FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92d)


It was right before Thanksgiving when I got a call at work from Elle. She’d observed workmen dismantling the patio awning and room over at Lil’s unit. I appreciated the info but it seemed like she wanted me to do something about it. I told her I’d call the office to see what was happening. It was right before Thanksgiving when I got a call at work from Elle. She’d observed workmen dismantling the patio awning and room over at Lil’s unit. I appreciated the info but it seemed like she wanted me to do something about it. I told her I’d call the office to see what was happening. I’d hoped that Dick (the ”nice“ brother/owner) would be there but it was Bea, the other brother’s wife who answered. She said that they’d been contacted by the bank who had loaned Andy and Lil the money for the mobile home to tell them that they were were going to repossess the unit. They’d paid cash for the awning and room so they were dismantling them. I found that disturbingly interesting and then called Elle to give her the ”scoop“. I wondered what would happen to the panels and also figured I’d better take a look in Andy’s shed before it was too late.

The day before Thanksgiving  came up very fast. Jan had called the night before and said that she’d change the sheets on her bed so I’d not have to sleep on my grandfathers chaise again. I hadn’t planned on it but appreciated the call anyway. I helped get the kids to bed and headed over. Normally, my grandfather went to bed sometime between 9 and 10pm. I got there around 8:30pm and was surprised that he’d set up a card table and had his domino set on it and ready to go. (Background: When I’d lived with my grandparents during WWII he’d taught me how to play. I’d play as many as a dozen games a night when I’d stay with them and I actually enjoyed playing against him. He was amazing because within a minute of drawing his tiles he knew exactly what I had and how to play against me. To beat him was a major accomplishment.) It had been years since I’d played dominoes with him so to see everything set up was a bit nostalgic.

Approaching 90, his eyesight had failed some but his mind was still sharp. It was close to 11pm when he decided to call it a night and, as I remember it, he’d won most of the games we played. I’m not using this and an excuse but after 10 pm I was looking forward to getting into Jan’s panty drawer even though I’d been there a couple of times before. What I really wanted to know was just how many of the new Lollipop panties she’d used. I also wanted to do a close inspection of the nylon panties. On my first ”visit“ into the drawer I’d discovered the new Argo Knit band leg cotton panties. They’d been the only cotton panties in the drawer which pretty much indicated to me that she’d worn only nylon panties before buying the band leg ones. I was really curious to know the reason behind the change.

After getting my grandfather settled I went into the room and took a deep breath as I started to pull the drawer open. I had to struggle a bit to get it out all the way. Finally successful, I reminded myself to make sure that everything I took out went back in the exact same place. What I did was to take each pile and place it on the bed in the same order and place I’d found it. There were two unopened packages of the Lollipops. There was one Lollipop that appeared to have been worn and washed plus two of the Argo Knits (I’d determined that these came from Woolworth’s). I never did know how many of them she owned before her panties were stolen off the wash line. I also didn’t know how many were in the wash and that raised another point... where did she keep her dirty clothes.

The nylon panties were really well worn and were not stacked as neatly as the others and her bras, stockings and garter belts. I rooted through them hoping to find a readable label but the only ones either just stated the size (5) or the word nylon. There were some that had old blood stains from her period and some with stitching along the side seams or elastics. All in all it was a bit of a disappointment.

I did check out her bras as long as they were out and available. I’d not done much in the way of bra peeks and the names I was most familiar with were Maidenform (going back to my boarding school roommate), Lovable from ads I’d seen in magazines and Playtex, which is the brand that Elle wore. For Jan, they were all without manufacturers labels but had the size, 34 A and B. Having seen Jan as much as I had, in various types of clothing, I had a hard time thinking of her as an ”A“. Elle was a ”B“ and there was a definite similarity between the two. I was puzzled.

After putting everything back I got washed up and climbed into bed. The first thing I noticed was a sweet fragrance emanating from the pillow. I couldn’t place it but with visions of panties and bras it made for sweet dreams.

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FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... Part 92c)


It appeared that when the lady had packed up she only took the clothes that she’d immediately need as there were still some clothes in all the drawers. As my father had said, it had been their intention to come back at some time in the Fall. The panty drawer was a little bare but there were two very nice Vanity Fair panties for viewing. I’d seen some of her panties on the wash line in the past and had, at one time, actually taken a pair off and inspected it in my car before returning it to the line. I remembered that one was also a Vanity Fair panty. There were a number of others but they didn’t look as ”inviting“ so I bypassed them. Luckily, my father came into the house with the tools and I heard him enter because if he’d come to the window he would’ve seen me with the panties and that would not have been good.

We finished up around noon and on my way home all I could think about was getting the race car moved. When I got there I found Elle heading out the door. There was some sort of meeting at the church concerning Sunday school and the nursery. She didn’t ask me and I didn’t volunteer to take care of the kids for her. It didn’t take me long to get up to the race car and hitch it up. Legally, to flat tow a vehicle someone had to be physically inside the car being towed. I took the chance and had it safely inside the garage by mid afternoon. With my mind totally engulfed with the car and racing I decided to stop by and see ”Crash“. He lived in the same town and was only minutes away. I was pleased to see his daughter answer the door. Even though her hair was up in curlers she still exuded real beauty. ”Crash“ was right behind her and, as I already knew, he loved his beer on the weekends. There was no question about that as he greeted me with a beer in hand and a very loud "HIYA!,.

We made some small talk and then he asked what brought me ”to town“. I’d told him that both my parents and my wifes’ parents lived there the last time I'd seen him. But he wanted to know if I was there about the motor he was holding for me. He seemed disappointed when I said that I wasn't. I told him about moving the race car which turned out to be a BIG mistake. He wanted to go see it. After opening the garage doors and walking around the car he stood there and laughed. Then he accused me of resurrecting one of his old cars saying that the dents on the roof and back were exactly the same. He was joking but he did offer one piece of advice... get a new car. I protested that I still didn’t have the money for the motor that was sitting in his garage. He then told me to get in the car. It was as if the car was his but with me as the driver. He then instructed me, turn for turn, where to go. We ended up in a somewhat familiar place... the yard of another former racer

George was one of the original drivers when the track first opened. Back when I had my first race car he was a competitive racer. With him being quite a bit older I never really got to "know" him. According to ”Crash“, when his wife became pregnant she told him he had to quit and he did, selling the race car. But he still harbored the idea that he could/would get back into racing. He owned and ran a heavy equipment company and had a large barn where he did the repairs when needed. Somewhere over the ensuing years he'd bought a 1937 Ford coupe and had almost completed making it into a race car before his wife discovered what he was doing. ”Crash“ told me that George was told by his wife that it was either the car or her.

”Crash“ had me honk the horn and within seconds this old man appeared from inside the barn. It had been about seven years since I’d last seen George and he had really aged. On the other hand he didn’t recognize me at all. ”Crash“ did most of the talking while George showed me the car. It was really well built and I really liked it. When it was all over George said he wanted $250. I thought it was a very fair price. I, apologetically, explained that I didn’t have any money with me. Trying to save face I told him I’d get back to him but it was obvious that he wasn’t happy with that response. I, myself, wasn’t happy with ”Crash“ for bringing me there to begin with but had to keep it to myself as I was definitely going to need his help in putting what I hoped was going to be my new motor.

When I dropped "Crash" off at his house he asked if I'd seen the new car his daughter's boyfriend, Bags, was building. I hadn't been near anybody having anything to do with racing in a while so told him "no". His parting words were to tell me that I should go take a look at it. On my way home I got to wondering why Bags was building a new car when there was a new one, already built, for sale at a reasonable price. I decided that I should probably track him down and take a look at it.

