The extra time to drop the kids off got me to JR’s a little late. He and Denise were waiting. I distinctly remember Elle commenting on how beautiful Denise was as we drove up. She was wearing a much better fitting short set because I remember thinking that it would have been perfect for her swim the day before.
To be continued...
JR had no interest in babies or the females that were there. He got me to leave the group by saying he wanted me to check something out on the boat. I remember looking under the deck but I don’t remember actually changing anything. I really didn’t know that much about JR’s other interests so I asked him what they were. At his age mine were cars (street and race), girls (primarily Elle) and sports (mostly hockey). The only one he mentioned was sports as he played on his high school baseball team. I prodded him on other interests and he admitted that he and his father were model train enthusiasts. My brother and I had, at one time, a rather large layout so I finally had something other than sailing to talk to him about. We both had Lionel trains which gave me a little more credibility. By the time they called us to race the second race we were really into it.
The prevailing Southerly had come in as expected and we had to really ”work“. Although JR’s father was heavier than I was, being almost 20 years older and not in good physical shape, he couldn’t use his added weight to help in windy conditions. I, on the other hand, was in good shape and could really get outboard to hold the boat down in the stronger wind. In spite of another poor start we managed to eke out a third place finish. He was really excited because, by our calculations, he was second in the standings.
When we arrived back at the shore we were both surprised to see Denise in swimming. There were three or four women who were just bobbing around. JR yelled something at her and she just waved him off. We had the boat out of the water and on the trailer when she came out of the water. I‘d been pretty sure that she didn’t have any clothes other than what she was wearing when she got in the car. I distinctly remember her pulling her blouse out and off her breasts. Although never disinterested in a female’s upper half, it was the lower part, especially when wet, that had my undivided attention. Unfortunately, the fact that her shorts were a bit baggy prevented me from seeing the VPL I was hoping to for but I could see the outline of her panties as she walked past us. I had to wait until we were leaving to get what I really wanted. My car was a two door so that meant she had to bend over to get in the back. Although she got in on the passenger side I was there to get the view. Her shorts had somewhat dried by then but there was still enough dampness to make for a memorable VPL.
Once in the car I asked what had made her decide to go swimming. ”Ants“ was her answer. When she and the others had picked out a spot to settle they didn’t see the ant hills that were there. After lunch they had stayed in the same place and she said she fell asleep. When she woke up she felt something funny on her arms and legs. It was a whole bunch of tiny ants crawling all over her (and a couple of the others). They tried to brush them off but discovered that they had crawled up into their clothes. She said someone suggested that they go drown them by going swimming. She was the only one without a bathing suit. I was glad that they had.
Back at Jr and Denise’s house JR invited me in to see his train layout. We headed for the basement and Denise went upstairs. I have to admit that his train layout was far superior to the one my brother and I had. I was impressed. I stayed far longer than I’d wanted and when I got to the car I remembered that JR’s sails were in the trunk and needed to be hung out to dry. I lugged them to the back yard and was greeted with the most pleasant of sights... panties on the clothes line. There were three of them there with one of them having a very distinctive crotch. I knew I’d seen this type panty before but as I stared at them I couldn’t think of where it had been. There was no mistaking them as the crotch was totally different. Basically the same in front, the back wasn’t the typical half moon but was an inverted V. Thankfully, no one was there as I stared at them. I unrolled the sails onto the lawn while keeping my eye on them blowing gently in the wind. As much as I hated to I went to the kitchen door and got the attention of Denise. I told her I had to get going and to tell JR about the sails. It was perfect. As I stood there talking to her I could visualize the panties on the line behind me caressing her hips. A nice thought for driving home.
I’d not given any thought to racing the car that night but I had told Jim that I might go to watch. By the time I pulled up at home it was almost 7pm and I was in need of a shower and food. Elle was in a very good mood and that was the ”clincher” for me not to go.
She surprised me Sunday morning and asked if she could go with me. I’d told her that Ruthie had brought the baby and that got her attention. I told her we’d have to leave the kids with her mother as it was likely that JR’s sister would be going as well. The extra time to drop the kids off got me to JR’s a little late. He and Denise were waiting. I distinctly remember Elle commenting on how beautiful Denise was as we drove up. She was wearing a much better fitting short set because I remember thinking that it would have been perfect for her swim the day before.
To be continued...
Monday, March 19, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87j)
I was anxious to ask about the trailer but managed to hold back. We sailed the first race and during it I noticed that he had a bad habit during one maneuver that certainly wasn’t helping his performance. I asked if he’d let me sail the next race and I wanted him to watch the way I performed the maneuver. I wasn’t concerned about our finish since the races were ”for fun“ anyway. He seemed to grasp the concept and in the last race he did a much better job at it. He seemed to be very appreciative and I took that as my opportunity to ”pop the question“.
But... before I did, he hit me with one... that really surprised me. I honestly don’t know how he got the information that I wouldn’t be able to race in the National championships if I did qualify, but he knew. His question to me was to ask if I’d sail with him. That told me that he fully intended to race on the weekend and that the use of his trailer was out of the question. Bummer!
I really didn’t have an answer for him. My intention had been to race my boat regardless... provided I could get it to the venue. I think the first words from my mouth were to ask about his father who had been his crew since he’d started racing. I think I've mentioned that his father was president of a local bank. The reason he wasn’t sailing that day was that he (and his mother) were at a banking conference and that when it was over they were going to visit some family in that area. I was somewhat flattered by his asking. I think I hemmed and hawed a bit finally telling him I’d have to let him know. He didn’t ”push“ the issue so we talked about his sister.
She was four years older than JR and her name was Denise. She was attending a girls college in New England and had just returned from a Summer session on Sunday. I could tell from the way he talked about her that there was some ”tension“ between them... especially at the present time. I gathered that she was basically chaperoning him at the present time and he sorely resented it. I won't say that he was "pleading" with me but he did mention that if I didn't he'd have to sail with his sister.
When I left for home I was no closer to finding a trailer I could borrow than when I arrived. There was one "long shot" hope and that was to borrow Buddy’s trailer since he wasn’t racing. I knew he’d let me but the biggest problem would be the logistics of having to go to his home in near the city, find a place to put his boat while I had the trailer, (it couldn’t just be put on the ground but had to be in a cradle) and then come back and get my boat onto his trailer. By the time I pulled up at home I was starting to think that sailing with JR would probably be a better idea. I called JR when I got home from work on Thursday night. I could tell from his voice that he was excited. I reminded him that if he qualified that I wouldn’t be able to sail in the championships. That didn’t bother him at all.
Even though his father had put a hitch on their car I told JR I’d be happier if we used mine. When I arrived at the sailing club early Saturday morning JR was already there with his boat ready to be trailed. What I didn’t expect was that his sister would be there as well. A nice surprise! A bigger surprise was that she was going with us.
I’d raced at the host sailing club once before. It was at least eight or maybe nine years before which meant I didn’t have a lot of local knowledge. However, the guy who had sailed with me that Summer that I had my big disappointment in the championships had sailed out of there for years. I was still in contact with him from time to time so I called him. The ”scoop“ wasn’t so much on what to do and where to go but rather what not to do and where not to go. As JR and I set the boat up I went over that information with him. Denise had found a shade tree to lean against and started reading a book. I don’t know if JR caught me but every so often my eyes would look over at her. She was wearing a pair of light yellow shorts and a sleeveless blouse. I remember both seemed baggy which was a disappointment. But, even with that, she was still quite something to look at.
As far as racing went, there was one thing that JR had to improve on and that was his starts. He was timid and by the time things sorted out we were mid fleet (around 20 boats). However, the boat was fast and with the trick I'd shown him he managed to end up fourth. Part of that was due to the fact that we avoided the ”hole“ which my old sailing friend had warned me about. When we came ashore for the lunch break Denise was waiting for us. JR didn’t seem too happy about that but I struck up a conversation with her. She’d managed to get in with some of the others from our sailing club who had gathered under a grove of trees. One of them was Ruthie (Jimbo was her husband) who had brought their baby. Of course, for the women, that was the main attraction, Denise included. From where I was seated when she lay down on her side to play with the baby I had a nice look up the leg opening of her shorts. Although her presence had somewhat muted JR’s personality, that little peek was worth it. However, it was only for a brief few seconds which left me wanting more.
To be continued...
I was anxious to ask about the trailer but managed to hold back. We sailed the first race and during it I noticed that he had a bad habit during one maneuver that certainly wasn’t helping his performance. I asked if he’d let me sail the next race and I wanted him to watch the way I performed the maneuver. I wasn’t concerned about our finish since the races were ”for fun“ anyway. He seemed to grasp the concept and in the last race he did a much better job at it. He seemed to be very appreciative and I took that as my opportunity to ”pop the question“.
But... before I did, he hit me with one... that really surprised me. I honestly don’t know how he got the information that I wouldn’t be able to race in the National championships if I did qualify, but he knew. His question to me was to ask if I’d sail with him. That told me that he fully intended to race on the weekend and that the use of his trailer was out of the question. Bummer!
I really didn’t have an answer for him. My intention had been to race my boat regardless... provided I could get it to the venue. I think the first words from my mouth were to ask about his father who had been his crew since he’d started racing. I think I've mentioned that his father was president of a local bank. The reason he wasn’t sailing that day was that he (and his mother) were at a banking conference and that when it was over they were going to visit some family in that area. I was somewhat flattered by his asking. I think I hemmed and hawed a bit finally telling him I’d have to let him know. He didn’t ”push“ the issue so we talked about his sister.
She was four years older than JR and her name was Denise. She was attending a girls college in New England and had just returned from a Summer session on Sunday. I could tell from the way he talked about her that there was some ”tension“ between them... especially at the present time. I gathered that she was basically chaperoning him at the present time and he sorely resented it. I won't say that he was "pleading" with me but he did mention that if I didn't he'd have to sail with his sister.
When I left for home I was no closer to finding a trailer I could borrow than when I arrived. There was one "long shot" hope and that was to borrow Buddy’s trailer since he wasn’t racing. I knew he’d let me but the biggest problem would be the logistics of having to go to his home in near the city, find a place to put his boat while I had the trailer, (it couldn’t just be put on the ground but had to be in a cradle) and then come back and get my boat onto his trailer. By the time I pulled up at home I was starting to think that sailing with JR would probably be a better idea. I called JR when I got home from work on Thursday night. I could tell from his voice that he was excited. I reminded him that if he qualified that I wouldn’t be able to sail in the championships. That didn’t bother him at all.
Even though his father had put a hitch on their car I told JR I’d be happier if we used mine. When I arrived at the sailing club early Saturday morning JR was already there with his boat ready to be trailed. What I didn’t expect was that his sister would be there as well. A nice surprise! A bigger surprise was that she was going with us.
