A CHANGE OF PACE... and some time off (Part 136c)

A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136c)

In going to sleep the night before I had visions of us having sex while in the water. I’d hoped that there would’ve been enough wind to get us to my favorite spot where I pretty much knew it would be possible. But, with the light wind and having it blowing in the absolute wrong direction for it to be a possibility I settled on this spot. The water where I’d anchored was a little deeper than what I wanted but because there were rocks closer to shore I had to settle for it. I knew Elle would never go for getting naked in the boat and I was happy that she’d strip down to her bra and panties for me. However, as I sat there gazing at Elle lying on her back I wanted to try it anyway.

We lay there in the sun until Elle got hungry. As soon as she sat up she stuffed her hand in her crotch. As I said before, the one thing I didn’t want was to have her pee in ‘B’s’ boat. Under the aft deck was the bucket with sponges and tools that ‘B’ had given me. I grabbed for it, dumping everything out, and jammed it between Elle’s legs... just in time. I was holding the bucket in one hand and had the other one on her crotch. I remember her standing there looking down at me and sort of shaking her head. When I looked up she was smiling. When her pee stopped dripping I stood up and let my engorged penis slide right between her legs and started pumping.. but only for a few seconds as I quickly remembered what I wanted to do in the water.

We let things calm down a bit by eating lunch. There was no sign of any boats in the area which kept Elle in a very calm and relaxed mood. There also was no sign of the southerly wind that usually came in around 1pm or so. If it didn’t come up it would mean a long, slow trip home. But, the longer it stayed calm the more intimate fun we could have. The water was a bit cold for July but not so that you couldn’t/wouldn’t swim in it. I still hadn’t mentioned anything about my ‘plan’ to Elle. Sitting on the deck with her toes in the water she started having second thoughts about going in the water. Getting anxious, I jumped overboard, splashing her a bit. It took some pleading but she finally gave in and let herself slide into the water. She hadn’t been in but for a few seconds when she wanted to get back in the boat.

There was no way for that to happen without my help so I just swam away from both her and the boat. I found that the swimming warmed me up a bit. I encouraged her to try it and, reluctantly, she did. Then I started swimming after her and she tried to get away. When I caught her I pulled her to me. The water was over our heads so we clung together, bobbing up and down. As soon as I touched her I could feel the excitement in my nether region... and so did she. I managed to ‘plug in’ but on the outside of her panties. Holding her with one arm I took my other arm and hand and went searching for her ‘magic button’. Elle was strange in that sometimes I could work her ‘button’ and not get much back. But, on this day as soon as I got inside her panties her whole body responded. It didn’t take very long... maybe thirty seconds, before she asked “What now?”

I didn’t really have an answer. I tried to get the leg elastic to open up enough for entry but they were too tight. Plus, we were almost drowning since we had to tred water to stay afloat. It quickly became evident that my idea was not going to work. We swam back to the boat and the only way Elle could get in was for me to get under her bottom and give her a big push. When I did she only made it part way with her bottom staring me right in the face. I told her I’d give her another push but I went up to her and grabbed the waist elastics of both pair of panties and gave a tug. I managed to get them down to her knees but she was still hung up on the side of the boat. One more tug on the panties and I was successful. What I remember most about that was that she didn’t get mad.

When both of us were back in the boat it only took a few seconds for us to go where I’d wanted while in the water. She ended up straddling me which brought back many memories of when we were dating. Even though I tried to convince Elle that no one could see us she wanted to get her panties back on as soon as we finished. It was a bit of a battle with them being wet but we managed... and then we just lay there in the sun to dry off.

By 3pm I was wondering if the afternoon breeze was ever going to arrive. I pulled up the anchor, raised the sails and headed the boat in the direction of the marina. Elle had told all the mothers who had our kids that we’d be there to pick them up around 4pm and it was looking like that wasn’t going to happen. About halfway to our destination a guy in a Boston Whaler was within hailing distance as he passed us by. I managed to get his attention and he headed our way. Elle had to hustle to get her shorts and top back on. I asked if he’d give us a tow and, thankfully, he obliged. He wanted to know why we didn’t use the little outboard motor that was hanging off the transom of the sailboat. I hated to admit to him that we didn’t have any gas... or not enough to make it back to the marina.

It was just about 4pm when I finished mooring the boat to the dock. Elle collected all our things and loaded them into the station wagon while I took the sails off. I just stuffed them in the back figuring I could fold them up at home. We got to Brenda’s house just before 4:30pm In the rush Elle had forgotten that she’d peed in the shorts before we left and didn’t remember or realize it until we pulled into the driveway. I remember Elle looking down to her crotch as we pulled to a stop. Her hands went right to her lap as she told me to go in and get Jean. I had a smile on my face as I walked up the path.

I was greeted by an incredible looking young girl. She had hair down to her waist and even though she was wearing what I called a ‘hippie dress’ (lightly flowered and definitely see through) I could see she was definitely ‘endowed’ and braless. I could also see that she had on bikini panties but her breasts and looks took preference at that moment. She introduced herself as Brenda’s older sister. It took a few seconds for my mind to get back on track and to remember I was there to pick up my daughter. Jean and Brenda appeared moments after and I thanked the older girl for looking after them. She just smiled... and inwardly, so did I. As Jean and I walked back to the station wagon I hoped that she and Brenda became really good friends.

Picking up Anne was easy as she and Leann were playing in the front yard. The last stop was at Ginger’s. When I pulled up Ginger came out and called for us to come inside. My first thought was that something had happened to Kaye. Elle’s first thought was her stained shorts and when she mentioned it I reminded her of just who it was that had called us inside... her ‘soul mate’ when it came to incontinence. A bit reluctantly, she got out and we headed for the porch. As we did I could see that the stain was halfway up her backside. After she’d wet herself she'd almost immediately sat down and the wetness had no where to go but up. Then, when she took them off in the boat they dried making the stain even more noticeable. As I stepped up on the porch I made a bet to myself that Ginger wouldn’t even notice.

The reason she’d called us inside was to tell us that the school board had hired a new principal that afternoon. He was from New Jersey and had five kids... all girls. That, to me was funny. Between Ginger, Aurelia and us there were eleven girls and no boys. In any case, it was a ‘secret’ and wouldn’t be formally announced until the next day. But, because Elle and I had been an integral part of the ‘group’ that had sort of engineered the whole thing she wanted us to be among the first to know. It truly was exciting and on our way home that’s all we talked about.

To be continued...

A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136b)

A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136b

After the pressure of the ‘busy period’, Tuesday and Wednesday were almost boring. The only concern I had on Wednesday was in facing some of the Trustees who were members of the mortgage committee for the month. A couple of them were part of the sub-committee who selected the gifts for the now completed new account/gift campaign and I expected them to want to know the final tally. I was prepared for that with the details on a chart. But I made sure I was down in the basement with Fran when it was time for them to start arriving leaving the report with Hobie.

Fran was still unhappy about working alone and I told her it was the only job available at the time. I encouraged her to hang in there and hope that a vacancy would come up. I told her that if one did she would get the first chance at it. Even that encouragement didn’t draw a smile. I didn’t stay with her for long. I’d cleared it with Hobie to leave a little early and was anxious to get home. What I was really anxious about was what I hoped would transpire the next day on our sail.

