CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139v)
It turned out
that I didn’t have to do anything. Because the lawn was littered with
small branches and twigs as a result of the thunder storm Elle didn’t
want the Kids out playing on the lawn. She got board games out for them
to play and sent me out to pick up the litter in the yard. I
couldn’t have planned it better. Armed with a rake I set out out to
clean it up and, of course, started out back by the wash lines.
I’d pretty much expected to see double backed cotton panties but was a
bit surprised by the number of them. I knew they belonged to Barbara
because I’d had a few panty peeks that confirmed it. There were six pair
and it compared to only three pastel nylon panties that had to belong
to her sister. I’d previously had the thought that Barbara had a similar
problem to Elle’s and this discovery seemed to add to that theory.
Based upon other family underwear on the line it seemed like it was
three days worth. I was intrigued.
On the way to work Friday morning I wondered
how Joanie would act following the incident with her wash the day
before. I saw her chatting with Laura when I walked in which, in itself,
wasn’t unusual because they’d become good friends. What was strange was that after seeing me looking at them they
both looked down in a guilty sort of way. I made note of it but didn’t
pursue it at that time. I kept an eye on Joanie when she came over to her
desk and noted that she wouldn’t look over at me. After a while I
needed her to type a letter and called her over. I decided to
call her out on what I’d observed and asked why she and Laura acted so
guilty when I saw them talking to each other. I could see the color
rising in her cheeks and watched her eyes turn down towards the floor.
When she didn’t answer I ‘pushed’ a little harder and told her that it
looked like they were talking about me. I was looking right at her and
saw the rose color in her cheeks turn even brighter. That was when I
told her that her silence was an admission of guilt. That got her to
look up at me and finally speak. With sort of an apologetic look she
admitted that she'd told Laura about me seeing her underwear. I
didn’t hesitate in asking why she’d done that. She sort of shrugged her
shoulders and looked back at the floor. I waited for a few seconds
before speaking again. I’d been fortunate that Bret was tied up with a
customer at a teller window so our little ’session’ was pretty much
private. I was sort of annoyed with her and when I spoke there was a bit
of a 'bite to the tone of my voice. In looking back on it as I write this I’ll admit I was on a
bit of a ‘soapbox’ too.
In general, I chastised her for making
such an issue over something that was really trivial. I reminded her
that I hadn’t gone out of my way to view her things and, in fact, she
had the chance to remove them from the line before I ever got to them. I
can’t remember the words I used but I might’ve even told her to “grow
up” or to “get over it”. I reminded her about her actions in trying to hide the items and how it only served to bring more attention to them. I have a tendency,
when worked up such as I was at that time, to go too far and I did when I
continued on. I can’t explain the motivation for it when I told her
that she needed to get some new underwear to go with her new clothes. I
can still picture the look on her face when she heard me utter those words and
I definitely remember her putting her hand to her mouth in shock.
If
she’d walked away at that moment I wouldn’t have blamed her... but she
didn’t. I immediately apologized, at least twice, and told her to sit
down. (She’d been standing next to my desk as this all took place) I
wanted to take her hand to somewhat comfort her but it wasn’t the place
to do such a thing. I also became concerned that if she was really
offended that she might say something to someone, possibly J J, and...
well, I didn’t know what would happen then. Having her sit seemed to
calm her a bit and I took a few deep breaths before trying to extract
myself from the very sticky situation.
I started in by saying
that I realized I was way out of line. However, she interrupted me and
said that I’d been right in that she’d made an issue out of nothing.
That surprised me so I let her continue. She mentioned her mother and
how she’d been sickly for all of her high school years. Because she
couldn’t be like most mothers and involved in her life she’d been
“protective” of Joanie and had “warned” her of the “evil intentions” of
boys. I had to work hard at not smiling when hearing that. She
eventually agreed that my seeing her underwear wasn’t an “evil thing”
and that it had been caused by “circumstances“, not planned. By that
time she’d relaxed a lot and was now apologizing to me. I don’t know how
long I let that go on but ended it when I gave her the letter to type
and asked as she was getting up if we were ”still friends“. That got a
typical Joanie smile from her but before she got away I, with a big
smile on my face, told her that she still needed some new underwear. The
smile remained but she shook her finger as if to scold me. WHEW!