I’d raced at the host sailing club once before. It was at least eight or maybe nine years before which meant I didn’t have a lot of local knowledge. However, the guy who had sailed with me that Summer that I had my big disappointment in the championships had sailed out of there for years. I was still in contact with him from time to time so I called him. The ”scoop“ wasn’t so much on what to do and where to go but rather what not to do and where not to go. As JR and I set the boat up I went over that information with him. Denise had found a shade tree to lean against and started reading a book. I don’t know if JR caught me but every so often my eyes would look over at her. She was wearing a pair of light yellow shorts and a sleeveless blouse. I remember both seemed baggy which was a disappointment. But, even with that, she was still quite something to look at.
As far as racing went, there was one thing that JR had to improve on and that was his starts. He was timid and by the time things sorted out we were mid fleet (around 20 boats). However, the boat was fast and with the trick I'd shown him he managed to end up fourth. Part of that was due to the fact that we avoided the ”hole“ which my old sailing friend had warned me about. When we came ashore for the lunch break Denise was waiting for us. JR didn’t seem too happy about that but I struck up a conversation with her. She’d managed to get in with some of the others from our sailing club who had gathered under a grove of trees. One of them was Ruthie (Jimbo was her husband) who had brought their baby. Of course, for the women, that was the main attraction, Denise included. From where I was seated when she lay down on her side to play with the baby I had a nice look up the leg opening of her shorts. Although her presence had somewhat muted JR’s personality, that little peek was worth it. However, it was only for a brief few seconds which left me wanting more.
To be continued...
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87i)
Once in bed, my thoughts weren’t on Elle but were on trying to figure out what to do about the trailer hub, tire and possibly the axle itself. By morning I had the start of a plan. Richie, the husband of the girl/woman who had looked after our kids while Elle taught the last weeks of school, came to mind. I’d raced the stock car on Saturday night and Richie had come as a pit crew member. He lived about 10 minutes from the sailing club and had the equipment necessary to get the offending wheel bearing off the axle
Elle did fix breakfast for me but was still giving me the ”silent treatment“. Because Monday’s were when the Clerk Typist exams were given at work there was no way to come home for lunch. I had to wait until after work to see if Elle had cooled down enough for me to have a conversation with her. Arriving home it was as if nothing had happened. She was smiling and carried on like Sunday had never happened. I remember thinking to myself that trying to get into the psyche of a female was a waste of time. Long story short... she’d found the catalog on the table and was somewhat intrigued by it. Then, going outside, she saw the damaged hub/wheel on the picnic table. They gave her a ”clue“ that something had come up to cause me to be late. I finally got a chance to explain and she had nothing to say. I would’ve liked an ”I’m sorry“ but was satisfied that we were back talking again.
I explained the source of the catalog and told her of the offer on the underwear. I hadn’t looked at the catalog other than the page that Ali had shown me. Elle proceeded to turn the page and showed me the choices for ladies as well as kids and teens. I, of course, was familiar with the Lollipop band leg cotton panties but I saw they also made nylon panties as well. I found that to be very interesting. However, now that my ”Elle“ problem was solved it was back to the boat trailer problem.
I called Richie and he said he would meet me at the sailing club in about an hour. I ”wolfed“ my supper down and headed out. He was already there when I arrived and was trying to get the troubled bearing off using by heat from his acetylene torch. Even with that he couldn’t get it to budge. He noted that there was so much rust on the axle that it was almost as if it were welded on. Using the torch he proceeded to cut it off. To do it he had to lay under the trailer and when he did he called for me to climb under as well. He could see that the rear bracket holding the spring on was pulling out from the frame of the trailer. I asked if he could weld it back and of course he said he could. The first strike he made with the welding rod didn’t go well. He burned a hole right through the frame. He was all apologetic but said he could fix it. The second try was just the same as the first. He climbed back out from under the trailer, took off his helmet and said that I needed a new trailer.
I’d been worried about the cost of a hub, tire and possibly an axle and now he was telling me I needed a new trailer. The look on my face must’ve been one of pure shock. The trailer was nine years old. They hadn’t started making galvanized boat trailers back in those days so this was a steel trailer that had been painted at the factory. During the hurricanes of 1954 and 1955 it had been submerged in salt water. Although eventually rinsed of with fresh water, it had been in close proximity to salt water and salt air from that time forward. The rust started in just about any place that anything had been welded to the frame and it was now just a shell.
My first thought was of the $300 dollars that had been discovered in my trust account but, having told Elle about it, the thought of using it was quickly dismissed. We’d started an account for the upcoming baby and I knew it was ”hands off“. With a new trailer pretty much out of the question the next question was would I be able to get the boat and trailer home at the end of the season. Richie said he could make up a strap to hold the spring and that it would not need to be welded. As soon as he left I began the next worry phase.
The upcoming weekend sailing event was the biggest of the season. I’ve explained it in past posts but basically the top finishers qualified to go to the National championships. Even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to attend them if I did qualify, I enjoyed the competition as it was the best in our territory. So now I was trying to figure who I might be able to borrow a trailer from.
Basically, I spent most of my free time on Tuesday making phone calls but to no avail. I knew that members who lived locally or who were on vacation would show up at the club on Wednesday nights and than hold some informal races. I’d never participated because of the extended hours I worked in the Data Processing department. I decided to go hoping to find someone who just might help me out. There were a number of boats down by the water ready to be launched when I arrived. One was JR. Remembering that he’d said that his father had yet to put a trailer hitch on their car I got the idea to ask him if I could borrow his trailer.
He seemed glad to see me but before I could ask my question he asked if I could sail with him. He was almost pleading. I wasn’t dressed for it so asked him who had he planned on using. He pointed to the clubhouse and there on the steps were three females. Even though I’d only seen his sister one time I recognized her. There were some pretty girls in the area but his sister was truly beautiful. I asked if he was pointing to his sister and the look on his face gave the answer. I quickly decided that I’d join him, hoping that by doing so that he’d let me borrow his trailer for the weekend.
To be continued...
Once in bed, my thoughts weren’t on Elle but were on trying to figure out what to do about the trailer hub, tire and possibly the axle itself. By morning I had the start of a plan. Richie, the husband of the girl/woman who had looked after our kids while Elle taught the last weeks of school, came to mind. I’d raced the stock car on Saturday night and Richie had come as a pit crew member. He lived about 10 minutes from the sailing club and had the equipment necessary to get the offending wheel bearing off the axle
Elle did fix breakfast for me but was still giving me the ”silent treatment“. Because Monday’s were when the Clerk Typist exams were given at work there was no way to come home for lunch. I had to wait until after work to see if Elle had cooled down enough for me to have a conversation with her. Arriving home it was as if nothing had happened. She was smiling and carried on like Sunday had never happened. I remember thinking to myself that trying to get into the psyche of a female was a waste of time. Long story short... she’d found the catalog on the table and was somewhat intrigued by it. Then, going outside, she saw the damaged hub/wheel on the picnic table. They gave her a ”clue“ that something had come up to cause me to be late. I finally got a chance to explain and she had nothing to say. I would’ve liked an ”I’m sorry“ but was satisfied that we were back talking again.
I explained the source of the catalog and told her of the offer on the underwear. I hadn’t looked at the catalog other than the page that Ali had shown me. Elle proceeded to turn the page and showed me the choices for ladies as well as kids and teens. I, of course, was familiar with the Lollipop band leg cotton panties but I saw they also made nylon panties as well. I found that to be very interesting. However, now that my ”Elle“ problem was solved it was back to the boat trailer problem.
I called Richie and he said he would meet me at the sailing club in about an hour. I ”wolfed“ my supper down and headed out. He was already there when I arrived and was trying to get the troubled bearing off using by heat from his acetylene torch. Even with that he couldn’t get it to budge. He noted that there was so much rust on the axle that it was almost as if it were welded on. Using the torch he proceeded to cut it off. To do it he had to lay under the trailer and when he did he called for me to climb under as well. He could see that the rear bracket holding the spring on was pulling out from the frame of the trailer. I asked if he could weld it back and of course he said he could. The first strike he made with the welding rod didn’t go well. He burned a hole right through the frame. He was all apologetic but said he could fix it. The second try was just the same as the first. He climbed back out from under the trailer, took off his helmet and said that I needed a new trailer.
I’d been worried about the cost of a hub, tire and possibly an axle and now he was telling me I needed a new trailer. The look on my face must’ve been one of pure shock. The trailer was nine years old. They hadn’t started making galvanized boat trailers back in those days so this was a steel trailer that had been painted at the factory. During the hurricanes of 1954 and 1955 it had been submerged in salt water. Although eventually rinsed of with fresh water, it had been in close proximity to salt water and salt air from that time forward. The rust started in just about any place that anything had been welded to the frame and it was now just a shell.
My first thought was of the $300 dollars that had been discovered in my trust account but, having told Elle about it, the thought of using it was quickly dismissed. We’d started an account for the upcoming baby and I knew it was ”hands off“. With a new trailer pretty much out of the question the next question was would I be able to get the boat and trailer home at the end of the season. Richie said he could make up a strap to hold the spring and that it would not need to be welded. As soon as he left I began the next worry phase.
The upcoming weekend sailing event was the biggest of the season. I’ve explained it in past posts but basically the top finishers qualified to go to the National championships. Even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to attend them if I did qualify, I enjoyed the competition as it was the best in our territory. So now I was trying to figure who I might be able to borrow a trailer from.
Basically, I spent most of my free time on Tuesday making phone calls but to no avail. I knew that members who lived locally or who were on vacation would show up at the club on Wednesday nights and than hold some informal races. I’d never participated because of the extended hours I worked in the Data Processing department. I decided to go hoping to find someone who just might help me out. There were a number of boats down by the water ready to be launched when I arrived. One was JR. Remembering that he’d said that his father had yet to put a trailer hitch on their car I got the idea to ask him if I could borrow his trailer.
He seemed glad to see me but before I could ask my question he asked if I could sail with him. He was almost pleading. I wasn’t dressed for it so asked him who had he planned on using. He pointed to the clubhouse and there on the steps were three females. Even though I’d only seen his sister one time I recognized her. There were some pretty girls in the area but his sister was truly beautiful. I asked if he was pointing to his sister and the look on his face gave the answer. I quickly decided that I’d join him, hoping that by doing so that he’d let me borrow his trailer for the weekend.
To be continued...
