INTO THE FUTURE... with hope (Part 94a)
January 1 was highly anticipated by everyone working for the County. Salaries would be up and health care expanded. For me there was added responsibility. Mrs K had tapped me to work with Sonny on revising the Police Patrolman exam. It had been his project but he hadn’t been making enough progress on it and she felt I might be able to help get it back on track. The Police exam was, by itself, the most anticipated test administered by the Civil Service department. Given twice a year, there had been almost 1000 applicants the last time it was given. It was a professionally created exam much like the Clerk Typist exam, designed to test for general knowledge. However, there was also a portion designed to test for reasoning powers. The department had been using the same one for three years and Mrs K felt it was time to “shake it up”.
Sonny had been dubbed “a strange duck” by Wilson who, behind his back, even called him SD. Very much a “loner”, he didn’t socialize all that much with the other PT’s and there was little really known about him. He seemed like a good guy to me so didn’t look at the pairing with a jaundiced eye. It would’ve been easier to have worked with John as my partner as we really worked well with each other, constantly bouncing new ideas off each other.
Another departmental development was that our buxom receptionist had been transferred to another department in the County Center building. Her novelty had long worn off and Wilson had finally “won” and got her moved out. One of the girls who had taken the Clerk Typist exam and had passed with high marks on both the written and practical parts had stood out in my mind as an obvious replacement. However. it wasn’t an easy “sell”. Annette was a victim of polio and had no use of her legs. You have to remember that this was the beginning of 1964 and people with handicaps were on their own. But, Annette didn’t consider herself to be handicapped. She got around with metal canes and kind of propelled herself by throwing her legs forward. The problem was in convincing Mrs K that she could do the job. My thought was that she would make the perfect receptionist as she would be willing to stay put, answer the phone and answer questions. Mrs K threw all kinds of questions at her and Annette handled them all with ease. I was really pleased when Mrs K said “OK“.
A big change took place in the Data Processing department as of January 1st. The work I’d done of job descriptions had been accepted and the Board of Supervisors approved a budget just for them. They were still tied, loosely, to the Audit and Control department but Jay was now a full fledged department head with the title of Data Systems Manager. The position of Keypunch Operator was now called Data Entry Clerk with a senior level added (and an increase in pay). Two new girls were in the entry level position and Lucy was in the senior position. My old position of Machine Operator had been changed to Data Processor and Jo now held it. Andre was promoted to Senior Data Processor. All my old co-workers had been given new titles, a pay increase but they were only provisional in that they would have to take a test and pass it to become permanent. It was not something that made Mrs K happy but because of the fall out from Leo’s mismanagement of the department she went along with it. I was no longer barred from visiting the DP office and in fact Jay and I were working on the possibility of having some of the tests scored using electronic equipment. It wasn’t quite like old times but it was close.
Back at the mobile home park the lot next to us finally had a mobile home in it. It was the newest model and I was a bit jealous as some of the changes were really nice. I was able to glean the fact that the owners were in their 40’s with a son in college. I’d been hoping for something like the teen girls who had been living there when we first moved in. The unit across the street had been sold to a single middle aged man so that was a disappointment as well. Eric had decided to have his unit (our old one) moved to where he was originally from but it wasn’t going to happen until the end of the month.
Elle’s pregnancy was still going well with her only problem being that her incontinence was a bit worse. Her doctor told her to follow up with Buddy’s father (the doctor who had done the corrective procedure on her back before we were married) after she’d recovered from the birth. Just the thought of another operation, even though it wasn’t major, just scared her mightily. One of the reasons we’d put off doing anything about it was our medical insurance had been limited but now, with the benefits changed there was no excuse. Selfishly, I was concerned about what the ultimate results would be as we’d integrated her wetting into our love making. Realistically, I knew we had to follow up on the doctors suggestion.
Bags had been away over the holidays so it wasn’t until the second week in January that I finally tracked him down. Of course he wanted all the money right away but I was able to hold him off for a while. It was helpful that his girl friend, ”Crash’s“ daughter, was there when I gave him the money so she could tell her father about it. That cleared the way to starting to put it together. I was excited even though I didn’t have a plan in place to explain to Elle where I’d be going on Saturday afternoons.
All in all the new year was starting off well.
To be continued...
Friday, June 29, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
YEAR END IN SIGHT... (part 93f)
My preoccupation with wondering if Jan had worn the fancy panties was displaced with planning what to do with the $250. First on the list was to give a fair amount to Bags to pay for the motor for the race car. I wanted to get started on building it and “Crash” had told me that he wasn’t going to touch it until Bags gave him the “word”. By the time I fell asleep I’d spent the whole thing and more. The next day I made a quick trip at lunchtime over to my grandfather’s to not only thank him for his generous gift but also to find out what had prompted it. He got all emotional saying that he very much appreciated my taking the time to come over to visit with him and to take him to the hospital. He made a caustic comment about how my brother seemed to avoid him. I chose to keep my mouth shut on that subject and told him I’d see him on Sunday.
It wasn’t until I got back to work and saw a nice VPL from a woman while on break that my thoughts went back to Jan. Then it came to me that I’d had a perfect opportunity to check Jan’s lingerie drawer or her wash to see if she’d worn the panties. I wanted to kick myself. Try as I might I couldn’t come up with a plausible reason to go back over to my grandfather’s house while Jan wasn't there. I finally gave up and figured that it didn’t matter in the long run.
As usual, I showed up after church on Sunday to take my grandfather to see my grandmother. We usually got there at noon or a little later. My grandmother’s condition had deteriorated to the point that she was a “vegetable”, not able to communicate in any way. It was really sad. My grandfather would sit in his wheelchair and hold her hand for about a half hour. I’d just sit and watch unless Cammy, her nurse, happened by. She was always good for a VPL plus a bit of conversation. As she walked out the door I saw Jan standing there. I waved for her to come in but she shook her head in a negative way motioning for me to step out in the hall. This was a real surprise. But the shock was yet to come.
From the time I’d first met her and in all the time I’d been around her I don’t think either of us had touched. So, I was totally unprepared for her to grab one of my hands with both of hers. It wasn’t just a light hold but was rather strong. Then she started talking. Basically what she had to say was the she really appreciated what my family had done for her by inviting her to join in celebrating Christmas. But she went further saying that she now understood what I’d meant that night when I’d asked about “special” days. The gifts and invitation, indeed, had made it a special day and for her to feel special. I thought she was done at that point but then she told me that when she’d found the package with the panties she'd been really upset. She thought I was “strange” and didn’t know what to make of it. However, with the present of the fancy blouse and slip she, more or less, understood. By this time I was perspiring and I really don’t remember what my mealy mouth response was. As surprised as I was for what had just transpired I certainly wasn’t expecting the kiss she planted on my cheek. With that she let go of my hand and turned to walk away. As she did she really made my day when she said something along the lines of “... and I did wear the pants” (She’d always called them underpants in my presence)
That night when the phone rang it was almost 10pm. My first thought was that my grandmother had died but it was Jan. Now my concern jumped to my grandfather. It was neither so, still a bit paranoid about the gift of the panties, I figured it had to do with them. When she asked if someone could look after my grandfather on New Years Eve I was so relieved that I said yes without thinking. Brig (Buddah) had asked her out. It took a few seconds for me to put all the pieces together and when I did realized that I’d committed to go to the farewell party for Eric, my racing helper and neighbor. I kind of hemmed and hawed for a few seconds and then told her that I’d get back to her with the details.
Eric’s party was to start early and Elle really didn’t know any of his Air Force buddies so when I told her that we’d just make an appearance she was happy. All I had to do was get over to my grandfather’s by 9pm. I confirmed it all with Jan and she said that it was perfect as Brig was going to pick her up at 9pm. I decided to try and get there a bit early to meet him again since he and Bags (and Ricky) were friends and I wanted to solidify myself within that whole group.
For a girl who’d told me that there were no “special” times in her life she sure looked special when I saw her that night. I recognized the blouse but with a really different hairdo she looked really good. Before I could start to visualize her wearing the fancy panties Brig arrived. It was a bit awkward at first probably because he hadn’t expected to see me or anyone else. Racing talk cut through that but Jan quickly ended it. I told him that I looked forward the racing season and was sure that we’d meet up again. I remember Jan smiling when I said that. After they left I closed out the year with three games of dominoes with my grandfather. It would only be an hour before a brand new year would be here.
To be continued...
My preoccupation with wondering if Jan had worn the fancy panties was displaced with planning what to do with the $250. First on the list was to give a fair amount to Bags to pay for the motor for the race car. I wanted to get started on building it and “Crash” had told me that he wasn’t going to touch it until Bags gave him the “word”. By the time I fell asleep I’d spent the whole thing and more. The next day I made a quick trip at lunchtime over to my grandfather’s to not only thank him for his generous gift but also to find out what had prompted it. He got all emotional saying that he very much appreciated my taking the time to come over to visit with him and to take him to the hospital. He made a caustic comment about how my brother seemed to avoid him. I chose to keep my mouth shut on that subject and told him I’d see him on Sunday.
It wasn’t until I got back to work and saw a nice VPL from a woman while on break that my thoughts went back to Jan. Then it came to me that I’d had a perfect opportunity to check Jan’s lingerie drawer or her wash to see if she’d worn the panties. I wanted to kick myself. Try as I might I couldn’t come up with a plausible reason to go back over to my grandfather’s house while Jan wasn't there. I finally gave up and figured that it didn’t matter in the long run.
As usual, I showed up after church on Sunday to take my grandfather to see my grandmother. We usually got there at noon or a little later. My grandmother’s condition had deteriorated to the point that she was a “vegetable”, not able to communicate in any way. It was really sad. My grandfather would sit in his wheelchair and hold her hand for about a half hour. I’d just sit and watch unless Cammy, her nurse, happened by. She was always good for a VPL plus a bit of conversation. As she walked out the door I saw Jan standing there. I waved for her to come in but she shook her head in a negative way motioning for me to step out in the hall. This was a real surprise. But the shock was yet to come.
