GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119g)

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119g)

After we’d brought the boat back to the marina the owner of it came over to say “Hello” and to remind me I still owed money on the trailer I’d bought from him for the Sunfish. I’d completely forgotten about it and was embarrassed. I didn’t have any money with me and told him I’d be back a little later with it. He said he wasn’t worried but I felt I had to make it up to him and knew I’d be back soon.

The driveway into and out of the marina was weird. Leaving, you had to make a 90 degree turn to the left, go about 50 or so feet and then make a 90 degree turn to the right. When I’d picked up the trailer and was leaving the marina I’d noticed two garages that backed up to the driveway with wash lines located right behind them. They were close enough to almost reach out and touch them. Leaving with Elle I noticed them again and there was some wash on one of them. There was nothing of interest but their proximity had me thinking to the future. I told myself that I’d have to pay more attention when arriving at the marina in the future.

That weekend was the annual Chamber of Commerce picnic that was hosted and held at the local aerospace facility. As a member, the bank was expected to provide volunteers and, as I’d done the previous year, I chose the Friday afternoon/evening shift so I’d be free to be with Elle and the kids for the picnic itself. The bank provided two tickets to each employee to not only support the Chamber but to also foster community involvement. I’d enjoyed laying out the parking area the previous year and took that project on. The group that I was working with finished up right before it got dark. Initially, I’d planned on going straight home but the local beer distributor     provided the workers with some libations and I ended up staying late. By the time I got home Elle was asleep. I knew she wouldn’t be happy so just slid, quietly, into bed.

We’d planned on leaving for the picnic around 8:30am so that we could eat early and get back with time to do something at home. I didn’t expect much in the way of conversation and I wasn’t disappointed. I’d shaved and showered before I heard anything directed at me. Knowing that the kids wouldn’t eat the Bar B Que Elle was making sandwiches for them and, in passing, stated that we had to pick Sandy up. That came for out of the blue so I asked. She said that she and Sandy had played tennis the previous day and, in conversation, she’d mentioned that we’d be going to “The Picnic”. It was such a prominent event in the area it had taken on the identity of “The Picnic” but Sandy hadn’t heard of it. She asked about it and Elle, knowing that we had the extra ticket (I, as a volunteer, got my food for free) asked Sandy if she wanted it. Her husband worked at a local boy’s camp and was working so she was going to be all alone anyway she said "yes".

I had no problem with her joining us and, in truth, immediately started thing about the possibility of a DP or a VPL, or maybe both. I loaded our gear, (blankets, beach towels, chairs, toys to occupy the kids, primarily Kaye the younger one and the kids food) into the station wagon while Elle corralled the kids and herded them in as well. Sandy was waiting for us. For her chair she had one of those beach things where the seat is just above the sand (or ground) but it did have a back. Bubbly as usual, Sandy seemed really excited to be going. As a volunteer I was allowed to enter the grounds though the back gate thus avoiding the long lines at the main gate. I’d staked out a place for us before leaving the night before. It was one of the few areas that provided some shade, at least in the morning. Being a Friday worker I had that advantage.

As soon as we got out of the station wagon the kids wanted to go get on the rides. We were too early for that so I suggested that as soon as we had our space settled we take a walk around to show Sandy what was there. I was surprised that they remembered so much only going there once a year. When we got to the merry go round I saw Bret. He was the combination ticket taker/operator. A bit further on I saw Lena, the president’s secretary, selling tickets in his stead as he was home caring for his invalid wife. Hobie was on the money counting detail. The only one I didn’t see was J J. He’d told me he would be working at the Bar B Que pit, flipping screens, but he was no where in sight. One of the guys doing the same job knew that I worked with J J and asked about him. I had no idea where he was and when I told the guy that he asked if I could fill in for him until he got there. If I have one major problem it’s that I don’t know how to say “No!” when asked to help out.

J J showed up after 11am, the time the public could be served their food. I wasn’t interested in his excuse but did tell him we were even. I’d “owed” him for helping to move the dining room furniture but no longer. As I headed for where Elle, Sandy and the kids were located I knew I smelled of Bar B Que chicken. Getting there I saw Sandy on her hands and knees playing with Kay and a little boy who looked to be her age. One of my hopes for the day was staring me right in the face... a beautiful DP. There was at least three inches across her back and from the waistband of her shorts to the elastic waistband of the panties, an inch. I couldn’t resist squatting down along side her but just a bit behind her. I made conversation but my eyes concentrated on the panties, very much wanting to identify the elastic and the panty maker. It only took a few second for me to see something totally unexpected. There was only one panty manufacturer that I was aware of with their label right in the middle of the back of the panty... Carters. They were the last brand I would’ve expected to see on her but there was no doubt about it in my mind.

To be continued...

CHRISTMAS...

CHRISTMAS...

Here’s a picture that will hopefully get the readers of this tome into the holiday spirit. However, it was not taken in the period that I’m presently writing about. Be that as it may, here’s hoping that the season is a happy one for you and all the members of your family. May the New Year bring with it good health for you and your loved ones. PEACE!

FYI; I'll be away until the New Year.

Look what I found under my tree!

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119f)

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119f)

We were late getting back to Elle’s mother to pick up the kids and that wasn’t good. If there was one thing her mother couldn’t stand was for anyone to be late... for anything... at any time. No excuses, period. End of sentence By the time we got home it was early afternoon and Elle and I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. In spite of our hunger we both wanted to see the bathing suit on Elle. I couldn’t believe that we had taken the suit without first trying it on but, because of the way we were treated all we wanted to do was leave... but with the suit in hand.

The kids had eaten and they were happy to stay outside and play. We were probably only a few steps inside the kitchen door and Elle was already stepping out of her shorts. As I was pulling the suit out of the bag I realized that it was nylon and that excited me. As she took off her top and bra my eyes never left her. I’d seen her that way a thousand times but there was something about being semi naked in the kitchen and it being daylight that was especially titillating. I handed her the panties first and she slipped them on over her own. They looked to be about the same size as her regular panties but they were heavier. As close look showed two layers of nylon, the outer one with the flowered pattern and the other plain white. They also were missing a discernible crotch. When she slipped the top over her head and nestled it over her breast it fit perfectly... and looked great on her. Now, she wanted to go for a swim.

There were a number of problems with that wish. First of all we would’ve had to get the kids ready for the beach and the two oldest had a birthday party to go to. Secondly, I had to get the lawn cut because my parents were bringing my uncle and cousin over to see the house for the first time. I told her we’d find a way to do it the next day. There wasn’t much she could say.

While we were eating my father called to say he couldn’t contact the man with the truck but he suggested that I just go over to his house. When he gave me the directions I recognized the address as being on the same street as the house I called the ”panty house“ and from my back yard I could see the street. As important as getting the furniture moved was I decided the lawn could wait and jumped into my car. It took less than two minutes to get there.

Like they say, timing is everything. As I pulled up in front of his house I looked to my left and saw a wash line partially filled with panties. I sat there watching the lady carefully unpin each pair, fold it it and lay it carefully into the wash basket. I’d actually stopped so I was partially blocking the driveway of the man I wanted to see. The sharp sound of a horn got my attention and as I looked in my rear view mirror saw a red truck. After identifying myself and a short conversation a deal was struck. He’d meet me Monday afternoon at 5pm. He satisfied my concerns about protecting the furniture and reminded me that I’d need help as he was limited in what he could do. I told him I’d have it covered... but wasn’t exactly sure how.

I’d been trying to avoid J J as much as possible outside of work. I so disliked his wife that I’d come up with outright lies to avoid them on a social basis. On Monday, when I asked J J if he could give me a hand I knew it would put me in the position of owing him a favor but I really didn’t have a choice. There was a positive factor in that since he lived in the same town he could help me unload the furniture when it got to my house. My other helper ended up being Bret, at least for the loading part.

The man with the truck brought some old blankets to cushion the furniture so that alleviated my biggest fear. It didn’t take all that long to load it all up but tying it down was what took the most time. The furniture was awkward to handle and that was the reason for needing extra hands. By the time we got to my house it was close to 7pm. When we drove past John’s (the farmer) house I saw him just getting out of his pick up truck. I stopped and asked if he could come over and give me a hand and he willingly agreed. It took very little time to get it all in the house and placed. In spite of my mother’s warnings about it being out of place, Elle and I thought it looked great. The only negative being that I now owed J J a favor.

Elle had ”christened“ her new bathing suit by taking the kids to the beach that day. She said she really loved the way it felt and appreciated how quickly it dried. She admitted she felt a bit guilty about doing it without me. I tried to think of a time when I could go with her but it seemed like time was against me. The upcoming weekend was the annual Chamber of Commerce picnic. With the bank a member it was expected that all the officers would be involved in both the preparation as well as the actual event. While eating I came up with an idea. What if I took a half day off.

That Saturday, when I’d taken the Sunfish to my parents for a day of sailing, I ended up giving any number of people rides and/or letting them sail it themselves. One of the people had told me that any time I wanted to borrow his outboard motor boat I could. I remembered his name and gave him a call. We settled on Wednesday afternoon. I told Elle to find someone to watch the kids (her mother was still mad at us for picking the kids up late the previous Saturday) and we'd take off to one of the places we used to go for a picnic in my sailboat back when we were dating. I got a BIG smile in return.