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87 h)
As I left the club my ”plan“ was to call home from my parents house when I put the sails away. The only thing was that they weren’t home. The next choice was Elle’s parents but as I headed that way I saw two cars parked out in front. I was still in my sailing clothes and full of sand from climbing under the boat and trailer and frustrated as hell. The last thing I wanted at that point in time was to be ”social“ with people I didn’t know. I still had to return Bobbi’s clothes and hoped that Peggy would let me call Elle. Before I headed there I finally took the time to inspect Bobbi’s bra and panties. The panties were a pale blue and the way they were mixed in with the other clothes the label was face up... Lollipop, size 16. I pulled them out and, naturally, took a close look at the crotch. There was a little discharge showing but other than that looked like they were brand new. Spreading them out on the seat they looked to be about the same size as Elle’s Carter’s size 16 Spanky Pants. I remember thinking that it was ironic that Bobbi was 16 and so were her panties. With her bra right there I took a look at that as well. Maidenform... 34B, just the same as Elle. The nametag brought a smile to my face as I remembered that the father of my roommate from my senior year at boarding school handled the advertising for the company. ”I dreamed I was .... in my Maidenform bra“ was their slogan.
When I knocked on the door, Ali answered. She had a bowl in her hand as she answered and invited me in. I saw Peggy sitting at the kitchen table and it was obvious that they were eating. I asked for Bobbi but was told that she’d gone to the movies. I explained that I was returning the clothes she’d left in my boat. Peggy responded that she wondered where she’d left them and laughed. She went on that Bobbi’s clothes turned up ”all over the place“. I asked if I could call home and was told to go right ahead. As expected, Elle was upset and she wasn’t interested in excuses. Going back to when I was working in the Data processing department we’d worked out an agreement that if I didn’t call by 6pm to say I’d be late I was on my own for supper. I tried to tell her that it really wasn’t my fault but she wasn’t interested. Something in the conversation gave Peggy the idea that I wasn’t going to get fed when I got home and as soon as I hung up she invited me to have some clam chowder with them. She said that they had just made it that afternoon. I’d not had anything to eat since I left home at around 10 am so I didn’t have to be coaxed.
We sat and chatted for quite a while. I found out quite a bit about Ali who I barely remembered from the days I delivered newspapers. She started working in a small clothing store owned by friends of the family when still in high school. She never went to college but continued working in retail. When her parents had died she took her inheritance and purchased a small women’s clothing boutique. She said she was presently in the process of changing it over to offer more children’s and junior miss clothing. It was almost as if a switch had been thrown after she said that. I remember her leaning forward in her chair towards me and anxiously asking how old my kids were. I told her they were four and almost three. She seemed to get closer when she said she could give me some ”real good deals“ on clothes for them.
I’ve never felt comfortable when being ”sold“ and she was definitely selling to me. I don’t know if I came across the way I wanted but I told her that Elle and I had pretty much met our kids clothing needs by buying them at a thrift shop run by our church. I remember her backing away a bit and after a few seconds she asked what about underwear saying that we certainly weren’t buying them used. She was right and I don’t think I said anything. With that she went back to her ”sell“ mode. She got up and, still talking, went into another room but returned quickly. She had a catalog in her hand and proceeded to ask me if the kids wore Lollipop panties and undershirts. When I said they wore Carter’s she wrinkled up her nose and stated, quite firmly, that Lollipop was better.
She put the catalog down on the table and opened it to a page listing girls panties and pointed to the price. She asked if we paid more than the price she was pointing to on the page and I didn’t really know. Still in her somewhat haughty tone she then said that if Elle and I drove in to her store, just to take a look, that she would sell us the kids underwear at basically her cost. If we’d been talking about panties for Elle I would’ve been excited. I hemmed and hawed a bit saying that I’d have to talk with Elle. Peggy, sensing that I wasn’t going to make a commitment, suggested that maybe I could take the catalog home to show Elle. It took Ali a few seconds to make up her mind but she picked it up and handed it to me.
Back in the car my eye caught the damaged hub lying on the floor. It was definitely a problem but the more immediate one was Elle. I hated it when she would cut off all conversation and I pretty much knew that’s what it would be like when I arrived home. At home, I brought the hub and wheel with me hoping that I’d get a chance to explain. I left it out on the picnic table on the patio but I did bring the catalog inside and put it on the dining room table. Elle was watching TV and basically didn’t even acknowledge me. I ended up taking a shower and when I came back into the living room Elle proceeded to get up and head for the bedroom without saying a word. Since I didn’t feel that I’d done anything that bad I decided that I wasn’t going to sleep on the couch. After watching some TV I headed for bed.
To be continued...
As I left the club my ”plan“ was to call home from my parents house when I put the sails away. The only thing was that they weren’t home. The next choice was Elle’s parents but as I headed that way I saw two cars parked out in front. I was still in my sailing clothes and full of sand from climbing under the boat and trailer and frustrated as hell. The last thing I wanted at that point in time was to be ”social“ with people I didn’t know. I still had to return Bobbi’s clothes and hoped that Peggy would let me call Elle. Before I headed there I finally took the time to inspect Bobbi’s bra and panties. The panties were a pale blue and the way they were mixed in with the other clothes the label was face up... Lollipop, size 16. I pulled them out and, naturally, took a close look at the crotch. There was a little discharge showing but other than that looked like they were brand new. Spreading them out on the seat they looked to be about the same size as Elle’s Carter’s size 16 Spanky Pants. I remember thinking that it was ironic that Bobbi was 16 and so were her panties. With her bra right there I took a look at that as well. Maidenform... 34B, just the same as Elle. The nametag brought a smile to my face as I remembered that the father of my roommate from my senior year at boarding school handled the advertising for the company. ”I dreamed I was .... in my Maidenform bra“ was their slogan.
When I knocked on the door, Ali answered. She had a bowl in her hand as she answered and invited me in. I saw Peggy sitting at the kitchen table and it was obvious that they were eating. I asked for Bobbi but was told that she’d gone to the movies. I explained that I was returning the clothes she’d left in my boat. Peggy responded that she wondered where she’d left them and laughed. She went on that Bobbi’s clothes turned up ”all over the place“. I asked if I could call home and was told to go right ahead. As expected, Elle was upset and she wasn’t interested in excuses. Going back to when I was working in the Data processing department we’d worked out an agreement that if I didn’t call by 6pm to say I’d be late I was on my own for supper. I tried to tell her that it really wasn’t my fault but she wasn’t interested. Something in the conversation gave Peggy the idea that I wasn’t going to get fed when I got home and as soon as I hung up she invited me to have some clam chowder with them. She said that they had just made it that afternoon. I’d not had anything to eat since I left home at around 10 am so I didn’t have to be coaxed.
We sat and chatted for quite a while. I found out quite a bit about Ali who I barely remembered from the days I delivered newspapers. She started working in a small clothing store owned by friends of the family when still in high school. She never went to college but continued working in retail. When her parents had died she took her inheritance and purchased a small women’s clothing boutique. She said she was presently in the process of changing it over to offer more children’s and junior miss clothing. It was almost as if a switch had been thrown after she said that. I remember her leaning forward in her chair towards me and anxiously asking how old my kids were. I told her they were four and almost three. She seemed to get closer when she said she could give me some ”real good deals“ on clothes for them.
I’ve never felt comfortable when being ”sold“ and she was definitely selling to me. I don’t know if I came across the way I wanted but I told her that Elle and I had pretty much met our kids clothing needs by buying them at a thrift shop run by our church. I remember her backing away a bit and after a few seconds she asked what about underwear saying that we certainly weren’t buying them used. She was right and I don’t think I said anything. With that she went back to her ”sell“ mode. She got up and, still talking, went into another room but returned quickly. She had a catalog in her hand and proceeded to ask me if the kids wore Lollipop panties and undershirts. When I said they wore Carter’s she wrinkled up her nose and stated, quite firmly, that Lollipop was better.
She put the catalog down on the table and opened it to a page listing girls panties and pointed to the price. She asked if we paid more than the price she was pointing to on the page and I didn’t really know. Still in her somewhat haughty tone she then said that if Elle and I drove in to her store, just to take a look, that she would sell us the kids underwear at basically her cost. If we’d been talking about panties for Elle I would’ve been excited. I hemmed and hawed a bit saying that I’d have to talk with Elle. Peggy, sensing that I wasn’t going to make a commitment, suggested that maybe I could take the catalog home to show Elle. It took Ali a few seconds to make up her mind but she picked it up and handed it to me.
Back in the car my eye caught the damaged hub lying on the floor. It was definitely a problem but the more immediate one was Elle. I hated it when she would cut off all conversation and I pretty much knew that’s what it would be like when I arrived home. At home, I brought the hub and wheel with me hoping that I’d get a chance to explain. I left it out on the picnic table on the patio but I did bring the catalog inside and put it on the dining room table. Elle was watching TV and basically didn’t even acknowledge me. I ended up taking a shower and when I came back into the living room Elle proceeded to get up and head for the bedroom without saying a word. Since I didn’t feel that I’d done anything that bad I decided that I wasn’t going to sleep on the couch. After watching some TV I headed for bed.
To be continued...
Monday, March 12, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87g)
It was just a regular Sunday race but there was quite a bit of activity. Some of the people who hadn’t raced every weekend were there and I was able to catch up with Willy and Jimbo. I was disappointed that Ruthie hadn’t accompanied him. It had been a few weeks since she’d come to the club and Elle and I always liked to see her. When I saw JR, the youngest skipper in the club, I teased him for not having raced at the area championships the prior weekend. He said it was his father’s fault in that he hadn’t gotten a hitch on their car. I told him he better get one so he could race in the upcoming weekend which was the biggest event of the year. I told him I’d give his father a kick in the butt and he laughed.
I got the boat ready to race even though I didn’t have a crew. I held out hope that Bobbi or someone else would miraculously appear. Just as the boats started to be pushed down to the water’s edge I saw JR talking with his father while standing in front of a beach umbrella. I figured I could put some pressure on his father to get the hitch on the car while JR was there. As I walked around the umbrella I saw an almost unbelievable sight. There was an older woman sitting under the umbrella which I immediately took as being JR’s mother. But sitting along side her on a beach towel was a beautiful girl... and she was sitting up with her knees pulled up to her chest. If that wasn’t good enough she was wearing a dress. My eyes went right to the ”promised land“ and there was a small white triangle. I almost forgot why I’d come over there. JR saved me when he introduced me to his mother and sister. I know I had to have been blushing by then. Before we could go any further the other sailors were yelling at us to come over and help move the boats. As I walked away I was truly impressed with how pretty the girl was.
My boat was the last to be pushed to the water’s edge and we had a hard time doing it. It was always difficult pushing the little trailer wheels though the soft sand but someone noticed that one of the wheels wasn’t turning. An aggravation that I didn’t need. Boats were being lifted into the water when I heard a voice call my name and, looking up, saw Bobbi running across the sand. She was wearing a skirt and blouse but had other clothes in her hand. For a brief second I visualized her sailing dressed like that. She yelled that she was going to change and headed for the clubhouse. By the time I saw her headed back my way a number of the boats had headed for the racecourse. It seemed like I was always among the last to leave.