The real cost of my race car ”dalliance“ that afternoon was a case of ”hot tongue and cold shoulder“ when I got home. I kind of expected it. She got over it by the time we left for church the next morning though, and I never really had to explain what I’d been doing... which was good.

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FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92b)

At home Elle finally “popped” and she could no longer squeeze her ever swelling tummy into her skirts and pants. I’m still not convinced that she didn’t accelerate the process just to be able to wear the clothes she’d gotten from Carol. The main reason I say this is that she was still wearing her regular panties. I did get her to model her new Lollipop double backed panties for me and they were still a little big on her.

Lil showed up one afternoon when Elle was there and told her that Andy had packed up, bulldozer and all, and headed for Florida with his girlfriend. Lil told Elle that the girlfriend was divorced and had gotten a lot of money and two houses in the settlement. Elle, as I, was never one to ask personal questions so she didn’t know if Lil was filing for divorce. She gave Elle her the key to their shed telling her that we were welcome to take anything that would be useful. When Elle told me, the only thing I knew I wanted was the shed itself but knew that wasn’t likely. I put off taking a look inside as I didn’t really think there would be anything I could use. The last time I'd been in there with Andy it was mostly bulldozer parts.

One piece of bad news was that my airman/racer friend Eric had decided to not re-enlist and was headed home right after Christmas. He’d hinted about it any number of times but I didn’t really think he was serious. The lure of getting back into racing was just too much for him to resist. It was probably my fault. I could really see how excited he was when he drove my car, as much of a junker as it was.

The “mystery lady” from across the street had been a great disappointment to me as far as panties were concerned. She’d done such a good job in opening the new discount store she ended up with a job offer that was far better. That meant there would be three new neighbors in and around us and all we could do was hope that they would be compatible.

It was on Election Day that I got a call from Jan. The County was closed so I was home when she called. She and her sister wanted to meet with me concerning their desire to go home and visit family over the upcoming holidays. Actually, she should’ve been calling my father but she was more comfortable with me. By the time I got to my grandfather’s house I’d pretty much figured out the subject would concern who would look after my grandfather when she was away. I also pretty much knew it would be me.

She’d wanted to be home for Christmas but being a new employee at the hospital had no seniority. All the nurses, based upon their seniority, were to be given either Christmas or Thanksgiving day off and hers was to be Thanksgiving. She said she had a promise from another nurse to take her shift that Friday but would be back in time for work on Saturday but someone would have to stay over on Wednesday and Thursday nights. Her plan was to be back around midnight Friday. I won’t say I was thrilled with the idea but said I’d handle it. The last thing I expected when I agreed to do it was to get a big hug but I did. I was sitting in a small "side" chair and when she bent down to do it I was surprised so much that I sort of leaned away from her and the chair started to fall backwards. I reacted by putting my hands out in front of me and they, unintentionally, grabbed what turned out to be her buttocks. Talk about being embarrassed... we both were. By the way... they were nice and firm.

My parents' Summer neighbors ended up with a difficult situation before the season was over that prevented them from closing it up (winterizing it). Usually they were there from the middle of June until Labor Day and then would drain the water and put up storm windows. A job change required him to move to Michigan before the Summer ended. With three boys and school about to start he and his wife decided they would all make the move at the same time. He thought that he’d be able to squeeze out a weekend to come back and do it. When November arrived it became clear that he was not going to be able to make it. He contacted my father and asked him if he could arrange to have it done. For reasons that escaped me at the time (and still do) my father said that he’d take care of it himself... but that wasn’t entirely true. He was counting on me to help.

The most important part was in draining the water from the pipes, sink traps and toilets. The house was built on posts with a crawl space. My father wasn’t physically able to crawl under the building to get to the critical drains and that’s where I came into the equation. When I got there my father had the garage doors open. The first thing that “hit“ me was that it was empty. My race car was still under the lean-to in the work area back at the mobile home park. Even though it was a piece of junk I wanted to bring it there as it would give me a place to work on it that was out of the weather. The discovery of the empty garage made my time there worth it. How short sighted of me!

After my father and I had the water drained there were screens to be removed and storm windows to be put up. It could be done by one person but it went a lot faster with two so I stayed to help him. A couple of the windows were swollen shut and I was dispatched inside to try and get them open. I was in the larger bedroom which I suspected was that of the couple. When I still couldn’t get the window open with just my hands my father said he’d get some tools from his garage. What’s a good panty peeker supposed to do when in a bedroom even if it hasn’t been occupied in a couple of months?

To be continued...

FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92a)

At work John and I continued to work well together. We enjoyed each others company and I found him to be a good sounding board for my frustration in writing the Machine Operator’s exam. I have to give him credit for pushing me to pursue idea of going to the equipment manufacturer to get the material to complete the exam. It was mid November when I finished the Beta version and it was probably the hardest thing I’d ever done. Mrs K was very pleased which was all I was looking for.

Manic Mondays continued to be the highlight of each week. We had some “interesting” experiences which caused John to start keeping a diary. Because there had been so much corruption in the Civil Service department in the past Mrs K ruled with an iron hand, especially in the area of the Clerk Typist exam. She made sure that each and every one was accounted for. One hard and fast rule was that anyone leaving their desk during the course of the test was to have their paper collected and scored as of the time they got up. We would make an announcement telling everyone and suggesting that they use the rest room before we started. On this one day at the auditorium venue a woman got up, picked up her exam paper, coat, bag and headed for the door. John caught up with her before she exited the building. He asked her for the exam booklet but she wouldn’t give it to him saying that it belonged to her. Her claim was that she was a County taxpayer and as such she paid for it and therefore  “owned” it. I got there just as she made that pronouncement. John had proven to be good at defusing potential conflicts but wasn’t doing well in this one. I have a very short fuse and after listening to her for just a few minutes told her that if she didn’t hand the exam over that I’d call the police. She just about spit in my face when she said “I dare you!”. That’s something that anyone who knows me knows that it means "game on!”.

Long story short... after some verbal jousting she left and I made the call. We took her plate number and gave it to the police. When we told Mrs K she said she wanted to pursue it even if it meant going to court. That’s what prompted John to start his diary. However, we added a bit more to it. We’d write down the names of the people who scored highest, lowest and those who were the biggest PITA’s (pain in the asses). We even suggested to our supervisor, Marty, that those on the PITA list have an asterisk added when they were placed on a potential hiring list. He laughed but did say it was probably a good idea.

We shared our panty peeks. If I saw one I’d make sure that John would get a “look” as well and he did the same for me. We also kept a scorecard for each new one we'd find. We made up a rating scale. I don't remember how many points for each one but the lowest was a "triangle". A higher one was when there was a gap between the thighs where we could see a good bit of the crotch. The highest was when the woman would have her legs spread so that they were touching the legs of the desk or typing table and we'd have a clear crotch view. It certainly did make it more fun.

I had one “leaker”. We would allow anyone who could get their application filled out and in our hands by 10am to take the exam. This one woman arrived late and barely got the application completed. I remember her starting the exam with her coat still on. Unfortunately, she wasn’t there to hear the announcement about leaving seats and the restroom suggestion. In her case she did raise her hand. John was the one who went to see what she wanted. When he returned to the front desk he told me what it was about. I had to be careful not to show my “interest” in the situation. I did have him identify which woman she was and I tried to keep my eyes on her but didn’t see anything untoward. I happened to be the one who was scoring the early finishers so I didn’t have a chance to follow up on her before she left for the lunch break. When I left to get my lunch (John always brought his own) I wasn’t thinking of her. However, when I returned there was still time to start stacking the chairs before we started the practical part. (Anything to save time!) As I did I found a small puddle under the one chair. That’s when I remembered the woman from the morning. I had looked at her from afar after John had told me about her but really couldn’t remember what she looked like and was kicking myself. I wondered if she had passed.