The older girls had really been excited about their sailing lessons. But an unexpected result of their participation was in reconnecting with an old friend. If you go back to some of my early posts you’ll find some from a Summer before I had a driver’s license. I’d hung out with a guy who had a car in which he’d taken out the back seat and would load a bunch of us kids in that area and head for the drive-in movie. Billy was a couple of years older than me and right after he’d graduated from school he joined the Coast Guard and decided to make it a career. After fifteen years he managed to get assigned to a post that wasn’t far from his home town. When stationed in the city he met a girl and got married. With one daughter they bought a small house that had water access that wasn’t all that far from where both Elle’s and my parents lived. Anne, our middle daughter had met their daughter (Leann) at school but they had not been in the same class. They were excited to meet up at the sailing club and because of it quickly became close friends. Anne had been invited to her house and Elle worked it out for her to do it the day of our sailing trip.

Somewhat akin to that was the fact that Jean, our oldest daughter, had met a girl at the lessons who lived four houses away. Brenda and her family had  moved to town during the Winter. She’d been enrolled at a Catholic school so, with the tuition paid, she finished out the school year there. Jean and Brenda hit it off right from the start and when Brenda heard that Anne was going to spend the day at Leann’s house pleaded with her mother to allow Jean to come visit with her. So, that took care of two out of our three with Kaye being the odd one out. Usually Elle’s mother would take her but on this Thursday she’d been invited to some sort of affair. The logical choice was Ginger because she was pretty much home bound. When Elle called to ask she ran into some resistance but they managed to work it out.

All of the above was discussed at the dinner table. The older girls were thrilled but Kaye, still the shy one, was less than pleased. Elle assured me that she wouldn’t let her resistance put our day at risk. With that news I went about planning the details and gathering everything we needed up, with the exception of the food and drink, and into the station wagon before dark. In the morning I was hoping to have the three girls delivered to their destinations by 9am and for us to be under sail by 9:30am.

As they say, the best laid plans... I wanted Elle to wear her pleated swim dress with the separate panties but she felt she wanted to be a little more modest when delivering the girls since she didn’t really know the mother’s that well. She chose to wear shorts and promised that I’d get plenty to look at once we were out into the bay. What could I say? I don’t remember why we ended up leaving the house so late but that wasn’t the problem. It was in talking to each of the mothers as we dropped the girls off that caused the time to fly by. At Brenda’s house, the last stop, I thought we were under way when the mother stopped and came up to my window and tried to talk to Elle about something. Annoyed, I told Elle to get out and to talk with the woman over the roof of the car an not through me. She opened the door and as she did I could see her do a ‘dip’ and within seconds I saw why. She was peeing. In a way it was funny because I could see it streaming down from the crotch of her shorts and the woman, looking at Elle’s head and shoulders had no idea what was transpiring. I finally spoke up and told the woman that we had to get going and told Elle to get back in. I watched as she did and could see her shorts were wet around her crotch. You know I had a hard on with that!

I was smiling at Elle as I pulled out of the driveway. I remember her telling me it wasn’t funny but I continued to smile. As we turned into the marina I could see the corners of her mouth turning upward. Then she admitted that she’d been trying to hold it for me for when we were out in the boat. I think I probably told her “Thank you” and continued to smile. Finally she asked if I thought there was any chance that the lady had seen her do it. I told her I didn’t think so but if she walked over to where she’d been standing... and I as I did I had an even bigger grin.

At the marina I had to unload all the stuff as Elle was afraid someone would see the wet spot on her shorts. By the time I got it into the boat I noticed it was after 10am. That pretty much explained the wetting as we’d gotten up a little after 7am and I was sure she’d not used the toilet before we left. She waited in the car until I got the sails attached and then she mad a dash to the boat. The Lightning class sailboat had built in seats which meant that once seated, she would be somewhat protected. ‘B’ had a ‘kicker’ (small outboard motor) attached to the transom that we used to get out into the bay. Once there I raised the sails and we were on our way.

There wasn’t much wind so we didn’t go very far or very fast. Elle was reluctant to take off her shorts even though there was little chance anyone on shore could  see her that way. I decided that with the lack of wind that this would be a day we stayed on the boat rather than go ashore. In previous trips I’d found this spot on the West side of the small, uninhabited (except for the caretaker) island in the middle of the bay where there was almost no boating traffic. Elle finally ditched the shorts when she couldn’t see the roof of my parents house. It was about 11am.

I hinted that I could use some ‘lubrication’ and got Elle to smile. We were still about a half mile from where I wanted to anchor. As much as I wanted her to pee for me I also didn’t want any of it in the bilge of ‘B’s’ boat so we agreed to wait until then... and it was hard... as was something else. As soon as the sails were down and the anchor was overboard Elle was in my lap. Her panties had dried somewhat so I asked for a squirt. I couldn’t believe how hot it was. I had my finger inside the leg elastics (two pair of panties, of course) and found no resistance. It only took a few seconds to get her ‘wound up’ but going further, at that moment, wasn’t in the cards. However, she did allow me to take a few pictures which somewhat appeased me.
                                               

To be continued...  

A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136a)

A CHANGE OF PACE... some time off (Part 136a)

Summer to me didn’t really start until after the July ‘busy period’ was over. For vacation time, rather than to take a week or two all together I’d come up with a plan that would allow me to take random days off. Neither Hobie or Bret was into going off on trips over the Summer and since our geographical area was a summertime ‘destination’ for many people the three of us had decided to take advantage of it. For both Bret and I money (or the lack thereof) was also a contributing factor in our decision. Working together we came up with a tentative schedule that satisfied most of our vacation needs. I’d put in for the Thursday and Friday right after the end of the ‘busy period’ and once the new account/gift campaign was over my focus was on that.

Of course there was still normal day to day business at the bank to take care of but I decided to put off getting started on anything new (like the idea of the Chief Clerk’s position) until the following week. I had Lillian being trained for the drive-up window teller position by Katy, the teller who was leaving, so didn’t have to spend time on that. It was Fran who would take up most of my attention on the two days before I was to be off.

I’d previously mentioned that I’d started cleaning out the accumulated records stored in the bank's cellar. In the process I’d come across some documents that I felt had value as far as the history of the bank was concerned and needed to be filed in a manner that they could be accessed. Under the main vault (on the lobby floor) was a sub vault that, for some reason, was unused. To me it was a logical place to store them. I’d made a cursory attempt at it but the fact that the ceiling was only four feet high made it difficult for me, at 6’1“, to work in. Fran, at approximately 5’1”, was a much better choice plus she would only be making minimum pay as opposed to my bank officer salary. Previously, I’d shown her the area she’d be working in and it wasn’t the limited space that bothered her but the fact that she wouldn’t be with her friend, Lillian, that was a bit of a problem. Because of the age of the documents and the boxes they’d been stored in I told her she could/should wear clothes that would be comfortable and could get dirty without being ruined. However, she showed up in a pair of pressed khaki pants and a nice blouse.

I spent an hour with her getting her acclimated all the while hoping for at least a VPL or DP... but got nothing. She just knew how to position herself in a very modest way. When I left her she wasn’t too happy but I reminded her that she could take her break at the same time as Lillian hoping that would make her feel better. At the same time I decided to dedicate a little more time to the project after the doors closed, hoping against hope that I’d see something... anything, at that time.

By the time Hank had locked the lobby doors and gotten all the customers out both Bret and I had had a quick peek up Lillian’s skirt (just enough to know her panties were white) while she picked up some trash from under the drive-up window. Right after it we looked at each other and smiled, with Bret trying not to laugh. The bad thing was that Trish caught us and made a point of letting us know what she'd observed. As she did I made a mental note of trying to be more careful.

On the other side of the equation, Fran, working alone, had made more progress than I’d expected. She wanted to show me what she’d done and, because of the low ceiling, I got down on my haunches. For some reason she did as well and I finally got something I’d been hoping for... a DP. It wasn’t a lot but, based upon where her pants rode on her hips I was fairly sure they were full brief panties. Now all I needed was a VPL to make my day. It didn’t happen.