I had one request for Elle that day. She was to wear a pair of her regular panties under the suit bottom. She wanted to know why but all I did was to smile back at her when I left for work. Arriving home about 1pm, Elle had dropped the kids off at Phyl’s. She was thrilled because she had boys and had always wanted girls. The boat was at the small marina near where both sets of our parents lived. We were soon on our way and I remember thinking that it was the first time I’d been in an outboard since we moved back to the area. I went to what had become our favorite place to go because of it’s privacy. As soon as we dropped anchor I asked Elle to take the suit bottom off. She gave me a ”look’ but did as I asked. Then I dove off the side of the boat and waved her into the water. I won’t go into the details but we had a marvelous afternoon. I’d brought the kids brownie camera and took a few pictures for posterity.

 

To be continued...
 
            

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119e)

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119e)

I’d hoped that the check with the proceeds of the second loan I’d made against my trust account would’ve arrived on Thursday so I could’ve deposited it in the bank on Friday. It didn’t. It was there when I stopped at the post office on my way home on Friday night. However, it was comforting to know that I had it even though I couldn’t spend any of it until it was deposited in the bank and had “cleared. After paying all that I owed I figured I’d have about $200 for clothes for Elle and the kids and $100 for a proverbial ”rainy day“. As I lay in bed that night I had a good feeling knowing that by mid week I wouldn’t owe anyone.

Saturday mornings without the kids allowed us to sleep in and... have a little “morning delight”. Elle decided to do her food shopping before getting the kids from her mother’s. While she was gone I got a call from my mother. She and my father were at my grandfather’s house. I knew my father wanted to sell it but before he could he wanted to have an auction of the contents. The question she had for me was to find out if Elle and I might be interested in having the dining room furniture before the auction house inventoried it. We’d managed to collect enough furniture to make our house “livable” with one exception. There was no furniture in the dining room... not even a chair. The rest of what we had was eclectic, for sure. Someone had asked what style we’d chose to furnish the house and the answer was “early attic”. In spite of having lived with my grandparents as a boy and having eaten many meals in their dining room, I had no memory of what the furniture looked like. I didn’t hesitate to give my mother an answer of “Yes!”. It surprised me when she made the statement that she thought it was “too formal” for us. I distinctly remember standing by the phone and wondering why she even bothered to ask if I wanted it if that’s the way she felt. After a pause where I didn’t respond she told me to get there as soon as possible to confirm that I/we really did want it.

I had to wait for Elle to return and, after a phone call to her mother to tell her it would be a while until we picked up the kids, we took off to go take a look at it. I probably looked more like a hobo, dressed to do yard work, than a bank officer and, to boot, Elle was wearing a pair of short shorts. They were a pair that I especially liked because, depending of the panties and how they fit, it was fairly easy to get a panty peek from her back side. As we walked up the back porch stairs I got what I was looking for. However, I knew my mother, silently, disapproved of them but there was nothing we could do about it then. There were two men there who were “tagging” various pieces of furniture. My mother led us into the dining room and I was really surprised at just how much furniture there was in it. As I suspected she tried to make it seem like it was the wrong “style” for our other furniture. She emphasized how “formal” it was and there was nothing formal about the rest of our furniture. All Elle and I could see was it placed in our dining room and filling an empty room... at no cost to us. I told her it was perfect just about the time my father walked into the room. He seemed pleased that we would take it but he told us that it would be up to us to get it moved... and before Tuesday. The auctioneers were holding a “preview” a day prior to the auction and didn’t want to get prospective buyers confused. I had absolutely no idea how I’d be able to do it. After a little discussion my father said he’d call the man who’d moved the kids playhouse from the mobile home park to our house for me. We left it at that.

Elle hadn’t been back in town since we moved in December. As we headed for my car she asked if we could just walk down the street so she could “take a peek” (her words) in the windows of her favorite clothing store. Even though most of the clothes she’d gotten were from either the Sears or Wards catalogs she did have some from that store. They carried the Aileen brand and she loved their things. As we approached she saw a bathing suit on a mannequin in the window and just by the little squeal she let out I knew she wanted it. It looked like a tennis dress but it had a flowered print rather than all white. I could see the panties had the same print and appeared to be a separate piece of the suit. I’d gotten paid on Friday and before making the deposit into our mortgage account I’d taken out the needed cash for our next two weeks and it was in my wallet. I think I took a deep breath before we walked in the store.

We made straight for the bathing suits. It only took a few seconds for Elle to go through them and the sad look on her face told me there wasn’t one in her size. There were only a few people in the store and the only clerk we saw was sitting on a stool by the cash register and looking very bored. We walked over to her, a middle aged lady with obviously dyed hair, and asked if there were any more of the type that Elle had in her hands. Still looking bored she grunted out a “No.” and gave us a look of disapproval. I knew I wasn’t dressed to go shopping but I’d been taught that you were to treat all customers as if they were potential buyers. If it had been me I would’ve told the lady it was the last time she’d ever see me in the store but because Elle was with me I kept my mouth closed. I remember Elle staring at the material she was holding in her hands and sort of whispering “I really, really love it.”

I don’t know where the idea came from but I asked if it were possible to check the mannequin to see what size it was dressed in. The lady, true to form, grunted out a “No.” and nothing else. At this point I was really upset and asked her if I could speak to the manager. The look she shot back at me was one of utter contempt... but she did get off her stool and walked to the back of the store. A minute of so later I saw a face I’d seen a few times in the lobby of the bank. He was taller than me and at least 100 pounds heavier than me and his “look” told me he wasn’t very happy. In an accent that very much gave him away as a ”city boy“ he asked ”Waddayawant?“ I asked about the size of the suit in the window and he turned and walked towards the front of the store and then disappeared through a small door. When he reappeared he had the mannequin in one hand. ”What size?“ was all he said and Elle, now intimidated, muttered out a weak ”ten“. He pulled the top off and peered inside the suit. Then he stripped the panties off and thrust both pieces into Elle’s hands... and without saying a word returned to the back of the store. The cost was way more than I expected but Elle was happy and I did have enough money to pay for it.

To be continued...  

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119d)

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119d)

Getting dressed for work on Tuesday was painful. My sunburn was made worse by the fact that I had to wear a shirt with a stiff collar and a tie. By the time I got to my desk I was almost ready to turn around and go home but... Cee, one of the tellers was there waiting for me... with her resignation. If I were ranking the tellers, Cee would have definitely been in the upper third. An almost perfect attendance record; no customer complaints; well liked by everyone... not someone I wanted to lose. I sat down to find out why and when she was finished there wasn’t much I could say to change her mind. Her mother had just been promoted to office manager of a local company and had asked Cee to take her old position as bookeeper. Her resignation wasn’t from any dissatisfaction with the bank but strictly for ”family“. All I could do was wish her well. She'd done the bank a favor by waiting until after the "busy period" was which really was appreciated by me.

With the bank closed for three days and it being the ”busy period“, the lobby and platform, where Bret, Hobie and I were located, were flooded with people. As bad as I felt there was no way I could leave. There also was no time to even begin to peruse the applications file. Even though the doors to the bank were closed at 3pm, it was well after 3:30pm by the time the last customer left. Earlier I’d asked Trish to take a peek at the applications to see if there were any that she knew. When she put the file on my desk there was one on top of it so there was no way I could miss it. By then I’d come to trust her judgement on any number of things so took a good look at it.

Jacqueline looked, on paper, to be an immediate fit. She had over two years experience as a teller although it was with a Commercial bank. I desperately wanted to get out of my shirt and tie but I made the call. She was excited to hear from me and, if I’d asked her, she would’ve come right to the bank. I told her that 9am the next day would be just fine.

I didn’t have to guess who she was within the group of people gathered at the back door waiting for the bank to open. She was the only one younger than 40. I didn’t say anything as I walked past her to be let inside by Hank, the messenger/custodian.
I was waiting for her as she walked across the lobby. She was well dressed and definitely attractive. I was ready to hire her as soon as she sat down... but I didn’t. I had to go through the ”process“. As I remember it, she was around 25 years old. She was married to a local man that she’d met while he was serving in the Army. From upstate, she’d been in the area for about a month and was beginning to wonder if she was going to find a job. I spent about twenty minutes with her before I told her she was hired. I thought she was going to kiss me when I did.

She was willing to start immediately. By mid morning I had her observing Cee and when I checked with them at the end of the day, Cee told me that Jacqui (that’s what she wanted to be called) could probably be waiting on customers on Friday. Sometimes, you get just plain lucky. As it turned out, on Friday, Letitia, the older woman who was the head teller (in name only), was hit by a car in the parking lot and injured her hip. Friday was the last day of the ”busy period“ and one of the ”perks’ of it for the customers was that deposits made during the first ten calendar days of it got interest credit as if it had been made on the first. There was always a last minute rush of deposits on that last day and for the bank to be a teller down would have been a problem. A cash box was quickly put together for Jacqui and by 9:30am she was open for business. I told Cee to keep an eye on her and to let me know if there was a problem. She never called.

All the employees were glad the week was over. Other than Letitia’s unfortunate injury, work had gone rather well. Jacqui had meshed well with the other girls and, even though I'd been too busy to pay close attention, I thought there might be some possibilities for a few VPL's in the not too distant future. My sunburn had calmed way down and I was now in the “peeling” and itching stage. Arriving home, I found Elle asleep on the couch... in just her panties and a top... and there was no sign of the kids. It was close to 7pm and quite nice out. I was truly puzzled. I went upstairs and changed my clothes, hoping Elle would wake up on her own. When I came back down she was still in the same position. It was a classic pose with her rear facing out into the room. Over the past weekend my father had given me my grandfather’s Polaroid to take picture of the kids so my mother could send them to my aunt and uncle. When I finished he told me to keep it as he wasn’t into picture taking. It was in the hall closet and as I went to retrieve it I was hoping that there was still some “live” film in it. I found one picture left and as I tiptoed into the living room Elle was still in the same position. My luck had held. I was sure that the flash would’ve woken her but it didn’t. The next thing was to develop the picture and it couldn’t have come out any better.