It
was my Friday to stay until 6pm when the doors were closed to the
public but I asked Bret to cover for me for the time it took to drive
Joanie to the hospital. She’d received word that her mother would be
coming home the next day and she was excited about that. I was back to
work before 5:30pm and thanked Bret for helping out. He had a guilty
look on his face and I had to ask why. He hesitated for a few seconds
and then proceeded to describe the panty peek he’d gotten when Joanie
was collecting her personal things from under Trish’s desk. I just
smiled back.
In the back of my mind was the conversation that
Joanie had admitted having with Laura when she’d told her of my seeing
her panties. (I’d never called them by that name when talking with
Joanie and I don’t remember why.) I called her over to my desk as she
was about to leave and gently asked her about the conversation telling
her that Joanie had admitted they had been talking about me. Of course Laura blushed. The two of them were still very young and not ‘worldly’ at
all. I wanted to know just what had been said and lied when I told her
that Joanie hadn’t gone into any detail. After a little ‘hemming and hawing’
she said Joanie told her that I’d seen some of her underwear and that
she’d been very embarrassed. I hesitated and then, looking her right in the
eye, asked if she, Laura, had been embarrassed back when I’d seen hers. It
took a few seconds but then she broke out a broad grin and headed for
the door.
To be continued...
Friday, January 29, 2016
Tuesday, January 26, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139u)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139u)
Actually, I was just about to laugh and had to really restrain myself from doing so. I was able to get some words out but it was awkward. I asked why she was so distraught. She just stood there shaking her head. I apologized again but as I did I couldn’t restrain myself from laughing a bit. That brought forth a mumbled response. I heard it as “Why are you laughing at me?” I can remember the scene as if it were yesterday with her standing by the counter and I by the the table with the wash basket on it. I tried to couch my words so as to make light of the situation and not further embarrass her. The exact words are long gone but they were along the lines of asking why she’d hidden her things (panties and bras) in the kitchen drawer as I’d already seen them. I went on and told her that whatever embarrassment she’d experienced when she discovered that I’d seen the items should be gone. She eventually mumbled that she didn’t know why which led me to suggest she take the items out so that they could be laid out to dry along with the rest of the wash. The look she gave me was one of disbelief and I immediately was sorry that I’d taken that position. In thinking about it now I realize that what I’d done was the same thing I’d done with my daughters when I caught them doing something silly... I was treating her like one of them.
I’m sure the reason she did take them out was that she looked at me as her boss and was responding to an order. However, she had them crumpled up in her hand and proceeded to walk out to the living room walking as far from the doorway to the kitchen as she could. In a few seconds she was back to get the laundry basket. I offered to help but she insisted that she do it alone. As was the case with so many Summer storms, the sky quickly cleared and the sun made an attempt to come back out. It was still raining lightly when we made our way to my car. Backing out of the driveway I could see the faint makings of a rainbow. I hoped that it was a sign that things would still be OK between us.
Upon our return J J stopped by my desk to tell me the school board had agreed to hold another open meeting to answer questions. However, it was coming with strings attached. He told me that they would only take ten questions and that they had to be posed by Pat as she was the head of the PTA. As soon as he told me I pretty much knew this was the Board’s way of getting back at Pat for organizing the rally. When I mentioned it to J J, he agreed. This was the first conversation I’d had with him since Joanie had moved down stairs. I fully expected a ‘zinger’ or two about that but the talk was straight and to the point. As he walked away and passed by her desk I heard him say he was looking forward to her return. Almost immediately she turned and looked at me. It seemed pretty obvious that she wasn’t looking forward to that.
I decided not to linger at work and headed home shortly after 5pm. I’d not seen any obvious remnants from the storm in driving from Joanie’s house to the bank. But, on my way home, there were many small branches down along the side of the road and on the lawns that lined it. Turning down the road to my house I saw a large limb partially blocking it. I could see my house from there and wondered if there had been any damage to it. As I turned in the driveway it came to me that if there was that Elle would’ve called again. I breathed a bit easier with that thought.