She was wearing just her bathing suit. It was two piece with the bottom very much like panties but ”poofey“ and not tight to her body like regular panties would fit. She handed me her clothes and the only place to put them was under the deck by the stern (back). We had out work cut out for us to get to the start but I did manage to get a fair look at her body. Every part that I could see was tanned. I remember thinking that when she got a little older she might fill out a bit more on top but was definitely ”shapely“, especially her ”bottom“.
My memory is of a day with a little more wind that we’d sailed in the previous weekend. We were very competitive in the first race but in the second her legs gave out on her when she tried to hike out. When we finished up there was a boat with an outboard motor circling us. It was obvious that she knew the boys in the boat. She told me that her aunt had had driven her to the club and the boys in the outboard were neighbors. They had been sent down by her mother to pick her up to take her home. I needed her (or someone) to help when I got ashore but seeing how excited she was to see them I told her to go jump overboard and go with them.
Arriving at the shoreline I immediately was kicking myself for releasing her. I had to find someone to come out and hold my boat while I dropped the sails and removed the rudder and that wasn’t easy. I was the last boat out of the water and then there was the issue of the wheel that wouldn’t turn. Once we finally got the boat up to the storage area I went and found Rex, the club manager. He had a jack and some wood we use to hold the trailer up while we removed the wheel. It only took a few seconds for him to determine the problem. I remember him asking me when was the last time I packed the wheel bearings with grease. I know I had to have had a sheepish look on my face because the answer was ”never“. Long story short... the problem was that the wheel bearing(s) had failed and, not only that, the damage from that had ruined the hub which is what the tire and rim attach to. To rub more ”salt“ on the wound, when it had finally gotten to the point where the wheel wouldn’t turn the tire had gotten a big flat spot on it, down to the threads.
Back in those days there weren’t a lot of auto parts places to choose from and Rex told me that I might have to buy a whole axle and hub assembly. I thanked him for his help and continued to work on it. One of the bearings (or what was left of it) was rusted onto the axle and I tried to beat it off. Totally frustrated I realized that it was getting late and that I needed to call Elle. The only thing was that Rex had left and had locked the clubhouse where the pay phone was located. I still had to get the sails off the mast and boom and take them and the rest of the gear to my parents garage. I knew Elle would be upset. After putting the sails and gear in my car I made one last trip back to the boat to make sure it was stable enough resting on a stack of wood. Just as I turned to leave I saw something under the deck in the stern... Bobbi's clothes. To get to them I really needed to climb up into the boat but couldn't what with the tenuous balance of it. That meant I had to "fish" the articles out one by one. Even the sight of Bobbi's panties weren't enough to erase my frustration but they did ease it a bit.
To be continued...
It was just a regular Sunday race but there was quite a bit of activity. Some of the people who hadn’t raced every weekend were there and I was able to catch up with Willy and Jimbo. I was disappointed that Ruthie hadn’t accompanied him. It had been a few weeks since she’d come to the club and Elle and I always liked to see her. When I saw JR, the youngest skipper in the club, I teased him for not having raced at the area championships the prior weekend. He said it was his father’s fault in that he hadn’t gotten a hitch on their car. I told him he better get one so he could race in the upcoming weekend which was the biggest event of the year. I told him I’d give his father a kick in the butt and he laughed.
I got the boat ready to race even though I didn’t have a crew. I held out hope that Bobbi or someone else would miraculously appear. Just as the boats started to be pushed down to the water’s edge I saw JR talking with his father while standing in front of a beach umbrella. I figured I could put some pressure on his father to get the hitch on the car while JR was there. As I walked around the umbrella I saw an almost unbelievable sight. There was an older woman sitting under the umbrella which I immediately took as being JR’s mother. But sitting along side her on a beach towel was a beautiful girl... and she was sitting up with her knees pulled up to her chest. If that wasn’t good enough she was wearing a dress. My eyes went right to the ”promised land“ and there was a small white triangle. I almost forgot why I’d come over there. JR saved me when he introduced me to his mother and sister. I know I had to have been blushing by then. Before we could go any further the other sailors were yelling at us to come over and help move the boats. As I walked away I was truly impressed with how pretty the girl was.
My boat was the last to be pushed to the water’s edge and we had a hard time doing it. It was always difficult pushing the little trailer wheels though the soft sand but someone noticed that one of the wheels wasn’t turning. An aggravation that I didn’t need. Boats were being lifted into the water when I heard a voice call my name and, looking up, saw Bobbi running across the sand. She was wearing a skirt and blouse but had other clothes in her hand. For a brief second I visualized her sailing dressed like that. She yelled that she was going to change and headed for the clubhouse. By the time I saw her headed back my way a number of the boats had headed for the racecourse. It seemed like I was always among the last to leave.
She was wearing just her bathing suit. It was two piece with the bottom very much like panties but ”poofey“ and not tight to her body like regular panties would fit. She handed me her clothes and the only place to put them was under the deck by the stern (back). We had out work cut out for us to get to the start but I did manage to get a fair look at her body. Every part that I could see was tanned. I remember thinking that when she got a little older she might fill out a bit more on top but was definitely ”shapely“, especially her ”bottom“.
My memory is of a day with a little more wind that we’d sailed in the previous weekend. We were very competitive in the first race but in the second her legs gave out on her when she tried to hike out. When we finished up there was a boat with an outboard motor circling us. It was obvious that she knew the boys in the boat. She told me that her aunt had had driven her to the club and the boys in the outboard were neighbors. They had been sent down by her mother to pick her up to take her home. I needed her (or someone) to help when I got ashore but seeing how excited she was to see them I told her to go jump overboard and go with them.
Arriving at the shoreline I immediately was kicking myself for releasing her. I had to find someone to come out and hold my boat while I dropped the sails and removed the rudder and that wasn’t easy. I was the last boat out of the water and then there was the issue of the wheel that wouldn’t turn. Once we finally got the boat up to the storage area I went and found Rex, the club manager. He had a jack and some wood we use to hold the trailer up while we removed the wheel. It only took a few seconds for him to determine the problem. I remember him asking me when was the last time I packed the wheel bearings with grease. I know I had to have had a sheepish look on my face because the answer was ”never“. Long story short... the problem was that the wheel bearing(s) had failed and, not only that, the damage from that had ruined the hub which is what the tire and rim attach to. To rub more ”salt“ on the wound, when it had finally gotten to the point where the wheel wouldn’t turn the tire had gotten a big flat spot on it, down to the threads.
Back in those days there weren’t a lot of auto parts places to choose from and Rex told me that I might have to buy a whole axle and hub assembly. I thanked him for his help and continued to work on it. One of the bearings (or what was left of it) was rusted onto the axle and I tried to beat it off. Totally frustrated I realized that it was getting late and that I needed to call Elle. The only thing was that Rex had left and had locked the clubhouse where the pay phone was located. I still had to get the sails off the mast and boom and take them and the rest of the gear to my parents garage. I knew Elle would be upset. After putting the sails and gear in my car I made one last trip back to the boat to make sure it was stable enough resting on a stack of wood. Just as I turned to leave I saw something under the deck in the stern... Bobbi's clothes. To get to them I really needed to climb up into the boat but couldn't what with the tenuous balance of it. That meant I had to "fish" the articles out one by one. Even the sight of Bobbi's panties weren't enough to erase my frustration but they did ease it a bit.
To be continued...
Saturday, March 10, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part87f)
Sunday turned out to be a beautiful day both weather-wise and results wise. I couldn’t have dialed up a more compatible breeze for us to handle. Bobbi was much more at ease and appeared to enjoy herself. Elle’s shorts, which Bobbi had worn on Saturday, hadn’t dried so she wore a pair of her own. As I remember it they were a fairly dark blue and were much shorter. I was a bit concerned that the back of her thighs might get burned on the deck what with all the sun but she said she’d be OK. One advantage to the dark blue color was that if I were to get a DP it would be emphasized because of the contrast.
I’ve always believed it better to beat someone on the race course than because of an equipment breakdown. The boat that Herb and his son were sailing had been loaned to them. He’d not sailed in it prior to the first race. He found some things that needed attention and had hoped that they wouldn’t affect his performance. Just before the start a metal fitting had broken and there was no way to jury rig it so that he could race. That left me to concentrate on primarily on Cat and the guy who’d won on Friday. I decided that Cat was my main competition so I positioned myself at the start to be ”on top of her“. I won’t bore you with the definition. What it meant was that I was in position to match her, move for move, and it worked out. I, again, finished second with another boat that wasn’t in contention for winning the whole competition ending up winning the race. It meant that I was the overall winner and Cat was second.
When receiving the trophy I remember the representative from the host sailing club saying that he could save money by just giving me the trophy for the following year right then and there. I’d raced in six of this particular championship since getting my boat and had won all of them. Bobbi was cute when she got the crew trophy. I embarrassed her when I told the audience that it was her first time crewing as well as her first time in even sailing in a boat with two sails.
As usual, it took a long time to get off the island. Since the driveway to Bobbi’s house was difficult to traverse with a boat trailer I decided leave the boat off at the sailing club before dropping her off. By the time we approached Bobbi’s place it was after 6pm. I surely wasn’t expecting to see wash on the clothesline having seen it there the day before plus the fact it was a Sunday. There wasn’t anywhere near as much but I could definitely see some (regular) panties. I wanted to ask Bobbi about it but common sense took hold and I kept my mouth shut. I slowed on my way out to get a better look. With other wash interspersed I couldn’t tell how many there were but the ones I saw were all white. I also couldn’t tell for sure if they were the band leg type and possibly be more of the Lollipop brand. It was interesting, for sure.
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As I mentioned as the lead for post # 87b I’m going through August by topic and not strictly by time line. Right now I’m writing about SAILING so am fast forwarding to the following weekend.
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Elle’s wrist was much better and she was now wearing a brace. She could do most things but wasn’t ready to sail. I tried to contact Bobbi but was unable to do so. I’d waited until after work on Friday and was kicking myself for not having done it earlier. I was racing the car on Saturday night so only made one stab at contacting her and without success. Even though Elle told me not to, I tried calling at 7:30am Sunday morning. Again, no answer. Since I had to to my parents garage to get my sails and gear and was in the neighborhood I figured there was no reason not to go down to Bobbi’s house. Being a Sunday I wasn’t expecting wash to be on the clothesline again when I drove up the driveway. I slowed down as I approached it and this time could definitely recognize the band legs on the panties I could see. Like the previous Sunday, they were all white which told me they all belonged to someone other than Peggy or Bobbi. The ”mystery“ was solved when this woman came out of the bungalow. She introduced herself as Ali, Peggy’s sister and Bobbi’s aunt. It had been a while since I’d seen last her (at least 10 years) but she did have a familiarity about her. At that point I pretty much deduced that the wash and panties belonged to her. I asked about Bobbi and was told that she and her mother had gone back to their winter home to take care of a ”family matter“. She went on to say that they were due back at any time. I told her that Bobbi had sailed with me the previous weekend and that I had hoped that she would be able to sail that day. She told me that she was sure Bobbi would be disappointed as she had had such a good time. Time was flying by and I had to get to the club. and couldn’t wait for her. I told her that I wished I could wait but if she got back within the hour and there was a way for her to get to the club to have her please come on over.