One of the things that John and I’d done to speed up the process was to tell the women that they could only bring their pocket books up on the stage for the test and would have to leave their coats. As I mentioned in previous posts, John and I switched off, group to group, at this location so as to make sure we each had equal opportunity for the really good “peeks”. In this one particular group of three, one woman walked past me in a strange manner. She came up the stairs and continued to face me all the way to the typing desk. But to be seated she had to turn around. Bulls eye! She was wearing a brownish cord skirt and the seat of it was a dark brown. Even with a couple of hours to dry it hadn’t. I actually did feel sorry for her. When John and I discussed her on our way back to the office we decided that passing the exam must have been more important to her than being embarrassed.

To be continued...

FALL... October (Part 91g)


The kids were used to eating around 5pm or so and it was well past that. It was probably the reason for their restlessness. Going back in time to when my father still worked in the city, we’d sometimes go home for the weekends and there was a diner we’d stop at. We were fairly near that town so I decided we’d stop there and get a bite as well as to let Elle use the restroom. To appease the kids I promised them ice cream for dessert. I remember Elle asking, more than once, how much further. I don’t remember how long it took but when we were getting the kids out of the back seat I could see Elle wasn’t happy. When I walked around the back of the car I could see why... a growing puddle between her feet. I think this was one of the first, if not the first, times that Jean, our oldest made a comment about Elle’s wetting. It was something along the lines of “Why is Mommy going tinkle?” Of course that made Elle even more upset.

At first she said she wasn’t going to go inside. I shot that down right away saying that there was no way anyone would know since she was wearing a skirt. She pointed to her socks. When I told her to take them off she relented, somewhat. Then she said she really didn’t want to be sitting in wet panties, out in public, for the rest of the night. I immediately thought of the new panties I’d just gotten from Ali. While we were standing there in the kids were tugging on us to go inside. I’d really wanted to give the panties to Elle on her birthday but felt this was really a better time. I went to the rear of the station wagon and opened it up, grabbing two packages of the larger size teen panties. I walked up, handing them to her. She, of course, was surprised and proceeded to ask where they came from. I gave her a push towards the diner entryway and told her I’d explain later.(xX)

I got the kids seated and ordered them some macaroni and cheese. It took Elle about ten minutes before appearing at the booth. With the kids digging into their food Elle proceeded to "grill" me on the panties. She started off by stating that they were too big. I smiled but probably shouldn't have as it seemed to upset her even more than she was. I started to explain but she kept interrupting me which got me upset. I finally told her to shut up and to let me explain. At least I tried. I think I told her that she was going to need new panties for later in her pregnancy and that I felt that these would do. I went too far when I mentioned that my plan had been to give them to her for her birthday. I don't think she spoke to me the whole way home.

I helped get the kids to bed and hoped that she'd calm down some before we went to bed... but she hadn't. I'd hoped to get a peek of her in the new panties but she had taken them off and put on her night time "package" soon after the kids were asleep. One thing I remember was her telling me, as she turned out the light, that the panties had better NOT be her birthday present. It sounded like a warning.

I'd picked up the Winter coat that I'd promised her and had it hidden in the trunk of my car. My original plan was to lay it out on the sofa so she'd see it first thing in the morning. But I was still a bit upset at her attitude so I ended up hanging it in the coat closet instead. I hung it so that she'd see it as soon as she opened the door when she went to get a coat to go to church. She was still in a bit of a snit when we got up and although I had a birthday card for her she was looking for more. I was glad I'd hidden the coat.

We usually left for church around 9:30am. We'd been up for over two hours and all she'd seen was a birthday card. I had the girls in their coats and was just going down the steps when she discovered the coat. That changed her attitude immediately. She appeared in the doorway with the coat on and it really did look good on her but the smile on her face looked even better. At that point I was hoping that the rest of the day would be good as well. Her mother and father came at supper time bringing a cake and we had a small party. By bed time she was in a good enough mood for me to go into the detail about the panties. I did convince her to model them for me and she had been right... just a bit big for the moment. But I did convince her that it wouldn't be long before they would fit. However, I did decide to hold off on telling her about the rest of the new panties that I'd gotten for her from Ali.

To be continued...

FALL... October (Part91f)

On the fifteen minute drive back to Carol’s house I wasn’t really keen on the idea of going back to the store. On the one hand Ali had given me (us) a break on the price of the panties but I didn't know her well enough to believe her when she said she wouldn’t say anything to Norma about Ele’s problem. When I walked into Carol’s house I got a nice view of Elle stepping out of a pair of trousers. Even though I’d seen her in panties a thousand times it still gave me a thrill. What I immediately picked up on was that she wasn’t wearing the sanitary panties that made up her partial ”package“. At first I was a bit surprised to see her in her panties in front of Carol, especially the dingy Carter’s Spanky Pants, but then realized that Carol was fully familiar with Elle’s ”problem“. I  quickly remembered that it was her father who’d performed the bladder procedure on Elle. Carol had a lot of maternity clothes for just one pregnancy and I could see Elle had picked out quite a few of them. I was hoping that Buddy would show up but in his absence had to listen to more ”women talk“. Bored, I started making overtures about leaving. When I did somehow the conversation turned to Ali’s store with Carol taking the lead. When I explained that it was owned by Bobbi’s aunt (and she knew a bit about Bobbi from the sailing club) Carol volunteered that she’d like to visit it. Even Elle seemed to show some interest. As we picked up the clothes I casually asked Elle if she wanted to go see it as it was only about fifteen minutes away and actually not that far out of our way back home. I won’t say she jumped up with joy but more importantly, she didn’t say no.

When we walked into the store the look on Ali’s face made the trip worth while. It was obvious that she not only loved kids but had a way to disarm them from their shyness. She had both the girls talking animatedly to her in just a few minutes. She’d done somewhat the same thing the first time she’d met them for the first time on the beach in front of my parents house at the end of the Summer. I didn’t see Norma walk up but when Ali saw her she introduced her to both of us. There was no doubt that she was a pretty girl but when she opened her mouth it was obvious that she had a bit of a speech impediment. Ali ran through the whole history of how her mother and Elle’s mother both came from Germany and had been good friends and how Norma’s mother had looked after Elle when she was still a baby. In spite of the impediment Norma seemed at ease with us. By then I was concerned about time as it was definitely getting dark out and we had an hour and a half trip yet to go. As soon as Ali heard me she grabbed Elle and almost dragged her back to where the clothes that would fit our girls were displayed. It left me to to chat with Norma. I asked about her sister, Bobbi, but she seemed not to want to talk about her. I found out that she was still living at home and going to a local college. She worked at the store on Saturdays and whenever she was off from school. I’ll admit that floating around in the back of my mind was what Ali had told me about her "dribble" problem earlier. Reason told me there was no way for me to broach that subject, especially right then and there. I vowed to find a way to pursue it in the future.