The two older girls came running down the path to greet me with one of them announcing, proudly, that she hadn’t cried when the “thunder boomers” came. I laughed and rationalized that was the result of the storm passing in daylight. The last thunder storm that had hit at night found all three of the kids in bed with Elle and I accompanied with much wailing. Walking up to the door I saw a pile of clothes on the picnic table that we kept on the patio. Elle was right inside the screen door so I asked what was up with that. She made a face and said they belonged next door. She went on to tell me that with Summer almost over she’d taken the kids over to visit with my mother and to have lunch there. Phyllis (the haughty neighbor) had asked if she could use our wash line (again) and Elle told her it was OK. When Elle and the kids got home it was just after the storm had started. With the high winds she found their wash scattering all over the lawn and out into the farm. The thunder and lightning was too much so she headed for the house and just left the clothes where they lay. When the rain stopped she and the girls set out to retrieve it and just piled it on the table. She added that there was no way that she was going to go out and rehang it. Of course you know where my mind went with that news.
The weather front that had pushed through with the storm had cooled the air down quite a bit and made the evening quite comfortable. With me home early, Elle came up with the idea of having me cook hamburgers on the hibachi and then eating on the screened in porch. I immediately changed clothes and started the fire. In passing, I asked where the neighbors were since it was now getting close to 6pm. Elle just shrugged and added that she hoped they wouldn’t arrive while we were eating. Waiting for the charcoal to get heated up is sort of a mindless activity so I sat there trying to come up with an idea of how to peruse the pile of wet clothes on the picnic table.
Nothing came to mind before we ate but just as we were finishing up there appeared Mo, the neighbor’s oldest daughter. Elle explained what had happened and added that she thought they had gathered everything from out in the farm. The girl thanked Elle and the kids, who had made sure they let her know they had helped. Then she disappeared. Moments later Phyllis appeared and, for the first time, came across in a fairly civil manner. Not only that but she had a chocolate cake in her hands. In my case, I’ve never seen anything made with chocolate that I wouldn’t eat... and in this case I was willing to eat if even if it had come from Phyllis. We thanked her and as she was leaving she reverted to her normal ‘I’m the only one who matters’ self and announced that she was going to rehang the clothes on our wash line. Elle never said a word and I just sat there eyeing the cake.
Even though I never got to visit the pile of wash, having it rehung was better. I knew I could come up with a good reason to be out in the back yard later where I’d get a good view of the panties. As I’ve previously written, it never mattered to me even if I’d seen them before.
To be continued...
Actually, I was just about to laugh and had to really restrain myself from doing so. I was able to get some words out but it was awkward. I asked why she was so distraught. She just stood there shaking her head. I apologized again but as I did I couldn’t restrain myself from laughing a bit. That brought forth a mumbled response. I heard it as “Why are you laughing at me?” I can remember the scene as if it were yesterday with her standing by the counter and I by the the table with the wash basket on it. I tried to couch my words so as to make light of the situation and not further embarrass her. The exact words are long gone but they were along the lines of asking why she’d hidden her things (panties and bras) in the kitchen drawer as I’d already seen them. I went on and told her that whatever embarrassment she’d experienced when she discovered that I’d seen the items should be gone. She eventually mumbled that she didn’t know why which led me to suggest she take the items out so that they could be laid out to dry along with the rest of the wash. The look she gave me was one of disbelief and I immediately was sorry that I’d taken that position. In thinking about it now I realize that what I’d done was the same thing I’d done with my daughters when I caught them doing something silly... I was treating her like one of them.
I’m sure the reason she did take them out was that she looked at me as her boss and was responding to an order. However, she had them crumpled up in her hand and proceeded to walk out to the living room walking as far from the doorway to the kitchen as she could. In a few seconds she was back to get the laundry basket. I offered to help but she insisted that she do it alone. As was the case with so many Summer storms, the sky quickly cleared and the sun made an attempt to come back out. It was still raining lightly when we made our way to my car. Backing out of the driveway I could see the faint makings of a rainbow. I hoped that it was a sign that things would still be OK between us.