Back upstairs, Bret had the full report on the teller activity ready for me. I’d been right on one account... Letitia was a definite ‘drag’ on performance. The daily tally showed her with at least 20 less transactions per day than the next worst performer who was Janet, the newest teller. Cara beat out Gina as the best but only marginally. This information was going to be the basis for my ‘push’ to create the new position but not until the next week. Right then my main focus was on Thursday.

Going back to when we were dating we’d taken at least one sailing trip per Summer where it was just Elle and I. We would take a lunch with us and, depending upon the wind, sometimes we’d go ashore and sometimes just stay in the boat. On the very first one I’d managed to talk her into taking her shorts off. It was a ‘first’ for her in daylight but not the last. One thing about past trips was that she was very ‘liberal’ and I got pretty much what I asked for. One of those things was pictures...  multiple ones without having to plead or to offer some sort of bribe. The other was getting her to wet her panties and then being allowed to play with and in them.

‘Big B’ had offered me the use of his sailboat on any weekday. He kept it at the marina just behind where Elle’s parents lived which made it quite convenient. To say I was anxious to go sailing on Thursday would be putting it mildly. Even though it was only Tuesday night I stopped at his parent’s house to pick up the sails, rudder and the other things necessary for the boat. When I showed up at home with all the stuff Elle thought she’d gotten the date for our trip mixed up. I assured her that it was still on for Thursday. She’d been out at the wash line taking down some clothes when I pulled up the driveway. After reassuring her that we still had another day to wait I looked out at the line and saw there were still some clothes on it. She was carrying the wash basket as we headed for the house so asked why she’d left some things behind. She sort of chuckled and said they belonged to Sabrina and Bebe. That seemed strange as we’d agreed to let Sabrina use our line only when Elle wasn’t home and she certainly had been that day. However, Elle explained that Sabrina had come over to ask for permission. Since she only had a few things that wouldn’t take up much space had allowed her to do so. Elle did mention that it was funny that she hadn’t come back to retrieve them. At that point I turned and looked closely at the items still blowing in the wind. I could see there were some bikini panties among the items and, being somewhat familiar with what kind of panties Sabrina wore, deduced that they must belong to Bebe. Now I had to find an excuse to go back out to the back yard.

Elle had started supper and I asked her how long it would be until it was ready. When she said it would only be a few minutes I knew I had to do something quick. Dropping my brief case on the floor I told her I'd forgotten something in the car. That was a lie but she didn't question it. I knew there was no way for her to see the wash line from over by the sink and the stove where she was working so made my way past my car and headed right for the wash line.

The panties were white as white could be which pretty much confirmed that they belonged to Bebe.  Martin had told me over the weekend that she'd gone shopping for new clothes. I knew I had to be quick so reached out to touch a pair and found they were made of the nylon satin tricot that I loved to touch. The real question was in who made them. I wanted, so badly, to take a pair off the line to read the label but I knew the consequences wouldn't be worth it if I got caught by Bebe, Sabrina or Elle so just hustled back to the house. Thankfully, Elle was fully involved with dishing out dinner so didn't notice that I had nothing in my hands when I returned. I hoped I'd get another chance fairly soon.

To be continued...  

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways Part 135k)

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135k)

That Monday was also the first day back at the bank for Mala.  She’d be working in her new position in the accounting area. I let Trish go through all the ‘paperwork’ as, technically, she was a new employee. She’d resigned when she left to have her baby so it was somewhat like starting all over again. Seeing her stirred some long latent thoughts I’d had about the teller line. When she was a teller she was, by far, the fastest one we had. Cara was good and so was Gina but headed into the ‘busy period’ I’d been quite concerned about the current batch of tellers being able to handle the heavy lobby traffic. There was one teller who’d just barely finished her training and another with only a few month’s experience. Neither had been exposed to large lines of customers. On top of that was my continuing dilemma over Letitia, the older woman who’d been given the title of Head Teller because of her longevity and not because she was good at the job. I did recognize her value to the bank in that she knew just about every customer and made them feel welcome. But... that was also the problem. Customers would wait in her line just to chat with her. I about had a fit when I found her exchanging cooking recipies one day. Her personality was such that she couldn’t bring herself, as Head Teller, to tell someone to do something. When I arrived at the bank some two years prior I found the group of tellers (mostly the ‘Polish Mafia’) ignoring any direction that she gave (which wasn’t much). After I’d been there a few months I spoke to Hobie about the situation and he didn’t want to talk about it. I’d made some casual remarks about possibly making a change there but was told that she had an “in” with many of the Trustees and they would fight it, and it probably wouldn’t be worth it in the long run.

Mala would’ve been the perfect one for the Head Teller position. When doing something with Letitia was turned down I still wouldn’t let the idea die. During the Spring I’d come up with the idea of a new position... Chief Clerk, to handle the detail work like scheduling and special assignments, things that burdened both Bret and I. I ran the idea past Trish and she thought it might ‘fly’. However, when I suggested Cara her eyes popped out of her head. She and Cara were best friends and her reaction surprised me. She went on to explain that Cara was very much the same as Letitia when it came to dealing with employees, especially those that she considered friends. After hearing that I put the idea aside.

I’d pretty much decided that the only way to have any ‘traction’ with Hobie on the subject was to use empirical data. I asked Bret to track all teller activity for the ‘busy period’... primarily the number and type of transactions that each handled each day for the whole eight days. In my mind I knew Letitia would be the one with the lowest numbers. However, my visual observations about her performance over the previous two years had fallen on deaf ears so I felt that this was my best chance. Just watching the ebb and flow of the lobby traffic up to then had given me a clear indication that Gina and Cara carried the bulk of activity. But, now I was hoping that raw data would be what was needed. Added to that was the fact that I’d seen Gina step up a couple of times with helpful (and logical) suggestions. With Cara out of contention by what Trish had shared with me, Gina was the most logical one and Letitia could keep her title and not lose face.

When the lobby doors closed Lillian, Fran, Bret and I set about to clear the lobby of all vestiges of the new account/gift campaign. The girls had the up to date information on the total new accounts opened as well as the inventory of the remaining gifts. Bret and I had a friendly wager ($1) on the number of accounts opened... Bret had ventured 650 and I took a conservative 525. It was 455. We weren’t even close. The immediate problem was what to do with the over 150 picnic coolers that were left over since we couldn't return them. They were large and took up considerable space. We’d shipped back a gross of the tool kits and what was left really didn’t take up much room. As we moved things around the conversation turned to the success of the blankets. Most of the two gross the trustees had ordered were gone. Both Lillian and Fran felt the same as Bret and I... it made no sense, especially in the Summer.

When we’d pretty much finished up Lillian want over to the bottom of the stairs, squatted down and reached under the last step. I was out in the lobby, kind of surveying the area now without the gift display and tables and thinking how bare it looked. Bret was over by the public rest room door and I happened to glance his way. I saw both his eyes bulge out of his head for a second and then watched him turn away, coughing. My first thought was that he was choking on something. I headed in his direction and as I did Lillian stood up. I got to him and asked if he was OK and he brushed me away saying he’d talk to me later.

By then it was almost time to go home. I excused both the girls early, reminding them they would have new jobs the next day. Lillian looked excited but Fran had somewhat of a fearful look on her face. I thanked them both for a job well done and unlocked the back door. As I watched the two of them walking across the parking lot I still couldn’t believe that I’d not even had a hint of a peek from Fran even with her short dresses and skirts. I also had a feeling that Lillian would provide a fair amount of ‘excitement’ in the days to come.