                                 

VanRaalte panties

 When she finally woke up I found out that she and Sandy had played tennis for almost two hours. At the end she started to feel light headed. Back at home, concerned, she called her mother and asked her to take the kids because she wanted to lay down. After taking a shower she did and fell asleep. She told me she felt OK as we talked so then we both got up and had a bite to eat. After that we retired to the screened in porch, alone, for a very damp and enjoyable evening.

To be continued...  
                               

                                       

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119c)

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119c)

It took a few minutes to track Ali down. Being a holiday, there were a lot of family and friends at the main house where her sister, nieces and nephew were gathered. Elle felt we were interfering but I told her we were there and if she wanted to see the catalogs now was the time to do it. Long story short... Ali had just about put her final order together for Fall and Winter clothes for the store. Ali encouraged Elle to pick out some things and she’d make sure they would be set aside for us with the caveat that we come to the store to pick them up. And, if we did she’d give us 20% off even though they wouldn’t be on sale for the general public. Of course Elle found some nice things and I knew we’d be making a trip up West before school started.

While we were there both of Ali’s nieces, Bobbi and Norma, stopped by. It had been quite a while since I’d seen Norma and was immediately reminded of her troubled past. She was just as pretty as I remembered her but with one addition... a baby boy. Elle's mother had mentioned sometime in the past that she’d gotten married. My personal hope was that her husband was a decent man as she certainly deserved it.

Back at my parents house we found the visitor from next door, Nancy, was there with her new husband. When I’d seen her the previous morning I really didn’t get to see her face all that well because the sun was directly behind her. Now, seeing it clearly, I realized that she wasn’t pretty at all. Even though I’d been there the whole previous day I hadn’t gotten even a glimpse of her or her husband. When I remembered that it had been her first day being married it didn’t take me long to figure out why. Walking from the driveway to the front of the house I’d noticed that there were sheets on their wash line along with some other things but my mind, focused on the pain from my sunburn, hadn’t paid much attention. But, with my mind now working at warp speed, put the two things together. I came up with an excuse to go to the back of the house so I could take a closer look at that line. There were towels and a bed pad and, as far as clothes, it looked like a nightgown and a few panties (although some might’ve been her husband’s briefs). I was smiling as I stared across the fence... they’d only been in the house a day and half and already had to do wash.

Returning to the group, I overheard Nancy ask Elle if it would be possible to get a ride on the Sunfish, saying she’d watched all the people having so much fun the previous day. The usual Southerly had started blowing and, even though Elle knew the rudimentary concepts of sailing, she’d never been out skippering in winds above 5 or 6 miles per hour. I was about to shoot the idea down when Elle piped up that she was willing. One part of me was proud of her for wanting to chance it but the other was concerned because Nancy had casually mentioned she’d never been sailing before. However, with the sails already up, all it took was a little tug to drag the boat off the shore and into the water.

Nancy had been wearing a beach dress over her bathing suit and just as she was about to get on the boat she took it off. I was still up on the lawn, about 25 feet away, and I couldn’t believe how skinny she was. The bathing suit was a two piece but not a bikini. The only place she had any ”meat“ was her hips and bottom and the suit fit pretty well around that area. I’d mentioned that her cheeks were ”hollow“ and so was her chest. It was a bit comical to look at. In any case, she got on board and Elle joined her. I’d told Elle not to get too far off shore just in case there was a problem. They went out about 200 yards and then made an attempt to turn around to come back. That was interesting.

Nancy, with no knowledge of the dynamics or principles of sailing, tried to stop the boom from changing sides which it had to do to allow the boat to change direction. There was enough wind that the resistance that Nancy provided was too much and the boat turned over on it’s side with Nancy now under the sail. I could see Elle but couldn’t see Nancy. I was in a panic as was her husband.  I looked down the beach towards the East and saw a small boat with an outboard. I started running in that direction and just about the time I got there a blonde haired young man did too. He’d seen what I’d seen and was on his way to help By the time we got there Nancy had extracted herself from the sail but was still in distress, coughing violently. Arriving at the scene, the young man jumped overboard and pulled her over to his boat where I grabbed her under her arms. The water was about chest high for him and he told me to pull her up when he called out. He got behind her and gave her bottom a push as I pulled. We managed to get her half way into the boat doing that but she was offering no help at all, still in a panic mode. I yelled at her to grab hold of the seat in the boat and to pull while I tried to lift her legs. She responded but as she did her suit bottom got hung up on something on the edge of the boat. In spite of all the yelling I heard the sound of ripping material as she finally flipped into the boat. By then she was crying, somewhat hysterically, with her eyes closed. I was looking down at her... and her bare navel, with the remnants of her suit now down between her legs. I wasn’t a complete perv and, after a few seconds, reached down to cover as much of her as I could.

The young man turned out to be Norma’s husband. He helped Elle get the Sunfish righted and then put a line on it so we could tow it to shore. By the time we got there Nancy had calmed down somewhat. Her husband greeted her with her beach dress and walked her back to the house they were staying in. As an aside, that was the very last time I saw her or her husband. Later, my mother told me that they packed up and left that night. Elle was shaken but not discouraged about sailing. I was glad that she realized that the accident wasn’t her fault. Speaking of leaving, we packed up the boat and all our things and headed for home very soon thereafter. We'd had enough "fireworks" for the day by then.

To be continued...     
  

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119b)

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119b)

There wasn’t really enough wind to make “interesting” sailing for me but it was perfect for taking the girls... and Danny (and Jeanette, his mother) out for short trips along the shore. With all the bungalows in the community now occupied there was a lot of activity up and down the length of the beach. I was surprised when a few people came over to see just what I was sailing. By the time my mother served up lunch I felt like I was a salesman for the Alcort Company, the manufacturer of the boat. I promised to let some give it a try after lunch and took a break. I looked out on the beach when we finished up and there were at least six people gathered around the boat. They ranged in age from the very young to a man as old as my father. The wind, as usual, started to build after lunch. I let the ones I pretty much knew how to sail take it out by themselves and gave the others a ride like with the kids. The one common thread to their inquiries was where did I buy it. In retrospect, I should’ve taken a more entrepreneurial approach in my answers since there wasn’t a dealer selling this type of boat in the immediate area. Instead of giving them Rex’s name, the guy who sold me my boat, I should’ve contacted him first and arranged for a commission on any more that he sold. But... I didn’t and... I digress. Among those who showed up over the course of the afternoon was Bobbi, the girl who had sailed with me when I was still racing my Comet sailboat and her aunt, Ali, the woman who had a children’s clothing store located nearer the city.

Bobbi was now in college and had matured in any number of ways, Wearing a bikini bathing suit, she had the attention of all the males who were present, me included.  Of course, I let her take the boat out. While she was on the water, her aunt, who always seemed to be in the “selling mode“, had gotten Elle’s ear and was trying to persuade her to take trip in to her store. Part of her sales pitch was that she was now having a big sale on Summer clothes and was now carrying more name brand clothes. On one occasion I caught Elle looking at me and rolling her eyes. All I could do was to smile.

I do remember that Ali was one of the few who showed up that wasn’t in a bathing suit. I wasn’t thinking ”panties“ when I saw her or Bobbi as I had my hands full trying to answer questions about the boat. After Bobbi took her sail she offered the boat to Ali without asking me. That was annoying but I didn’t say anything. By then the wind had reached about 10mph, enough to kick up some waves. Even though the boat was bigger than the Sailfish, it was still what was called a ”fanny dunker“ and with waves, you would get wet... and she did. Upon her return to shore she announced that she was going to speak to her sister (Bobbi’s mother) and would probably buy one. I didn’t have much time to focus on her wet bottom as the next person to use the boat needed some assistance. I do remember watching her step over the jetty on her way home and glimpsing a bit of a VPL through her wet shorts and thinking I missed an opportunity.

By late afternoon I was red as a lobster from the sun and I knew I’d pay for it over the next few days. I pretty much knew I wouldn’t be able to be out in the sun the next day, the Fourth, and was mad at myself for not being smarter. Elle wasn’t happy with me either giving me grief for, in her words, ”ignoring the kids“ while showing off the new boat. That night, at home, I put wash clothes soaked in vinegar on my arms and neck and calves trying to negate some of the sunburn. Even with that it still hurt.

Sleeping was almost impossible. Every time I or Elle moved the pain would wake me up. I really didn’t want to go back but the kids were promised they could go sailing and Elle didn’t know enough about the boat to get it rigged. I wore a long sleeved shirt and long pants to keep the sun off me but they hurt my skin. It was the worst sunburn I’d ever had. (There was no sunscreen back in those days.)

The winds stayed light enough so that Elle could sail with the kids without a problem and I stayed under the lawn umbrella watching them. There were a few more people who showed up to ask questions about the boat. From where I sat I could see seven or eight brightly colored sails like the one on our boat down by the Sailing Club. To me it was a good sign that the Sunfish was really catching on. Watching them I even had a twinge of desire to be racing with them.