Ali was a great salesperson. She convinced Elle to pick out some winter pants for the girls. That was one thing that she could never find in the second hand clothes shop at church. Kids like to crawl around and the first thing to go is the knees so, with cold weather upon us, it was an easy ”sell“ for Ali. I was a bit upset because I wasn’t expecting to have to buy anything more but there was nothing I could say or do at that point. Ali did give us a break on the price which helped. As we drove away I actually felt sort of lucky in that I’d escaped with that purchase being the only ”damage“. Ali’s store was well stocked and the merchandise well displayed so temptation was all around.

Being late in the afternoon and the girls without naps we expected them to fall asleep as soon as we were on our way. It didn’t happen. Elle had brought some things to keep them occupied not only on the car ride but when at Carol’s house as well. When the kids started getting restless Elle went to find something for them to play with and she couldn’t find the bag. Then she did something that she seldom did. She swore... ”DAMN!” That doesn’t sound like much but she was raised in a “swear free” house and this was one of the few times I actaully heard her. In our rush to leave Carol’s house she’d left the bag with the kids things behind... as well as her sanitary panties and pads. We all know the power of suggestion. Plant the seed of an idea in someone’s head and then watch it grow (or fester). When Elle realized she didn’t have her “package” on she went into a bit of a panic.

To be continued...

FALL... October (Part 91e)

Because it was so late when we came up with the ”plan“ we couldn’t come up with a baby sitter. Elle’s mother had a commitment and Karen had a daytime job on Saturdays. We had agreed that the kids going to Dora’s wasn’t a choice. After a call to Carol decided we’d drag the kids with us.

It was roughly an hour and a half to Carol’s so Elle’s ”problem” shouldn’t have concerned her. However, she insisted on wearing a “partial package” consisting of multiple Carter’s heavy cotton panties with a sanitary pad and a sanitary panty with a plastic crotch. We arrived just before noon and in time for lunch. Unfortunately for me Buddy was off with his father so I had to sit and listen to “girl talk“. I made a point of leaving as soon as I could after calling Ali for directions. It took about fifteen minutes. She was busy with a customer when I walked in but an attractive young woman approached me. I remember telling her that I’d wait for Ali and admired her backside as she walked away.

By the time I arrived at the store I’d decided to keep all the kids panties. Both the girls could use the smaller size immediately and would quickly grow into the larger size. I had two dozen size 5 woman’s panties with me and felt that it would be smart to trade one box (12) for a larger size of the teen panties with the double back panel. That way I could give them to Elle for her birthday saying that she’d be able to use them as she got bigger and would be a way for me to transition out her grungy old panties. That would leave six pair of the size 5’s for Jan and six for Elle for the future. It worked for me.

Ali was her usual bubbly self. She asked where Elle and the kids were and seemed disappointed that I hadn’t brought them with me. I explained the situation but had to listen to her ”sell“ me on the reasons I should bring them back before we headed home. I had the box of size 5’s with me and asked if I could trade them in for a box of size 16 teen panties with the double back. I remember her giving me a strange look and then saying that the size 5 ladies panties were basically the same as a teen size 16. I pretty much knew that but didn’t say anything. She wanted to know why Elle wanted them. To her it didn’t make sense. It seemed like I was faced with the possibility of not getting them or explaining about Elle’s ”problem“. I decided on the latter but with the least detail possible.

I wasn’t lying but I wasn’t exactly truthful when I told her that Elle had a ”dribble“ problem and had found that she could handle it by wearing a couple of the Carter’s ribbed cotton panties and a sanitary panty over them. The look on Ali’s face told me that I’d hit a ”hot button“. I remember her moving closer to me and whispering. As she started to speak she was pointing to the young woman who had greeted me earlier. She asked if I knew who she was and I had no idea at all but before I could answer Ali said that she was her niece, Norma, Maggies oldest daughter. I turned and looked at the young woman and it was hard to believe. When her sister, Bobbi, had sailed with me during the Summer she hardly mentioned her at all. I was hard pressed at the time to even remember the last time I’d seen her. There definitely had been a change!

As I looked at Norma Ali was whispering in my ear that Norma had a similar problem. THAT really got my attention. I turned back to Ali and I know I must’ve had a frown on my face. I didn’t know what to say and in those situations it’s often best to keep your mouth shut so I did. I wanted to know more... as much as possible but Ali wanted to get background information on Elle's problem and how Elle handled her situation. She wanted to know where Elle had come up with the idea of the multiple panties, pad and sanitary panty and all I could tell her was that it was an evolutionary thing... trying different ways to cope. She seemed to think it was a great idea and said she would tell Norma about it. However, that was a red flag to me especially as far as bringing Elle back to the store. I jumped in and told her that Elle would kill me if she knew I'd told anybody about her problem. Basically I pleaded for her not to say anything. It seemed to take a few seconds for that to begin to sink in. She still made a half hearted attempt to be able to tell Norma about Elle but I was adamant saying that when I told her it was in strict confidence. I even told her that I was sorry that I’d mentioned it. That got her attention.

At that point I tried to get back to the trading of the panties. Ali went to the back of ths store and returned with a bunch of little packages. As she approached she said that all she had was ten of the next size up. I just wanted to get out of there so said it was OK. I gave her the box of size 5’s and took two out and she put the teen panties in a bag. She could see that I wasn’t happy and as I started to go for the door she grabbed my arm. She apologized profusely and said she only wanted to help her niece with the information and meant no harm. I don’t remember what I said, if anything, but she again pleaded with me to bring Elle and the kids back. I remember her saying something like ”if only for old times sake“ and promising not to say anything about what I’d told her. Again, I don’t remember what I said.

To be continued... 

FALL... October (Part 91d)


I placed the order with Ali during the lunch break on Monday. Elle and I had decided to order two sizes for the girls so they would have something to grow into. We both felt (and hoped) that Jean was due for a growth spurt, and soon. I finally decided to order some for Elle even though they weren’t as heavy as the Carter’s and then there were the six pair for Jan. When I was talking to Ali I asked if Lollipop didn’t have a heavier grade cotton explaining that Elle really liked the Carter’s ribbed cotton. I wasn’t expecting her to say that the teen sizes had a feature in that the whole back panel was doubled just like the crotch was. Even though all of Elle’s Carter’s panties were teen sized I hadn’t paid any attention to teen sizes when looking through the Lollipop catalog. On the spur of the moment I told her that I’d take one of the teen sized just to see if Elle liked them but that I’d take two of the size 5. I also asked her to ship them to my grandfather’s address. At the mobile home park we had cluster mailboxes and when there was a package all you got was a card telling you to go to the post office to get it. I hated that! They didn’t have a parking lot and there were only three spaces in front of the building which meant driving around the block multiple times trying to get one. She said it wouldn’t be a problem.

It took about ten days. I got a call from Wally (the handyman working for my grandfather) that there was a package for me. Mail there was delivered in the morning which allowed me to retrieve it during my lunch hour. When I walked into the kitchen I saw this fairly large box sitting on the kitchen table. I thought there was a mistake. I checked the label and they had been shipped from Ali’s store to me. Puzzled, I went into the living room to say hello to my grandfather and then back to the package. Not wanting Wally to see the contents I took the package to my car and popped the box open. Oh My God! There were five boxes which was the right number but there were twelve panties in each box. Something was definitely wrong.