From the time I’d first met her and in all the time I’d been around her I don’t think either of us had touched. So, I was totally unprepared for her to grab one of my hands with both of hers. It wasn’t just a light hold but was rather strong. Then she started talking. Basically what she had to say was the she really appreciated what my family had done for her by inviting her to join in celebrating Christmas. But she went further saying that she now understood what I’d meant that night when I’d asked about “special” days. The gifts and invitation, indeed, had made it a special day and for her to feel special. I thought she was done at that point but then she told me that when she’d found the package with the panties she'd been really upset. She thought I was “strange” and didn’t know what to make of it. However, with the present of the fancy blouse and slip she, more or less, understood. By this time I was perspiring and I really don’t remember what my mealy mouth response was. As surprised as I was for what had just transpired I certainly wasn’t expecting the kiss she planted on my cheek. With that she let go of my hand and turned to walk away. As she did she really made my day when she said something along the lines of “... and I did wear the pants” (She’d always called them underpants in my presence)
That night when the phone rang it was almost 10pm. My first thought was that my grandmother had died but it was Jan. Now my concern jumped to my grandfather. It was neither so, still a bit paranoid about the gift of the panties, I figured it had to do with them. When she asked if someone could look after my grandfather on New Years Eve I was so relieved that I said yes without thinking. Brig (Buddah) had asked her out. It took a few seconds for me to put all the pieces together and when I did realized that I’d committed to go to the farewell party for Eric, my racing helper and neighbor. I kind of hemmed and hawed for a few seconds and then told her that I’d get back to her with the details.
Eric’s party was to start early and Elle really didn’t know any of his Air Force buddies so when I told her that we’d just make an appearance she was happy. All I had to do was get over to my grandfather’s by 9pm. I confirmed it all with Jan and she said that it was perfect as Brig was going to pick her up at 9pm. I decided to try and get there a bit early to meet him again since he and Bags (and Ricky) were friends and I wanted to solidify myself within that whole group.
For a girl who’d told me that there were no “special” times in her life she sure looked special when I saw her that night. I recognized the blouse but with a really different hairdo she looked really good. Before I could start to visualize her wearing the fancy panties Brig arrived. It was a bit awkward at first probably because he hadn’t expected to see me or anyone else. Racing talk cut through that but Jan quickly ended it. I told him that I looked forward the racing season and was sure that we’d meet up again. I remember Jan smiling when I said that. After they left I closed out the year with three games of dominoes with my grandfather. It would only be an hour before a brand new year would be here.
To be continued...
Monday, June 25, 2012
YEAR END IN SIGHT... (Part 93e)
When we got to my grandfather’s house we found my mother busy in the kitchen. Anxious to see the kids reaction to the presents she had bought for them, she took a break and followed all of us into the living room where my father, brother and grandfather were seated. I’d warned my mother that Jan probably wouldn’t arrive until 4:30pm or so. Janice, her sister, being naturally shy had decided to wait for Jan. Concerned that Janice would feel awkward what with gifts being exchanged I’d gotten a subscription to Life magazine and my mother had gloves and a scarf for her. My mother, who loved to shop, had decided that Jan’s gift (a nice fancy blouse and lacy slip) would be from the whole family. That was perfect as far as I was concerned. I was still praying that Jan wouldn’t do or say anything that would even hint at my “gift”.
With the kids happily playing with their gifts Jan and Janice walked in. Jan was still in her nurse’s uniform and my mother made a comment that it would be nice if, for dinner, she could change and not make us all feel so formal. I’d watched Jan’s face from the moment she’d walked in and she hadn’t looked in my direction even for a second. When my mother made her comment she handed Jan the present. After all the “Oh... you shouldn’t have’s” she opened it. It was obvious that she was surprised by the blouse. When she held it up in front of her for all to see, her excitement just glowed. She did look at me as she showed it off and there was no sign of any problem. I was relieved, at least for a few seconds. At my mother’s urging she disappeared into her room with her presents to change.
While she was in there there my grandfather handed out his presents. We all knew it was money. With his failing eyesight and inability to get around he could no longer buy specific presents for each of us. He’d always ask what we actually bought with it but, at least in my case, I’d never tell him. I was expecting the same as the previous year and that was $50 so I didn’t bother to open the envelope. The last envelope was for Jan who appeared from her room just in time. I was amazed at how nice she looked in the fancy blouse and a plain gray wool skirt. She’d also done something with her hair which added to her “look”. When my grandfather called her over for her envelope she was embarrassed. I’d not anticipated him including her. After giving her the invitation, to join the family for Christmas I explained what she could expect and that wasn’t part of it. I was happy for her especially after how long it had taken for my grandfather to accept her.
Jan and her sister insisted that they help my mother getting the food ready. My brother finally showed up about a half hour before we were to eat. I was in a position to see my grandfather’s face when he appeared. It was clear that my grandfather wasn’t too pleased with him. In a selfish way I was hoping that my brother wouldn’t get his envelope... but he did.
With two “strangers”, dinner was a little awkward at first but everybody soon melded in. I kept taking peeks at Jan but she seemed to avoid looking my way. I was a bit surprised since she’d had a nice smile on her face when she’d walked past me when showing off her new blouse. At least she wasn’t making faces at me. Tradition in our family was that the dessert served at both Thanksgiving and Christmas was home made mince meat pie. It was a recipe handed down for generations and something that you had to acquire a taste for. Watching both Jan and her sister take their first bites was definitely a Kodak moment although no one had a camera. However, they survived. With the kids occupied with their new toys the rest of us sat around and talked. Most of it focused on Jan and Janice’s memories from their Christmases as children. It was eye opening for me as they didn’t get much in the way of toys and the clothes they received were plain and functional. Hearing that I felt very good about my desire to get Jan some “special” things.
Elle wanted to get the kids home at a reasonable hour since they’d been up since around 7am and without a nap. I was proud of them as their behavior was, for the most part, exemplary. I was a bit torn about wanting a few seconds with Jan or not. When it didn’t happen I’ll admit I was relieved. Unrealistic as it was I was hoping to find out if she’d actually worn the fancy panties along with the slip and blouse. After loading the presents into the station wagon we then said our “good byes”. When I bent over to kiss my grandfather and to thank him for the envelope he tried to put something into my shirt pocket. When I got it in my hand I asked what it was and he just told me to get going and waved me away. I knew better than to fight him so walked away with a smile. Not wanting to bring attention to it I stuffed it in my pocket and headed out.
It had been a long, but good, day for all of us. After getting the kids to sleep I was ready for bed myself. It was when I was taking my pants off that I remembered the thing my grandfather had tried to put in my pocket. Elle was washing up in the bathroom when I fished it out. When I saw what it was it just about took my breath away. It was a check for $250. I didn’t understand it. I’d gotten my envelope along with everybody else but hadn't looked in it and immediately wanted to know what was in it. Both Elle’s and my envelopes were still in the bags containing the gifts from my parents so, after rooting around in them I found both. Mine held a brand new $50 bill and Elle’s a new $20 and a $5. I stood there questioning the meaning of the check until Elle called me. As I walked down the hall I made a quick decision that I wasn’t going to mention the check.
To be continued...
When we got to my grandfather’s house we found my mother busy in the kitchen. Anxious to see the kids reaction to the presents she had bought for them, she took a break and followed all of us into the living room where my father, brother and grandfather were seated. I’d warned my mother that Jan probably wouldn’t arrive until 4:30pm or so. Janice, her sister, being naturally shy had decided to wait for Jan. Concerned that Janice would feel awkward what with gifts being exchanged I’d gotten a subscription to Life magazine and my mother had gloves and a scarf for her. My mother, who loved to shop, had decided that Jan’s gift (a nice fancy blouse and lacy slip) would be from the whole family. That was perfect as far as I was concerned. I was still praying that Jan wouldn’t do or say anything that would even hint at my “gift”.
With the kids happily playing with their gifts Jan and Janice walked in. Jan was still in her nurse’s uniform and my mother made a comment that it would be nice if, for dinner, she could change and not make us all feel so formal. I’d watched Jan’s face from the moment she’d walked in and she hadn’t looked in my direction even for a second. When my mother made her comment she handed Jan the present. After all the “Oh... you shouldn’t have’s” she opened it. It was obvious that she was surprised by the blouse. When she held it up in front of her for all to see, her excitement just glowed. She did look at me as she showed it off and there was no sign of any problem. I was relieved, at least for a few seconds. At my mother’s urging she disappeared into her room with her presents to change.
While she was in there there my grandfather handed out his presents. We all knew it was money. With his failing eyesight and inability to get around he could no longer buy specific presents for each of us. He’d always ask what we actually bought with it but, at least in my case, I’d never tell him. I was expecting the same as the previous year and that was $50 so I didn’t bother to open the envelope. The last envelope was for Jan who appeared from her room just in time. I was amazed at how nice she looked in the fancy blouse and a plain gray wool skirt. She’d also done something with her hair which added to her “look”. When my grandfather called her over for her envelope she was embarrassed. I’d not anticipated him including her. After giving her the invitation, to join the family for Christmas I explained what she could expect and that wasn’t part of it. I was happy for her especially after how long it had taken for my grandfather to accept her.
Jan and her sister insisted that they help my mother getting the food ready. My brother finally showed up about a half hour before we were to eat. I was in a position to see my grandfather’s face when he appeared. It was clear that my grandfather wasn’t too pleased with him. In a selfish way I was hoping that my brother wouldn’t get his envelope... but he did.
With two “strangers”, dinner was a little awkward at first but everybody soon melded in. I kept taking peeks at Jan but she seemed to avoid looking my way. I was a bit surprised since she’d had a nice smile on her face when she’d walked past me when showing off her new blouse. At least she wasn’t making faces at me. Tradition in our family was that the dessert served at both Thanksgiving and Christmas was home made mince meat pie. It was a recipe handed down for generations and something that you had to acquire a taste for. Watching both Jan and her sister take their first bites was definitely a Kodak moment although no one had a camera. However, they survived. With the kids occupied with their new toys the rest of us sat around and talked. Most of it focused on Jan and Janice’s memories from their Christmases as children. It was eye opening for me as they didn’t get much in the way of toys and the clothes they received were plain and functional. Hearing that I felt very good about my desire to get Jan some “special” things.
Elle wanted to get the kids home at a reasonable hour since they’d been up since around 7am and without a nap. I was proud of them as their behavior was, for the most part, exemplary. I was a bit torn about wanting a few seconds with Jan or not. When it didn’t happen I’ll admit I was relieved. Unrealistic as it was I was hoping to find out if she’d actually worn the fancy panties along with the slip and blouse. After loading the presents into the station wagon we then said our “good byes”. When I bent over to kiss my grandfather and to thank him for the envelope he tried to put something into my shirt pocket. When I got it in my hand I asked what it was and he just told me to get going and waved me away. I knew better than to fight him so walked away with a smile. Not wanting to bring attention to it I stuffed it in my pocket and headed out.