Upon our return J J stopped by my desk to tell me the school board had agreed to hold another open meeting to answer questions. However, it was coming with strings attached. He told me that they would only take ten questions and that they had to be posed by Pat as she was the head of the PTA. As soon as he told me I pretty much knew this was the Board’s way of getting back at Pat for organizing the rally. When I mentioned it to J J, he agreed. This was the first conversation I’d had with him since Joanie had moved down stairs. I fully expected a ‘zinger’ or two about that but the talk was straight and to the point. As he walked away and passed by her desk I heard him say he was looking forward to her return. Almost immediately she turned and looked at me. It seemed pretty obvious that she wasn’t looking forward to that.
I decided not to linger at work and headed home shortly after 5pm. I’d not seen any obvious remnants from the storm in driving from Joanie’s house to the bank. But, on my way home, there were many small branches down along the side of the road and on the lawns that lined it. Turning down the road to my house I saw a large limb partially blocking it. I could see my house from there and wondered if there had been any damage to it. As I turned in the driveway it came to me that if there was that Elle would’ve called again. I breathed a bit easier with that thought.
The two older girls came running down the path to greet me with one of them announcing, proudly, that she hadn’t cried when the “thunder boomers” came. I laughed and rationalized that was the result of the storm passing in daylight. The last thunder storm that had hit at night found all three of the kids in bed with Elle and I accompanied with much wailing. Walking up to the door I saw a pile of clothes on the picnic table that we kept on the patio. Elle was right inside the screen door so I asked what was up with that. She made a face and said they belonged next door. She went on to tell me that with Summer almost over she’d taken the kids over to visit with my mother and to have lunch there. Phyllis (the haughty neighbor) had asked if she could use our wash line (again) and Elle told her it was OK. When Elle and the kids got home it was just after the storm had started. With the high winds she found their wash scattering all over the lawn and out into the farm. The thunder and lightning was too much so she headed for the house and just left the clothes where they lay. When the rain stopped she and the girls set out to retrieve it and just piled it on the table. She added that there was no way that she was going to go out and rehang it. Of course you know where my mind went with that news.
The weather front that had pushed through with the storm had cooled the air down quite a bit and made the evening quite comfortable. With me home early, Elle came up with the idea of having me cook hamburgers on the hibachi and then eating on the screened in porch. I immediately changed clothes and started the fire. In passing, I asked where the neighbors were since it was now getting close to 6pm. Elle just shrugged and added that she hoped they wouldn’t arrive while we were eating. Waiting for the charcoal to get heated up is sort of a mindless activity so I sat there trying to come up with an idea of how to peruse the pile of wet clothes on the picnic table.
Nothing came to mind before we ate but just as we were finishing up there appeared Mo, the neighbor’s oldest daughter. Elle explained what had happened and added that she thought they had gathered everything from out in the farm. The girl thanked Elle and the kids, who had made sure they let her know they had helped. Then she disappeared. Moments later Phyllis appeared and, for the first time, came across in a fairly civil manner. Not only that but she had a chocolate cake in her hands. In my case, I’ve never seen anything made with chocolate that I wouldn’t eat... and in this case I was willing to eat if even if it had come from Phyllis. We thanked her and as she was leaving she reverted to her normal ‘I’m the only one who matters’ self and announced that she was going to rehang the clothes on our wash line. Elle never said a word and I just sat there eyeing the cake.
Even though I never got to visit the pile of wash, having it rehung was better. I knew I could come up with a good reason to be out in the back yard later where I’d get a good view of the panties. As I’ve previously written, it never mattered to me even if I’d seen them before.
To be continued...
Sunday, January 24, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139t)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139t)
When I opened the envelope I found a card with a big “THANK YOU!” printed on the face. Inside was a short note which basically said she’d been hired and was to start the first week in December. Under her name she had written “I owe you... big time!”. I was glad to get the news of her working it out with the other bank. It took one thing off my mind but I didn’t know what to make of her added note though.