During lunch Elle asked me if she could go down to Ali’s cottage to look at her catalogs of children’s clothes. That told me that Ali’s ”selling“ had worked and, Elle, knowing that there was going to be some money available by week’s end was ready to ”bite“. Elle’s mother, always the jealous one, had requested that the kids have lunch with her so, technically, Elle (and I) were ”free“. I was bored by then so told her I’d drive her. The driveway was very long and at the end, on the left of it, sat her cottage, a renovated garage. There was a clothesline that ran right along and next to the driveway and as I approached I saw a blouse, bra, shorts and bikini panties... obviously (to me) the clothes Ali had been wearing when sailing the day before. Seeing them and that clothesline brought back some fond memories of previous Summers.

To be continued...   

GOOD TIMES... Summer (Part 119a)

GOOD TIMES... Summer (part 119a)

Even though I’d come to somewhat dread the “busy times” at the bank, I was looking forward to the beginning of July. Of course, the fourth of July holiday was part of that but, from a purely personal standpoint, it meant I was eligible to take a second “loan” against my trust fund. I’d worked hard to not run up a lot of debt and in spite of my good intentions by the end of June I owed the drug and hardware stores plus the lumber yard and James’ gas station. Elle had really been patient about new clothes for herself and the kids as we’d agreed not to buy anything unless we had the cash. As mentioned in earlier posts, the two older girls were equal in size which meant we had to buy double since we couldn’t take advantage of the hand me downs for Anne. Kaye, the youngest, would ultimately be the beneficiary of that. I promised that once I had the money in hand from the loan we’d go shopping so they also had a vested interest in the beginning of July.

At the bank, things ran smoothly during the early stages of the busy period. Other than a few obnoxious customers who seemed to gain great joy in giving the tellers a hard time, there were no unsolvable problems. When we all left work on Friday night for our three day weekend everybody was in good spirits. I was looking forward to a couple of days of fun with Elle and the kids.  We hadn’t used the Sunfish since it’s maiden voyage and I’d vowed we’d all use it over the weekend. Elle and I dedicated Saturday to getting all the “chores” done around the house and yard so Sunday and Monday would be free for us to enjoy.

We got up bright and early that Sunday morning and headed for my parents house with the Sunfish in tow. I’d called ahead and had the “all clear” from my mother to bring it and to be able to leave it on the beach overnight so we could use it again on the Fourth. Arriving at their house the kids made straight for the beach. I collected some of their gear and made my way to the front of the house while Elle chatted with her mother who was out for a walk. As soon as I made the turn at the front of the house I saw my mother talking with a tall, blonde female. What struck me was that with the sun directly behind her she looked more like a silhouette than a person. Getting closer I could see she was wearing a short filmy type robe and the bright sun had made it disappear when I fist saw her. Up close it was even better as I could definitely see her panties through the gossamer like material. She had folded her arms across her chest so seeing anything interesting on top was out of the question.

My mother quickly solved the mystery of just who she was. Her name was Nancy and she was the niece of the lady who lived just to the East of my parents. I vaguely remember meeting her a few times when we were both much younger but it had probably been ten to twelve years since the last time I saw her and would never have known just who she was. With her standing there, and noticeably uncomfortable, my mother went on that she’d gotten married the day before and her aunt had given her a weeks use of her bungalow for her honeymoon. Now, thoroughly embarrassed, she backed away and headed back towards it. As she did I got a very good look at her panties through the thin gown and noted they were band leg and probably cotton. It was a nice way to start the day.

As she walked away, my mother explained that Nancy and her husband had arrived early in the morning and had found little to no food in the refrigerator when they got up. He’d gone into town to purchase some but Nancy was craving a cup of coffee so had come over hoping to borrow some. As I stood there Elle walked up and asked what we were talking about. Thankfully, Nancy had disappeared from sight by then. What was somewhat funny was that Elle remembered Nancy and was anxious to see her again.

It took a while to get the Sunfish down to the beach and set up. We had some “lookers” but no willing helpers. I have to qualify that a bit as the observers were the kids of the Summer renters from the bungalow just to the West side of my parents house. I’d been wondering if they’d be back as it had been their grandfather who actually rented the house and I knew he’d passed away. Seeing the kids meant that I’d get to see the mother, and she was always a treat to look at, especially her "bottom". His name was Danny and he wasn’t shy at all, almost demanding a ride. I reminded him that he needed his mother’s permission and someone to sit in the boat with him. Of course I wanted that “someone” to be his mother.

However, having just written that, I really wanted to get Elle and my kids out in the boat. That’s why I bought it. By the time I got the sails up and was ready to go so were they. Elle had purchased a new bathing suit at an end of the previous Summer and this was the first time she’d worn it this year. It was a cotton seersucker material, one piece and made like a playsuit with the leg openings just like a pair of shorts. It had come with a sewn in panty but Elle had a “long torso” and the panty had cut into her making her very uncomfortable. I’d made the suggestion that she cut it out and then wear a pair of her regular panties in place of it. It had taken some amount of persuasion on my part but I’d prevailed and she was satisfied with the result. I actually got more than I expected from it because, as she bent over to load the life jackets into the cockpit I got a BIG panty peek. I’d given her a pair of the SanSouci panties but I can’t remember why I chose them. But, if you were to follow her cheek lines from crotch to her hip, you could see panties. There was no doubt I had a bit of a bulge as we pushed off from shore.

                                           

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MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118h)

MORE ON AND ON... June (part118h)

As far as the kids were concerned, their focus was on the fact that Elle had finally agreed that they could have a kitten. Anne’s best friend was one of Ginger’s kids, Beth, and she’d gotten a kitten from her neighbor. Naturally, Anne was jealous and was quite persistent about getting one, recruiting her sisters to add pressure on Elle. Ginger’s neighbor was contacted and still had one kitten that hadn’t found a home. So, Saturday morning we loaded everybody into the station wagon and headed for Ginger’s house. She’d agreed to be the intermediary. When we got there we had to go around to the back yard to find anyone. There we saw a bunch of kids gathered around three little kittens and Ginger talking with a fairly tall woman. She was wearing a pair of white knit bermuda shorts and, as I surveyed her, could see the outline of her panties showing through the material at her hips. I’d only seen Ginger wearing shorts a few times and they were always loose fitting so my focus was on the other woman. After introductions, the lady went into the circle of kids to pick up one of the kittens. My eyes never left her backside as she bent over to pick one up. A prettier VPL would have been hard to find. The knit material was already tight to her skin but with her bending it was being stretched pretty much to it’s limit. The double material in the crotch was highlighted, much to my great pleasure, even though it was only for a few seconds. She pulled out a grey tiger kitten and handed it to Anne. I can’t ever remember her being as excited as she was at that moment.

Of course what followed was the almost mandatory ”talk“ about being responsible and taking care of his feeding and the dreaded litter box. And, of course, the expected ”Oh yes, mommy!“ response was put forth. We left shortly thereafter. When we arrived home Ward was installing the new floodlight. To make conversation I asked him about his daughters and what they were doing for the Summer. I remember him rolling his eyes when he said the younger one was working at a farm stand. It was obvious he was not pleased about it. I picked up on and asked why it bothered him. His answer was just one word... ”Boys!“  He didn’t dwell on it and went on to say the older one was clerking at the local drug store. I also remember smiling hearing him say that as that’s what Elle had done when she was in High School. He picked up on my smile and asked what was so funny. When I told him he seemed surprised that Elle was a local girl saying that his wife was too and we determined that she'd graduated some ten years before Elle. He then changed the subject and asked if we ever needed a baby sitter as the older girl was looking for ways to save money for college. I didn’t want to say no so told him I’d keep it in mind. As I’d already seen the younger girl (back when I was doing the last minute canvassing for Jon when he was running for the school board) what I did want to do was to stop in at the drug store to check the older girl out.

The drug store was directly across the street from the post office so on Monday I stopped on my way home. Being attractive must’ve been a family trait as the girl behind the counter looked somewhat similar to the girl I’d seen in the back yard that time. As I’ve previously written, one of my favorite things to do was to put specific panties with their owners. Standing there, perusing something, I visualized this girl wearing the panties I’d inspected only a few days earlier. Needless to say there was a certain ”stirring“ in my nether region as I stood there. As I did I wondered if there might come a time when we’d need a baby sitter and, if so, she would go to the top of my list.

The kitten was certainly the center of interest for all the females in the family. It was a male and, if there was one positive to the addition, that was it. At least the female domination had been reduced by one. The lady who’d given us the kitten had, thankfully, exposed it to kitty litter so that was one less worry. The older girls had named him Tiger but Kaye, our youngest, pronounced it Tigger so that pretty much became his name. The poor cat was in the hands of one of the kids almost all the time. I started becoming concerned and told them they could only hold him for 15 minutes at a time. Then, they had to give him some time off by himself. That night they couldn’t find him so we had to have a search. He, smartly, discovered a way to get under the reclining chair to get some respite. After the kids went to bed he came out on his own. Elle would pick him up and let him nest on her lap. On one of the first times she did it she ended up falling asleep. When she awoke she realized that she had to go to the bathroom and when she did she frightened the cat, who, in turn, scared her. The combination of all of that ended up with Elle having a little ”accident“. Just prior to that I’d grabbed the kids little Brownie camera to take a picture of the two of them asleep but was too late to get it. When Elle exited the bathroom she walked into the kitchen where I was about to take a picture of the kitty eating. I took a quick look and couldn’t resist snapping what I saw.