It had been a long, but good, day for all of us. After getting the kids to sleep I was ready for bed myself. It was when I was taking my pants off that I remembered the thing my grandfather had tried to put in my pocket. Elle was washing up in the bathroom when I fished it out. When I saw what it was it just about took my breath away. It was a check for $250. I didn’t understand it. I’d gotten my envelope along with everybody else but hadn't looked in it and immediately wanted to know what was in it. Both Elle’s and my envelopes were still in the bags containing the gifts from my parents so, after rooting around in them I found both. Mine held a brand new $50 bill and Elle’s a new $20 and a $5. I stood there questioning the meaning of the check until Elle called me. As I walked down the hall I made a quick decision that I wasn’t going to mention the check.
To be continued...
Friday, June 22, 2012
YEAR END IN SIGHT... (Part 93d)
I was paying for the panties when another saleslady walked up and as the first saleslady was wrapping them made a comment to her. They chatted for a few seconds and then the one who’d been waiting on me said that I might be in luck. The other saleslady had put two pair away for a customer the previous week who hadn’t returned and they were a size 5. I couldn’t believe my luck. I ended up taking all four.
John wanted to know what was in the bag I brought back. We’d shared panty peeks for a few months by then but I wasn’t up to sharing my absolute fascination with panties with him at that time. I fudged the answer saying I’d bought Elle a nylon scarf. I was partially right... at least about the nylon.
I questioned my sanity shortly after making the decision... I decided that I would give them to Jan on Christmas eve. After the news that I’d have more dollars in my take home pay Elle and I decided we’d splurge a bit on the kids. We’d seen a 1/3 size play kitchen set in the Sears Christmas catalog. The only place to assemble the three pieces was at my grandfather’s house which gave me an excuse to see Jan. As it turned out I actually needed her help to get them together. Without ”pushing“ I got her to admit she was looking forward to having Christmas with us. In the course of casual conversation she asked what everyone would be wearing. My answer was that it was tradition to wear clothes that we’d been given for Christmas. I saw her face get wrinkled up a bit so I asked what was wrong. She didn’t want to answer but this time I ”pushed”.
She told me that all she was getting from her parents was a hand me down Winter coat and that she and her sister had agreed not to exchange gifts, At this point in time I have to tell you that she was helping me by crawling around the floor on her hands and knees while still wearing her nurses uniform. Being white, I was getting an occasional VPL and it was obvious that she was wearing band leg panties. I’d come up with a couple of mismatched panels and couldn’t get the two pieces to fit together. Frustrated, I just sat back with my back against a wall. Jan was on the other side and chose to do the same. The difference was that she was wearing a dress and when she leaned back she used her legs to push her butt back. A very nice “peek”! It didn’t matter that I knew what she was wearing as a peek is a peek is a peek. She saw me looking and didn’t say anything at first. When she spoke her words surprised me. I’d forgotten that she’d made a joke of when I’d handled her panties back when I was fixing her dresser drawer. I don’t remember her exact words but they were along the lines of “Now you’ve seen my underpants on and off me... satisfied?”. The tone of her spoken words weren’t as harsh as they appear above and her lips did have a bit of a smirk.
I just sat there for a few seconds and the only thing I could think of to say was to ask if she was mad at me. That made her smile. She said I reminded her of a guy she knew in school who was always trying to see up her skirt. With that I was blushing beet red. I figured that any chance of giving her the fancy Rogers panties was now dead for sure. But I felt I had to defend myself just as I had when I’d handed the panties I’d dumped on the floor that time back to her. When I did she just waved her hand towards me and said she’d just been kidding. She went on that it just seemed funny to her that I’d been involved in so many incidents concerning her underpants but that she was not upset.
We got back to the task at hand and finished it up. After loading the pieces into the station wagon I came back into the house to say good night to my grandfather. I brought the Rogers panties in with me but didn't know if I had enough nerve to go through with giving them to her. Jan wasn’t in her room but the door was open and her light was on. I’d left the panties in the tissue paper that they had been wrapped in and had put a bow on the top. I knocked on the door just to be sure and, not getting a response, walked in and put the little package on her pillow. I’d grabbed a slip of paper from my grandfather’s desk and wrote “Merry Christmas! These are to make you feel SPECIAL”. I did manage to make it out of the room before she returned. Once back in the station wagon I started to realize just how big a chance I’d just taken. All I could do was hope (and pray) that she had the sense not to say anything. To say I was distracted at the midnight church service that night is putting it mildly.
With that weighing on my mind Christmas morning wasn’t all that exciting. The kids went wild with their presents (a sink, refrigerator and stove) and when it was time to get dressed and head for Elle’s parents they weren’t very cooperative wanting to stay and play with them. Even telling them that there were more presents to come didn’t work. So, with two disgruntled kids in the back of the station wagon we headed out. Elle’s brother was there and even though he’d been out of the the army for a while he didn’t spend much time at home. Our kids distanced themselves from him which didn’t make our time there very pleasant. Even with the trepidation of seeing Jan at our next stop I was looking forward to leaving.
To be continued...
I was paying for the panties when another saleslady walked up and as the first saleslady was wrapping them made a comment to her. They chatted for a few seconds and then the one who’d been waiting on me said that I might be in luck. The other saleslady had put two pair away for a customer the previous week who hadn’t returned and they were a size 5. I couldn’t believe my luck. I ended up taking all four.
John wanted to know what was in the bag I brought back. We’d shared panty peeks for a few months by then but I wasn’t up to sharing my absolute fascination with panties with him at that time. I fudged the answer saying I’d bought Elle a nylon scarf. I was partially right... at least about the nylon.
I questioned my sanity shortly after making the decision... I decided that I would give them to Jan on Christmas eve. After the news that I’d have more dollars in my take home pay Elle and I decided we’d splurge a bit on the kids. We’d seen a 1/3 size play kitchen set in the Sears Christmas catalog. The only place to assemble the three pieces was at my grandfather’s house which gave me an excuse to see Jan. As it turned out I actually needed her help to get them together. Without ”pushing“ I got her to admit she was looking forward to having Christmas with us. In the course of casual conversation she asked what everyone would be wearing. My answer was that it was tradition to wear clothes that we’d been given for Christmas. I saw her face get wrinkled up a bit so I asked what was wrong. She didn’t want to answer but this time I ”pushed”.
She told me that all she was getting from her parents was a hand me down Winter coat and that she and her sister had agreed not to exchange gifts, At this point in time I have to tell you that she was helping me by crawling around the floor on her hands and knees while still wearing her nurses uniform. Being white, I was getting an occasional VPL and it was obvious that she was wearing band leg panties. I’d come up with a couple of mismatched panels and couldn’t get the two pieces to fit together. Frustrated, I just sat back with my back against a wall. Jan was on the other side and chose to do the same. The difference was that she was wearing a dress and when she leaned back she used her legs to push her butt back. A very nice “peek”! It didn’t matter that I knew what she was wearing as a peek is a peek is a peek. She saw me looking and didn’t say anything at first. When she spoke her words surprised me. I’d forgotten that she’d made a joke of when I’d handled her panties back when I was fixing her dresser drawer. I don’t remember her exact words but they were along the lines of “Now you’ve seen my underpants on and off me... satisfied?”. The tone of her spoken words weren’t as harsh as they appear above and her lips did have a bit of a smirk.
I just sat there for a few seconds and the only thing I could think of to say was to ask if she was mad at me. That made her smile. She said I reminded her of a guy she knew in school who was always trying to see up her skirt. With that I was blushing beet red. I figured that any chance of giving her the fancy Rogers panties was now dead for sure. But I felt I had to defend myself just as I had when I’d handed the panties I’d dumped on the floor that time back to her. When I did she just waved her hand towards me and said she’d just been kidding. She went on that it just seemed funny to her that I’d been involved in so many incidents concerning her underpants but that she was not upset.
We got back to the task at hand and finished it up. After loading the pieces into the station wagon I came back into the house to say good night to my grandfather. I brought the Rogers panties in with me but didn't know if I had enough nerve to go through with giving them to her. Jan wasn’t in her room but the door was open and her light was on. I’d left the panties in the tissue paper that they had been wrapped in and had put a bow on the top. I knocked on the door just to be sure and, not getting a response, walked in and put the little package on her pillow. I’d grabbed a slip of paper from my grandfather’s desk and wrote “Merry Christmas! These are to make you feel SPECIAL”. I did manage to make it out of the room before she returned. Once back in the station wagon I started to realize just how big a chance I’d just taken. All I could do was hope (and pray) that she had the sense not to say anything. To say I was distracted at the midnight church service that night is putting it mildly.
With that weighing on my mind Christmas morning wasn’t all that exciting. The kids went wild with their presents (a sink, refrigerator and stove) and when it was time to get dressed and head for Elle’s parents they weren’t very cooperative wanting to stay and play with them. Even telling them that there were more presents to come didn’t work. So, with two disgruntled kids in the back of the station wagon we headed out. Elle’s brother was there and even though he’d been out of the the army for a while he didn’t spend much time at home. Our kids distanced themselves from him which didn’t make our time there very pleasant. Even with the trepidation of seeing Jan at our next stop I was looking forward to leaving.
To be continued...
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
YEAR END IN SIGHT... (Part 93c)
The party was very nice. Mrs K’s husband, Larry, ended up being the entertainment. Wearing a Santa suit he fit the bill. Because of my dislike of John’s wife I avoided her all evening. The women, some meeting for the first time, got along well and Elle managed her “problem” without incident. Wilson’s wife and Elle shared similar backgrounds and interests which I thought was a real bonus. We left fairly early with Elle’s pregnancy as the excuse. Not unexpectedly we found Karen asleep in the swivel rocker and the TV on. We startled her as we walked in and she jumped up. Her coat was draped over the chair she’d been in so she just put it on and we were out the door. I drove her home with nary a word spoken. I paid her and told her I’d see her in church in the morning. Even that didn’t get a “rise” out of her.