I caught up with Bret and asked him what had happened over by the stairs. He had a sheepish grin on his face and hesitated a bit before admitting that he'd had "the most perfect panty view of his life". Of course I had him fill me in on what he'd seen. I'd had a good idea that he was a 'panty man' for quite a while but was reluctant to go anywhere with it because I'd had a 'panty relationship' with his wife back before he'd met her but when she lived at my grandfather's house. However, I decided to take this opportunity to go a little further and, knowing he had a 'thing' for Gina, told him about a couple of the 'views' I'd had of her panties. There was no comparing Lillian to Gina, in any way, so his eyes really lit up. I'll admit I played them up a bit, just to watch his reaction. What it did do was to give me the opportunity to run my idea of creating the new position, Chief Clerk, and putting Gina in it, with him. His reaction was very positive but I was a bit concerned that it might be because he liked her so challenged him on it. He responded that she'd waited on the most customers so was a good choice. But... I had to still get permission from Hobie to create the position.

To be continued...

Update #2

Update #2

We're back home for a few days. Our daughter is now stable and the Dr's are trying to come up with the combination of heart drugs that she will need in addition to the LVAD pump. The earliest for the operation now appears to be after the 1st of September. This week will be one of trial and error as far as the drugs are concerned. As I stated in an earlier update she's confounding the Dr's on one of the drugs that they feel are key to keeping her heart healthy. When they give it to her it makes her blood pressure go lower when it should help increase it. On Friday, after receiving the medicine, her BP went down to 58 over 42. By last night it was up to 82 over 56 and holding pretty steady. When you consider that 'normal' for most people is 120 over 80 you can get some idea of the situation. She was not in any danger because they have about 10 wires and or tubes in her and she is monitored constantly. When the low reading showed up a cardiac nurse appeared almost instantaneously and turned some dial on an intravenous drip. She stayed and watched until the pressure started going back up. After chatting with our daughter and the cardiac doctor in the ICU we decided to come back home. She's able to get up and out of bed and to sit in a chair as well as to feed herself now. We'll wait to hear when the pump will be inserted and then go back for who knows how long. So... unless something untoward happens I'll soon be back to posting again.

I'd like to thank "Lurker" for his nice comments and I hope to see him post again. As always, thanks to my friends, OB and BS for their continued upbeat thoughts and support. It means a lot!

Update #1

Update #1

Good news and bad news... The good news is that her condition is stable. The bad news is that she will (as of now) have to have an LVAD pump implanted to survive. LVAD stands for Left VentricularAssist Device to assist her heart in pumping her blood. Her condition is called RCM which stands for restrictive cardiomyopathy. Until meeting with her doctors in the hospital I'd never heard of an LVAD.

It is a mechanical pump powered by batteries. The pump is implanted just below the heart and is connected to small computer that is worn as a belt. Two rechargeable batteries power the device. The implant procedure takes anywhere from six to twelve hours. Having said that, she is still being evaluated for the procedure so no set date for it to happen.

The reason for not going on a heart transplant list is the fact that she had breast cancer a year ago and people who've had cancer can't go on the list until at least five years have passed and still remain cancer free. After the operation it will take many months of recovery time. We ( the immediate family) will have to form a support team for her as she will need constant monitoring. Once the date is set for the operation we will be schooled on just how to care for her. It will be a daunting task!

So, that's it from here. I have no idea when the next step will take place or our exact role in it will be. Time will tell.

PS... OB and BS, thanks for the encouragement! It is much appreciated.

Yet, another time out...

Yet, another time out...

The daughter who’s been experiencing health problems over the past year or so has had a setback. Rushed to the hospital yesterday, and presently in the ICU, she’s now experiencing severe heart problems. My wife and I will be flying out later this afternoon to be with her. Initial prognosis is she will need a pacemaker. This comes as a complete surprise as there is no history of heart problems in either family. Hopefully, the hospital and doctors will have a clear cut plan for her recovery by the time we arrive. In the meantime, I’ll ask for prayers for her and patience until I’m able to get back to Fancy Panties.

Pantymaven 

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135j)

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135j)

The plumbing problem was in getting water to the East end of the clubhouse where the boats were stored. Most boat owners wanted to wash the salt water from the bay off their boats at the end of the day. The original pipe had rusted through and the water pressure was almost non-existent by the time the water reached the end of the hose. Rex had located some plastic piping (this was pre PVC days) that he wanted to try. Most of the work was done under the clubhouse but the spigot was located by the steps up onto the porch. Rex and I’d run the new piping up to that point but only one of us could do the spigot connection. Rex wanted to be the one so I just stood aside. It was just before 11am. The wind was blowing at least 15 mph and one of the first women to arrive was wearing a dress. I know you won’t believe me but after all the effort we’d put into running the pipe I really wanted to know if it would work. I didn’t follow the woman up the steps but I heard her let out an “Oooops“ and looked up to see her trying to corral the wind blown hem of her dress. I figured that I probably missed a good one. Rex was having a hard time getting the plastic pipe to slip over the bib of the spigot so all I was doing was just standing there. I didn’t recognize very many of the people who arrived but did get a few close calls as far as upskirts were concerned. When Rex finally got the connection made he headed to the other end of the building to turn the water on leaving me alone. The timing was perfect because headed in my direction were two decent looking young women and both had on skirts. As they approached I could see them trying to keep them from blowing up in front (the wind was behind them). I made like I was busy right up until their feet hit the third step and then turned to follow them the rest of the way up. The one closest to me had her one hand on the front of her dress and the other on the hand rail. Then a puff of wind hit the back of her dress and it went straight up. The surprising part of it was that it seemed to be hung in that position. Realistically, it was probably no more than five of six seconds but it was long enough for me to see her whole backside filling out a nice pair of light blue panties. I fully expected for her to turn around and catch me with my mouth open but she and the other woman continued walking on down the porch to the door. In the meantime Rex had been calling for me to turn the spigot on. When I did the water came out in a steady forceful stream. It meant we were successful and I could head home.

Back at home I found a note tucked into the door jamb. It was from Martin saying he needed to borrow some tools. I took it for granted that he was next door with Sabrina but he didn’t say just what tools he needed. That meant a trip over to find out and also having to put up with some more taunting from her. It was still drizzling and I was still damp so decided to get my household tool box and get it over with. Martin answered when I knocked on the door. It didn’t take long to confirm that Bebe had stayed there and would be there for the foreseeable future. The reason for needing tools was that he was putting up venetian blinds to give Bebe some privacy. As soon as he told me that I was kicking myself for not having gone into Kaye’s room to take a look over the night before. When Sabrina didn’t appear after I’d been there for a few minutes I asked where she was. Martin laughed and said that his mother, Pete’s mother and Sabrina had taken Bebe shopping to get some clothes as the clothing donations made to the women’s auxilliary at the fire house had been a ”joke“ and only old ladies would wear the stuff.

To make sure Martin had what he needed to install the blinds I followed him upstairs. The only change to the room from when I set the bed up was there were now sheets on it. I asked about additional furniture and was told that some would come from Pete’s house as his sister wouldn’t be home during the Summer. Looking around the big room, the bed looked pretty lonely. The only additional thing I could see that Martin would need would be a step stool so headed back home to get it. Martin started unboxing the blinds as I left.

A quick peek into Sabrina’s room showed a pile of clothes on the floor. That made me wonder just what Bebe was wearing. She was easily five inches shorter than Sabrina but, to the best of my memory, had about the same size hips and bust. In the kitchen I checked the washing machine to see if there were any clothes in there but it was empty. Now, with a new young woman living there I got it in mind to keep my eyes open for what panties Bebe might end up wearing. I’d seen Sabrina’s enough times on our wash line to know exactly what she wore. Just thinking about that put a spring in my step as I retrieved the step stool for Martin.