I wanted to call Ali right away but not with my grandfather around. I went across the street to Woolworth’s and a pubic phone. I remember Ali laughing when I told her my problem. She calmly explained that only colors were shipped six to a box. With white it was a dozen per box. When I’d said “one” I’d been thinking six to a box. When Ali heard “one” (and white) she did exactly as she was told. I now had 24 size 5 woman's white band leg panties; 12 size 14 teen white band leg panties; 12 size 3 girls white band leg panties and 12 size 4 girls band leg panties... twice as many of each than I expected (or wanted). Ali, wanting to help, offered to take back and into her store stock any that we didn’t want. Each panty was individually wrapped and priced so that wouldn’t be a problem. I told her I’d get back to her.

With that obstacle pretty much overcome I focused on inspecting the teen panties and their doubled back panel. After I opened the one package I had a feeling that I’d seen panties like this before but, at that moment I couldn’t come up with just where and who wore them. I knew that a lot of the cotton panties I’d seen over the years I’d seen quite a few Lollipop panties but these were definitely different and It “bugged” me that I couldn’t remember.

My next problem was how I was going to integrate the new Lollipop panties into what Elle was presently wearing. She was now about four months into her pregnancy and was just starting to show. She knew because her clothes were tight around her waist but to the casual onlooker it wasn’t noticeable. All her existing panties still fit and as far as nylon panties were concerned I still had the larger Plymouth nylon satin panties that hadn’t been used and she could grow into. I thought about it on my way back to work and as I did came up with an idea.

Elle and I had agreed not to buy any presents for our anniversary and I knew that an “austerity” birthday wouldn’t really go over well with her. A while back I’d persuaded her to wet her panties for me while walking the beach with a promise that I’d get the Winter coat she wanted for her birthday. I’d also been after her to get rid of some of her very stained Carter’s Spanky Pants but without any to replace them she kept on using them. With that thought in mind I decided to call Ali after work and to see if I could “trade” some of the woman’s size 5 panties for more of the teen panties only the next larger size so Elle could grow into them. If she said “yes” I’d be able to give them to Elle with the rationale that she would soon need larger panties. I was pleased with myself as I made the call.

Ali was all for it but the “fly in the ointment” was that for my plan to work I’d need the panties by her birthday. Her birthday was on Sunday. There was no way for Ali to get them to me by mail by then which left me only one option... drive in to her store. There was nothing that I could think of that Elle would “buy” for me being gone for four hours. By the time supper was over I’d pretty much given up on the idea.

Just like I’d come up with an “agenda“ Elle had been working on one of her own. The last time we’d seen Buddy and Carol, (my sailing friends) Carol had offered Elle her maternity clothes. Elle’s last pregnancy had been a Summer one so what was left of them wasn’t appropriate going into Winter. Elle was teaching, on average, one to three times a week and wanted to continue as long as she could. That meant having acceptable clothes to wear and Carol, with her "upscale" background, always wore ”nice“ clothes. The warm weather was pretty much gone and I’d heard Elle comment that we had to do ”something... and soon“ about it. As it turned out she’d been trying to come up with a reason to get me to take her in to visit Carol. When I heard that I had to temper my glee so as to not let her know what I had in mind. The position I took was that by going to Carol’s I’d also be able to go to Ali’s store to get the kids panties and we’d save the cost of postage. I almost couldn’t believe the timing of the whole thing.

To be continued...

FALL... October (Part 91c)

Jan was still so wound up that there was no way she was going to be able to go to sleep. We ended up sitting in the living room and talking about her family, her home town and growing up. It amazed me how similar her background was to Elle's. She said her hometown was smaller than this town but that it did have a movie theater and a car race track. I was dying to go to sleep but when she mentioned that it woke me up again. She told me that her uncle had, at one time, driven a car at the track. Other than that she really didn't know that much about it. I'd never heard of the track which bore the name of the town. I asked if she ever went and she smiled but didn't answer. I think it was about then that I told her that I had a race car and raced at the local track. That got her interest and I was pleasantly surprised when she said that she'd like  to go sometime to see me race. I wanted to pursue that a bit more but she got up to go to the bathroom. When she did I got a nice look at her backside. The material of her pajamas was definitely see through and as she walked away I knew she was wearing band leg panties... probably cotton. That view and the talk of racing definitely had me "stimulated".

Before her phone call to me I’d made a note to call Ali to place the order for the kids underwear on Monday. I was still contemplating adding some panties for Elle. While Jan was going to the bathroom I was going over in my mind just how many to order for her and still wasn’t sure. It might’ve been my tiredness along with my thoughts on panties but when Jan walked back into the room I asked her (and I’m sort of laughing as I type this) if she had enough bras and panties (and I actually used those words) after the theft to get by. I remember the look on her face was a combination of surprise and shock. Seeing that look on her face made me backtrack and I’m sure my face was crimson. I apologized and asked if she’d let me explain. What could she do but to say “yes”.

I started by saying I was extremely tired and that just before her call I’d written up an order for not only our kids underwear but also panties for Elle and babbled on that we had a friend in the business and could get 40% off. I know I also mentioned having the catalog. It wasn’t that compact as I remember a lot of “ums” and “uhs” on my part. I must’ve apologized two or three times. Finally I stood up and said that we really needed to get some sleep. As I settled into my grandfather’s chaise and she closed the door to her room I wasn’t sure I’d undone the “damage” my inquiry had done.

In the morning I heard her go upstairs to get washed and dressed for work. I was up and waiting for her when she came back downstairs and was ready to apologize again. However, she spoke first and asked if she could see the catalog. I’m sure I had a look of surprise on my face but told her that I could drop it off after work. She didn’t dwell on it and neither did I... thank goodness.

I signed off on the police report after work and then headed for my grandfather’s house. I still wasn’t sure I should go through with giving Jan the catalog as I pulled into the driveway. I didn’t see her car and decided that since I wouldn’t have to see or talk to her I’d go ahead and leave it. When I walked into the kitchen there she was. I know I was blushing. I’d opened the catalog to the page with womens panties so I handed it to her telling her that she could take her time in deciding. I turned and was headed out the door when she called for me to stop. I did and as she was walking up to me she asked how to read the information on the page. I remember taking a deep breath and taking a look at what she was pointing to. I was thoroughly familiar with just about everything in the booklet so I explained that the prices shown were what the stores would charge and the last number was the percentage amount that would be taken off as a discount. I ended up explaining it the same way as I’d done with Elle saying that if she bought ten pair she would only be paying for six. At that point it appeared she understood and then said that she only wanted white because colors would show through her uniform. I told her that they came individually packaged and were six to a box. As I remember it she didn’t hesitate and said that six pair would be fine. From peeking into her drawer I already knew what size but had to ask. She, matter of factly, said “five”.  Then she asked if I wanted the money right then. I was so relieved that the situation hadn’t become a problem I just shook my head and headed out the door. The cool air felt really good!  

To be continued... 

FALL... October (Part 91b)

To go out to dinner the next night meant we had to spend money for a baby sitter, if we could get one. The first thought was for Karen. Elle had gotten lucky the night we’d gone out with John and his wife but it was a Saturday. Her mother answered the phone and told Elle that she was “taken” but if anything changed that she’d have Karen call. We didn’t have a fall-back other than Elle’s mother and Elle knew that she had guests for the weekend. It didn’t look good but then I remembered Janice who baby sat when Elle was called in to teach. Knowing that there was no second shift on Saturdays and that she didn’t have a boyfriend I felt we were home free.

It took into the afternoon to finally reach her and couldn’t believe it when she said she was going out with some of her friends from work. Then she suggested her sister Jan. In her duties for my grandfather she didn’t have to be there at his house until 9pm. I knew that we were only going out for dinner and that if she had no plans  it would work.