Elle was dressed ready for bed and sitting on the sofa when I walked in. By her feet was this small bag with the name of the local high school stenciled on it. Karen, in her rush to leave, had left it on the dining room table. It didn’t matter as we’d see her in church in the morning. I was in bed when it came to me that there was a good chance that a pair of Karen’s panties would be in the bag. It took a while to fall asleep as I tried to come up with a plan to investigate it in the morning.
Nothing was going well as we prepared for church. Anne, our youngest woke up in a snit and wasn’t co-operating with Elle about anything. Trying to dress her Elle finally picked her up and took her down to our bedroom to do it on our bed. I immediately headed for Karen's bag. Initially, it appeared that all that was inside was Karen’s red and white uniform. I was rushing, afraid Elle would appear from behind me but I made one last swipe and found something silky. I pulled it to the surface and it was as if the panties knew that I was looking for them as they were inside out and right on the top with the label, Isis, right there. I knew immediately where they came from. We had a W T Grant store down on Main Street and it was like an upscale 5 & 10 cent store. I’d seen them a time or two before and had been impressed by the quality. All I had time for was to read the label. I stuffed them back inside the bag and went on down the hall to help Elle.
After the church service, when Elle and I went downstairs to retrieve the girls from the nursery, it was the “old” Karen we saw. With a big smile on her face she was down on her haunches helping a very young boy with his coat. I stopped and waited, hoping for a peek. When it didn’t happen and she stood up I still visualized her there in just her Isis panties. I also hoped that we’d be able to have her babysit again under better circumstances.
With Christmas approaching I’d gotten to thinking about Jan and her sister being alone and I got the idea of including them for Christmas dinner at my grandfather’s. Jan's comment to me about not having any "special days" had really gotten to me. I ran the idea by my mother who thought it was a good one. However, because Jan would be working Christmas day, we’d have to change the time for dinner to be served. That became a problem.
My grandfather, at his age, was very set in his ways. Christmas dinner was ALWAYS in the early afternoon. Added to that... Elle’s mother NEVER served the main meal of the day before 5 or 6pm. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I’d stirred up a hornets nest. However, help came from an unexpected source. Elle’s brother had been working in the city since getting out of the Army and that Fall he’d just landed a good job. With Christmas on a Wednesday he had to be at work on Thursday. Since his only mode of transportation was the train and the last train was at 3pm Elle’s mother HAD to have an early dinner for him to participate. That solved half the problem. My father, reluctantly, agreed to handle his father which pretty much solved the other half. I can still remember the reaction from Jan when I gave her the invitation.
John and I had seen a definite slowing of applicants for the Clerk Typist exam as we approached the holidays. On the Monday right before Christmas the turn out was the least we’d seen. By the time the last test taker had finished we had all but a handful scored which gave us quite a bit of time for lunch. John had continued to bring his lunch so I had over an hour to go get mine. Like most towns, this one had a small locally owned department store. I’d thought about going in a few times but by the time I’d ordered and eaten my lunch there wasn’t enough time. But, on this day I had at least a half hour after eating. I remember the name of the store started with “Bon” but there are a couple of names that keep popping up in my memory for the second half of it. In any case I already had Elle’s present so that meant I was free to wander... right to the lingerie department. As opposed to a number of other like stores it was way in the rear. As I approached it I saw this rather large display at the entry way. Actually , it was a cart with bins painted in an ivory color and the name, in script, read Roger’s. A hand made sign was taped across it that read “Closeout Sale’. There weren’t many panties but the first pair I saw was truly beautiful. Lace cut-outs on both the left and right side of the front with lace all around the leg elastics. The waist elastic was distinctive as well. But the clincher was the feel... nylon satin! I rooted through all the panties that were left and all I found of the fancy ones were two size 6's. A saleslady walked up and must have seen me digging through the bins as she asked if she could help. I showed her what I’d found and asked if by any chance that there might be any more in size 5. She was really very nice but told me that everything they had by that manufacturer was on display. I already knew I was going to take the two pair I had in my hand even though they weren’t what I wanted as I rationalized that Elle could wear them during the next few months of her pregnancy.
To be continued...
The party was very nice. Mrs K’s husband, Larry, ended up being the entertainment. Wearing a Santa suit he fit the bill. Because of my dislike of John’s wife I avoided her all evening. The women, some meeting for the first time, got along well and Elle managed her “problem” without incident. Wilson’s wife and Elle shared similar backgrounds and interests which I thought was a real bonus. We left fairly early with Elle’s pregnancy as the excuse. Not unexpectedly we found Karen asleep in the swivel rocker and the TV on. We startled her as we walked in and she jumped up. Her coat was draped over the chair she’d been in so she just put it on and we were out the door. I drove her home with nary a word spoken. I paid her and told her I’d see her in church in the morning. Even that didn’t get a “rise” out of her.
Elle was dressed ready for bed and sitting on the sofa when I walked in. By her feet was this small bag with the name of the local high school stenciled on it. Karen, in her rush to leave, had left it on the dining room table. It didn’t matter as we’d see her in church in the morning. I was in bed when it came to me that there was a good chance that a pair of Karen’s panties would be in the bag. It took a while to fall asleep as I tried to come up with a plan to investigate it in the morning.
Nothing was going well as we prepared for church. Anne, our youngest woke up in a snit and wasn’t co-operating with Elle about anything. Trying to dress her Elle finally picked her up and took her down to our bedroom to do it on our bed. I immediately headed for Karen's bag. Initially, it appeared that all that was inside was Karen’s red and white uniform. I was rushing, afraid Elle would appear from behind me but I made one last swipe and found something silky. I pulled it to the surface and it was as if the panties knew that I was looking for them as they were inside out and right on the top with the label, Isis, right there. I knew immediately where they came from. We had a W T Grant store down on Main Street and it was like an upscale 5 & 10 cent store. I’d seen them a time or two before and had been impressed by the quality. All I had time for was to read the label. I stuffed them back inside the bag and went on down the hall to help Elle.
After the church service, when Elle and I went downstairs to retrieve the girls from the nursery, it was the “old” Karen we saw. With a big smile on her face she was down on her haunches helping a very young boy with his coat. I stopped and waited, hoping for a peek. When it didn’t happen and she stood up I still visualized her there in just her Isis panties. I also hoped that we’d be able to have her babysit again under better circumstances.
With Christmas approaching I’d gotten to thinking about Jan and her sister being alone and I got the idea of including them for Christmas dinner at my grandfather’s. Jan's comment to me about not having any "special days" had really gotten to me. I ran the idea by my mother who thought it was a good one. However, because Jan would be working Christmas day, we’d have to change the time for dinner to be served. That became a problem.
My grandfather, at his age, was very set in his ways. Christmas dinner was ALWAYS in the early afternoon. Added to that... Elle’s mother NEVER served the main meal of the day before 5 or 6pm. It didn’t take long for me to realize that I’d stirred up a hornets nest. However, help came from an unexpected source. Elle’s brother had been working in the city since getting out of the Army and that Fall he’d just landed a good job. With Christmas on a Wednesday he had to be at work on Thursday. Since his only mode of transportation was the train and the last train was at 3pm Elle’s mother HAD to have an early dinner for him to participate. That solved half the problem. My father, reluctantly, agreed to handle his father which pretty much solved the other half. I can still remember the reaction from Jan when I gave her the invitation.
John and I had seen a definite slowing of applicants for the Clerk Typist exam as we approached the holidays. On the Monday right before Christmas the turn out was the least we’d seen. By the time the last test taker had finished we had all but a handful scored which gave us quite a bit of time for lunch. John had continued to bring his lunch so I had over an hour to go get mine. Like most towns, this one had a small locally owned department store. I’d thought about going in a few times but by the time I’d ordered and eaten my lunch there wasn’t enough time. But, on this day I had at least a half hour after eating. I remember the name of the store started with “Bon” but there are a couple of names that keep popping up in my memory for the second half of it. In any case I already had Elle’s present so that meant I was free to wander... right to the lingerie department. As opposed to a number of other like stores it was way in the rear. As I approached it I saw this rather large display at the entry way. Actually , it was a cart with bins painted in an ivory color and the name, in script, read Roger’s. A hand made sign was taped across it that read “Closeout Sale’. There weren’t many panties but the first pair I saw was truly beautiful. Lace cut-outs on both the left and right side of the front with lace all around the leg elastics. The waist elastic was distinctive as well. But the clincher was the feel... nylon satin! I rooted through all the panties that were left and all I found of the fancy ones were two size 6's. A saleslady walked up and must have seen me digging through the bins as she asked if she could help. I showed her what I’d found and asked if by any chance that there might be any more in size 5. She was really very nice but told me that everything they had by that manufacturer was on display. I already knew I was going to take the two pair I had in my hand even though they weren’t what I wanted as I rationalized that Elle could wear them during the next few months of her pregnancy.
To be continued...
Sunday, June 10, 2012
YEAR END IN SIGHT... (Part 93b)
One of the things that I’d thought about after staying with my grandfather for those few nights was just how happy he was to have someone to play dominoes and to reminisce with. He’d lived an interesting life and I’d just started to scratch the surface of it. I figured that I could stay and eat lunch with him after taking him to the hospital to see my grandmother and still be home by 2 or 2:30pm. The day after meeting ”Buddha“ I was wheeling him though the lobby at the hospital when the lady at the desk called out to me. I had no idea who she was but everyone knew my grandfather. I headed over to where she was and she proceeded to tell me that her son had just met me. I remember smiling but didn’t know what to say. It puzzled me but I put it aside and chalked it up to life in a small town.
My grandfather really appreciated me taking time to spend with him. After eating he proceeded to tell about his life when he was the same age as I was and it was eye opening. It was a call from Elle that broke my grandfather’s ”spell” on me. I actually looked forward to the following Sunday. That happened to be a Sunday that Jan had worked out a split shift with one of her fellow nurses and she was at the house when we got there. She joined us for lunch and then retreated to her room. However, my grandfather and I were seated right outside her door for his storytelling. It took a while but she appeared in the doorway and asked if she could sit in and listen. I was truly surprised. When I was leaving she walked with me to the door and told me that she’d met a friend of mine. I asked “Who?” and she responded “Brig”. I know I must’ve looked perplexed because I didn’t know anyone with that name and probably had never even heard that name before. Not put off at all she went on that his mother was a volunteer at the hospital. It took more than a few seconds for me to remember the lady who’d hailed me a few weeks prior when I was with my grandfather. Once I put the two pieces together it made sense.