As you can imagine she wasn’t too pleased. She would allow me to take an occasional ”questionable“ picture with my grandfather’s Polaroid camera as no one else would see them when they were being developed. But, with film that needed processed developing she had a problem. I convinced her to live with it by telling her I’d take it to a non local processor. It was almost time for bed so she decided to go upstairs, get washed up and ready for bed. I followed behind her and as she started up the stairs I pulled the camera out again.

                           

This time she really was unhappy. It was another case of ”hot tongue and cold shoulder“ when I finally came to bed.      

To be continued...

MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118g)

MORE ON AND ON... June (part 118g)

Needless to say, the news disrupted the plans for the afternoon. With all the commotion I decided it was time for us to go. Elle was really uncomfortable and wanted to get home and washed up and changed. Since the kids were still with Elle’s mother I had a few minutes to “play“ with her. I loved my kids but I surely loved my private time with her and this was one of those times. I wished there were more of them.

Back at work we were preparing for the next ”busy period“. The new hires in my area of responsibility seemed to be working out well. Bret had finally gotten up the nerve to go talk with Netta and that little ”hitch“ was smoothed over. Jaz was a hard worker and got along well with Lorrie. The hope (with fingers and toes crossed) was that the bookkeeping machine didn’t break down again. Laura, who was working as an assistant to the Auditor, was liked by everybody, especially Liz who was pleased at how quickly she’d adapted to the work. As an aside, Laura was faithfully repaying the loan for her clothes. Cara had come back to work and seemed like a changed person now that her soon to be ex husband was out of the picture. So, all in all, things were going well.

I went home the same way each night, going past what in my mind I called ”the panty house“, hoping to find some still on the clothes line. I think it was Wednesday night when Elle told me that the electrician was going to stop by after supper. She’d got tired of my excuses about not contacting him so she went and did it herself. His name was Ward and he actually worked as a supervisor for the regional power company. He did electrical jobs as a sideline, for cash, so he pretty much had the best of both worlds. I explained the problem and what we wanted done. He surmised that the reason we had no power to the garage was that the original wires were installed over thirty years ago, in the ground and the insulation had broken down. He asked if any of us ever walked across that section of lawn in our bare feet. I didn’t know but asked why. He said if the power switch to the garage was on and there was any moisture in the ground we would feel a tingling as we walked around. I thought about it for a minute and was thankful that we hadn’t.

The repairs weren’t that hard to get done but the question was on just what type of flood light we wanted. Ward told me he had a catalog I could look through with Elle and when we decided he’d purchase and install it. By the time he had power back to the garage it was dark so he said he’d leave the catalog on the picnic table outside his back door and I could pick it up the next day. In our conversation he told me he was big into softball and the opening game for the Summer was the next night so he wouldn’t be home after work. I ended up running late the next morning and didn’t have time to stop. I figured i could do it on my way home since no matter what decision Elle and I made it wouldn’t get installed until the weekend, at the earliest. When I made the turn down the side road by his house there was no red panel truck or car. i stopped and as i walked across the back yard toward the back of the house I saw a wicker wash basket sitting on the picnic table. I didn’t think much about it until I was almost up to it. It was filled with clothes and right on top were three neatly folded piles of white panties. Oh my heart!

There was no way I was going to touch them without making sure that no one was home. After knocking on both the front and back doors I returned to the table. The catalog was under the corner of the basket. I pulled it out and saw circles drawn around three different styles of flood lights on the open page... but my attention was more on those panties than the catalog. I stood there holding it trying to decide if I dared to pick a pair of them up. There was absolutely no way I was going to take a pair but I really did want to know the maker. The width of the crotch was intriguing. I finally made the decision to take a look. Each time I’d see the panties on the line they were grouped by size with the largest closet to the house and the smallest closer to the garage. With three piles to choose from I chose the middle. As soon as my fingers touched them I knew they were made of nylon satin tricot, my favorite. I noted just how they were folded so I could, hopefully, fold them back the same way. I have to tell you that my heart was racing as I peered inside looking for the label. I was disappointed because all it said was ”Nylon“, in script. There was also number 5 with a circle around it, representing the size. I had a feeling I’d seen some like it before but I needed to get them back where they belonged so didn’t dwell on it. With the lighting catalog in hand I headed for home.

As you would expect from me, I chose the cheapest light, telling Elle that it would be adequate. The look on her face told me she didn’t ”buy“ it. Later, while watching television, I remembered where I’d seen the same label as I’d seen earlier in the panties. It went all the way back to when Bret’s wife, Jan, (before they met and married) had lived at my grandfather’s house and some of her panties had been stolen off the wash line in his yard. She’d bought some new ones at the Woolworth’s store that was located right across the street. I made a habit of doing periodic panty drawer checks when visiting my grandfather when she wasn't there and had noticed them at that time. As I sat there reminiscing I made mental note to try and eat lunch there one day soon so I could check out their panty table once again.

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MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118f)

MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118f)

When Johnnie noticed the same thing he broke away from the game and went over to Sandy and kneeled down beside her. He then rolled her over on her back and started whispering to her. It took a few seconds for her to compose herself and when she did she sat bolt upright. Her laughing had stopped and, at first, there was a blank look on her face. Then she turned away from the rest of us and said something to her husband. He immediately got up and put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up. I couldn’t see any wetness as Johnnie tried to steady her but it was a front on view. Then, and this sort of funny, she started backing away from us with Johnnie right beside her. Once they were out of the direct beam of the floodlights they both turned and sort of jogged towards their back yard. If there had been any doubt about her being wet, turning her back to us proved it. The back of her shorts were wet but they were also wet up the right side of them. I figured that must’ve happened while she was lying on her side.

Their departure pretty much ended the party. Elle and I said goodnight to Bob and Phyl and told them we’d see them at the sailing club in the morning. On our way home I very much wanted to mention Sandy’s wetting but decided against it. I knew how embarrassed Elle had been just a week earlier and, at the last minute, thought it best to keep my mouth shut. Instead, I focused on the fact that we were going home to a house without children... and what that would mean.

At the sailing club the next morning it was sort of bittersweet for me. It seemed like I didn’t know over half the guys who were there. Of the dozen or so people I used to race against there were only five there. The debacle of introducing the Windmill class sailboat to the club had had serious repercussions. A number of my friends stopped racing at the club because of the discord that resulted. A number of them were, like me, new fathers and that added to their decision. A couple had changed affiliation and were still racing but not at this club. One thing hadn't changed and Rex was still the facilities manager and very active in promoting the club. At least a half dozen of the guys who were there were new members that had joined because of Rex and his sale of Sunfish sailboats. After brief introductions we started in on getting the storm windows off and attacking the repairs that were needed.

As had been the routine in the past, the women showed up around noontime to  make lunches for us workers. After we'd all eaten, with the clubhouse opened up and the water turned on, they set about cleaning the interior while the men built racks for the new Sunfish. When I bought my Sunfish I had no intention of racing it. The whole reason for the purchase was so that we, as a family, could enjoy sailing with a lot more comfort (and safety) than on the Sailfish. However, the whole time I worked with the guys I was being pressured to join in with the racing. I’ll admit I was being swayed but I still wasn’t ready for it. I was under enough pressure with the new house that I didn’t really need to add racing to it. I wasn’t saying that I wouldn’t race but I didn’t want to do it on a regular basis.

There was one notable absentee... Sandy. Her husband explained that she was under the weather. I figured that was partly true, probably a hangover, but there was also the embarrassment factor what with both Phyl and Elle witnessing her “accident” the night before. I’d tried to keep her off my mind but I truly wanted to see her at the club. Of the women who showed up there was only one that held any interest for me. A 30 something with a real nice figure and  tight fitting clam digger pants. I’d picked her out when the women were cooking the hamburgers and franks. I watched her as she bent over a cooler and I targeted in on a very noticeable VPL. She definitely showed promise.

We left before all the work was finished as I just had to get home to mow the lawn. Sunday was out of the question for doing it. We’d been invited to Peggy’s graduation and although we hadn’t seen her since we moved I felt that we should go. Being a friend of her father’s and the fact that both Elle and I, as well as our girls, had become close to her the previous Summer and Fall warranted our attendance. The graduation ceremonies had actually been postponed a week due to construction problems at the school which worked out better for us.  Elle (actually my mother) had picked out a nice overnight bag as a graduation present for her. Speaking of my mother, she’d taken Jean, our oldest, clothes shopping for her birthday and had bought Elle a cute summer dress which she was looking forward to wearing.

The graduating class was over 300 which made for a long afternoon. Elle had, reluctantly, worn a “package” and was glad that she did. We were invited to Peggy’s parent’s house for a party. If it wasn’t for giving her the present we would’ve gone home. Elle was positive someone would notice but with a dress on I told her there was no way unless they lifted the hem of it. I knew a few people who were there but most were relatives. The guests had been at the house a short while before Peggy showed up. James had told me, somewhat disappointed, that Peggy had a boyfriend. He’d graduated a year before her and was in the Coast Guard. When Peggy made her grand entrance he was there with her all dressed up in his uniform. James had her stand on their small back porch to receive her gifts. But, before she did she said she had an announcement to make... and what an announcement it was! She let everyone know that she was now engaged. I don’t really know how to describe the look on James’ face, but it wasn’t a happy one.

To be continued... 
 