We didn’t hear from Jan until almost 5pm but she said she’d be glad to do it for us. I remember her disclaimer that she hadn’t done any baby sitting since she was 15. Once she turned 16 she had a regular job. After briefly chatting with Elle she said it was similar to the one Elle had back in her high school days. It created an immediate bonding between the two of them. The kids, as expected, were shy at first meeting but upon our return found they were good friends. The meal was excellent and it was good to see Cliff (the owner) once again. He was surprised to hear that I was back involved with stock cars again. All in all, a pretty good day.

With all the things going on during the day it slipped my mind to call Ali about ordering the kids underwear. It turned out to be a good thing. It was about 10pm the next night (Sunday) when I got a call from Jan, She sounded frantic. She said she thought she heard a noise from the back porch. I told her to just go into the kitchen and turn on the porch light. She would have none of that. While I was trying to calm her down she screamed into the phone that she heard more noise. I felt sure there was some simple answer to it so offered to go over to check everything out. After telling Elle where I was headed she pleaded with me to call Jim and to have him go with me. I hated the thought of it but caved in and got him out of bed.

Jim had a high power flashlight and when we pulled into the driveway he shined the light on and around the back porch. I immediately saw that the door to the storage area under the porch was open. I didn’t like that but Jim was ready to go take a look. As we walked up to the open door I could see that the hasp used to latch and lock it had been pried away from the frame. That was not good!. Jim pointed the light into the storage area and all we could see was a small wheelbarrow and some garden tools that Wally, the man who worked for my grandfather during the day, used to maintain the yard.

I’d told Jan that we’d go to the front door and as soon as I rang the bell she opened the door. Her eyes were wide open and it was obvious she was scared. She was wearing a pair of what I called “spotted swiss” light yellow pajamas. It was a thin cotton material but there were these little green “dots” that appeared to be raised. Elle had, at one time, a blouse made of similar material. In any case, it was fairly see through. She had her arms folded across her chest but I thought I could see the outline of her panties.

Jim and I agreed that it was an obvious break in and we needed to call the police. My grandfather was asleep and we decided to leave it that way. It took about a half hour before a cop showed up even though the police station was only a 10 minute walk away. Back outside the cop shined his light all around the area and that was when I noticed that there were clothes on the washline. I had missed that when Jim and I arrived. It was obvious that the clothes belonged to Jan as I recognized the nurse uniforms. The cop wanted to know what, if anything, was missing and without Wally I couldn’t help him with that. Then he asked if anything was missing from the washline. I wondered why he’d ask that. We had to go get Jan to find out. She was reluctant to go outside but the cop assured her that she’d be safe. She grabbed a coat and at the washline she immediately noticed that there was a whole open space. She calmly stated that all her underwear was gone. The cop then asked if she could give a description and I could see that made her clearly uncomfortable. However, the cop was very professional and I was reminded of an early TV cop show, Dragnet and Sergeant Joe Friday... “The facts, ma’m. Just the facts!”. I don’t remember the numbers but it was primarily her panties and bras. The cop wanted to know if she had name tags on them or any markings that could be used to identify them. She said there were non but I do remember her commenting that some of the panties were almost brand new. That triggered the memory of me peeking into her drawer and seen the cotton panties with the Woolworth tags still attached.

It was close to midnight by the time the cop left. I was told to get a list of the missing items, if any, from under the porch and bring it to the police station and then sign the report. Jan still looked frightened so I asked if she wanted me to stay over. The offer changed the look on her face so I knew where I’d be sleeping the rest of the night. I told Jim to drive my car back and that I’d get Wally to drive me home in the morning.

To be continued...

FALL... October (Part 91a)

At work my focus was on writing the machine operators exam and I was finding it to be a difficult challenge. I found myself under pressure for the first time since I’d started work in the Civil Service department. Since my trials and tribulations took up most of the month and didn’t include females and panties I’ll spare you the boredom of having to read it (and me the effort to write it).

The first week entailed two celebrations... Anne’s (my youngest) third birthday and Elle’s and my fifth wedding anniversary. The birthday and party were on a workday for me so it wasn’t until I arrived home that I got the details. I asked Elle how it had gone and she shot back a “FINE!” in a manner that told me that it must have been anything but.

My mother had started a tradition of buying each of the girls a new “party dress” for their birthday. She did this entirely on her own without input from Elle. She arrived early for the party (along with Elle’s mother) so that Anne would have it on to greet her guests. However, my mother hadn’t recognized that Anne had grown where Jean hadn’t and that they were now, basically, the same size. It became evident when Anne tried the dress on. Net result was that Anne didn’t have a new dress for her party and became upset. Not a good way to start.

I’ve written that there was a dearth of girls in around our kids age so, for the party, Elle asked a few of the kids from the church nursery school. Reluctantly, Dina, Jim and Dora’s daughter was also invited even though both Elle and I felt she was a bad influence on our kids. When the kids from church arrived they spied the play house and headed right for it. Elle decided to let them play and to delay the party as it seemed like they were all getting along quite well. When called inside, even though it was for ice cream and cake, they resisted. After they left and when Elle was cleaning up she discovered that one of the chair pads was wet and didn’t appear to be from a spill. She’d tried to remember who sat there but it was Jean who told her that it was Dina. Jean turned out to be a fountain of information and told Elle that Dina had gone tinkle in her pants while they were “playing house”. Hearing this I remembered that it was far from the first time for her. I remembered a time where she’d convinced Jean to do the same. At this point in Elle’s telling I interrupted and told her that she (we) had to tell Dora, friendship be damned. I remember Elle turning away and not looking at me.

With our anniversary the next day it was not a good way for us to end the day. Saving money for the upcoming birth we’d decided to forego presents. Since we’d spent money going out to eat with John and Louise that we hadn’t planned on it was going to be a quiet evening at home. Getting ready for bed Elle handed me an envelope. Fortunately, I’d remembered to buy a card and thought this was her card to me. I saw the writing and recognized my mother’s handwriting. Elle said that my mother had told her that we were to open it after supper but, since we, for all intents and purposes, hadn’t been speaking since then this would have to do. Elle made me open it and I found $20 and a card signed by both our mothers. There was a note telling us that we were to go out for dinner and not to save it. There was also a suggestion to go to a fairly new restaurant owned and run by the guy who had driven my first race car. I looked at Elle and said something along the lines of “Why not?”

That broke the ice and we started talking again. Elle brought up the subject of Anne’s dress and how much she’d grown. We’d talked about it before but kind of avoided making any decisions. Elle had it pretty much planned that as Jean grew out of her clothes they would be passed on down to Anne. Now it had come down to them sharing clothes. We had to make some decisions, and soon, especially since the cold weather was almost upon us. Then she said something that got my attention. When Anne had tried on her new dress my mother made a comment that her underwear appeared to be too small. Elle and I had discussed that right after getting the Lollipop catalog from Bobbi’s (from sailing) aunt. I asked Elle where it was and she told me to follow her. I remember walking down the hall staring at her butt. She was wearing nothing but her panties and pajama top. I enjoyed the walk.

She’d put the catalog into a cabinet with the Sears, Montgomery Ward and Penny’s catalogs that was located in the dining room. As she opened it to the page with the kids underwear she showed some hesitation. She’d put the kids into the Carter’s underwear based upon how well her Spanky Pants had held up so was a bit concerned on how the Lollipop garments would do. I reminded her that we’d be getting about 40% off and that was like getting four free ones for each ten purchased.