Like any good mother with an unmarried son, Brig’s mother arranged for Jan to meet him. She volunteered that they’d had a “casual” date and during the conversation he’d mentioned race cars. Jan knew I had a race car and mentioned it. Voila! The connection. I had to explain that I knew Brig as “Buddah” and had only met him the one time. She thought the name was funny. He’d told her that we were friends. I had no real problem with that but I wanted to know him better before I'd classify him a "friend". I explained that to her and she commented that he was really a nice guy. I remember her saying that she hoped that he and I would would become friends. I wondered about the full meaning of that.
I always waited to mid month to pay the rent. When I walked up to the park office to pay I saw that all the patio room panels had been removed from the lot where Andy and Lil had lived. The only thing left on the pad was the shed. I still had the key and had yet to take a look inside. I was sure there was nothing of interest for me. I’d given some casual thought about using the shed itself but there was the question of ownership. At the office I asked and was told by Dick, one of the owners, that for all intents and purposes it belonged to him as Andy hadn’t paid the rent going all the way back to May. He told me that if I wanted it, take it. He also told me to do it quickly as a new 60 footer was due in soon and it would need the space occupied by the shed.
Back home I got the key and inspected the contents. As I’d expected most of what was there were broken parts for Andy’s bulldozer. There was also an old bookcase painted a bilious green. It wasn’t very big and there were some parts boxes marked “International”, the make of his truck. On the bottom were some old wooden cigar boxes. A peek inside of a few showed miscellaneous nets, bolts, screws and the like. I didn’t have any immediate need for them but thought they might come in handy at some time in the future. There were probably eight or nine and I just stacked them up and took them over to the trunk of my car. There wasn’t much room as I had all my tools and spare parts for the race car stuffed in there. I told Elle what I’d found and, in spite of my description of the bookcase she wanted to see it. It ended up in our patio room. As far as the shed was concerned Andy had mixed up some cement to make a floor and when he laid it down he went right over the bottom lip of the panels. That made it impossible to dismantle it without damage. I left thinking it would've been nice but...
At work, the office voted to have the Christmas party in the office with no guests. Once that was decided Mrs K told each of the PT’s (Personnel Technicians) that we were invited to a “real” party at her house with wives and, in Sonny’s case, a guest. Knowing her personality I was sure it would be a good time. The problem was that it was only a few days away. When I told Elle she reminded me that her mother and father would be away that weekend visiting her father’s only living relatives. That meant we needed a baby sitter.
Elle had been volunteering for some time at the church and working with the mother of our sometime babysitter, Karen, so made the call. Karen was playing basketball in a holiday tournament that day. Her mother said she’d use her “influence” to persuade her to help us out even though it would be a bit of a struggle. The way it worked out was I had to go to the school to pick her up immediately after the game. I got there to see her play a few minutes but her team was hopelessly behind and the coach was putting in the bench warmers to close out the game. I caught up with her once the game was over and, still wearing her uniform, we headed home. Even though Elle had told her mother that she could shower and change at our place and that there would be a meal waiting she didn't look very happy.
I liked Karen (and her family) but on this night it was obvious that she was really “beat”. I’d always been able to engage her in small talk but on this night she was quiet. I figured it was because the team had lost in the championship game. Once Karen was inside Elle and I were off to the party.
To be continued...
One of the things that I’d thought about after staying with my grandfather for those few nights was just how happy he was to have someone to play dominoes and to reminisce with. He’d lived an interesting life and I’d just started to scratch the surface of it. I figured that I could stay and eat lunch with him after taking him to the hospital to see my grandmother and still be home by 2 or 2:30pm. The day after meeting ”Buddha“ I was wheeling him though the lobby at the hospital when the lady at the desk called out to me. I had no idea who she was but everyone knew my grandfather. I headed over to where she was and she proceeded to tell me that her son had just met me. I remember smiling but didn’t know what to say. It puzzled me but I put it aside and chalked it up to life in a small town.
My grandfather really appreciated me taking time to spend with him. After eating he proceeded to tell about his life when he was the same age as I was and it was eye opening. It was a call from Elle that broke my grandfather’s ”spell” on me. I actually looked forward to the following Sunday. That happened to be a Sunday that Jan had worked out a split shift with one of her fellow nurses and she was at the house when we got there. She joined us for lunch and then retreated to her room. However, my grandfather and I were seated right outside her door for his storytelling. It took a while but she appeared in the doorway and asked if she could sit in and listen. I was truly surprised. When I was leaving she walked with me to the door and told me that she’d met a friend of mine. I asked “Who?” and she responded “Brig”. I know I must’ve looked perplexed because I didn’t know anyone with that name and probably had never even heard that name before. Not put off at all she went on that his mother was a volunteer at the hospital. It took more than a few seconds for me to remember the lady who’d hailed me a few weeks prior when I was with my grandfather. Once I put the two pieces together it made sense.
Like any good mother with an unmarried son, Brig’s mother arranged for Jan to meet him. She volunteered that they’d had a “casual” date and during the conversation he’d mentioned race cars. Jan knew I had a race car and mentioned it. Voila! The connection. I had to explain that I knew Brig as “Buddah” and had only met him the one time. She thought the name was funny. He’d told her that we were friends. I had no real problem with that but I wanted to know him better before I'd classify him a "friend". I explained that to her and she commented that he was really a nice guy. I remember her saying that she hoped that he and I would would become friends. I wondered about the full meaning of that.
I always waited to mid month to pay the rent. When I walked up to the park office to pay I saw that all the patio room panels had been removed from the lot where Andy and Lil had lived. The only thing left on the pad was the shed. I still had the key and had yet to take a look inside. I was sure there was nothing of interest for me. I’d given some casual thought about using the shed itself but there was the question of ownership. At the office I asked and was told by Dick, one of the owners, that for all intents and purposes it belonged to him as Andy hadn’t paid the rent going all the way back to May. He told me that if I wanted it, take it. He also told me to do it quickly as a new 60 footer was due in soon and it would need the space occupied by the shed.
Back home I got the key and inspected the contents. As I’d expected most of what was there were broken parts for Andy’s bulldozer. There was also an old bookcase painted a bilious green. It wasn’t very big and there were some parts boxes marked “International”, the make of his truck. On the bottom were some old wooden cigar boxes. A peek inside of a few showed miscellaneous nets, bolts, screws and the like. I didn’t have any immediate need for them but thought they might come in handy at some time in the future. There were probably eight or nine and I just stacked them up and took them over to the trunk of my car. There wasn’t much room as I had all my tools and spare parts for the race car stuffed in there. I told Elle what I’d found and, in spite of my description of the bookcase she wanted to see it. It ended up in our patio room. As far as the shed was concerned Andy had mixed up some cement to make a floor and when he laid it down he went right over the bottom lip of the panels. That made it impossible to dismantle it without damage. I left thinking it would've been nice but...
At work, the office voted to have the Christmas party in the office with no guests. Once that was decided Mrs K told each of the PT’s (Personnel Technicians) that we were invited to a “real” party at her house with wives and, in Sonny’s case, a guest. Knowing her personality I was sure it would be a good time. The problem was that it was only a few days away. When I told Elle she reminded me that her mother and father would be away that weekend visiting her father’s only living relatives. That meant we needed a baby sitter.
Elle had been volunteering for some time at the church and working with the mother of our sometime babysitter, Karen, so made the call. Karen was playing basketball in a holiday tournament that day. Her mother said she’d use her “influence” to persuade her to help us out even though it would be a bit of a struggle. The way it worked out was I had to go to the school to pick her up immediately after the game. I got there to see her play a few minutes but her team was hopelessly behind and the coach was putting in the bench warmers to close out the game. I caught up with her once the game was over and, still wearing her uniform, we headed home. Even though Elle had told her mother that she could shower and change at our place and that there would be a meal waiting she didn't look very happy.
I liked Karen (and her family) but on this night it was obvious that she was really “beat”. I’d always been able to engage her in small talk but on this night she was quiet. I figured it was because the team had lost in the championship game. Once Karen was inside Elle and I were off to the party.
To be continued...
Friday, June 08, 2012
YEAR END IN SIGHT... (Part 93a)
There were all kinds of rumors circulating throughout the County Center as the monthly Board of Supervisors meeting approached. They ranged from one that seemed absurd (they were going to build a new County Center about 40 miles to the West and close the existing one) to one that seemed to be on everyones wish list... a pay raise. We all had to wait until after their monthly meeting to find out what was real and what wasn’t. Mrs K called us all together the morning after and certainly had our attention. The first thing was that the County was going to take over the full payment of our retirement. I remember thinking “Whoopie... a whole dollar and a half more in my biweekly paycheck!" My retirement was almost 40 years away and was probably last on my personal priority list. However, she went on to say that the Board had also decided to broaden our hospitalization coverage. I knew that Elle’s stay in the hospital for the upcoming birth was covered so it didn’t seem like a big deal. That is until she fully explained what was meant. It turned out to be the forerunner of our present day medical insurance coverage. That did sound good to me as it meant that it would cover most of the cost for doctor visits for Elle, I and the kids. I liked that, a lot!. But it didn’t end there as we were then told the County was going to pay the premiums for both medical and hospitalization. The biweekly cost had been under $3 for the hospitalization but added to the dollar that I wouldn’t have to pay for my retirement was up to $4 and would amount to over $100 for the year. Not a lot but...
Most of us thought that was the end of the announcements. Mrs K, playing with our psyches, dragged it out for a few minutes longer but then said something like ”How would you like a 7 1/2% increase in pay?“ It took more than a few seconds for that to sink in. I was sitting next to Sonny and he was the first to let out a yell. Even though he wasn’t married I’d learned that he was sending money home to help out his family. A quick calculation tallied up to $400 more for me. The sum and substance of all of it was that I’d have roughly $20 more in my biweekly check and even more once the baby was born. It was an early Christmas present even though I’d have to wait until the new year for the benefit.
It didn’t take me long to start spending (mentally) the money we’d been putting aside to pay the doctor bill for the delivery of the new baby. With Elle teaching between one and three days a week we’d already put aside over $200. That was almost as much as I needed to pay Bags for the new motor for my race car. It was shortly after the announcement when Bags called the house and, in a nice manner, asked when he could start to see some money. He was well into building his new race car and needed some cash. I told him it’d be right after the first of he year. He seemed satisfied and told me I should stop up to Ricky’s barn to see what the car looked like. I'd wanted to but had put it off knowing that he’d probably ask for money once he saw me. Now that part was over so I was anxious to see it as ”Crash“ had indicated that it was different.