Upon my return I actually gave him a hand in installing the blinds. While doing it I got more insight as to Bebe’s decision to stay with Sabrina. The reporters had done a good job of ferreting out friends and neighbors of the family and making themselves pests. When Sabrina floated the idea for Bebe to stay with her Pete was the one to say it was perfect as none of the ‘regulars’ (her friends around town) were really aware of Sabrina and her relationship with Bebe. He went on that it was almost ‘cloak and dagger stuff’.

When Elle got home she filled me in on the meeting with the parents at the sailing club. She indicated that it didn’t go all that well and that some parents were withdrawing their kids from the program. Elle said it was like it was ”beneath them“ to have to ”baby sit“ other peoples kids. I kept my opinion to myself but was thinking ”good riddance!“.

The rain and wind continued on Sunday. Rain can force postponement for many things like baseball and the like but the only thing to stop a sailboat race was the wind... too much or not enough. That meant I’d be spending a wet Sunday afternoon on the water. However, the reality of the situation was that only the ‘die hards’ showed up and the novices stayed home. By the last race I was getting a handle on the quirks of racing a Sunfish and actually was competitive. By the time I got home I was exhausted... way, way out of shape... but actually excited about racing the boat in the future.

Monday was the last day for the new account/gift campaign. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the public. We still offered the ‘bonus’ of giving interest on deposits as if they had been made on the first day of the month and I hoped that would be an incentive. In the past we would usually see an uptick in overall deposits on the 10th of the month. I decided to have Lillian work the new account table with Fran just to be sure we were covered. When I told Fran she was very happy to be back with her friend. When it came to Lillian there was no way I would not be looking for an inadvertent peek. It didn’t take long. As she was getting her materials ready she knocked her pens on the floor and, instead of squatting down to pick them up just put one hand on the corner of the table and bent at the waist... even going so far as to raise one leg up off the floor. If I’d been talking with someone when I saw that I know I would’ve stopped in mid sentence. Only a few seconds but white surrounded by navy blue is a picture to behold. I hoped it was an omen leading to a good day.

To be continued...       

HOT, HOT, HOT.. in many ways (Part 135i)

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135i)

I tried to get Elle to tell me what she, Ginger and the other lady were discussing when I’d walked into the living room but all I got was her stock answer... ”Girl talk“. Because it was fairly early and our kids with her mother I was contemplating some serious ‘amour’ when we got home. I backed off my questioning so as not to upset her. To make conversation I asked how Ginger’s recovery was going. She hesitated at first but then stated that Ginger was upset by the fact that she was missing out on most of the Summer activities. I reminded Elle that she’d made that observation when contemplating having the same operation. It elicited a positive response and she continued on, saying that her dribbles and occasional wetting weren’t bad enough for her to make that kind of sacrifice. I was glad to her re-affirmation. But she didn’t stop there. For some reason she went on about the other lady that had been with them. It turned out that she was an old friend of Aurelia’s and she (Aurelia) had introduced her to both Elle and Ginger because she had a somewhat similar problem to theirs. But that was as far as she got because we were in our driveway by then. 

To save time I didn’t even put the station wagon into the garage. As she got out she, proudly, let me know that she’d made it through the evening with only the normal dribbles after using the toilet. That was nice for her but my thoughts were about changing that condition in just a matter of minutes. I followed her towards the house but was a bit distracted by the light shining from the Southwest corner bedroom over at Sabrina’s. That was the room where I’d assembled the bed the bed supposedly for Bebe. I stopped and looked and, because there were no shades on the windows, I could see the light fixture in the ceiling. I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been able to persuade her to move in... but there was no way to follow up on it right then and there.

The ‘amour’ followed soon after we arrived arrived upstairs but without the normal wetting ritual that we followed. Elle was so proud of herself for making it through the party dry that she wanted to see if she could stay dry for an extended period of time including the overnight. I put my priorities in order and bent to her wishes. As I nodded off I did wonder just how far she’d take it.

Saturday morning broke cloudy with the wind out of the East. That usually meant a storm but at the least, rain. I’d deferred inspecting the panties I’d pilfered the evening before and was anxious to get to them. However, Elle, even though she could stay in bed for a while, decided to follow me downstairs so that killed that idea. Looking out at the yard there was no doubt that the grass needed mowing so I told her I wanted to do it before it rained and headed for the garage. I had managed to transfer the wad of toilet paper, with the panties inside, to my work pants so as soon as I opened the garage door it was in my hand. As I peeled the damp paper away I tried to remember what the woman had looked like but the visage was more of her breasts and nipples than her face. When I finally got to the panties I held them up and was truly surprised at how plain, yet fancy, they were with lace around all the elastics. Nylon satin, for sure, they almost looked like a panty for a child. I turned them inside out looking for a label but all I saw was a small tag with the numeral ”5“ on it. I was disappointed not to be able to know who made them. I decided to hide them temporarily in the ‘bump out’ in the garage where the front bumper of the station wagon went and then pulled the vehicle inside.
                                               

I was over half way through cutting the lawn when I saw Sabrina headed my way. Seeing her reminded me of the light in the window from the night before so I hoped her visit would clarify that. I didn’t have time for another ‘mini crisis’ on her part. The best way to describe her attitude at that time was ‘feisty”. She wanted to let me know that I’d been wrong when I’d blown up at her after fetching the bed and finding out that she didn’t have a commitment from Bebe about staying with her. I apologized and made the mistake of asking about Bebe’s parents. It turned out to be somewhat interesting in that, after the news broke about the bomb, the parents were deluged by reporters as well as some irate people. They decided to leave the area and leave all that behind. Sabrina told me they headed towards the city where some relatives lived. Bebe didn’t want to go with them and when Sabrina caught up with her and presented the idea of “hiding out”, she went for it. When Sabrina was telling me this she had a 'Cheshire cat' look about her. She could’ve stopped there but continued on saying that Bebe wanted to be near her boyfriend, Pete. When I heard that I know my face broke into a big smile. Bebe had stumbled into a ‘win win’ situation. Out from under her parents and now with a naive ‘landlord’ (of sorts). What more could she want? Sabrina did see my smile and asked, but I wouldn’t tell her.

Sabrina’s interruption caused me to end up getting wet as I finished up the lawn. I was supposed to go to the sailing club to meet with Rex about a plumbing problem at 10am. I figured there was no reason to get changed when, in all probability, I’d get even more wet while there. Sailing lessons had started and our girls had taken to them in good fashion. However, with the influx of new members, there had not been a good comprehension/acceptance of the supervision that the instructors were applying. Basic club rules called for a minimum of two parents (read that “mothers”) present at all times when lessons were in progress. It was supposed to be done on a voluntary basis where parents would sign up for specific days and times. With only three days of lessons it had become readily apparent that something was wrong as the instructors had to scramble to get people there. A special meeting was called for 11am at the club for the parents of kids in the lesson program. Telephone calls were made to all with the admonition that failure to attend would mean no more lessons for their kids. I knew Elle was attending as she was one of the ‘house mothers’. My hope was to get done what needed doing and to get out of there before the hoard of kids and parents arrived. It didn't happen.

To be continued...

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135h)

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135h)

One couple invited to the party lived across the creek that bounded the East side of Aurelia’s property. They decided to make a ‘grand entrance’ by arriving by boat... sort of. It was nothing more than a small row boat. Because I was so familiar with the property from my early teen years when I had a crush on one of the girls that lived in the house, I decided to go down by the dock and watch their arrival. It didn’t appear to be anything special except for Aurelia’s husband standing at the end of the dock with a trumpet in hand. As the boat got close he blasted out a few notes much like an ocean liner would do when approaching a port. The husband was manning the oars and his wife was sitting on the back seat. Someone threw them a line to pull the boat in closer. Then it got interesting.