She decided that a dozen of two sizes would be the best way to go as she fully expected for Jean to have a growth spurt. That way there would be things to grow into as well as being able to check out just how well they wore. I told her that I’d call Ali the next day. As we retreated down the hall I was weighing weather to order some for Elle at the same time. I knew the material wasn’t as heavy as the Carter’s but, for day time wear and with a pair of the nylon satin panties over them, I felt they would work. Now I had to decide the size(s) to order.

To be continued...

END OF SUMMER... September (Part 90k)


As to the Machine Operator exam, looking at the work Vi had done I was very concerned. The last time I’d seen Jay at the racetrack he told me that the whole field of Data Processing was changing very rapidly what with the introduction of tape drives. He said he’d converted about a third of the work they did to tape and that all new programs were being written to utilize them. I decided to talk with Marty about it even though he was only a “figurehead” as far as the responsibility of writing the exam was concerned. The result was he convinced Mrs K to have a meeting with Jay to hear his concerns. Initially, I was not invited but after Jay had left I was called in. Basically, he convinced her that the Civil Service department needed to take a completely new direction as far as Data Processing was concerned. He also pleaded that unless something was done about staffing the department immediately there was going to be a major disaster. He felt that they were actually three people short. Mrs K, acknowledging my background in the DP department and friendship with Jay, asked for my honest opinion of the situation. My answer was that everyone in the department was overworked, even back when I was there. Without job descriptions and without tests for each position it was an impossible situation for Jay to work with. Even though he was now gone from the scene I threw another jab at Leo saying that he stifled every request for help that Jay had made. At that point she thanked and then excused me. I left not knowing if I'd helped or hindered the situation.

I'll fast forward a bit to say that by the end of the week there was a meeting between the Controller, Jay and Mrs K. The result was a compromise that had to go before the Board of Supervisors. The proposal was to reclassify Jo and Lucy to Machine Operators and Andre to Senior Machine operator. They would be appointed on a temporary basis subject to them taking and passing tests for the position once the Civil Service department created the exams, posted the positions and actually gave them. As to Jay's other needs he would be allowed to advertise the positions and those hired would be subject to the same conditions as Andre, Jo and Lucy. When told I had a very good feeling about my involvement.

Mondays became my favorite day of the week. I'd venture to say that John pretty much felt the same way. I delayed actually discussing my fascination with panties and the women who wore them with John looking for a true opening that wouldn't make me look like some sort of pervert. He gave it to me on our way back from his second Manic Monday at the auditorium site in the West end of the county. He was describing a woman who had given him a "double look" when, after finishing her typing, went down on her haunches to rearrange things in her pocketbook. She lost her balance and had fallen backwards giving him a really good look. But then he asked me what I thought about bikinis. I was caught a bit by surprise and my answer was that I thought they were really great but I wasn't thinking of panties. I was thinking of bathing suits. He didn't know that and went on to say that his wife wouldn't wear them. I still didn't pick up the fact that he was still on panties. It took a little longer for me to grasp that and I did when he asked if my wife (he still hadn't met her) had any bikinis. Elle didn't have a bikini bathing suit and when I told him he laughed and said he was talking about underwear. Then we both laughed. I told him that with Elle’s pregnancy there was little chance for that in the near future.

Unfortunately, talk about our wives generated a suggestion from John that we all get together sometime soon. On hearing that I took a deep breath and waited. My first impression of his wife had been completely negative. John was still commuting from in near the city where he and his wife were staying with relatives of hers so I figured it would be a while. Not so. He said that she was riding out with him that upcoming Friday so she could look around for a place to rent and he thought it would be a good way to end the day. I definitely wanted to stay on the right side of him so told him I’d check with Elle, hoping that she had some plans that would prevent it. She didn’t.

There were any number of reasons why I didn’t want to do it. Spending money to eat out was one and then paying a baby sitter was another. Going to church on Sundays once again had put us back in contact with Karen, the girl who, more or less, ran the nursery during the church services. Both of our girls liked her to the point that my oldest, Jean, stated with the honesty only four year olds can get away with, Karen was only thing she liked about church. We’d previously used her as an emergency baby sitter so Elle dialed her up. She had intended to go to the movies but when Elle said we’d be home early she agreed.

Elle met us in the parking lot and after the introductions, Louise, John’s wife took total control of the conversation and pretty much “grilled” Elle about our kids, her job and where we lived. Elle, innocently, said that we lived about 5 minutes away at a mobile home park. I can VIVIDLY remember Louise’s reaction and words... “You live in a trailer! Oh my! You poor dear! Don’t you get claustrophobic?’ These were the words coming from a woman (with her husband standing right beside her) who basically owned nothing but a 1954 Chevrolet four door sedan, a black and white TV and some clothes and who was mooching off one of her relatives. I wanted to hit her up side her head. John just stood there, not saying a word or expressing any concern for what his wife had just said. Elle, bless her, didn’t respond in a negative way but tried to defend our way of living. I was so mad I’m surprised that I didn’t say something really crass... but I didn’t. At that point John suggested that we head for the diner. I wanted to head home but Elle gave me "tug" to follow along. Hmmmm.

If I spoke a dozen words during the whole time we were at the diner it was a lot. I just couldn’t believe that there were people like her out in the world. Maybe I’d led a somewhat sheltered life but she was definitely a ”pip“. Back at home I quizzed Elle on her ”take“ on Louise. She was the one who’d lived a pretty much sheltered life so I was surprised when she shot back that Louise was a control freak. She added that John appeared to be a ”Casper Milktoast” and afraid of his wife. I couldn’t disagree. There was definitely two different sides to John... one away from his wife and one with his wife. I only liked the side away from Louise.

To be continued...

END OF SUMMER... September (Part 90j)

By then Amy had come out into the garage. I told Crash about my earlier race cars and  who had driven them and upon hearing it his whole personality changed. Stand offish until then it was like he became my best friend. I remember him dispatching Amy back into the house to get us some beers. That was something I definitely didn’t need right about then. I begged off and told him about my current circumstances. He told me that I could leave all the stuff there and by the time we walked out to my car he even volunteered to help me put the motor together. It was a good afternoon... until I looked at my watch. It was late and I knew I was going to have to embellish my story for Elle.
When I got home I don’t think she believed me but I do remember that she wasn’t all that mad. She knew something was “up” but wasn’t ready to press me on it. Thank goodness.

I knew the following week was going to be busy. First up was exposing John to the full blown “Manic Monday”. What with testing up to 90 women and applying the changes we’d tried the previous Monday I was excited. Behind that was having to work on the Machine Operator’s test. Vi didn’t complain when Mrs K informed her that Marty was going to take it over. He showed me what she’d created and I held my tongue when I scanned it. There wasn’t much there and what there was far too basic, at least in my eyes. There was a lot of work ahead and I knew there was pressure to get it done quickly.
 
John and I were at the County Center to pick up the test booklets at 8am but Mrs K wasn’t. She was about 10 minutes late and apologized profusely. I was a bit concerned about being late but, on our drive to the site, John seemed convinced that with the new application procedure we’d introduced the previous Monday that we’d be OK. I sort of dismissed his optimism since he’d never experienced up to possibly 90+ women waiting at the door.

Long story short... it want amazingly well. By 9:45am the majority were all seated and the exam started at 10 sharp. I don’t remember exactly how many were there but almost all 96 seats were full. We started scoring the exams as soon as the applicants turned them in and they were all scored by a little after noon. I’d told John to bring a lunch as there wouldn’t be time to eat. Man, was I wrong! We also implemented the last of my ideas which entailed posting a list of those who had passed using a number system. The prior procedure was to have all the women be seated in the room and then the names of those who passed was read. I’d felt badly for those who’s names were not read. Under the new system, we posted the numbers of those who passed on the door and what it meant was that when we opened the doors at 1pm only those who passed came inside and we could start the typing tests almost immediately. As I remember it we managed to test over 60 women and were on our way back to the Center a little after 4pm. I was one happy man.