August was the slowest month of the year as far as lobby traffic, especially towards the end of it. People were taking advantage of the last days of Summer and coming in to town wasn’t a high priority. Hank, the messenger custodian, had been after me for a few days about a problem he was having with non customers parking in our lot. I finally agreed to go take a look with him. His main complaint was a big white Cadillac convertible that was in the last spot before the exit. He pointed out that the car was out into the flow of cars exiting the lot and it created a log-jam. He added that it was there a couple of times a week. I was pretty sure I knew who the owner was... the wife of the owner of the local radio station. Standing there looking at it I knew there wasn’t going to be an easy solution. The bank did a fair amount of advertising with the station at a very favorable rate. However, the woman herself was, to put it mildly, difficult. The parking lot was for depositors while doing business in the bank and, in her case, she nor her husband even maintained accounts with us. While we were discussing the situation I could see the sky darkening off to the East. It was the sign of an impending thunderstorm. I told Hank that I’d try to come up with a solution to the car problem as we walked back into the bank.
Joanie had a message for me when I got back to my desk. Elle had called to say there was violent thunder storm headed West towards the bank. At first I thought it strange that she’d call with that sort of news but then came to the conclusion that it must be bad for her to have done it. Hank was still in the lobby so I flagged him down and told him to pass the word to J J and Bert upstairs to let people know that they should make sure their car windows were shut. Bret and I got the word out the people on the first floor. When Joanie heard it her face quickly turned very serious. I asked what was wrong especially knowing she didn’t have a car. She looked up at me and said she had wash out on the line and most of her windows were open. I stood there for a few seconds and then decided that I’d offer to drive her home. It was only five or six minutes away.
By the time we got to my car there was no more sun and I could feel the cool gusts of wind that usually preceded this type of storm. The first raindrops appeared on the windshield as I made the turn into her driveway. I pulled all the way back and up to the garage. As soon as the car stopped Joanie exited and ran to the back porch. From where I was I could see clothes on the wash line blowing wildly right above me. I got out and could readily see that at 6“ 1” I could reach the line so started popping clothes pins and sweeping the things right in front of me into my other arm. I honestly never gave a thought to scanning what was on the line as we pulled in. But, after I’d gotten some things off I looked over to the porch and Joanie. It was a pulley type clothes line and she'd managed to get a towel wrapped into the wheel of the pulley and jammed the whole thing. I ran up onto the porch and dropped the clothes I’d removed from the line into the wash basket by her feet. A hard yank and the pulley was free but by now it was really starting to rain. There was only a few items left on the line so I told her I’d take care of them and suggested she go close the windows in the house. I made a couple of pulls on the line and quickly had all but a few items in the crook of my arm. I dropped them into the basket and turned to get the last of the wash and realized I was looking at three panties and two bras. I recognized one. a light blue pair, as being part of a set. There was an embroidered word on the front... Wednesday and those days of the week panties had been very popular for a while. I also knew they were cheaply made as I’d seen and handled some in the past.
I had no idea where Joanie was located inside the house but took a chance anyway. I swept the last items into my hand and carefully laid them out on the top of the pile of clothes trying to inspect them as best I could. As I did I could see that another pair was in poor shape with the front panel starting to detach from the crotch and the waist elastic seemed stretched out. Even though there was a porch roof over my head the wind was whipping the rain so hard that it was getting to me and the clothes in wash basket. I picked it up and went inside hoping to be able to continue my ‘inspection’. The kitchen was small but had a table so I put the basket on it. Before I could get back to the panties Joanie was there in the doorway. She took a few steps towards me and the table when I heard her utter a sound indicating being shocked... “Unhhh”. The look on her face confirmed it. She was staring at the panties on the top of the pile of clothes. After a few seconds she looked at me and I could see her face was flushed.
For those of you have endured this saga for a while know that I’ve never understood the reasoning behind the convoluted female way of thinking when it comes to undergarments. In my mind, what difference does it make weather a piece of cloth is called an undergarment (pantie or bra) or a bathing suit. There is one layer of cloth covering the ‘sensitive’ areas of the female torso in both cases. A male knows just what lies underneath regardless of what it is called. In any case...