MORE ON AND ON ... June (Part 118e)

MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118e)

We’d been in the house for over six months and the ”to do“ list wasn’t getting any shorter. Soon after we moved in the light on the garage went out. I’d changed the bulb but that didn’t solve the problem. Since there wasn’t a visible wire running from the house to the garage, the line had to be buried in the ground. Over time I’d learned how to do a myriad of things but working with electricity wasn’t one of them. The memory of a ”shocking“ experience at age five made me wary of doing anything more than changing a fuse (yes, they were still in vogue at that time) or a bulb. Fixing the light had been on the list for at least five months and Elle was tired of seeing it be ignored. In a conversation with our neighbor, Kathleen, Elle got the name and address of their electrician and the information was waiting at my place at the dinner table. The address was on the same street as we lived but I knew I’d never seen a sign to advertise the fact. I decided to check the house number on my way to work in the morning.

You cannot imagine my surprise, joy and excitement when the house number I was looking for turned out to be the house with the panties displayed so nicely. I couldn’t believe my luck. Now I had another excuse to stop there. I decided to wait to do it until there were panties on the line and it turned out to be that Friday night. I wasn’t scheduled to work late and actually took off a little early. As I made the turn up the side road (the garage was not on the street with the address but on the little side road that gave me the clear view of the clothesline) I was praying that there would be something of interest for me. On a comparative basis the line wasn’t nearly as productive as I’d hoped as there were only six pair (two of each size). Elle had really been bugging me about it since she’d given me the information so, somewhat reluctantly, I decided to stop in spite of the dearth of panties. There was a red panel truck parked in front of the garage door so I parked there. That meant I had to walk across the back yard and right by the clothes line to get to the back door. No one answered my knock so I turned around and took a good look at the panties. I sort of recognized the waist elastic but couldn’t pin it down. What was noticeable was the width of the crotch. It was wide... very wide. I could see the neighbor’s house so didn’t dare go over to them to inspect for the label. In retrospect, the best part was that I’d have to go back there again.

When I arrived home there was no station wagon, no Elle and no kids... and no note. I changed out of my suit and was just about to put on my yard clothes when I saw Elle pull up in the driveway and get out without the kids. So, in just my boxer shorts, I went downstairs to greet her. No kids almost always meant some ”liberal” wet or at least damp play time... but not this time. She was obviously “frazzled”. The kids had been “atrocious”, all day, starting with them locking Sophie in their playhouse. By mid afternoon she said she wanted to lock them in there. But, when Phyl called and she told her about her day, Phyl told her to “dump the kids” with her mother and come over to her house as she and her husband, Bob, were having a “get together” for some of her new neighbors. Phyl insisted that we come in spite of not living in their development. There was yard work I’d planned on doing but I could tell that Elle really wanted to go so...

The party was really informal, more of a “meet and greet” than anything else. Libations were limited to beer and wine (yes, even back then) with chips and the like. Some people came and went in a matter of minutes. I got to meet some men that I felt would be useful to me at work in the future so was glad that we came.  The sun was setting when we were just about to leave. I’d meant to remind Bob that as a member of the sailing club, especially a new one, he was expected to be at the clubhouse the next day to help get it open and cleaned for the season. As I went over to inform him I left Elle standing in the side yard. When I returned she was talking with Sandy and Johnny. I’d forgotten that they lived next door. I knew Elle was still embarrassed about what had happened on the tennis courts the previous weekend so was curious as to how she was handling the situation. Sandy was always vivacious and bubbly but tonight she was absolutely giddy. It seemed obvious to me that she’d arrived ever so slightly drunk while Johnny appeared to be somewhat sober.

Sandy implored us not to leave and I, seeing her in that state and wearing short shorts (again), wanted to stay. I remember Elle rolling her eyes when I said that we’d stick around for a while. By the time it was fully dark the party was down to around five couples. Sandy was still “wound up” and when Phyl suggested a game of Twister she started bouncing up and down yelling “YES! YES! YES!”. I gathered she’d played before since it was Phyl and Bob’s game and they lived right next door. After Phyl turned on  flood lights for the yard and spread out the mat for the game Elle told me she wanted a flood light for our yard, at least from the house to the garage. More money!

I distinctly remember Elle excusing herself to use the bathroom before we started to play. The two other couples decided they wanted to watch before joining in. The game is hard enough when sober but when you add a little drunkeness in the mix it can get either more difficult or... interesting. There was no doubt that Sandy’s condition made it more interesting. She was constantly laughing and prodding/teasing her husband. I don’t know for sure what he did to her but at one point she jumped and fell over on her side, laughing uncontrollably. He made a few more comments directed at her that only kept her laughing. The rest of us finally stopped playing and started laughing at/with her. Then I noticed something very interesting, at least to me... a dark spot was growing in her crotch.

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MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118d)

MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118d)

The four of us made good use of the screened in porch, chatting as we ate lunch. Sandy was wearing a pair of light gray short shorts and a striped top. My eye had taken notice of the shorts as soon as she exited the car. To Johnny and Sandy it probably seemed like an inquisition. We found out that he was a “city boy“ who had spent summers a a camp for boys in New Hampshire. He ended up becoming a counselor there while going to college. Sandy was born and raised in the same area as the camp. Her mother worked as a cook at a ski lodge in the Winter and at the camp in the Summer. When a girls camp opened on the same lake, she got a similar job as her husband to be had. Somewhere along the way they met and fell in love. She was three years younger than Johnny and as they described how they met and married I was surprised at how closely their past paralleled Elle’s and mine.

Even though she said she was 21 I had a hard time believing it. She was so innocent and naive... and cute. As mush as I enjoyed the respite from the chores on my list I was hoping they would leave. In the driveway, Sandy asked Elle what her interests were other than sailing. I wasn’t surprised that her answer was tennis, although Elle hadn’t brought the subject up even once since we bought the house. The answer brought an instant response from both Sandy and Johnny. I was asked if I played and my reluctant answer was that I ”played at it“. By then Sandy was jumping up and down declaring that we should all go to the high school and hit some balls. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear knowing Elle would want to do it.

Reluctantly, I agreed, and while they went home to get their racquets I went to find ours. Elle gathered up the kids who were excited to go so they could use the school playground. I knew there were two courts at the school but had never seen them. They’d been uncared for and were in poor shape but there were usable nets. Sandy and Johnny were waiting for us and I was glad to see that she was still wearing the same shorts as I was sure that, if and when she stooped over to pick up some errant balls, I’d get a peek of her panties and, hopefully, a VPL.

It didn’t take long to see that Johnny was an athlete. Sandy and Elle were about evenly matched so when they suggested we try an actual game they played together and Johnny was stuck with me. I was up at the net when I got my first peek... a dash of white, on both cheeks, peeking out from under the bottom of her shorts. Her top was too long for a DP (downpants) but something was better than nothing. We hadn’t been there all that long when I saw Elle stop and squeeze her thighs together. I knew what had happened and what was soon to come. I don’t know or remember what excuse Elle used to leave the courts but she headed for the station wagon leaving me to apologize. They wanted to be sure that Elle was OK and I assured her that she was and that it wasn’t serious. We agreed to get together again in the not too distant future.

When I got to the station wagon Elle was standing with the door open but covering her. At her feet was a puddle about the size of a turkey platter. What had happened was in the rush to get to the courts Elle neglected to use the toilet and hadn’t thought to wear a partial package. Elle was as embarrassed as I could remember her being. The only thing that I clearly remember was that Elle would let me take advantage of her being wet and was quite perturbed that I would even think of going "there".

When I agreed to buy the new Sunfish I'd assumed (and you know how that id spelled!) that my parents would allow me (us) the leave the boat on their beach. That Sunday we took it to their house to go for a maiden voyage. The second thing I learned about the new boat was that it was too heavy for just Elle and I to carry by ourselves. (the first being that it was too big to fit in the station wagon,) After getting my father to help us carry it down to the beach we put the sails up and had an enjoyable afternoon of sail.lng. The comfort level in sailing this craft over the Sailfish was monumental. When I took the sails off and started loading the kids into the wagon my mother came running up asking why I wasn't taking the boat. When I told her I thought that it would be OK to leave it there I got an ear full. Clearly, it was not OK. In retrospect, I realized that by not asking permission I had crossed an invisible line. So... the boat got loaded back onto the trailer.

It was on my way home one night the following week when I remembered the house with the clothes line filled with panties. I'd wanted to drive past it after my discovery but had only remembered once. I made the right hand turn in time and was rewarded. It was an eye full. Panties, bras and slips, all segregated by type and size. The problem was that if I stopped it would have brought attention to me and my car so I drove slowly past, trying to take it all in. As I completed the short trip home from there I was trying to formulate a reason to walk over that way. The only thing I could come up with was to take my youngest for a stroller ride, something I hadn't done since moving into the house. Plus, I still had to fix the broken wheel on the stroller.

After supper I made a point of re-attaching the wheel that had fallen off. I told Elle that I wanted to test it out so got Kaye and went for a walk. My timing was off by about ten. minutes as the lady had just finished taking all the panties off the line. In seeing that I turned around hoping that she didn't see me. I figured that there might be another night I could try again. That clothes line certainly had my attention.

Back home I found Elle playing with the kids and Sophie in the back yard. As I walked up the driveway I saw her standing on her head, something that I'd seen her do many times when we were teens. Of course they wanted to try with Sophie the most vocal. Elle took one look at me  and shook her finger indicating that I wasn't allowed to watch. I took the stroller into the garage but was still in a position to see Elle holding Sophie's legs.. Her dress was down around her face and I could see her tummy and panties and, even knowing her disability, it was hard not to be a bit aroused. I knew better than to stay all that long so took Kaye into the house wishing that I'd been Elle holding Sophie's legs.