To be continued...
Sunday turned out to be a beautiful day both weather-wise and results wise. I couldn’t have dialed up a more compatible breeze for us to handle. Bobbi was much more at ease and appeared to enjoy herself. Elle’s shorts, which Bobbi had worn on Saturday, hadn’t dried so she wore a pair of her own. As I remember it they were a fairly dark blue and were much shorter. I was a bit concerned that the back of her thighs might get burned on the deck what with all the sun but she said she’d be OK. One advantage to the dark blue color was that if I were to get a DP it would be emphasized because of the contrast.
I’ve always believed it better to beat someone on the race course than because of an equipment breakdown. The boat that Herb and his son were sailing had been loaned to them. He’d not sailed in it prior to the first race. He found some things that needed attention and had hoped that they wouldn’t affect his performance. Just before the start a metal fitting had broken and there was no way to jury rig it so that he could race. That left me to concentrate on primarily on Cat and the guy who’d won on Friday. I decided that Cat was my main competition so I positioned myself at the start to be ”on top of her“. I won’t bore you with the definition. What it meant was that I was in position to match her, move for move, and it worked out. I, again, finished second with another boat that wasn’t in contention for winning the whole competition ending up winning the race. It meant that I was the overall winner and Cat was second.
When receiving the trophy I remember the representative from the host sailing club saying that he could save money by just giving me the trophy for the following year right then and there. I’d raced in six of this particular championship since getting my boat and had won all of them. Bobbi was cute when she got the crew trophy. I embarrassed her when I told the audience that it was her first time crewing as well as her first time in even sailing in a boat with two sails.
As usual, it took a long time to get off the island. Since the driveway to Bobbi’s house was difficult to traverse with a boat trailer I decided leave the boat off at the sailing club before dropping her off. By the time we approached Bobbi’s place it was after 6pm. I surely wasn’t expecting to see wash on the clothesline having seen it there the day before plus the fact it was a Sunday. There wasn’t anywhere near as much but I could definitely see some (regular) panties. I wanted to ask Bobbi about it but common sense took hold and I kept my mouth shut. I slowed on my way out to get a better look. With other wash interspersed I couldn’t tell how many there were but the ones I saw were all white. I also couldn’t tell for sure if they were the band leg type and possibly be more of the Lollipop brand. It was interesting, for sure.
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As I mentioned as the lead for post # 87b I’m going through August by topic and not strictly by time line. Right now I’m writing about SAILING so am fast forwarding to the following weekend.
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Elle’s wrist was much better and she was now wearing a brace. She could do most things but wasn’t ready to sail. I tried to contact Bobbi but was unable to do so. I’d waited until after work on Friday and was kicking myself for not having done it earlier. I was racing the car on Saturday night so only made one stab at contacting her and without success. Even though Elle told me not to, I tried calling at 7:30am Sunday morning. Again, no answer. Since I had to to my parents garage to get my sails and gear and was in the neighborhood I figured there was no reason not to go down to Bobbi’s house. Being a Sunday I wasn’t expecting wash to be on the clothesline again when I drove up the driveway. I slowed down as I approached it and this time could definitely recognize the band legs on the panties I could see. Like the previous Sunday, they were all white which told me they all belonged to someone other than Peggy or Bobbi. The ”mystery“ was solved when this woman came out of the bungalow. She introduced herself as Ali, Peggy’s sister and Bobbi’s aunt. It had been a while since I’d seen last her (at least 10 years) but she did have a familiarity about her. At that point I pretty much deduced that the wash and panties belonged to her. I asked about Bobbi and was told that she and her mother had gone back to their winter home to take care of a ”family matter“. She went on to say that they were due back at any time. I told her that Bobbi had sailed with me the previous weekend and that I had hoped that she would be able to sail that day. She told me that she was sure Bobbi would be disappointed as she had had such a good time. Time was flying by and I had to get to the club. and couldn’t wait for her. I told her that I wished I could wait but if she got back within the hour and there was a way for her to get to the club to have her please come on over.
To be continued...
Thursday, March 08, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87e)
Sailing back into the harbor Bobbi apologized to me. I had a hard time convincing her that it hadn’t been her fault but by the time we reached the hoist she was OK with it. I’ll admit I was looking forward to watching her climb up the ladder to the pier. As I mentioned we had a pretty fair wind which always meant that the crew would get very wet. Even though I always knew what Elle was wearing for panties I still appreciated a wet VPL. I was almost 100% sure Bobbi was wearing Lollipop band leg panties but I still wanted to see the lines they made on the wet shorts as she climbed to the top... and I was rewarded. The sun was shining right on her backside. It was soft bulge time!
Bobbi changed into dry clothes while I tried to figure out where we stood as far as the standings were concerned. The provisional leader was one of the people who had sailed on Friday due to the fact that he’d won that race. He would have the option of dropping a race, something that neither Cat, Herb or I could do. The three of us were basically tied but the other two had won a race of giving them an advantage in a tie-braker. I had two second place finishes so it was all on the line in Sunday’s race pretty much meaning I had to win. I figured that the amount of wind would be the ultimate determining factor. With too much, Bobbi and I would be in trouble. Too little would put Cat in a favorable position what with the results she’d had with my old sails. If it was somewhere in between I felt confident that we could prevail.
On the trip back to Bobbi’s house I engaged her in conversation about her aunt. The girl/woman I remembered was quite a bit shorter than her sister, Peggy, and had long, dark hair. I was able to glean that her name was Allison and was called Ali and right from high school she’d gone into retailing and done quite well. When her parents died she took her inheritance and bought a small women’s clothing boutique. She was presently in the process of changing it over to feature more clothing for children and young women including lingerie. My ears perked right up upon hearing that what with my experience in what I’d found in the small stores in town. I had to be careful with my questions though fearing she might think it strange for a young guy to be asking questions about female clothing.
We’d finished relatively early based upon my past experiences while sailing at this event. As I remember it we were back to her house around 5pm and as I drove up the driveway I got what I’d hoped to see... a clothesline filled with wash. Because Bobbi was sitting right there I couldn’t get a real good look at it as we drove in but knew I’d get a better look on the way home. Before the car even stopped Peggy was there to find out how it had gone for us. I told Bobbi I’d pick her the next morning at 8:00am, a more reasonable time for her. She smiled as she walked away.
I really don’t know where I pulled the idea of asking Peggy about her mother’s flower garden. I do remember that her mother was known almost as much for her flower garden as her baking. Back when I was delivering newspapers, on any number of occasions, her mother had given me flowers to deliver to different people on my route. In any case, I did ask. Peggy seemed delighted and told me to follow her. I got out of the car and we walked around the old garage (now a bungalow). There was the garden in full bloom... and the wash line right behind it. What got my attention right from the beginning were the colorful panties right there on the line closest to us. Peggy was talking about the colorful flowers and I was focused on about a half dozen pair of colorful panties. They were pink, yellow, lavender, light green, light blue and, of course, white... all blowing in the breeze. I thought I could make out band legs which gave the strong idea that they were Lollipop panties. There was also a group of much larger ones that had to belong to Peggy. They were different in that they had legs on them that I imagined probably went down to about mid thigh. I didn’t like them at all. If Peggy caught me looking she didn’t say anything as she continued to babble on about the flowers.
I arrived home to find Elle in a fairly good mood. The swelling had gone down in her wrist and she found that if she kept her hand stable the wrist didn’t hurt. I asked how she’d survived the day without the use of her hand. She knew exactly what I meant by that and I remember her smiling as she said she done just fine without me. I pressed her a bit and she told me she figured out how to raise and lower her panties with just one hand. That surprised me a bit so I asked if she was kidding. She couldn’t keep a straight face and admitted that she’d had “a miss or two” but was pleased that she’d been able to cope. She was wearing a short skirt that she’d gotten from Alice when she’d left. As we went up the step to go inside I put my hand up between her legs and found her panties to be pretty wet. Feeling my hand there she stopped and turned around and told me that she’d saved that for me. I couldn’t grasp what she meant by “saved” because that usually meant she’d waited to pee just for me. I must’ve had a perplexed look on my face because she gave me one of those “looks” that said “you dummy!” and pulled me inside.
She explained that she’d enjoyed a day of doing nothing, what with the kids with her mother, other than fighting with her panties when she used the toilet. She'd ended up out on the patio on the chaise to wait for me to get home and had fallen asleep. Lil had come over to find out where the kids were and when Lil woke her up she realized that, in her sleep, she’d wet herself. Elle said she was so embarrassed that she couldn’t speak at first. Lil never said anything about it and Elle said she just sat there. So, the “saved“ part was that she hadn’t changed. I probably shouldn’t have but I opened the door to look at the patio and, sure enough, the cement underneath the chaise was still showing the spot.
After a half assed apology I took her in my arms and got her attention in another way. Once my fingers were inside the leg elastic I found her ”button“ and she didn’t resist. It was almost dark before I got to eat my supper.
To be continued...
Sailing back into the harbor Bobbi apologized to me. I had a hard time convincing her that it hadn’t been her fault but by the time we reached the hoist she was OK with it. I’ll admit I was looking forward to watching her climb up the ladder to the pier. As I mentioned we had a pretty fair wind which always meant that the crew would get very wet. Even though I always knew what Elle was wearing for panties I still appreciated a wet VPL. I was almost 100% sure Bobbi was wearing Lollipop band leg panties but I still wanted to see the lines they made on the wet shorts as she climbed to the top... and I was rewarded. The sun was shining right on her backside. It was soft bulge time!
Bobbi changed into dry clothes while I tried to figure out where we stood as far as the standings were concerned. The provisional leader was one of the people who had sailed on Friday due to the fact that he’d won that race. He would have the option of dropping a race, something that neither Cat, Herb or I could do. The three of us were basically tied but the other two had won a race of giving them an advantage in a tie-braker. I had two second place finishes so it was all on the line in Sunday’s race pretty much meaning I had to win. I figured that the amount of wind would be the ultimate determining factor. With too much, Bobbi and I would be in trouble. Too little would put Cat in a favorable position what with the results she’d had with my old sails. If it was somewhere in between I felt confident that we could prevail.
On the trip back to Bobbi’s house I engaged her in conversation about her aunt. The girl/woman I remembered was quite a bit shorter than her sister, Peggy, and had long, dark hair. I was able to glean that her name was Allison and was called Ali and right from high school she’d gone into retailing and done quite well. When her parents died she took her inheritance and bought a small women’s clothing boutique. She was presently in the process of changing it over to feature more clothing for children and young women including lingerie. My ears perked right up upon hearing that what with my experience in what I’d found in the small stores in town. I had to be careful with my questions though fearing she might think it strange for a young guy to be asking questions about female clothing.