Joanie wasn’t a candidate for that argument right at that time so I made a weak attempt to address her embarrassment. I apologized but didn’t really know why. She just stood there with a funny look on her face. I don’t know or remember why but at that point I said something about having three daughters. It made no sense but it made her smile a bit. That was good enough to take some pressure off me. At that point I suggested that we get back to the bank.
By then the wind was really blowing and the rain was coming down in sheets. When Joanie opened the door we could immediately feel the rain. I made the decision that work could wait. My experience with these kind of storms was that they quickly passed. It was just about 3pm so I called Bret to let him know. Then I suggested to Joanie that it would be a good idea to spread all the clothes out because it was raining when we were taking them down. I couldn’t help but see Joanie look right at the panties and then hesitate. I smiled. She then took them off and put them in a drawer. I continued to smile... and she saw it. When she started to blush again I had to speak up.
To be continued...
When I opened the envelope I found a card with a big “THANK YOU!” printed on the face. Inside was a short note which basically said she’d been hired and was to start the first week in December. Under her name she had written “I owe you... big time!”. I was glad to get the news of her working it out with the other bank. It took one thing off my mind but I didn’t know what to make of her added note though.
August was the slowest month of the year as far as lobby traffic, especially towards the end of it. People were taking advantage of the last days of Summer and coming in to town wasn’t a high priority. Hank, the messenger custodian, had been after me for a few days about a problem he was having with non customers parking in our lot. I finally agreed to go take a look with him. His main complaint was a big white Cadillac convertible that was in the last spot before the exit. He pointed out that the car was out into the flow of cars exiting the lot and it created a log-jam. He added that it was there a couple of times a week. I was pretty sure I knew who the owner was... the wife of the owner of the local radio station. Standing there looking at it I knew there wasn’t going to be an easy solution. The bank did a fair amount of advertising with the station at a very favorable rate. However, the woman herself was, to put it mildly, difficult. The parking lot was for depositors while doing business in the bank and, in her case, she nor her husband even maintained accounts with us. While we were discussing the situation I could see the sky darkening off to the East. It was the sign of an impending thunderstorm. I told Hank that I’d try to come up with a solution to the car problem as we walked back into the bank.
Joanie had a message for me when I got back to my desk. Elle had called to say there was violent thunder storm headed West towards the bank. At first I thought it strange that she’d call with that sort of news but then came to the conclusion that it must be bad for her to have done it. Hank was still in the lobby so I flagged him down and told him to pass the word to J J and Bert upstairs to let people know that they should make sure their car windows were shut. Bret and I got the word out the people on the first floor. When Joanie heard it her face quickly turned very serious. I asked what was wrong especially knowing she didn’t have a car. She looked up at me and said she had wash out on the line and most of her windows were open. I stood there for a few seconds and then decided that I’d offer to drive her home. It was only five or six minutes away.
By the time we got to my car there was no more sun and I could feel the cool gusts of wind that usually preceded this type of storm. The first raindrops appeared on the windshield as I made the turn into her driveway. I pulled all the way back and up to the garage. As soon as the car stopped Joanie exited and ran to the back porch. From where I was I could see clothes on the wash line blowing wildly right above me. I got out and could readily see that at 6“ 1” I could reach the line so started popping clothes pins and sweeping the things right in front of me into my other arm. I honestly never gave a thought to scanning what was on the line as we pulled in. But, after I’d gotten some things off I looked over to the porch and Joanie. It was a pulley type clothes line and she'd managed to get a towel wrapped into the wheel of the pulley and jammed the whole thing. I ran up onto the porch and dropped the clothes I’d removed from the line into the wash basket by her feet. A hard yank and the pulley was free but by now it was really starting to rain. There was only a few items left on the line so I told her I’d take care of them and suggested she go close the windows in the house. I made a couple of pulls on the line and quickly had all but a few items in the crook of my arm. I dropped them into the basket and turned to get the last of the wash and realized I was looking at three panties and two bras. I recognized one. a light blue pair, as being part of a set. There was an embroidered word on the front... Wednesday and those days of the week panties had been very popular for a while. I also knew they were cheaply made as I’d seen and handled some in the past.