It was fairly low tide and to get up onto the dock the people in the boat had to be pulled up and then steadied. The husband went first and made it with little difficulty. Two men on the dock then reached down to grab the hands of the lady. When they went to pull her up the boat pushed away from the dock a bit and the lady found herself dangling over the water. I’m not sure exactly what happened... if she screamed first and then fell into the creek or... she fell into the creek and then screamed. It was still fairly light out and I’d been on the shore watching this all transpire. When the woman ended up in the water I decided I needed to get closer. I wanted to get as good a view as possible of her as she walked by hoping that her wet dress would be sheer enough to see through.

As much of a ‘panty man’ as I am, I have to admit that my eyes were primarily on her breasts... and she had plenty there. She was braless under the dress and the coolness of the water stimulated her nipples so they were very prominent and the dress material was pasted to her chest. I did get a quick view of her backside after she rushed by and I could see she was wearing bikini panties but that was all. Not what I’d wished for but certainly memorable. A little later I saw her fully dressed and I could only assume that Aurelia had loaned her some clothes.

The light was really fading when I finally caught up with Jon and Bob. Even though the party was centered on the patio by the pool,  most of the men, as usual, had gathered in the kitchen. I managed to get the two of them aside to ask about the candidates for principal. Both were reluctant to give much information but I managed to wear them down. Of the three being considered there was one who they felt was particularly interesting. An assistant principal at a suburban Philadelphia high school, he was attracted to our area because he felt it wouldn’t be influenced so much by the city. The drawback to choosing him was the salary he was requesting. No dollar amounts were discussed but they did say the amount was a lot more than what the old principal had been making. Jon ventured to say that they (the school board) was working on a way to make the dollars happen. It sounded interesting.

As I’ve written before, I had an ‘intimate’ knowledge of the house from when I was a teen. I’d had a crush on one of the girls that lived there (Wendy) and had spent many hours/days there. When Aurelia and her husband had the ‘group’ over for a party it had been the first time I’d been in it for fifteen years. The only real changes I’d noticed then was a total re-do of the kitchen and the addition of a pool where the fenced in patio had been. However, I noticed more changes since then. There always had been a small bathroom with only a toilet and sink located just off the kitchen in the hallway leading to the outside. With the addition of the pool, the size of the bathroom had proved to be too small for guests to use as a changing room. To remedy that they had put on a small addition that Aurelia called a cabana. I’d not paid any attention to it until after my chat with Bob and Jon when ‘mother nature’ called. I stepped into the bathroom and was shocked to see what they had done. The original toilet and sink were still in place but there was much more. There was now a door to the outside pool area and a bench along with hooks to hold towels and clothes as well as four ‘cubby’ holes where shoes and small personal items could be stored without fear of them getting wet. It made sense to me as people using the pool wouldn’t be going into the house while dripping wet. I’d only seen a few people actually in the pool so there wasn’t much in the way of clothes hanging in there. But, what I did see sticking out of one of the ‘cubby’s’ was what I thought I recognized as the dress the woman who’d fallen into the creek had been wearing. Seeing that I forgot all about my need for the toilet and took the few steps necessary to reach the dress. At that point my mind was working overtime. Having seen the woman walking around told me she had on borrowed clothes. However, it made sense that she wouldn’t have on the panties she’d been wearing after her fall into the water. That meant they were more than likely in the ‘cubby’ with the wet dress.

There were no windows in the room and I’d locked the door from the hall. All I had to do was turn the button in the door handle to the outside and no one could walk in on me as I made my inspection. Pulling the damp mass of material out of the ‘cubby’ the item I was hoping to find fell out and onto the bench right under it. I stuffed the dress right back in and picked up the panties. There wasn’t much to them but as soon as I touched them I knew they were never going back in the ‘cubby’. Not wet but definitely damp, I knew if I put them in my pocket the dampness would soon ‘wick out’ and show on the front of my pants. I saw the roll of toilet paper and immediately unrolled a lot of it wrapping it around the panties. When I was satisfied that I had enough to make it safe I put them in my pocket and unlocked the doors. Figuringing that most guests would be outside I made my exit through the door into the kitchen and, to my great relief, there was no one there.

I’d lost track of Elle so went wandering into the main part of the house. It didn’t take long to find her sitting in the living room with Ginger and another woman that I didn’t recognize. They seemed to be in a serious discussion. Without entering the room I managed to get her attention only to have her wave me off and with a frown to boot. At that point I headed for the pool area where the ‘action’, or at least the majority of the people were congregated. The man who’d arrived by boat was about to make his return trip only this time without his wife. Since the libations were basically wine and beer, no one had gotten rowdy but there were some who were pretty ’happy’, including that man. Aurelia’s husband had a large flashlight and led the way back to the dock. Not surprisingly, none of the women followed. For some reason I had a feeling that this was not going to go well for the man so I joined with the others. I was right. He sat on the dock and put his feet on the seat of the boat. When he put his weight on his feet the boat pushed away from the dock and he ended up in the water. It was quite a show and there were a lot of laughs from the spectators, me included. However, it seemed like the proper time to leave... and I wanted to see just what was in my pocket.

To be continued...    

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135g)

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135g)

It was hard to sleep with the thought of the guy being blown to pieces going through my mind. I remember wondering why ‘Big B’ thought it was so important to call, especially since I didn’t know him at all, at that time of night. I was actually glad when it started to get light out. However, my thoughts which had been taken up with Sabrina and the bed for Bebe the previous evening were now focused on the upcoming day at work. I expected that the ‘Polak Joe’ situation would be addressed at some point in time and secretly hoped that it would lead to his being removed from the Board. J J had made a few off hand comments that indicated he felt uncomfortable any time Joe was around him so figured he felt somewhat the same.

I had the car radio set for the local news more to listen to the bank’s advertisements than for actual content. So, right after getting in the car I was shocked to hear the ”breaking news“ about Bebe’s brother building a bomb and blowing himself and his parents restaurant up. I thought I’d misheard the report. The announcer had made a definitive statement that it was a "bomb". To me, that seemed unbelievable... a ”bomb“ ? After a minute or so I decided it was the radio station trying to sensationalize the situation.  But the announcer kept repeating variations of the bomb angle. In fact, that was all there was to the news other than the weather report.

Pulling in to my parking place I saw that both Bert (the president) and Hobie were already there. For Bert to be there that early was a real rarity. Hank, at the door to let me in, told me that I was to go right up to the Board room. The two of them were at the head of the table and in what seemed to be deep conversation. I stood just inside the door for a bit and when they saw me told me to take a seat. I couldn’t imaging what this was going to be about but it was obvious that they were dead serious about something. About five minutes later J J walked in and was told to take a seat next to me. He looked at me and I wouldn’t say it was panic in his eyes but there definitely was concern. Bert then went to the phone and quickly returned to the place where he’d been sitting. It was starting to get ominous. Then Lena, Bert’s secretary, walked in and proceeded up to where Hobie and Bert were seated. She was instructed to take notes on everything that was going to be said. I remember her sitting there next to the two senior officers and being as calm as could be... something that both J J and I definitely were not.