We’d finished relatively early based upon my past experiences while sailing at this event. As I remember it we were back to her house around 5pm and as I drove up the driveway I got what I’d hoped to see... a clothesline filled with wash. Because Bobbi was sitting right there I couldn’t get a real good look at it as we drove in but knew I’d get a better look on the way home. Before the car even stopped Peggy was there to find out how it had gone for us. I told Bobbi I’d pick her the next morning at 8:00am, a more reasonable time for her. She smiled as she walked away.
I really don’t know where I pulled the idea of asking Peggy about her mother’s flower garden. I do remember that her mother was known almost as much for her flower garden as her baking. Back when I was delivering newspapers, on any number of occasions, her mother had given me flowers to deliver to different people on my route. In any case, I did ask. Peggy seemed delighted and told me to follow her. I got out of the car and we walked around the old garage (now a bungalow). There was the garden in full bloom... and the wash line right behind it. What got my attention right from the beginning were the colorful panties right there on the line closest to us. Peggy was talking about the colorful flowers and I was focused on about a half dozen pair of colorful panties. They were pink, yellow, lavender, light green, light blue and, of course, white... all blowing in the breeze. I thought I could make out band legs which gave the strong idea that they were Lollipop panties. There was also a group of much larger ones that had to belong to Peggy. They were different in that they had legs on them that I imagined probably went down to about mid thigh. I didn’t like them at all. If Peggy caught me looking she didn’t say anything as she continued to babble on about the flowers.
I arrived home to find Elle in a fairly good mood. The swelling had gone down in her wrist and she found that if she kept her hand stable the wrist didn’t hurt. I asked how she’d survived the day without the use of her hand. She knew exactly what I meant by that and I remember her smiling as she said she done just fine without me. I pressed her a bit and she told me she figured out how to raise and lower her panties with just one hand. That surprised me a bit so I asked if she was kidding. She couldn’t keep a straight face and admitted that she’d had “a miss or two” but was pleased that she’d been able to cope. She was wearing a short skirt that she’d gotten from Alice when she’d left. As we went up the step to go inside I put my hand up between her legs and found her panties to be pretty wet. Feeling my hand there she stopped and turned around and told me that she’d saved that for me. I couldn’t grasp what she meant by “saved” because that usually meant she’d waited to pee just for me. I must’ve had a perplexed look on my face because she gave me one of those “looks” that said “you dummy!” and pulled me inside.
She explained that she’d enjoyed a day of doing nothing, what with the kids with her mother, other than fighting with her panties when she used the toilet. She'd ended up out on the patio on the chaise to wait for me to get home and had fallen asleep. Lil had come over to find out where the kids were and when Lil woke her up she realized that, in her sleep, she’d wet herself. Elle said she was so embarrassed that she couldn’t speak at first. Lil never said anything about it and Elle said she just sat there. So, the “saved“ part was that she hadn’t changed. I probably shouldn’t have but I opened the door to look at the patio and, sure enough, the cement underneath the chaise was still showing the spot.
After a half assed apology I took her in my arms and got her attention in another way. Once my fingers were inside the leg elastic I found her ”button“ and she didn’t resist. It was almost dark before I got to eat my supper.
To be continued...
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87d)
In spite of her seeming displeasure with having to be ready at 7am, Bobbi was waiting when I pulled into her yard. Unfortunately, it was too early for any activity on the wash line. As was my practice, I parked the car on the mainland and we walked on to the ferry and then to the sailing club. My goal was to be among the first at the hoist so that we could get right in the water and have some practice time under sail. Because I was among the last to arrive at the sailing club with my boat I ended up in an out of the way parking place. It was out along the boxwood hedge that separated the club property and a neighbor. We put the sails on and were just about to move the boat and trailer to the hoist line when I remembered Elle’s sailing shorts. I gave them to Bobbi and told her to run over to the clubhouse to change into them. She stood there for a few seconds and then turned and went between the hedge and the boat. It took me a few more seconds to realize that she was going to change right there. I’d like to say that I got a real good look but I didn’t. All I saw was that her panties appeared to be a pale yellow.
Elle’s shorts were actually a little tight around Bobbi’s hips but looser around her waist. It took me a while to reconcile that but then remembered that Elle had given birth to two kids. I remember hoping that the loose waist would lead to some good DP’s during the day. Walking to the hoist I could see two types of VPL’s... the crotch line and leg bands. These leg bands were definitely the type found on cotton panties so my thoughts went immediately to them being Lollipop panties.
The wind was light so we didn’t really get much practice in before the races started. There were a few new faces as well as some of the people from other clubs that I knew. Among the few people from my sailing club was Cat. With the light wind I knew that she’d be tough to beat. However, she hadn’t been able to sail on Friday so we were starting out dead even. Among the new sailors there was one that seemed to know me but I didn’t really recognize him.
It was a perfect wind for Bobbi’s first race... mostly light with a few stronger puffs. I had to use all my “local knowledge” to stay near the front of the fleet. As we approached the finish line the new sailor who seemed to know me was leading with Cat second and me third. Playing the tides and eddys I was able to finish second with Cat winning. I had mixed emotions about that. I was still upset that my old sails were outperforming my new sails but I was happy for Cat.
On our way back to the clubhouse for lunch I was able to concentrate on Bobbi and the possibility of a decent DP. She was sitting inside the cockpit, facing forward with her knees pulled up to her chest. In that position I had a very nice and long DP view. It wasn’t like the night before but with the loose waist I was still able to get a nice peek. Included was a close up on the waist elastic and I was able to confirm that they were Lollipop panties.
Peggy, Bobbi’s mother, had packed sandwiches and a thermos of homemade lemonade for our lunch. We joined with Cat and a few others from our home sailing club to eat and while we did, the competitor who seemed to recognize me out on the course came up to us. He introduced himself as Herb and even with that it didn’t register with me. Seeing the blank look on my face he said that he’d been a member of the sailing club some ten or more years prior and remembered me at sailing lessons. He threw out some other names and I did recognize some, but not all of them. One thing the conversation did was to bring back some fond memories. He went on that he had been a part of the group of sailors that started giving lessons at the club and that for some reason he remembered me. Then he introduced his son, Geoff, a boy of about 13 or 14, who was crewing for him. I, in turn, introduced him to Bobbi, hoping that the two of them would find something in common to talk about. Bobbi had been clearly bored since there was no one even close to her in age in our group. It certainly didn’t happen right away.
As we prepared to go back out for the afternoon race I could see that the wind, as usual, was picking up. I made a special effort to have Bobbi practice getting her ankles wrapped around the hiking strap before the start. That was something she had to do on her own and something that, under racing conditions, was very critical. All the other things she had to do as a crew could be done by instruction as they were being executed. She didn’t have a major problem with the process but I could see that she was still uncomfortable... and that made me uncomfortable.
The wind, although stronger than in the morning race, was still something that I felt the two of us could handle. I got a good, clear start and was leading at the first two course markers. At the next bouy we had to do a maneuver called a jibe. I won’t bore you with the nuances of it but just believe me when I say it’s fairly difficult for even experienced skippers and crews. I won’t fault Bobbi because it was my fault that she wasn’t fully prepared. It got very “hairy”, with the boat almost tipping over. When we recovered we were behind a few boats. Luckily, Cat was still behind me but Herb was the boat right ahead of us. I asked Bobbi if she was OK and the look on her face told me that the experience had shaken her up a bit. However, she was continuing to do as she was instructed.
It didn’t look good as we headed for the finish line. The only thing I had going was my knowledge of the tides, currents and back eddys. We had to pretty much sail right into the outgoing tide. Desperate, I had to try something different. I won’t bore you with the details but it worked to the extent that we ended up second. After the near disaster we’d experienced it felt like a win to me.
To be continued...
In spite of her seeming displeasure with having to be ready at 7am, Bobbi was waiting when I pulled into her yard. Unfortunately, it was too early for any activity on the wash line. As was my practice, I parked the car on the mainland and we walked on to the ferry and then to the sailing club. My goal was to be among the first at the hoist so that we could get right in the water and have some practice time under sail. Because I was among the last to arrive at the sailing club with my boat I ended up in an out of the way parking place. It was out along the boxwood hedge that separated the club property and a neighbor. We put the sails on and were just about to move the boat and trailer to the hoist line when I remembered Elle’s sailing shorts. I gave them to Bobbi and told her to run over to the clubhouse to change into them. She stood there for a few seconds and then turned and went between the hedge and the boat. It took me a few more seconds to realize that she was going to change right there. I’d like to say that I got a real good look but I didn’t. All I saw was that her panties appeared to be a pale yellow.
Elle’s shorts were actually a little tight around Bobbi’s hips but looser around her waist. It took me a while to reconcile that but then remembered that Elle had given birth to two kids. I remember hoping that the loose waist would lead to some good DP’s during the day. Walking to the hoist I could see two types of VPL’s... the crotch line and leg bands. These leg bands were definitely the type found on cotton panties so my thoughts went immediately to them being Lollipop panties.
The wind was light so we didn’t really get much practice in before the races started. There were a few new faces as well as some of the people from other clubs that I knew. Among the few people from my sailing club was Cat. With the light wind I knew that she’d be tough to beat. However, she hadn’t been able to sail on Friday so we were starting out dead even. Among the new sailors there was one that seemed to know me but I didn’t really recognize him.
It was a perfect wind for Bobbi’s first race... mostly light with a few stronger puffs. I had to use all my “local knowledge” to stay near the front of the fleet. As we approached the finish line the new sailor who seemed to know me was leading with Cat second and me third. Playing the tides and eddys I was able to finish second with Cat winning. I had mixed emotions about that. I was still upset that my old sails were outperforming my new sails but I was happy for Cat.
On our way back to the clubhouse for lunch I was able to concentrate on Bobbi and the possibility of a decent DP. She was sitting inside the cockpit, facing forward with her knees pulled up to her chest. In that position I had a very nice and long DP view. It wasn’t like the night before but with the loose waist I was still able to get a nice peek. Included was a close up on the waist elastic and I was able to confirm that they were Lollipop panties.
Peggy, Bobbi’s mother, had packed sandwiches and a thermos of homemade lemonade for our lunch. We joined with Cat and a few others from our home sailing club to eat and while we did, the competitor who seemed to recognize me out on the course came up to us. He introduced himself as Herb and even with that it didn’t register with me. Seeing the blank look on my face he said that he’d been a member of the sailing club some ten or more years prior and remembered me at sailing lessons. He threw out some other names and I did recognize some, but not all of them. One thing the conversation did was to bring back some fond memories. He went on that he had been a part of the group of sailors that started giving lessons at the club and that for some reason he remembered me. Then he introduced his son, Geoff, a boy of about 13 or 14, who was crewing for him. I, in turn, introduced him to Bobbi, hoping that the two of them would find something in common to talk about. Bobbi had been clearly bored since there was no one even close to her in age in our group. It certainly didn’t happen right away.