It was shortly after that call that I did stop by Ricky’s barn. I still shake my head when thinking about the car. Bags had started with a 1939 Ford sedan and had cut the roof right about half way to the back. Then he took the sloped rear part of the body and welded it to the front half. It was like no other vehicle I (or anybody else) had ever seen. It surely was ”different“. Bags explained that he didn’t want to have to go buy another car body just to be like everybody else. There would be no doubt as to which car belonged to Bags.
While there I got to meet another guy who’d gone to high school and played football with Ricky, Bags and some of the other guys who were a part of Ricky's pit crew. I was introduced to ”Big B“ or, as he preferred, ”Buddah“. The latter name really fit him as he was rather large and, although only in his early 20’s, starting to go bald. I found him to be a lot more friendly than some of the others in Ricky’s crew. A racing fan since his early teens he actually remembered my first race car. I found out that he’d joined the Army right out of high school to be able to qualify for the GI Bill and college assistance. He’d chosen a Junior College and graduated in June and had hoped to find a job in the area around the college but was unsuccessful. He finally gave up and had just arrived back home. He admitted that he had no skills relating to cars but hoped to be a part of Bags' pit crew. I left that night liking him a lot.
To be continued...
There were all kinds of rumors circulating throughout the County Center as the monthly Board of Supervisors meeting approached. They ranged from one that seemed absurd (they were going to build a new County Center about 40 miles to the West and close the existing one) to one that seemed to be on everyones wish list... a pay raise. We all had to wait until after their monthly meeting to find out what was real and what wasn’t. Mrs K called us all together the morning after and certainly had our attention. The first thing was that the County was going to take over the full payment of our retirement. I remember thinking “Whoopie... a whole dollar and a half more in my biweekly paycheck!" My retirement was almost 40 years away and was probably last on my personal priority list. However, she went on to say that the Board had also decided to broaden our hospitalization coverage. I knew that Elle’s stay in the hospital for the upcoming birth was covered so it didn’t seem like a big deal. That is until she fully explained what was meant. It turned out to be the forerunner of our present day medical insurance coverage. That did sound good to me as it meant that it would cover most of the cost for doctor visits for Elle, I and the kids. I liked that, a lot!. But it didn’t end there as we were then told the County was going to pay the premiums for both medical and hospitalization. The biweekly cost had been under $3 for the hospitalization but added to the dollar that I wouldn’t have to pay for my retirement was up to $4 and would amount to over $100 for the year. Not a lot but...
Most of us thought that was the end of the announcements. Mrs K, playing with our psyches, dragged it out for a few minutes longer but then said something like ”How would you like a 7 1/2% increase in pay?“ It took more than a few seconds for that to sink in. I was sitting next to Sonny and he was the first to let out a yell. Even though he wasn’t married I’d learned that he was sending money home to help out his family. A quick calculation tallied up to $400 more for me. The sum and substance of all of it was that I’d have roughly $20 more in my biweekly check and even more once the baby was born. It was an early Christmas present even though I’d have to wait until the new year for the benefit.
It didn’t take me long to start spending (mentally) the money we’d been putting aside to pay the doctor bill for the delivery of the new baby. With Elle teaching between one and three days a week we’d already put aside over $200. That was almost as much as I needed to pay Bags for the new motor for my race car. It was shortly after the announcement when Bags called the house and, in a nice manner, asked when he could start to see some money. He was well into building his new race car and needed some cash. I told him it’d be right after the first of he year. He seemed satisfied and told me I should stop up to Ricky’s barn to see what the car looked like. I'd wanted to but had put it off knowing that he’d probably ask for money once he saw me. Now that part was over so I was anxious to see it as ”Crash“ had indicated that it was different.
It was shortly after that call that I did stop by Ricky’s barn. I still shake my head when thinking about the car. Bags had started with a 1939 Ford sedan and had cut the roof right about half way to the back. Then he took the sloped rear part of the body and welded it to the front half. It was like no other vehicle I (or anybody else) had ever seen. It surely was ”different“. Bags explained that he didn’t want to have to go buy another car body just to be like everybody else. There would be no doubt as to which car belonged to Bags.
While there I got to meet another guy who’d gone to high school and played football with Ricky, Bags and some of the other guys who were a part of Ricky's pit crew. I was introduced to ”Big B“ or, as he preferred, ”Buddah“. The latter name really fit him as he was rather large and, although only in his early 20’s, starting to go bald. I found him to be a lot more friendly than some of the others in Ricky’s crew. A racing fan since his early teens he actually remembered my first race car. I found out that he’d joined the Army right out of high school to be able to qualify for the GI Bill and college assistance. He’d chosen a Junior College and graduated in June and had hoped to find a job in the area around the college but was unsuccessful. He finally gave up and had just arrived back home. He admitted that he had no skills relating to cars but hoped to be a part of Bags' pit crew. I left that night liking him a lot.
To be continued...
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92g)
I was still on my knees and on the floor during this last dialog. Seeing her reaction I got up and immediately apologized saying that I hoped I hadn’t offended her in some way. She finally looked at me and with a sad look in her eyes said something that really grabbed me. She said she really didn’t have any ”special days“. My reaction was to do the typical clueless male thing and say that she must have something like a birthday or Christmas that was special. She didn’t respond and I noticed that she had turned her eyes back down towards the floor. At this point I knew I’d really stuck my foot in it.
Jan really was a sweet girl. She loved being a nurse and, to the best of my knowledge, was good at it. She’d accepted the position at the local hospital because our area was rural, much like the area she came from. When her sister (Janice) followed her she was very happy but after the sister took the second shift at her job they hardly ever got to see each other. I’d picked up some more background from the sister when she was babysitting the kids for us and found out that their parents were very strict and there was not a lot of ”love“ given out. On top of that Jan’s boyfriend had decided to join the Peace Corps pretty much ending a long term relationship. Knowing all that and seeing her looking so upset my heart wanted me to give her a hug but all I could do was to stand there and mumble out another apology. If I could’ve snapped my fingers and disappeared I would’ve.
I was smart enough by then to just shut up and headed into the living room to say goodbye to my grandfather. I had to pass through the dining room to leave and when I appeared in the doorway Jan was right there. She had tears in her eyes but, thankfully, wasn’t crying. I had to stop to avoid running into her and when I did she apologized to me saying she now realized that I wasn’t doing anything more than making conversation and she’d reacted poorly. I was glad to hear it but thought that was it. In what had to be a 180 degree turn in attitude she proceeded to tell me that the panties (she still called them underpants) that had been stolen were the first she’d ever purchased on her own. Up to that purchase her mother had bought all her underwear and because the family had to struggle to pay for her education bought ”plain and simple“. I thought that was about all she had to say and offered up some sort of platitude. I was overjoyed to hear the explanation but, by that time, wanted to ”escape”. As she stepped aside so I could leave she thanked me for fixing the drawer. I’d almost forgotten about it. I turned and looked at it standing in front of of the sideboard and realized that it would have to be put back into the dresser. I told her I’d do it the next day when I came to pick up my grandfather for his weekly trip to see my grandmother. At least she was smiling when she said goodnight. On my way home I wondered how I’d managed to get things so screwed up.
Sunday turned out to be the first snow of the season. It pretty much caught everyone by surprise and my grandfather called to say he didn’t want to go out in it. It wasn’t all that bad and Elle, I and the kids went to church. I thought about stopping at my grandfather’s on the way home to replace the drawer but Elle, even wearing a partial “package”, had leaked and didn’t want to go. I decided that I’d go over later but before Jan got there. I really didn’t want to face her after the events of the previous night. Even though I was into watching the football game I left around mid afternoon. When I pulled into the driveway I was somewhat shocked to see Jan’s car. I could’ve backed out but that was dangerous even without the snow so I sucked it up and went inside.
I honestly felt that Jan was glad to see me. I explained why the drawer hadn’t been replaced and she said it didn’t matter. I don’t know why it seemed so heavy when I picked it up. I could only hope my “fix” worked as I slid it into the opening. It was a little tight but it worked a lot better than before. I had Jan try it a few times and she gave it a passing grade. I asked why she was there and not at work. She proceeded to explain that on Sunday’s she often worked a split shift with some of the other nurses so they could be home with their families in the evening. What was interesting was that as she explained it to me she was taking neat little piles of her things off her bed and placing them into the drawer. She’d moved a couple but when she picked up the pile with the nylon panties and the Lollipops she ended up dropping some of the nylon ones on the floor. I honestly wasn’t thinking and was only reacting when I bent over to pick up the ones on the floor. (THAT’S THE HONEST TRUTH!) I already had them in my hands when I remembered her reaction when I’d picked her panties up the night before and started blushing before she realized what I’d done. Even though it was relatively dark in her room that fact was pretty obvious to her when she turned and saw the panties in my hand. I wasn’t expecting the reaction that I got as she turned around. Her face lit up with a big smile when she saw me with a guilty look and her panties in my hand. That only made my embarrassment worse.
I tried to explain that she’d dropped them but by then she was just shaking her head from side to side and trying to wipe the grin from her face. It took a few seconds for her to get control and when she did she said she understood and that everything was “OK”. I handed the panties to her and when I did she said something along the lines of “Now I really don’t have any secrets, do I?” I wanted to laugh but I really couldn’t. With the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her she finished putting her things into the drawer and then half pushed me out of the room.
To be continued...
I was still on my knees and on the floor during this last dialog. Seeing her reaction I got up and immediately apologized saying that I hoped I hadn’t offended her in some way. She finally looked at me and with a sad look in her eyes said something that really grabbed me. She said she really didn’t have any ”special days“. My reaction was to do the typical clueless male thing and say that she must have something like a birthday or Christmas that was special. She didn’t respond and I noticed that she had turned her eyes back down towards the floor. At this point I knew I’d really stuck my foot in it.