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MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118c)

MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118c) 

At the bank, the Board of Trustees meeting for the month was very important to me. I’d only received a token raise on my actual anniversary date because, as I was told, the date of my promotion to officer had become the new one. Not having access to other officer salaries, I had no idea what my raise might be. Bret had been pressuring Hobie about his status. He’d worked at the bank for a year and a half and when he was hired he’d been told that he’d be in line to become an officer after a training period... then I was hired. I liked Bret and we worked well together but didn’t feel comfortable inserting myself into his situation. I just hoped that the meeting would bring forth positive results for both of us.

Needless to say time dragged for both of us on that Wednesday afternoon. No one was prepared for what ended up happening though. Cee, one of the tellers, managed to drop her cash box on the way into the vault. Even though it was locked, somehow the top popped off and the coins that were in it scattered across the floor. What ended up happening became somewhat of a comedy. Bret, Trish and I along with most of the tellers pitched in to try and round up the errant coins. For Bret and I, the sight of five young women on their haunches and crawling across the floor certainly took our minds off the Board meeting. My favorite memory was of Jerene who waddled around on her haunches giving me (and Bret) a nice DP (downpants) for at least five minutes. Katie, with her short skirt, was also a pretty sight because as she, also on her haunches, moved about she would open her legs and close them. Her split second “flashes” were arousing, to say the least. At one point I actually thought I was finally going to get a peek of Trish’s panties when she squatted down for a quick second to pick up a coin that had rolled under her chair but I wasn’t in the right position.

Liz, the auditor, had to do another cash “proof” of Cee’s cash box which also kept us occupied for a while. It was as we were closing the vault door when I saw Hobie leaving the elevator. My heart was racing as I headed for his desk. But, he called Bret over before I got there. It was obvious that Bret had gotten his wish and was now an officer. I congratulated him expecting Hobie to then tell me what my raise was... but he didn’t. I was confused as we’d had a recent conversation about it. I didn’t know what to do or say, not wanting to be “out of line”. Hobie proceeded to put the materials from the Board meeting away for the night, pretty much ignoring me. Then, as he was reaching for his brief case, he hit me with something like “Oh, by the way, they gave you a $750 raise.” and then smiled. Combined with the $250 I’d gotten earlier, it came to just less than $20 a week. A quick mental calculation told me I’d be seeing about $30 more each paycheck, almost enough to buy food for two weeks. I couldn’t wait to get home to tell Elle.(z)

I had to temper my excitement a bit as I drove up the driveway as there was a car I didn’t recognize parked next our station wagon. It turned out to be Rex, the guy I’d bought the Sunfish sailboat from. He was there to ask that I come and get the boat as he needed the space in his yard. I’d gotten the information on where to look for a trailer but still hadn’t done it. I told him I’d get it taken care of Saturday even though I wasn’t sure how. He also reminded me that the dues for the sailing club were due. Here I’d just gotten a raise and before I could even get a dollar of it in my hands I had more money going out. It just never seemed to end.

 Elle was excited but mine was a lot more tempered than when I made the turn into the driveway. I figured that it might be best if I followed up on the lead for a trailer right after supper. I ended up at a small marina near where both Elle’s and my parents lived. I’d never been in to the marina itself as my father had bitterly opposed it’s creation. It was small so it wasn’t hard to find the guy I was looking for... Dan. I gave him Big B’s name and his face lit up with a big smile. I told him what I needed and he led me over to a stack of new trailers and pointed at one. I was figuring it to be over $100 but he said that any friend of Big B’s was a friend of his so the price was $85. I had less than $50 and told him it would be a few weeks until I came up with the rest and he just shrugged. He told me to come back Friday night and it would be ready. I liked both Dan and the “deal” but I was still out $85 that I hadn’t planned on spending.

The road into and out of the marina was strange in that it wound around almost like a snake. As I made the last turn I was actually looking into the back yards of a few houses. The clothes line were in back of the garages which seemed somewhat strange to me. There was nothing on them but the thought of their strange location stayed in my mind as I drove home.

I got everybody “pumped up” about the new boat as we left that Saturday morning with the new trailer to pick it up. I wasn’t the only one at Rex’s place as there was another young couple also picking one up. As I got closer I recognized Sandy, Bob’s (the guy I’d sold my Sailfish to) neighbor. Rex introduced us telling me that they were new members of the club and would be racing. We started to chat and Sandy’s husband, Johnnie, asked Elle if she was a teacher. When she said she was he said he was too and had seen her a few times at school. By the time we left Rex’s yard it was like we were old friends and we ended up inviting them to our house for lunch.

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MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118b)

MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118b)

The School Board election was scheduled for the following Tuesday. Up to the prior weekend it had been very quiet with Jon being the only on to do any electioneering. The incumbent hadn’t put out any flyers, posters or signs and those of us in Jon’s “camp” were feeling quite good about his chances... until that Saturday morning. I got an early phone call from Rob, Jon’s brother. The incumbent had waited until after 6pm the night before and then started a telephone blitz. He and his followers were saying that if Jon was elected taxes would go up and that in his twelve years on the Board taxes had only gone up three times. The message had been short and to the point. Ginger was out delivering milk while Jon had taken up a position in front of the post office to try and talk with as many people as he could. I suggested that the core group meet at Rob’s house to come up with a counter strategy.

The best we could agree on was to go to all our friends and try to get them out canvassing their neighbors. It was not what I wanted to spend my Saturday doing. I agreed to take all the houses from where I lived all the way into town. Being new to the neighborhood I didn’t know many of the people which made me really uncomfortable. I found it was far easier to talk with people who had kids in school. Those that didn’t just shut the door in my face. I found myself on the street where Elle had left the stroller when it broke down. Seeing the house that had had the panties on the wash line brightened my outlook somewhat. However, there were no panties on the line. What I did see was a very pretty girl hanging up sheets. I entered the gate and asked her if her mother was in. She pointed to the back door but I really wanted to take a closer look at her. She looked to be about 15 or so, thin with dirty blonde hair done in a pony tail. The shorts she was wearing were a very pale blue and as she bent over to gather another sheet from the wash basket I not only got a VPL but a quick peek at her white panties. As I knocked on the screen door I had to take a deep breath.

The lady who answered was the same one I’d seen the night I picked up the stroller. It was easy to see that the girl in the yard had gleaned her good looks from the mother. I introduced myself and gave her my “pitch”. What I was “selling” was that changes were drastically needed at the school. Text books were outdated and the classrooms were becoming over crowded. The only thing she asked was if Jon was elected would the taxes go up. I told her “No”, that it would take a majority of the Board to have that happen. By then the girl had finished and come inside. As she put the basket down I got another peek.

That was the highlight of my journey. The core group gathered at Jon and Ginger’s house that afternoon to assess the situation. Based upon the feedback we collected it didn’t look good. We all agreed that the incumbent had blindsided us and that with only two days there wasn’t much we could do except to "sell" Jon to anyone we came in contact with.

Elle got called in to teach both of the last two days of the school year. She told me that the teachers were 100% behind Jon. However, the tactics used by the incumbent were dirty and untrue and the subject of higher taxes (even then) was touchy. The polls were open from 4pm to 8pm and the core group was there in full force. I was surprised at how many people showed up. The 1960 census said there were 1100 adults in town and it seemed like they all showed up. It was about 9:30pm when the word came down that Jon had won by less than 20 votes. The core group went wild. Elle had taken the kids to her mother’s so she was also there to hear the news.

Jon had invited the core group to his house afterwards, regardless of winning or losing. By the time we got there it was around 10:30pm. Because the next day was a workday for me, we didn’t stay too long. Having the kids with Elle’s mother meant Elle would be a lot more “liberal” when we got home and I was looking forward to that. As I remember it, I got a good night “reward” as well as some “morning delight”. The next day Elle heard that the party went on until about 3am and that some never made it home. Hearing that, I was glad I’d left when I did.

Jon was so pleased with the results of the election that he wanted to have a more formal party and arranged for the use of the town park on Sunday afternoon to have a bar-b-que for everyone. I had mixed emotions about going but we did. The park was on the water but it wasn’t really warm enough for swimming in mid June so everybody showed up in casual clothes. Over the course of the afternoon about 30 people showed up. That was good in that Elle and I got to meet some more local people. One of them was my brother’s best friend. Elle and I both vaguely knew him from back before we went off to college. He was over 300 pounds and went by the name of “Big B”. We got to talking and I found out he was a salesman for a boating supply company. I took a chance and asked him about a trailer for the Sunfish I’d bought. He gave me the name and address of someone who, if I used his name, would sell me one at cost. That made my day, at least up to that point.

Some of the women were feeling “happy” and were trying to do a dance. The guys were egging them on. I went over to watch and it was pretty funny. They were trying to do a kick line like the Rockettes at Radio City Music Hall did. The operative word was “trying”. There were four of them and they couldn’t coordinate their kicks. It didn’t help that they ranged in height from about 5’10“ down to 5’4”. In any case one of them fell and that pulled all of them down. Ginger, as usual, was wearing a skirt and when she fell her legs went up in the air... and I got an extended view of her panties as she lay there on the ground, laughing. With that, Elle decided it was time to go get the kids.