As we prepared to go back out for the afternoon race I could see that the wind, as usual, was picking up. I made a special effort to have Bobbi practice getting her ankles wrapped around the hiking strap before the start. That was something she had to do on her own and something that, under racing conditions, was very critical. All the other things she had to do as a crew could be done by instruction as they were being executed. She didn’t have a major problem with the process but I could see that she was still uncomfortable... and that made me uncomfortable.
The wind, although stronger than in the morning race, was still something that I felt the two of us could handle. I got a good, clear start and was leading at the first two course markers. At the next bouy we had to do a maneuver called a jibe. I won’t bore you with the nuances of it but just believe me when I say it’s fairly difficult for even experienced skippers and crews. I won’t fault Bobbi because it was my fault that she wasn’t fully prepared. It got very “hairy”, with the boat almost tipping over. When we recovered we were behind a few boats. Luckily, Cat was still behind me but Herb was the boat right ahead of us. I asked Bobbi if she was OK and the look on her face told me that the experience had shaken her up a bit. However, she was continuing to do as she was instructed.
It didn’t look good as we headed for the finish line. The only thing I had going was my knowledge of the tides, currents and back eddys. We had to pretty much sail right into the outgoing tide. Desperate, I had to try something different. I won’t bore you with the details but it worked to the extent that we ended up second. After the near disaster we’d experienced it felt like a win to me.
To be continued...
Sunday, March 04, 2012
SUMMER... August, sailing (Part 87c)
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In trying to write this portion I'm having trouble with what I call "time lining", meaning putting events in chronological order. So, I've gone back to adjust the description in the first two posts of this part (87). I've done this a time or two in the past choosing to go by subject. I'm presently on "Sailing". Sorry for the late change...
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You have to be asleep to have a nightmare. That night was a total nightmare as both Elle and I were awake more than we were asleep. She couldn’t get comfortable and kept rolling around which kept me awake. At one point, when we were both wide awake, she asked if I was still going to race. I hadn’t verbalized the subject even though I’d thought about it. I’d even gone over the possibilities for a crew but hadn’t come up with anybody. The club members who weren’t racing all had their wives as crew and I just knew that none of them would be interested in sailing with me. So I told her that I wouldn’t be racing. Being dark I had no idea of her facial expression but she didn’t answer. After that we both went back to trying to get some sleep.
By morning the swelling in her wrist had started to go down. The biggest problem that she had was in getting her panties up and down with only one good hand. I’d helped her right until it was time for me to go to work. She experimented with having our oldest daughter help her and it was laughable. I told her that, worst case, she she should just go through her panties while sitting on the toilet. She rolled her eyes at that suggestion but I told her I was serious.
I came home at lunchtime to check on her and the pain had finally subsided. She had called her mother to come and get the kids so that was one less thing for her to have to handle. She told me that she was going to try and sleep after I left so I helped her put on a regular night time “package” and headed back to work. I’ll admit that even though I’d told her that I wasn’t going to race I was still trying to come up with some way to pull it off. It was in mid afternoon while I was really struggling with the Dog Catcher exam questions that a thought came to me... Bobbi.
By the time I left work I’d come up with a “game plan”. First, I’d call Peggy, her mother, to see if it would be OK to ask Bobbi. If the answer was “yes“ then I’d try to sell her on the idea. I’d even worked up a ”spiel”. But... I had to run it past Elle first.
At home I found Elle in relatively good spirits. She’d been able to sleep most of the afternoon. She, of course, was wet and I helped clean her up. However, she wasn’t in a good enough mood for me to get a little “frisky” though. Just as I was about to broach the subject of sailing she said something about how sorry she was to have ruined my chance to defend the championship. I was about to respond but she continued by asking if there wasn’t some way that I could still race. Sensing that I could escape without being selfish and hard hearted I asked if she was sure that she’d be OK if I did. I remember her giving me one of those “loving” looks while nodding her head affirmatively.
I had to be careful not to have her realize that I’d pretty much scripted a plan when I called Peggy. That, in itself, was a bit of a struggle. I’d not seen her to talk to in many years so after the initial contact had to do the reminiscing bit. I’m guessing but it was probably a good fifteen minutes before she said that she’d get Bobbi to the phone. Getting her to say “yes” was actually easier than getting past Peggy. I told her that I’d do the exact same thing she did when she was teaching her junior sailors and that she should look at the experience as if they were lessons. The hard part came when I told her I wanted to come and pick her up within the hour.
As I’ve written in prior posts, the host sailing club for this championship series was located on a small island serviced by three small ferry boats. My reason for wanting to pick Bobbi up that night was that I wanted to tow the boat over to the island and get it set up so as to avoid the “crush” in the morning. As I drove down her driveway I saw the same clothes line that had been there back in the days I delivered newspapers on my bike. There were a few towels blowing in the early evening breeze. I hoped there would be some panties the next day.
Pulling up in front of the garage I was surprised that there were no longer any doors and that the space was filled with a picture window and a normal door. Bobbi was waiting for me and I liked the outfit she was wearing It was a light blue checked shorts set very similar to the one that Elle had made the first Summer after we’d returned. Once on our way she was being shy so I decided to ask about the transformation of the garage. When her grandparents had died the place had been left to her mother and aunt. The aunt, unmarried, didn’t want to live with her sister and her family so converted the garage to a cottage. I remember that Peggy had a brother so, trying to keep the conversation going, I asked about him. Bad move!
Bobbi turned away from me and just stared out the front window. I was smart enough to realize that I’d hit a sore spot so just kept my mouth shut until we got to the ferry slip.
There was a short line so we had to wait. We got out of the car and walked down to the boarding ramp. It was hard to believe when Bobbi told me she'd never been on the ferry or over to the island as she'd spent all of her sixteen Summers in the area. Once on board she immediately went up to the front for the trip over. In writing this I'm somewhat reminded of Kate Winslet in the movie Titanic as Bobbi seemed transfixed.
When we got to the sailing club it was starting to get dark. I wanted to get the mast in and the stays attached before it got dark. My goal for the evening was to go over some things that Bobbi would need to know before we set sail on Saturday. Never having sailed in a boat with a cockpit it was going to be all new for her but she seemed eager for her lessons.
To be continued...
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In trying to write this portion I'm having trouble with what I call "time lining", meaning putting events in chronological order. So, I've gone back to adjust the description in the first two posts of this part (87). I've done this a time or two in the past choosing to go by subject. I'm presently on "Sailing". Sorry for the late change...
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You have to be asleep to have a nightmare. That night was a total nightmare as both Elle and I were awake more than we were asleep. She couldn’t get comfortable and kept rolling around which kept me awake. At one point, when we were both wide awake, she asked if I was still going to race. I hadn’t verbalized the subject even though I’d thought about it. I’d even gone over the possibilities for a crew but hadn’t come up with anybody. The club members who weren’t racing all had their wives as crew and I just knew that none of them would be interested in sailing with me. So I told her that I wouldn’t be racing. Being dark I had no idea of her facial expression but she didn’t answer. After that we both went back to trying to get some sleep.
By morning the swelling in her wrist had started to go down. The biggest problem that she had was in getting her panties up and down with only one good hand. I’d helped her right until it was time for me to go to work. She experimented with having our oldest daughter help her and it was laughable. I told her that, worst case, she she should just go through her panties while sitting on the toilet. She rolled her eyes at that suggestion but I told her I was serious.
I came home at lunchtime to check on her and the pain had finally subsided. She had called her mother to come and get the kids so that was one less thing for her to have to handle. She told me that she was going to try and sleep after I left so I helped her put on a regular night time “package” and headed back to work. I’ll admit that even though I’d told her that I wasn’t going to race I was still trying to come up with some way to pull it off. It was in mid afternoon while I was really struggling with the Dog Catcher exam questions that a thought came to me... Bobbi.
By the time I left work I’d come up with a “game plan”. First, I’d call Peggy, her mother, to see if it would be OK to ask Bobbi. If the answer was “yes“ then I’d try to sell her on the idea. I’d even worked up a ”spiel”. But... I had to run it past Elle first.
At home I found Elle in relatively good spirits. She’d been able to sleep most of the afternoon. She, of course, was wet and I helped clean her up. However, she wasn’t in a good enough mood for me to get a little “frisky” though. Just as I was about to broach the subject of sailing she said something about how sorry she was to have ruined my chance to defend the championship. I was about to respond but she continued by asking if there wasn’t some way that I could still race. Sensing that I could escape without being selfish and hard hearted I asked if she was sure that she’d be OK if I did. I remember her giving me one of those “loving” looks while nodding her head affirmatively.
I had to be careful not to have her realize that I’d pretty much scripted a plan when I called Peggy. That, in itself, was a bit of a struggle. I’d not seen her to talk to in many years so after the initial contact had to do the reminiscing bit. I’m guessing but it was probably a good fifteen minutes before she said that she’d get Bobbi to the phone. Getting her to say “yes” was actually easier than getting past Peggy. I told her that I’d do the exact same thing she did when she was teaching her junior sailors and that she should look at the experience as if they were lessons. The hard part came when I told her I wanted to come and pick her up within the hour.
As I’ve written in prior posts, the host sailing club for this championship series was located on a small island serviced by three small ferry boats. My reason for wanting to pick Bobbi up that night was that I wanted to tow the boat over to the island and get it set up so as to avoid the “crush” in the morning. As I drove down her driveway I saw the same clothes line that had been there back in the days I delivered newspapers on my bike. There were a few towels blowing in the early evening breeze. I hoped there would be some panties the next day.
Pulling up in front of the garage I was surprised that there were no longer any doors and that the space was filled with a picture window and a normal door. Bobbi was waiting for me and I liked the outfit she was wearing It was a light blue checked shorts set very similar to the one that Elle had made the first Summer after we’d returned. Once on our way she was being shy so I decided to ask about the transformation of the garage. When her grandparents had died the place had been left to her mother and aunt. The aunt, unmarried, didn’t want to live with her sister and her family so converted the garage to a cottage. I remember that Peggy had a brother so, trying to keep the conversation going, I asked about him. Bad move!
Bobbi turned away from me and just stared out the front window. I was smart enough to realize that I’d hit a sore spot so just kept my mouth shut until we got to the ferry slip.
There was a short line so we had to wait. We got out of the car and walked down to the boarding ramp. It was hard to believe when Bobbi told me she'd never been on the ferry or over to the island as she'd spent all of her sixteen Summers in the area. Once on board she immediately went up to the front for the trip over. In writing this I'm somewhat reminded of Kate Winslet in the movie Titanic as Bobbi seemed transfixed.