Jan really was a sweet girl. She loved being a nurse and, to the best of my knowledge, was good at it. She’d accepted the position at the local hospital because our area was rural, much like the area she came from. When her sister (Janice) followed her she was very happy but after the sister took the second shift at her job they hardly ever got to see each other. I’d picked up some more background from the sister when she was babysitting the kids for us and found out that their parents were very strict and there was not a lot of ”love“ given out. On top of that Jan’s boyfriend had decided to join the Peace Corps pretty much ending a long term relationship. Knowing all that and seeing her looking so upset my heart wanted me to give her a hug but all I could do was to stand there and mumble out another apology. If I could’ve snapped my fingers and disappeared I would’ve.
I was smart enough by then to just shut up and headed into the living room to say goodbye to my grandfather. I had to pass through the dining room to leave and when I appeared in the doorway Jan was right there. She had tears in her eyes but, thankfully, wasn’t crying. I had to stop to avoid running into her and when I did she apologized to me saying she now realized that I wasn’t doing anything more than making conversation and she’d reacted poorly. I was glad to hear it but thought that was it. In what had to be a 180 degree turn in attitude she proceeded to tell me that the panties (she still called them underpants) that had been stolen were the first she’d ever purchased on her own. Up to that purchase her mother had bought all her underwear and because the family had to struggle to pay for her education bought ”plain and simple“. I thought that was about all she had to say and offered up some sort of platitude. I was overjoyed to hear the explanation but, by that time, wanted to ”escape”. As she stepped aside so I could leave she thanked me for fixing the drawer. I’d almost forgotten about it. I turned and looked at it standing in front of of the sideboard and realized that it would have to be put back into the dresser. I told her I’d do it the next day when I came to pick up my grandfather for his weekly trip to see my grandmother. At least she was smiling when she said goodnight. On my way home I wondered how I’d managed to get things so screwed up.
Sunday turned out to be the first snow of the season. It pretty much caught everyone by surprise and my grandfather called to say he didn’t want to go out in it. It wasn’t all that bad and Elle, I and the kids went to church. I thought about stopping at my grandfather’s on the way home to replace the drawer but Elle, even wearing a partial “package”, had leaked and didn’t want to go. I decided that I’d go over later but before Jan got there. I really didn’t want to face her after the events of the previous night. Even though I was into watching the football game I left around mid afternoon. When I pulled into the driveway I was somewhat shocked to see Jan’s car. I could’ve backed out but that was dangerous even without the snow so I sucked it up and went inside.
I honestly felt that Jan was glad to see me. I explained why the drawer hadn’t been replaced and she said it didn’t matter. I don’t know why it seemed so heavy when I picked it up. I could only hope my “fix” worked as I slid it into the opening. It was a little tight but it worked a lot better than before. I had Jan try it a few times and she gave it a passing grade. I asked why she was there and not at work. She proceeded to explain that on Sunday’s she often worked a split shift with some of the other nurses so they could be home with their families in the evening. What was interesting was that as she explained it to me she was taking neat little piles of her things off her bed and placing them into the drawer. She’d moved a couple but when she picked up the pile with the nylon panties and the Lollipops she ended up dropping some of the nylon ones on the floor. I honestly wasn’t thinking and was only reacting when I bent over to pick up the ones on the floor. (THAT’S THE HONEST TRUTH!) I already had them in my hands when I remembered her reaction when I’d picked her panties up the night before and started blushing before she realized what I’d done. Even though it was relatively dark in her room that fact was pretty obvious to her when she turned and saw the panties in my hand. I wasn’t expecting the reaction that I got as she turned around. Her face lit up with a big smile when she saw me with a guilty look and her panties in my hand. That only made my embarrassment worse.
I tried to explain that she’d dropped them but by then she was just shaking her head from side to side and trying to wipe the grin from her face. It took a few seconds for her to get control and when she did she said she understood and that everything was “OK”. I handed the panties to her and when I did she said something along the lines of “Now I really don’t have any secrets, do I?” I wanted to laugh but I really couldn’t. With the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her she finished putting her things into the drawer and then half pushed me out of the room.
To be continued...
Sunday, June 03, 2012
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92f)
I was already familiar with the problem with that drawer having been in it just a few days earlier but she didn’t know that. I watched her try to get it open and saw that it was jammed. I stepped up and hit one side freeing it up and then let her continue. She explained that it would get jammed from side to side and was really annoying. She made another attempt and had another jam. I asked if I could try to get the drawer out and she stepped back indicating it was OK. In a way I couldn’t believe that she was going to let me see all her ”intimates“.
With a little ”jiggling“ I managed to get the drawer free and out. I knew everything that was in the drawer but I still had a a hard time keeping my eyes off them even with Jan standing right there. I set the drawer down on her bed and returned to the dresser. I knew nothing about furniture and how it was made but when I saw this wooden ”bar“ running from the front to the back I instinctively knew that it was ”guide“ for the drawer. It was obviously worn and there were two grooves worn into the main cross bar. That led me back to the drawer itself. I lifted the front and took a peek at the underside. The problem was self evident. One of the two battens that were supposed to be attached to the bottom to make a channel for the ”guide“ was missing. I had Jan take a look and asked if, by chance, she’d seen anything like the one that was still partially attached. She immediately reached behind the dresser and like magic, the batten appeared.
I’d gone this far so decided I’d do the right thing and try to fix it while I was there. The room was so small that I couldn’t even think about working on the drawer in there so carried it out to the dining room. The area with the most open space was in front of the side board. I put it down and then tilted the drawer up to get a good look at the problem. When I did most of the contents slid out and onto the floor under the sideboard. I apologized to Jan but what could she say. With that damage done I stood the drawer up on its back and could clearly see what had to be done. I determined that if I could find some little nails and some glue I could repair it in a matter of minutes.
From my time living with my grandfather I knew he kept an ”odds and ends“ bucket in the pantry. I’d used his tack hammer a number of times in the past and hoped there would be some small nails in the bottom. My father insisted that there be some Duco Cement (glue) in the house at all times because, in his mind, he could fix anything with it (BTW: I still use the stuff!). It only took a few minutes to find what I needed and, with Jan looking on, I proceeded to attack the project. I had to turn the drawer completely over and when I did I apologized to Jan once again. I remember her just shrugging her shoulders.
As I projected, it only took about fifteen minutes. The only thing was that I didn’t want to do was to put the drawer back in place until the glue was dry. My grandfather called out to find out what the ”banging“ was all about and Jan went in to explain it to him. I dumped all the things I’d used back into the bucket and, still on my knees, saw the pile of bras, panties, slips and socks under the sideboard. I swept up as much as I could into my hands and put them up on the dining room table. I was in the process of gathering up the rest of the items when Jan walked back in. As I remember it she let out a little cry and I could clearly see she was upset. She wanted to know what I was doing. To me, it was obvious... I was picking her things up off the floor.
I immediately tried to explain that since I was the one who’d dumped out the contents of the drawer and was already on the floor it seemed like the right thing to do. I know she didn’t like it but didn’t say anything. Trying to defuse the situation I asked what seemed to be a simple and reasonable question... asking how she liked the Lollipop panties. Now she really was embarrassed. I’d already dug myself into a ”hole“ so decided to keep on going. It wasn’t exactly the truth but I told her that Elle liked them because they were so much softer than the ones she’d worn before and a little more comfortable. That got a little response from her and she half heartedly agreed that they were quite soft. What I really wanted to know was what had made her change from nylon panties to the cotton.
At this point I was probably a bit like Ali (from whom I'd purchased the Lollipop panties) when she was in her ”sell“ mode. I tried a different approach and told her that if she didn’t like them that I’d buy any that she hadn’t used back from her. That got her attention and she, enthusiastically, said that she really liked them and wanted to keep them all. Having ”broken through“ I, boldly, charged on. Making it up as I went on I told her that Elle had changed from nylon to cotton because she found they were warmer in Winter and actually cooler in Summer. Elle did really think that but it certainly wasn’t her reason for the switch. I continued on, telling her that I’d bought some fancy, frilly nylon panties for her to wear on special occasions. I told her that I thought all women should have some special lingerie and then pointed to the pile of things on the table and asked if she didn’t have a few for herself. That question really embarrassed her. She didn’t say a word and stood there looking down at the floor. At that point I didn't know if I’d gone too far.
To be continued...
I was already familiar with the problem with that drawer having been in it just a few days earlier but she didn’t know that. I watched her try to get it open and saw that it was jammed. I stepped up and hit one side freeing it up and then let her continue. She explained that it would get jammed from side to side and was really annoying. She made another attempt and had another jam. I asked if I could try to get the drawer out and she stepped back indicating it was OK. In a way I couldn’t believe that she was going to let me see all her ”intimates“.
With a little ”jiggling“ I managed to get the drawer free and out. I knew everything that was in the drawer but I still had a a hard time keeping my eyes off them even with Jan standing right there. I set the drawer down on her bed and returned to the dresser. I knew nothing about furniture and how it was made but when I saw this wooden ”bar“ running from the front to the back I instinctively knew that it was ”guide“ for the drawer. It was obviously worn and there were two grooves worn into the main cross bar. That led me back to the drawer itself. I lifted the front and took a peek at the underside. The problem was self evident. One of the two battens that were supposed to be attached to the bottom to make a channel for the ”guide“ was missing. I had Jan take a look and asked if, by chance, she’d seen anything like the one that was still partially attached. She immediately reached behind the dresser and like magic, the batten appeared.
I’d gone this far so decided I’d do the right thing and try to fix it while I was there. The room was so small that I couldn’t even think about working on the drawer in there so carried it out to the dining room. The area with the most open space was in front of the side board. I put it down and then tilted the drawer up to get a good look at the problem. When I did most of the contents slid out and onto the floor under the sideboard. I apologized to Jan but what could she say. With that damage done I stood the drawer up on its back and could clearly see what had to be done. I determined that if I could find some little nails and some glue I could repair it in a matter of minutes.
From my time living with my grandfather I knew he kept an ”odds and ends“ bucket in the pantry. I’d used his tack hammer a number of times in the past and hoped there would be some small nails in the bottom. My father insisted that there be some Duco Cement (glue) in the house at all times because, in his mind, he could fix anything with it (BTW: I still use the stuff!). It only took a few minutes to find what I needed and, with Jan looking on, I proceeded to attack the project. I had to turn the drawer completely over and when I did I apologized to Jan once again. I remember her just shrugging her shoulders.