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MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118a)

MORE ON AND ON... June (Part 118a)

By Monday morning I was ready to go back to work. However, I managed to get most  of  the “had to be done” things completed so felt good about it... and the fact that I finally had the money to pay Rex for the Sunfish. I decided to stop at his house on the way home. That was a real eye opener! Actually, it was a continuation of an oft repeated process by me... not doing enough research before making a decision. Much to my great displeasure I found out that the Sunfish was too wide to fit in the station wagon and that I would need to buy a trailer for it. I owned it but couldn’t move it. Rex agreed to move it down to the sailing club for me but that wasn’t where I wanted it. When Rex mentioned the sailing club he asked if I was ready to rejoin. That reminded me that I’d promised Bob that I’d propose him for membership and to do that I had to be a member. More money!

We picked up our mail at the post office and I’d stop to get it up on my way home. I’m pretty sure it was that week that I ran into Sandy there. She still looked like she was 16 and, surprisingly, she remembered me. The “curves” were still there and even though she was wearing different clothes, they all showed. For some reason I was taken aback when she spoke to me. The only thing I could think of to say was to ask if she’d gone sailing with Bob yet. She hadn’t and as I got in my car I couldn’t help but wishing that it was me that was going to go sailing with her.

I also think it was that week that the stroller broke when Elle was taking a walk with the baby. When I got home that night she told me where she’d left it and asked if I’d go retrieve it while she finished getting supper ready. It wasn’t that far away but it was on a street that I’d not yet been on since buying the house. I saw it leaning against a picket fence with a wheel missing. As I pulled up in front of it I looked into the back yard of the house that went with it... and almost couldn’t believe my eyes. There was the most beautiful sight I could’ve wished for... a clothes line with nothing but white panties on it. There were three different sizes but there wasn’t much difference in each group. Each of the different sizes was separated by a small gap on the line. It was magnificent. There were at least five pair for each size. I’m sure I sat in the car for at least a minute taking in the sight. When I finally got out to fetch the stroller I saw a fairly attractive woman coming out the back door and heading for the line. I’d never seen her before but, as I said, I’d not been down that street in the six months we lived there. As I loaded the broken stroller into the trunk I kept an eye on her as she took the clothes pins off the panties and then carefully folded them before putting them in the wash basket. I was sort of amazed. When Elle took her panties off the line she just dropped them into the basket and then, when it was time to put them away, she’d leave them in a pile on her chair for me because she knew I wanted them put away by maker and type. She just wasn't into panties all that much. That was my domain.

On my way back home I saw our neighbor, Kathleen, out in her yard, waving frantically at me. I stopped and she told me to tell Elle that we were free to go pick as many strawberries as we wanted in the field between the two houses. I thanked her and then we chatted for a few minutes. The house with the panties was still on my mind so I described the house to her and asked who lived there. She gave me the name of the people and, unasked, told me that they had two teen aged daughters. That explained the three different sizes of panties. In the few minutes it took me to get back home I found myself puzzling why there were only panties on the line and nothing else. I made a mental note to drive down that street more often.

The new switchboard operator at the bank, Netta, was working out well. The disconnect between she and Bret had started to affect his work. I’d “pushed” Trish about it but she’d said she wouldn’t discuss it and held true to her word. I finally took Bret aside and told him that acting the way he was acting was not very mature, especially for someone who might be made an officer in the upcoming Board meeting. That got his attention.  I told him that it wasn’t important that he tell me about the problem but that he had to work it out with Netta. I guess he was feeling guilty and decided to “unload” on me. Long story short; They had dated in their junior year in high school. Bret was the big hero athlete. He admitted that he didn’t look the part, being well over 200 pounds with a round belly and looking younger than his age. He decided to change his image and tried to grow a mustache. When he and Netta had a fight she started calling him Wimpy, like the character in the Popeye cartoons... and it stuck. For the rest of his high school years he had to endure that nickname and, he never forgave Netta for doing that to him. I sat there thinking that it was at least 10 years since then and puzzled as to why he was still mad at her so I asked. He shrugged and said that he was afraid that she start using the name again and embarrass him all over again. I wanted to laugh but I didn’t. I told him that if it were me I’d make a point of going to her and telling her that I’d forgiven her to see what she said. As we got up he told me that he’d think about it. As he walked out of the room I could definitely see his resemblance to Wimpy... and smiled.



                                

 To be continued...              

ON AND ON... another month (Part 117i)

ON AND ON... another month (Part 117i)

Robby finished up a little after 6pm and Jaz started right in with posting transactions. I took the finished products and checked to see that they were correct. All I’d wanted was to know that when we opened the doors in the morning that the machine was up and running and doing it correctly. After checking a bunch of ledgers I told Robby and Jaz that everything was OK. When I did I walked up to Robby and shook his hand... with the $30 hidden in it. He smiled a big toothy grin without even knowing how much it was. Then I told Jaz she could go but she more than surprised me when she said she was willing to stay and complete posting all of the work from Tuesday. When I indicated that it wasn’t necessary she was openly disappointed. I was starving, not having eaten since around noon time. I took a deep breath and agreed if she’d go out and get me a few slices of pizza. I couldn’t leave with her alone in the building. She said she would and when she got up to get her coat I got my first look at her backside. There was a VPL but the crotch line wasn’t all that big. In my mind, the front side look I got was much better... but I wasn’t complaining. I called Elle while Jaz was gone and she wasn’t overly thrilled. We finished up around 9pm. What staying meant was that by the time the bank closed the next day we’d be almost caught up. I was more than pleased.

The schedule for the weekend at home had looked somewhat daunting even before Bob showed up. He had the rest of the cash for the Sailfish and, of course, wanted to go get it immediately. I'd just started mowing the lawn when he drove up. Happy to have the cash, I made like it was no trouble to get the boat from my father's garage but I knew it would be. I took my station wagon as I knew I could get the boat in the back of it, with help. About 2 1/2 hours later we were finally at Bob's house. I was desperate to get home but Bob insisted that I show him how to rig the boat, promising lunch. Reluctantly, I set the mast and hoisted the sail. All that was needed was common sense, but... I thought I was home free until he asked about the rudder. I couldn’t figure out why he wanted to put it on with the boat sitting on his lawn but I went ahead and did it... or tried to. The pin that attaches the rudder to the boat had somehow gotten bent and it wouldn’t engage. I got down on my hands and knees and had my head almost on the ground trying to guide the pin into place. I was at it for a bit with no success when I saw two bare feet right in front of my eyes. I looked up and saw an absolutely cute girl standing there. That got me to sit up on my haunches to get a good focal view of her whole being and I definitely liked what I saw.

After I said “Hi.” she said her name was Sandy and she was Bob’s neighbor. I looked at her face again and to me she looked like she was about 16 or so. She wanted to know what I was doing. As she did I looked around and Bob was no where to be seen. I told her that Bob had bought it and I was showing him how to rig it. She seemed excited and said that she hoped Bob would take her sailing. If I could’ve, I would surely have taken her. About 5’4“ with curly light brown hair, she had curves... lots of them. She was wearing a sweat shirt and flowered cut off pants that looked like they had been poured on her. She was very inquisitive and squatted down beside me to see exactly what I was doing. I pointed to the pin that was the problem and she leaned forward to get a closer look. Just as she did I got a beautiful DP (down pants). There was at least 5 inches of her panties showing and the elastic was encased, just like the VanRaalte panties I’d just gotten for Elle. That thought made me hope for a VPL as well. At that point I was glad I was down and all scrunched up because there was something else that was all scrunched up.

Bob returned with some sandwiches and a pitcher of iced tea. He seem happy to see Sandy and she immediately started in on him about taking her for a sail. Bob surprised me when he responded that he really didn’t know how. Sandy piped up that she and her husband had learned when they were camp counselors. Bob seemed delighted to hear that and told her that she was welcome to take him sailing any time. While they chatted I finally got the pin in place and, as much as I enjoyed looking at Sandy, I had to get home. Walking away, I still couldn’t get it in my mind that she was old enough to be married but I was hoping that I’d get to see her again.

Arriving home I found Elle, the kids and Sophie all playing in and around the play house. There were three small chairs and a table that were part on the furniture in the playhouse. They were all gathered around the table with Elle and Sophie seated on the ground. Elle was wearing slacks but Sophie was, as usual, wearing a dress. I know that Elle had told Sophie that it wasn’t ”ladylike“ to let others see her underwear any number of times but she continued to sit or to get into positions that allowed it to be seen. This was one of those times. Elle couldn’t see what I could see as I walked up and to my eye her panties looked wet. As I’ve mentioned before, it was hard to look at a full grown person and have to recognize that she had a child like mind. I let it pass as best I could but made a point to ask Elle about it later and tried to get back to mowing the lawn.

When I took a break to get something to drink Elle had just finished up playing with the kids and sent Sophie home. I mentioned what I’d observed about Sophie and she gave me one of ”those” looks that told me that I shouldn’t have brought the subject up. However, I persisted. Yes, she was aware that she’d wet herself but explained that getting Sophie to do something when she was “involved” (and they’d all been involved) was impossible without her throwing a tantrum... and when she was “involved” she would ignore her need for the bathroom. So... it was easier to just let her go and to ignore it. She added that Celia had warned her and one of Celia’s “rules” for Elle was that Sophie was not to come into our house because she didn’t want her to make a mess. I found that to be interesting and wondered what life in her house was like.
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