Bert then told us that what we were about to hear was not, under any circumstances, to be discussed with anybody outside the room. If there was any indication of it there would be serious consequences. My eyes never left Bert’s face. Then he went over the scene from the mortgage committee meeting on Wednesday and, after a short pause, said that ‘Polak Joe’ had been censured and had his voting privileges suspended until further notice. I wanted to look over at J J but didn’t. Bert continued by saying that the bankers association that the bank belonged to ran four workshops for new Trustees. He said that our bank had never sent anyone feeling that we, out in the country, didn’t need to. But, with the current situation, it was painfully obvious that it was necessary. The next one was in September and that both Joe and the other new Trustee (the lawyer from up West) would be attending. Then he addressed J J and asked him if he understood the directions that he’d given him. He immediately nodded his head affirmatively but was told to answer the question and he answered with a hesitant ”Yes.“ Then I went through the same procedure.

I’d been so nervous that it took about fifteen minutes back at my desk to grasp what had just taken place. It was probably a half hour later before Hobie returned. I knew better than to say anything to him so to avoid even visual contact I went out to the new account tables. I hadn’t noticed until I got there but Karen wasn’t in. With Lillian working with Katie on learning the drive-up teller function it left Fran all by herself. There were three customers waiting so I stepped in to help out. Working along side her it was clear that she was not comfortable working with the public. Once those customers had their accounts opened and had walked away with their gifts I stayed in the area to talk with Fran about my observation. She agreed and made the comment that Lillian ”loved“ the job and meeting people. That made me feel better about my hiring of Lillian.

Trish knew about Karen’s absence but the two of us had yet to meet up. When I’d hired her I knew she wouldn’t be there for the last day of the new account/gift campaign as she was headed to Summer school at her college. The reason for her being absent was that the airline had cancelled the fight she was supposed to take and she was now booked on a much earlier flight. The change coming so late didn’t give her time to get all her needed things together. Looking around it appeared that our new account business had slowed down enough that she wasn’t really needed. However, I really wanted to thank her in person because she’d done a good job and had accomplished what I’d hoped for... to keep both Lillian and Fran focused. She was a real nice girl.

With Monday being the last day of the campaign I decided to consolidate all the remaining gifts after 3pm and to do another inventory check. After the first few days activity I’d hoped we might open 500 new accounts. After the inventory I knew it would take a crush of people on the last day to make it. At the time we’d barely made it to 450 based on the gifts still in inventory. I just wished there was some way to show how idiotic the sub-committee had been with not only their gift choices but also the amount of gifts they’d committed the bank to. Realistically, I knew nothing would come of it and, based on some of the comments made at the mortgage committee meeting, I’d get the blame.

Aurelia’s party that night was not just for the ‘group’ but did include Bob and Phyl as well as Jon and Ginger. Aurelia and her husband had invited some old friends as well as a few neighbors. Elle and I’d dressed fairly casual with Elle in knit pants and a bright top and me in a short sleeve sports shirt. However, upon our arrival we could see that some were a little more formal with women wearing dresses of various lengths and men in jackets. I was glad to see Bob and Jon so I could get the ‘scoop’ on the candidates for the principal's position at the high school. However, not surprisingly, the initial conversation was on the ”bomb“ and the ”crazy nut“  that had built it. What I did find fascinating was that the story had reached the city radio stations and newspapers. Here was our very small town making big city news because a kid had blown himself up. To me, that was what was ‘crazy’.

To be continued...

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135f)

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135f)

We were eating supper when the phone rang. That was something that always upset Elle. She was closest to it but made no effort to get up. The constant ringing of the phone upset me even more so I dispatched daughter Jean to answer it. It was something that she loved to do but we didn’t let her do it all that often. She was back in seconds saying it was auntie Sabrina. That was a real rarity as she almost always just came over and knocked on the door. Reluctantly, I got up to see what she wanted. The pitch of her voice was even higher than normal when she asked if I could go get a bed for her. I hesitated for a second before asking what she was talking about.

Martin’s parents were willing to let her use the second bed in Martin’s room but somebody had to come and get it. She went on that Bebe would stay with her if she could get a bed and now she had one. Once she started talking it seemed like she wasn’t going to stop. By the time she finally did I knew that Bebe and her parents had been staying at the rooming house that Wally (the plumber and now the school board president) and his wife ran. The problem with that was he had regular tenants for weekends and they had to get out the next day. She also let me know that the women’s auxiliary at the firehouse was collecting donations of clothes for all the family. When I finally was able to get a word in I asked if there was any chance that Bebe’s parents would be moving in as well. She said she wasn’t sure about that but she really wanted Bebe to stay with her. Of course I said I’d get the bed.

I’ll bet it wasn’t a minute before she was at the kitchen screen door. I was a bit perturbed as I still hadn’t finished eating. I told her I’d get it later, after finishing up but she said she'd wait. When she said she wanted to go with me I told her I knew where Martin’s parents lived. It was in a Summer cottage colony like the one Elle’s and my parents lived in. It was where Jon’s parents Summer home was located and Pete lived there as well. In fact, that’s where most of the ”unmarrieds“ originated from going back to their childhood Summers. But... Sabrina insisted... and she didn’t take the hint to leave. I was more upset with her than Elle and I wasn’t happy that she invited her to have dessert with us. Her voice was like fingernails down a blackboard to me.

The best way to describe what Sabrina was wearing is to call it a ‘playsuit’. A one piece outfit with the top attached to shorts and with the leg openings flared. I knew they were popular in the 30’s and 40’s because I'd seen pictures of my mother wearing something like it. But we were now in the late 60’s so it really stood out. It took us about 15 minutes to get to the house and we were greeted by Martin’s mother. She was clearly German with a pronounced accent. After she showed me the bed she proceeded to instruct me on how to dismantle it. It was clear to see who wore the pants in this family. Sabrina was, thankfully, quiet during the process. Once it was loaded into the station wagon we made our getaway.

I was curious as to how Sabrina had connected with Bebe and made the mistake of asking. She and Bebe had become friendly from her dating Martin. He and her boyfriend, Pete, were best friends. After she heard about the fire she spent the day trying to locate her but with no success. After coming up with the idea of Bebe’s family moving in with her she eventually went to the firehouse and was told they were staying at Wally’s. I got more information than I bargained for but learned something interesting in the process. Bebe’s family had lost more than just their belongings and son in the fire. They also lost most of their money. Bebe’s mother’s family had lost all their money when the banks had failed in the 20’s and didn’t trust them so they kept most of their cash at home. They didn’t have a fireproof safe and when they found the container that held their money in the ashes they found it had melted with the heat. Being a banker it was hard to believe that anyone would be so stupid.

To get the mattress and boxspring up the stairs at Sabrina’s I had to enlist her help to do it. She had very little strength to lift with so I had her steady each of them as I pushed them up the stairs. When the bed was together and in place she flopped on it claiming she was exhausted. I stood there looking down at her not able to comprehend just what actual physical labor she’d expanded. However, if there was a reward for my efforts it was that she, with her eyes closed, pulled one leg up with the other sort of splayed out to the side... a very nice crotch view up the very wide leg openings of the outfit she was wearing. And, believe me, I took advantage of that (and nothing else!). The panties appeared to be cotton and not very exciting, but... After a few seconds I asked when Bebe would be moving in. Just like to my question about Bebe’s parents she answered that she didn’t know. Then I asked why the rush to get the bed. Sheepishly, she admitted that if Bebe were to say ”Yes“ the bed would be there and ready for her. Plain and simple, I was pissed. I’m not sure what it was that I said but it wasn’t very complimentary. Going down the stairs I looked at my watch and it was almost 9pm. Not that I had anything planned but I’d wasted about two hours. I remember thinking ‘chalk up another one for Sabrina!’ as I passed through the hedge into my yard.