As I projected, it only took about fifteen minutes. The only thing was that I didn’t want to do was to put the drawer back in place until the glue was dry. My grandfather called out to find out what the ”banging“ was all about and Jan went in to explain it to him. I dumped all the things I’d used back into the bucket and, still on my knees, saw the pile of bras, panties, slips and socks under the sideboard. I swept up as much as I could into my hands and put them up on the dining room table. I was in the process of gathering up the rest of the items when Jan walked back in. As I remember it she let out a little cry and I could clearly see she was upset. She wanted to know what I was doing. To me, it was obvious... I was picking her things up off the floor.
I immediately tried to explain that since I was the one who’d dumped out the contents of the drawer and was already on the floor it seemed like the right thing to do. I know she didn’t like it but didn’t say anything. Trying to defuse the situation I asked what seemed to be a simple and reasonable question... asking how she liked the Lollipop panties. Now she really was embarrassed. I’d already dug myself into a ”hole“ so decided to keep on going. It wasn’t exactly the truth but I told her that Elle liked them because they were so much softer than the ones she’d worn before and a little more comfortable. That got a little response from her and she half heartedly agreed that they were quite soft. What I really wanted to know was what had made her change from nylon panties to the cotton.
At this point I was probably a bit like Ali (from whom I'd purchased the Lollipop panties) when she was in her ”sell“ mode. I tried a different approach and told her that if she didn’t like them that I’d buy any that she hadn’t used back from her. That got her attention and she, enthusiastically, said that she really liked them and wanted to keep them all. Having ”broken through“ I, boldly, charged on. Making it up as I went on I told her that Elle had changed from nylon to cotton because she found they were warmer in Winter and actually cooler in Summer. Elle did really think that but it certainly wasn’t her reason for the switch. I continued on, telling her that I’d bought some fancy, frilly nylon panties for her to wear on special occasions. I told her that I thought all women should have some special lingerie and then pointed to the pile of things on the table and asked if she didn’t have a few for herself. That question really embarrassed her. She didn’t say a word and stood there looking down at the floor. At that point I didn't know if I’d gone too far.
To be continued...
Friday, June 01, 2012
FINISHING OUT THE YEAR... (Part 92e)
Because of going to bed so late my grandfather slept late. My parents arrived to start cooking the Thanksgiving dinner at around 9am and I headed for home. Dinner was supposed to be ready around 1pm but my mother had asked Elle to help her with the final preparations so we were back at around noon. My brother showed up late which upset my grandfather. He’d complain to me just about every time he’d see me about the lack of attention showed to him by my brother.
My parents offered to stay with my grandfather until around 6pm but wanted me back around that time. At home I fell asleep when the girls took their naps but when I woke up thought I might have an idea where Jan had put her dirty clothes. That made me a little more accepting of having to go back to spend another night. For entertainment it was more dominos. I definitely remember my grandfather challenging me as I think it was a $5 bill he put on the table. I believe it was if I could beat him five times out of fifteen games it was mine. The night before we’d played about the same number of games (it was really slow going because of my grandfather’s poor eyesight) and I think I won two or maybe three times. We agreed that he’d go to bed when we finished the set number of games. I wanted to get it finished to see if my hunch was right about the dirty clothes.
It was around 9pm or so when we called it quits and, true to form, my grandfather had, in his terms, ”whupped me“. As soon as he was settled into bed I headed for Jan’s room. The furniture was truly old. My grandmother had told me that the dresser had been hers when she was still a girl. Back from when I lived in that room I remembered that there was a hidden bottom drawer. To someone standing in front of it it looked like trim around the base. It had no visable handles and to open the drawer you had to cup your fingers under the bottom and then pull. I did... and there were the missing clothes.
Among all that was there were two of the Lollipops and a close check of the crotch of one showed a pee stain of about two inches by maybe an inch. It was about the amount that would be left if she hadn’t wiped after using the toilet. I also remember that it appeared that this pair hadn’t yet been washed as the label was still pristine. The other pair didn’t show any obvious staining. The other two were the Argo Knit and other than a small yellowish discharge looked new or close to it. I quickly figured that she’d worn a Lollipop and taken two others for her trip. I was happy with my powers of deduction and it was another pleasant night of sleeping.
By Friday night I was ready for Jan to return. Tired of dominoes, I asked my grandfather if we could look at some of his photo albums. Because of his failing eyesight he hadn’t looked at them in quite a while. I prevailed and, with difficulty, we managed to go through a few and I found him to be a fountain of information. As a teen I had no interest in family history. When we sat down at the table I still didn’t but after about an hour I was fascinated. Before we knew it the clock on the mantle rang ten times. I got him to bed and then lay down in his chaise to wait for Jan. I was truly ”out cold“ when I felt something shaking my foot. It was Jan. Not really ”with it“ I made some small talk and then headed for home. It was good to be back and to have Elle to snuggle into.
Elle got a call from my grandfather the next day. When he went to sit in his chaise he couldn’t get the back to lock in place. I had committed to working at the church that Saturday, doing repairs to the pews so it wasn’t until I got home that evening that I knew about it. I immediately knew what the problem was. When I’d put it down to sleep I disconnected the latching mechanism and never thought to reconnect it before I left. Not having had much to eat during the day I opted to eat my supper before retuning to fix the problem.
When I arrived I was surprised to see that Jan was there. When I walked in to the living room I saw the two of them studying the chair. Jan was standing but bent over with her hands on her knees. In her white uniform the VPL was classic. But, what really got my attention was the size of the crotch. Elle had yet to wear her new Lollipops and my knowledge of the panties was limited. If what I was looking at was a true version of how they presented themselves I couldn’t wait to get Elle into them. As far as nylon panties were concerned I knew that Kayser and Van Raalte panties had a very large crotch but the panties that I was looking at through Jan’s uniform were very close to them. Even though I was tired, that bit of information energized me. I couldn't wait to see Elle in them.
It took but a minute to get the chaise back to normal. I showed Jan what to do in case it happened again. I was ready to leave but Jan asked if I could look at something for her while I was there. She motioned for me to follow her into her room. My first thought was it had to do with the door which had been a bit of a problem for as long as I could remember. But it wasn’t. We walked in and she pointed to the dresser and said she was having a problem opening and closing the top drawer and proceeded to try and open it. OH MY HEART! She was opening her underwear drawer for me!
To be continued...
Because of going to bed so late my grandfather slept late. My parents arrived to start cooking the Thanksgiving dinner at around 9am and I headed for home. Dinner was supposed to be ready around 1pm but my mother had asked Elle to help her with the final preparations so we were back at around noon. My brother showed up late which upset my grandfather. He’d complain to me just about every time he’d see me about the lack of attention showed to him by my brother.
My parents offered to stay with my grandfather until around 6pm but wanted me back around that time. At home I fell asleep when the girls took their naps but when I woke up thought I might have an idea where Jan had put her dirty clothes. That made me a little more accepting of having to go back to spend another night. For entertainment it was more dominos. I definitely remember my grandfather challenging me as I think it was a $5 bill he put on the table. I believe it was if I could beat him five times out of fifteen games it was mine. The night before we’d played about the same number of games (it was really slow going because of my grandfather’s poor eyesight) and I think I won two or maybe three times. We agreed that he’d go to bed when we finished the set number of games. I wanted to get it finished to see if my hunch was right about the dirty clothes.
It was around 9pm or so when we called it quits and, true to form, my grandfather had, in his terms, ”whupped me“. As soon as he was settled into bed I headed for Jan’s room. The furniture was truly old. My grandmother had told me that the dresser had been hers when she was still a girl. Back from when I lived in that room I remembered that there was a hidden bottom drawer. To someone standing in front of it it looked like trim around the base. It had no visable handles and to open the drawer you had to cup your fingers under the bottom and then pull. I did... and there were the missing clothes.
Among all that was there were two of the Lollipops and a close check of the crotch of one showed a pee stain of about two inches by maybe an inch. It was about the amount that would be left if she hadn’t wiped after using the toilet. I also remember that it appeared that this pair hadn’t yet been washed as the label was still pristine. The other pair didn’t show any obvious staining. The other two were the Argo Knit and other than a small yellowish discharge looked new or close to it. I quickly figured that she’d worn a Lollipop and taken two others for her trip. I was happy with my powers of deduction and it was another pleasant night of sleeping.
By Friday night I was ready for Jan to return. Tired of dominoes, I asked my grandfather if we could look at some of his photo albums. Because of his failing eyesight he hadn’t looked at them in quite a while. I prevailed and, with difficulty, we managed to go through a few and I found him to be a fountain of information. As a teen I had no interest in family history. When we sat down at the table I still didn’t but after about an hour I was fascinated. Before we knew it the clock on the mantle rang ten times. I got him to bed and then lay down in his chaise to wait for Jan. I was truly ”out cold“ when I felt something shaking my foot. It was Jan. Not really ”with it“ I made some small talk and then headed for home. It was good to be back and to have Elle to snuggle into.
Elle got a call from my grandfather the next day. When he went to sit in his chaise he couldn’t get the back to lock in place. I had committed to working at the church that Saturday, doing repairs to the pews so it wasn’t until I got home that evening that I knew about it. I immediately knew what the problem was. When I’d put it down to sleep I disconnected the latching mechanism and never thought to reconnect it before I left. Not having had much to eat during the day I opted to eat my supper before retuning to fix the problem.
When I arrived I was surprised to see that Jan was there. When I walked in to the living room I saw the two of them studying the chair. Jan was standing but bent over with her hands on her knees. In her white uniform the VPL was classic. But, what really got my attention was the size of the crotch. Elle had yet to wear her new Lollipops and my knowledge of the panties was limited. If what I was looking at was a true version of how they presented themselves I couldn’t wait to get Elle into them. As far as nylon panties were concerned I knew that Kayser and Van Raalte panties had a very large crotch but the panties that I was looking at through Jan’s uniform were very close to them. Even though I was tired, that bit of information energized me. I couldn't wait to see Elle in them.
It took but a minute to get the chaise back to normal. I showed Jan what to do in case it happened again. I was ready to leave but Jan asked if I could look at something for her while I was there. She motioned for me to follow her into her room. My first thought was it had to do with the door which had been a bit of a problem for as long as I could remember. But it wasn’t. We walked in and she pointed to the dresser and said she was having a problem opening and closing the top drawer and proceeded to try and open it. OH MY HEART! She was opening her underwear drawer for me!
To be continued...
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