When we got to the sailing club it was starting to get dark. I wanted to get the mast in and the stays attached before it got dark. My goal for the evening was to go over some things that Bobbi would need to know before we set sail on Saturday. Never having sailed in a boat with a cockpit it was going to be all new for her but she seemed eager for her lessons.
To be continued...
Friday, March 02, 2012
SUMMER... August (Part 87b)
When I walked in the door of the Civil Service office for my first day of work it was a bit of a shock. I fully expected to be greeted by the buxom receptionist but there was no one at the desk. Walking in a bit further I looked over to where my desk was located and saw all six desks empty. I was a few minutes early but I fully expected to at least see someone there. I went over to the desk that Wilson had indicated would be mine and saw the material concerning dogs that he said would be waiting for me. I wasn’t thrilled about that but everybody has to start somewhere.
It was after 9am when I saw a 40ish blond lady walk across the floor to a desk outside Mrs K’s closed door. Other than the receptionist, she was the only female that I’d seen in the place that wasn’t in their mid 50’s or older. It certainly wasn’t like it was in Data Processing! Seeing me, she came over and introduced herself as Cora, Mrs K’s assistant. I asked where everybody was and she laughed and said that it was “manic Monday”. Of course I didn’t get the humor. She went on to explain that every Monday they held Clerk Typist exams and that Vi and Sonny were off handling that. On Saturday, they had given an exam for promotion to Police sergeant and that Marty and Robby were in the security room located in the back of the office, scoring it. Wilson was at the County Center Annex, about 30 miles to the West. I didn’t dare ask where Mrs K was but did allude to the fact that the receptionist wasn’t there. That got me a roll of her eyes but no answer. For her age she was fairly attractive but the way she was dressed was “matronly” and offered no hint or chance of any peeks or VPL’s. Bummer!
Robby and Marty finally appeared around mid morning and invited me to go for coffee with them. They both appeared to be “good guys”. I asked about formatting the questions for the Dog Catcher exam and I remember them both smiling. Curious, I pushed them on why it was funny to them. Robby admitted that he had been given the job and found every excuse in the book to avoid doing it. Marty just sat there with a smirk on his face. They both agreed to give me some guidance on formatting but I was on my own as to creating questions. As the “new guy” I was, more or less, expecting to be given the dregs.
I didn’t get to see Vi and Sonny until Tuesday. Sonny was especially happy to see me. After shaking my hand he looked at Vi and, with a big smile, said something about his “relief” finally showing up. Again, I was clueless as to what was so humorous. They took me over to a table in the middle of the workspace and proceeded to open a cardboard box. Sonny took out a pile of typewritten paper and told me “Welcome to world of Clerk Typists”. The papers were the typing portion of the test that they’d administered the previous day and needed to be scored. He was about to have me sit down and start to score them when Marty, who was the Senior Personnel Technician (PT), came over and told him that I already had an assignment and that he’d be told when I was to become involved. It was a bit bizarre but I was determined to not make waves.
Wilson showed up later and he sat with me to explain what I would eventually be doing. The newest PT’s had the responsibility for administering the Clerk Typist exams on Mondays. They were given at both the County Center and at a location about 25 miles to the West every other Monday. On the Mondays up West there were usually 75 to 90 women and about 40 to 50 when given locally. There were two parts to it. The first was a multiple choice exam and those that passed were given a practical typing test. He went on that, traditionally, the newest PT’s were given that duty. He told me that I’d be working with both Sonny and Vi the following week to get familiar with the process. Actually, I was happy to hear it. Anything to avoid writing the Dog Catcher exam.
I felt the week was going well right up to Thursday afternoon. The buxom receptionist (whose name was Lydia) returned that day (to all the male’s delight) and I was happy to see her walk up to my desk. Seeing her from that perspective was truly eye opening. She handed me a note for me to call Elle. She rarely called and the note somewhat alarmed me. For sure I figured that my grandmother had passed. That wasn’t it. Elle had stepped on one of the kids toys in the yard and fallen. She said one of her wrists really hurt and wanted to know if I could come home. I located Wilson and he told me it was OK to leave and that he’d see me in the morning. I didn’t expect that but was pleased.
Her wrist and hand were swollen. I got some ice to put on it and called the doctor. He said to bring her to his office right away (remember... 1963). With all the “excitement” Elle had neglected to use the bathroom before we left. As we were going up the steps (the office was actually located in the house of the doctor) Elle let out a bit of a moan. I thought it was because her wrist hurt. I was carrying my younger one and holding Elle by the arm. She suddenly stopped and bent her knees. I’d been to the office a few times and didn’t remember seeing a rest room. The waiting room was originally a parlor and the office was an ante room just off of it. We all stood there for a few seconds before Elle indicated that we should go back down. Once on the lawn she squatted down with her eyes closed. She’d been wearing a skirt and I did my best to pull it out from under her. Once she’d finished and “dripped off” she said she wanted to go back home. I told her that we were here and the sooner the doctor looked at her hand and wrist the better off she’d be. She was torn between being embarrassed and putting up with the pain. I had to remind her that the doctor was totally familiar with her “problem” and that appeased her somewhat but she still wasn’t happy.
The doctor was convinced that she’d only sprained her wrist and not broken it. The first thing we had to do was to get the swelling down. He put a wrap around it to stabilize it, told her to put ice on it, gave her some pills (probably aspirin) and sent us on our way. It wasn’t until we were on our way home that it came to me that Elle wouldn’t be able to sail with me on the weekend. I should’ve been thinking about Elle but suddenly it became me and the fact that I wouldn’t be able to defend my championship. I didn’t say anything to her about it but I’ll admit that my thoughts were totally selfish.
To be continued...
When I walked in the door of the Civil Service office for my first day of work it was a bit of a shock. I fully expected to be greeted by the buxom receptionist but there was no one at the desk. Walking in a bit further I looked over to where my desk was located and saw all six desks empty. I was a few minutes early but I fully expected to at least see someone there. I went over to the desk that Wilson had indicated would be mine and saw the material concerning dogs that he said would be waiting for me. I wasn’t thrilled about that but everybody has to start somewhere.
It was after 9am when I saw a 40ish blond lady walk across the floor to a desk outside Mrs K’s closed door. Other than the receptionist, she was the only female that I’d seen in the place that wasn’t in their mid 50’s or older. It certainly wasn’t like it was in Data Processing! Seeing me, she came over and introduced herself as Cora, Mrs K’s assistant. I asked where everybody was and she laughed and said that it was “manic Monday”. Of course I didn’t get the humor. She went on to explain that every Monday they held Clerk Typist exams and that Vi and Sonny were off handling that. On Saturday, they had given an exam for promotion to Police sergeant and that Marty and Robby were in the security room located in the back of the office, scoring it. Wilson was at the County Center Annex, about 30 miles to the West. I didn’t dare ask where Mrs K was but did allude to the fact that the receptionist wasn’t there. That got me a roll of her eyes but no answer. For her age she was fairly attractive but the way she was dressed was “matronly” and offered no hint or chance of any peeks or VPL’s. Bummer!
Robby and Marty finally appeared around mid morning and invited me to go for coffee with them. They both appeared to be “good guys”. I asked about formatting the questions for the Dog Catcher exam and I remember them both smiling. Curious, I pushed them on why it was funny to them. Robby admitted that he had been given the job and found every excuse in the book to avoid doing it. Marty just sat there with a smirk on his face. They both agreed to give me some guidance on formatting but I was on my own as to creating questions. As the “new guy” I was, more or less, expecting to be given the dregs.
I didn’t get to see Vi and Sonny until Tuesday. Sonny was especially happy to see me. After shaking my hand he looked at Vi and, with a big smile, said something about his “relief” finally showing up. Again, I was clueless as to what was so humorous. They took me over to a table in the middle of the workspace and proceeded to open a cardboard box. Sonny took out a pile of typewritten paper and told me “Welcome to world of Clerk Typists”. The papers were the typing portion of the test that they’d administered the previous day and needed to be scored. He was about to have me sit down and start to score them when Marty, who was the Senior Personnel Technician (PT), came over and told him that I already had an assignment and that he’d be told when I was to become involved. It was a bit bizarre but I was determined to not make waves.
Wilson showed up later and he sat with me to explain what I would eventually be doing. The newest PT’s had the responsibility for administering the Clerk Typist exams on Mondays. They were given at both the County Center and at a location about 25 miles to the West every other Monday. On the Mondays up West there were usually 75 to 90 women and about 40 to 50 when given locally. There were two parts to it. The first was a multiple choice exam and those that passed were given a practical typing test. He went on that, traditionally, the newest PT’s were given that duty. He told me that I’d be working with both Sonny and Vi the following week to get familiar with the process. Actually, I was happy to hear it. Anything to avoid writing the Dog Catcher exam.
I felt the week was going well right up to Thursday afternoon. The buxom receptionist (whose name was Lydia) returned that day (to all the male’s delight) and I was happy to see her walk up to my desk. Seeing her from that perspective was truly eye opening. She handed me a note for me to call Elle. She rarely called and the note somewhat alarmed me. For sure I figured that my grandmother had passed. That wasn’t it. Elle had stepped on one of the kids toys in the yard and fallen. She said one of her wrists really hurt and wanted to know if I could come home. I located Wilson and he told me it was OK to leave and that he’d see me in the morning. I didn’t expect that but was pleased.
Her wrist and hand were swollen. I got some ice to put on it and called the doctor. He said to bring her to his office right away (remember... 1963). With all the “excitement” Elle had neglected to use the bathroom before we left. As we were going up the steps (the office was actually located in the house of the doctor) Elle let out a bit of a moan. I thought it was because her wrist hurt. I was carrying my younger one and holding Elle by the arm. She suddenly stopped and bent her knees. I’d been to the office a few times and didn’t remember seeing a rest room. The waiting room was originally a parlor and the office was an ante room just off of it. We all stood there for a few seconds before Elle indicated that we should go back down. Once on the lawn she squatted down with her eyes closed. She’d been wearing a skirt and I did my best to pull it out from under her. Once she’d finished and “dripped off” she said she wanted to go back home. I told her that we were here and the sooner the doctor looked at her hand and wrist the better off she’d be. She was torn between being embarrassed and putting up with the pain. I had to remind her that the doctor was totally familiar with her “problem” and that appeased her somewhat but she still wasn’t happy.
The doctor was convinced that she’d only sprained her wrist and not broken it. The first thing we had to do was to get the swelling down. He put a wrap around it to stabilize it, told her to put ice on it, gave her some pills (probably aspirin) and sent us on our way. It wasn’t until we were on our way home that it came to me that Elle wouldn’t be able to sail with me on the weekend. I should’ve been thinking about Elle but suddenly it became me and the fact that I wouldn’t be able to defend my championship. I didn’t say anything to her about it but I’ll admit that my thoughts were totally selfish.
To be continued...
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