Even though still light out I determined it wasn’t worth the effort to start in on a project so headed inside. I found Elle in the process of packing up her portable hair dryer contraption, something my mother had bought for her. We’d been invited to a party at Aurielia’s the next night and she thought, with me gone for a while, she’d wash and dry her hair and get a head start on getting ready for it. Having gone through a clean pair of shorts earlier she’d decided to wear her newest dress, the one that came with shorts but she’d left them off. When I saw that I took it as an invitation and with the camera right there on the counter from earlier I grabbed it. Down on her haunches she just looked up and smiled. Two pictures with no pleading from me was unbelievable. I still hadn’t figured out why the change in attitude but I certainly wasn’t going to ask and end up ruining it for myself. Later, as we we getting ready for bed I saw I wasn’t going to get what I’d hoped for when I'd seen her earlier. She decided that being wet twice in one day was enough so I had to settle for snuggling before she put on her night time ‘package’. With two pictures in one day at least I wasn’t completely shut out.

                                           
The ringing of the phone woke both of us up. It was on Elle’s side of the bed and, still mostly asleep, she didn’t recognize the voice. Handing the phone to me she just rolled over and buried her head in the pillow. It was ‘Big B'. Even though I wasn’t quite awake I could tell he was ‘stirred up’ from the pitch of his voice. I don’t remember his exact words but they were close to ”The stupid SOB blew himself up!“. He was almost shouting. I had no idea who he was referring to. It took a bit of effort to convey that to him and then, in a much calmer voice, explained that Bebe’s brother had been building some sort of explosive device in his room and it went off, killing him and setting fire to the restaurant. I didn’t know the guy so didn’t exactly know what to say. After a bit of silence ‘B’ closed with the fact that they found him ”in pieces“, and all burned up. I decided not to tell Elle and when she asked why he’d called I told her he was going to let us use his sailboat the following week. That part was true... but I knew that before the call.

To be continued... 

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135e)

HOT, HOT, HOT... in many ways (Part 135e)

Lobby traffic picked up after lunch including some new account business. It wasn’t enough that I had to bring Lillian back from her training. I checked up on just how many of the tool kits they had boxed and was pleased to see that they had made substantial progress. The goal was to have three boxes with 48 kits in each that would make up the gross that we were allowed to return. They’d been able to accomplish this without Karen having to climb under the stairs which made her happy. Looking at what was left I got the idea to pull all of them out rather than leave a whole group that would be subject to pilferage once we shut the new account/gift program down. When I told Karen it was one of those ‘You’ve got to be kidding’ looks that I got in return. However, she turned towards the remaining boxes and got on her hands and knees.

Even though she had been giving out unknown panty peeks by the way she often sat at the new account table, she was, like Fran, very conscious about modesty when she climbed the stairs, bent over and sat down. So when she got on her hands and knees she made a sweep of her hand over her backside to make sure nothing showed. There was no reason for me to stay so I went back to my desk. It wasn’t long before I got a call from the switchboard. It was Karen’s mother. Trish was away from her desk so I went over to get her. As I approached I could see she was lying on her side and stretching out to reach the boxes that had gotten up under the last step. She was, as expected, ‘protected’ with her skirt draped over her hip. I called in to her with the  message. When I did she tried to sit up, hitting her head. Then she made an effort to push her way back out. When she did her skirt didn’t move with her, staying put. As I watched I could see more and more flesh of her thigh showing culminating with the white of her panties. I don’t know if it was from the blow her head took or concern for what her mother wanted but as she continued to emerge I witnessed almost all of her panties on her right hand side. Then, when out from under the stairs she put her hand out for Fran to pull her up. For a few seconds it was an almost unobstructed crotch view. It surely made my day!

It wasn’t long after that when I saw the ‘parade’ of Trustees walking across the lobby. Some stopped to ask what was going on and I tried to explain. The result was confusion as a couple of them thought the new account/gift campaign was over. It took a few minutes to get them to understand and when the majority of them did they headed upstairs. Bret asked what was going on and I had to lie to him saying that I had no idea. When ‘Polak’ Joe arrived at the back door we both walked away wanting no part of one of his ‘inquisitions’. Of course I knew the meeting was about Joe and wanted to tell Bret about it so it was hard to stay quiet.

Karen had some sort of problem at home and asked to leave early. That left just Fran to man the new account tables for the last few minutes before the doors were closed. Without her friend, Lillian, she was clearly uncomfortable and I wondered how she’d handle being alone in the basement. It would only be a few days until I found out.

The special Board meeting only lasted about a half hour None of the Trustees wasted any time in getting out with the exception of ‘Polak’ Joe who I never saw come out of the elevator. What was also strange was that Hobie hadn’t returned to his desk. I couldn’t even imagine what was going on. I decided not to stay pretty much figuring Hobie would not be in a mood to discuss the situation. For some reason I had a feeling that there might be something interesting at home.

The kids were playing in the playhouse and Elle was on the screened in porch. I scared her when I opened the door because she’d dozed off. It took a few seconds for her to figure out where she was and what was happening and the first word I heard her utter was ”DAMN!“ Not the greeting I wanted, for sure. I asked what was wrong and she looked up at me and then said that I’d be happy. I had no idea what she was talking about and my face must’ve shown it. Then she almost spit out ”I’m wet... that’s what!“

She calmed down almost immediately and sort of explained. She hadn’t been playing much tennis because she’d felt guilty about the time she’d spent teaching over the last weeks of school and not giving the kids enough time. She’d vowed to wait until after the 4th of July to get back into it so she and Sandy had made an attempt to play that afternoon. However, the courts were filled when they arrived so they just sat and waited for a while. Then, when the courts were finally available they realized that it had been quite a while since either of them had visited a bathroom. There were none at the courts but decided to hit a few balls anyway. In telling me this I pretty much knew where she was going. Both were wearing ‘dribble panties’ but Elle was wearing a tennis dress. When she felt it get really warm between her legs she knew what was to come so headed for the grass along side the courts.

The last time the two had attempted to play the same thing had happened but to both of them. They’d ended up standing just off the courts and emptying their bladders and laughing about it as it happened. Elle said this time she was embarrassed as Sandy just stood there and watched the puddle grow between her feet. She told me that Sandy tried to make her feel better but didn’t offer to wet herself like the last time. Elle had left all three girls at Ginger’s to play with her girls and had to go pick them up. She’d promised Ginger to be back by 3pm and it was close to that time as they walked to their cars. The decision was to either go pick them up while still wet or to go home and change. She told me that if it had been anybody else other than Ginger she would’ve gone home. Now here’s where her story got interesting. At Ginger’s house she said she didn’t feel at all embarrassed and in fact got a bit of a thrill standing in front of her in wet panties. She said she didn’t linger long and on the way home felt a bit guilty for having felt that way. I just sat there, mesmerized by her telling me about it.

The reason for her ”DAMN!“ was that she’d showered and put on the clean clothes that she planned on wearing the next day. We sat there for a little while as she told me the ‘latest’ from Ginger. The school board had hired two new teaches to replace some of those who’d either retired or had quit. They were married (to each other) with the man being a high school history teacher and the woman a high school english teacher. The woman was supposedly a tennis player and from what Ginger’s husband (Jon, the milkman) had told her the Board was hoping that she’d start a tennis program at the school. But, there was more. The search firm the Board had hired had identified three candidates for the vacant principal’s position and the interviews were scheduled for the following week. It was all very interesting but at that time I was more interested in her wet bottom.

She looked at her watch and saw it was almost 6pm. Normally she was feeding, at least the kids, by then. As she stood up I got a look at her backside and I really liked what I saw. Not only was it wet but her panties were sticking out from the leg openings. My bulge was almost instantaneous. She saw it, shook her head but with a bit of a smile, and said something along the lines of "I suppose you want a picture?"
                                                 

Note the "Fancy Panties"

                                              

To be continued...