We got back to the office just a little too late to unload the typewriters and typing tables but Marty saw us in the parking lot. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing because, in the past, getting back by 6pm was good. He wanted to know everything that we’d done to accomplish this feat. I remember him shaking his head in a sort of disbelief but when we finished I also remember hearing him say “Good work, guys... Good work” That meant a lot.

Now, backing up just a bit... The typing tests were given up on the stage with the applicants facing the closed curtains. The reason for this was to have the stage lighting behind them and on their work. Right from the first time I’d seen the place I was aware of how hot and stuffy it got because of the lights after about an hour. There were no windows to open and only the doors on each end of the stage for ventilation. I’d spent a little time looking around and found that the curtains were not connected and that on each side they was operated by a hand crank. I told John that we could open one of the curtains and that it should help with air circulation. With no air conditioning we only had the windows on each side of the main auditorium for air. He thought it was worth a try.

To be truthful I couldn’t see a difference right away but decided to leave the curtain open anyway feeling that it wouldn’t hurt. As we got down to the last few groups I went down onto the auditorium floor to start stacking the chairs and gathering our supplies. As I went about moving the chairs I looked up at the stage and, at first, almost couldn’t believe my eyes. The stage was about hip high for me or about 3 1/2 feet up. That meant that my eye level was just about even with the knees of those taking the test. However, of the three who were typing away two had their legs spread apart resting against the legs of the typing table. I’m sure my jaw dropped. I had two very nice upskirt peeks and, when I say nice, it was more than just a triangle that I was looking at. I don’t remember how long I stood there before realizing that it would not be a good idea to get caught.

I continued stacking chairs until the next group was seated hoping that the group I'd seen was not an anomaly. There was only one this time and it took a minute or so for her legs to open. I felt guilty so waved to John and told him to come on down. We had a timer with a bell to signal the end of the time for typing so I wasn’t too worried about that. I got John to stand facing me with my back to the typists and motioned for him to look up on the stage. It was funny. He didn’t know why I was doing that but when he saw that one woman I swear his eyes bugged out of his head. I let him stay on the floor while I took the last group. I don’t remember if any of them provided a worthwhile peek or not but I do remember we had a very interesting conversation on our way back. We also decided that the split curtain was going to be the norm from that time on.


To be continued...

END OF SUMMER... September (Part 90i)

Janice was there at 7:45am the next morning so Elle could introduce her to the kids. I was still having a hard time recognizing that she and Jan were really sisters. Janice easily weighed 100 pounds more than Jan. As I was getting ready to leave for work I happened to glance at the table where she was eating breakfast. It made me wonder just how much it was going to cost me in food to have her watch the kids and if we’d actually net any money by the end of the day.

Wednesday’s newspaper had more details on the ”case“ against Leo. I’d written way back in this blog of my early impressions of him. I said I felt he was wrong using County facilities to run his business and especially wrong using his secretary, Gina, to conduct business for his potato chip route business. I also wrote about the fact that he usually didn’t get into the office until noon or later and often left at 4pm when the Controller wasn’t in. There were more things but I can tell you that I just reveled in the fact that he’d been found out. Even though Mrs K still hadn’t lifted her ban on discussing the matter I gave a quick call to Jay. He laughed and said that I’d really get a kick out of the latest ”fall-out“ in that Leo’s mother in law, Nina, was also gone. That news was like icing on a cake. My day, week and month had been made by not only Leo’s departure but the fact that all his ”stuff“ had come out as well. I was one happy man!

Saturday night was closing night at the race track. Eric and Cal weren’t available as they were on duty at the air base but Jim said he’d go. I mentioned that my brother was at my father’s birthday and was back living at home so I recruited him to go with me as well. I didn’t have any choice but to take my ”lumps“ by starting in up front in the qualifying race. I, like Eric the week before, got spun out and into the infield which meant I was in the last chance race. I started first in that one and hadn’t gone a whole lap before there was smoke all around me. It wasn’t a fire but something had gone wrong inside the motor causing it to bellow smoke out the exhaust. I’d ”blown“ (A term used around race tracks to describe what had happened.) the motor and now it wasn’t a choice for the following year. I had to have a new one if I was going to race.

Bags had been watching and was there when my car and I got pushed into my pit stall. I was still in the seat when he stuck his head in the window and said he’d definitely sell me his motor and then took off. That was good news but I didn’t have a clue as to how I was going to pay for it. As I stated earlier, Bags was a bit hyper and it was quite a while later when I finally caught up with him. Rick was out on the track for the featured race so his attention (what little of it there was) was on him. The race turned out to be almost a replay of the one from a week earlier only Jim’s cousin beat Rick out by just a few feet. As we walked back to Rick’s pit stall I reminded him that I’d told him I didn’t have any money and I remember him stopping and saying that he liked me and wasn’t worried about it. He said he knew I’d come up with it one way or another because  ”I was a racer“.

So... I had the promise of a new motor and even though the next race season was six plus months away, I wanted to see it. I managed to pin him down again and he told me that it was at his girl friends house. That seemed a bit strange but I asked him where it was located. I fully expected that it was somewhere in town so when he told me it was located in the same town where both Elle’s and my parents lived I was more than a bit surprised. He called his girlfriend over and introduced her as Amy. He told her that he was selling the motor that was stored in her father’s garage and asked if anyone would be home the next day. By then things were going way too fast and my mind was starting to spin. The next day, Sunday, was already a busy day for me but I was reluctant to say anything that might give him cause to change his mind. Amy said that as far as she knew everyone would be home. I ended up telling her that I would be there sometime in the afternoon.

After church and a visit to the hospital with my grandfather I headed East. I’d come up with a story that my father wanted me to help him move some furniture. As long as Elle didn’t call looking for me while I was checking out the motor I was sure I’d get away with it. I’d gotten the directions from Bags and it was located on what was now called ”New Highway“, a recently built by-pass on the outside of the town. As I approached I recognized the house. Back when I was living at home and had my first race cars it belonged to one of the guys who we raced against. The was no name sign to help me out so when I knocked on the door I wasn’t totally surprised when ”Crash“ opened it. It was the same guy... a true race track ”character”.

Back in his racing days, and when the track first opened, he did something that made him unique. He crashed through the guard rail and out into a farm field... not just once but twice... and on successive weeks. Hence the nickname Crash. He didn’t recognize me as it had been at least seven or eight years since he’d last seen me and I was still a teen. I told him why I was there and, at first, he didn’t believe me. While we were talking, Amy, his daughter appeared. I couldn't help myself as I know I was almost leering at her. Her shorts were an ivory or off white color and even though I was looking at her from the front I swore I could see the outline of her panties through them One word... SEXY!"  She confirmed what I told her father and he just shrugged. He led me out the the garage and showed me a bunch of parts, many in boxes, and the “block”, or the main component of an engine. He told me that he was going to put it together for Bags but wanted to know what I was going to do with it. I’d never put a motor together and didn’t even know how to start. I don’t remember saying anything.Then he asked if I wanted to take it with me and, with absolutely no place to put all the stuff, told him "no" and laughed. I think it was about then that he asked if he should know me.

To be continued...