I had no idea where Joanie was located inside the house but took a chance anyway. I swept the last items into my hand and carefully laid them out on the top of the pile of clothes trying to inspect them as best I could. As I did I could see that another pair was in poor shape with the front panel starting to detach from the crotch and the waist elastic seemed stretched out. Even though there was a porch roof over my head the wind was whipping the rain so hard that it was getting to me and the clothes in wash basket. I picked it up and went inside hoping to be able to continue my ‘inspection’. The kitchen was small but had a table so I put the basket on it. Before I could get back to the panties Joanie was there in the doorway. She took a few steps towards me and the table when I heard her utter a sound indicating being shocked... “Unhhh”. The look on her face confirmed it. She was staring at the panties on the top of the pile of clothes. After a few seconds she looked at me and I could see her face was flushed.
For those of you have endured this saga for a while know that I’ve never understood the reasoning behind the convoluted female way of thinking when it comes to undergarments. In my mind, what difference does it make weather a piece of cloth is called an undergarment (pantie or bra) or a bathing suit. There is one layer of cloth covering the ‘sensitive’ areas of the female torso in both cases. A male knows just what lies underneath regardless of what it is called. In any case...
Joanie wasn’t a candidate for that argument right at that time so I made a weak attempt to address her embarrassment. I apologized but didn’t really know why. She just stood there with a funny look on her face. I don’t know or remember why but at that point I said something about having three daughters. It made no sense but it made her smile a bit. That was good enough to take some pressure off me. At that point I suggested that we get back to the bank.
By then the wind was really blowing and the rain was coming down in sheets. When Joanie opened the door we could immediately feel the rain. I made the decision that work could wait. My experience with these kind of storms was that they quickly passed. It was just about 3pm so I called Bret to let him know. Then I suggested to Joanie that it would be a good idea to spread all the clothes out because it was raining when we were taking them down. I couldn’t help but see Joanie look right at the panties and then hesitate. I smiled. She then took them off and put them in a drawer. I continued to smile... and she saw it. When she started to blush again I had to speak up.
To be continued...
Friday, January 22, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139s)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139s)
Sleep that night didn’t come easily. My worry was that if word got out as to what I was doing (or had done) on behalf of Gina my days with the bank were over. That, and the fact that I had to do the minutes for the special meeting concerning the exterior branch design and I needed Joanie to do them. When I arrived at work in the morning one of my prime worries was solved as I saw Joanie standing by her desk. When she caught me up to date on the status of her mother I asked if there was anything that I or the bank could do to help her. As soon as I asked I was sorry I did as her smile turned to a frown. She said there really wasn’t but the frown concerned me so I pursued it. Reluctantly, she admitted that there was a problem but neither I nor the bank could help her with. I wished that Hobie had been there since he knew the family. Not wanting to pry I still I made one last thrust. The problem was her father.
Hobie had told me that he had a drinking problem so the answer wasn’t a real surprise. My first thought was it had to do with money so asked if money would help and she shook her head. She’d been avoiding looking me face to face but suddenly turned. In a sincere voice she asked if I could do her one big favor. It took me a few seconds to adapt to her sudden change of mind but, of course, I said “Yes.”.
It took a minute or so to get it out. Because of her father’s drinking he’d lost his driver’s license and she had no way to get to the hospital to see her mother after work. She asked if it would be possible for me to take her. That was a no brainer for me. It would take no more than 10 minutes to get there and ten to get back. I found it hard to believe that I had to extract that simple request out of her. With that settled it was time to get caught up with the work of the bank.
After lunch Gina stopped by my desk and slipped a piece of paper in my desk calendar and walked away. A quick perusal of it showed a time and date... 9am Thursday. I smiled and made a note to call the other bank as soon as I could. With the first step taken I was starting to feel good about my plan. I figured that if Gina stayed until Thanksgiving that I’d have enough time to get a new teller trained to replace her. In fact, I’d gone so far as to start thinking about moving Lillian, she of the mini skirt with panty peeks included, to the front line. Operationally, she’d not been a problem. If she was out of proof it was for a minimal amount and easily found. Even though she handled fewer customers at the drive up window she’d been readily accepted by the ‘regulars’ who used the window exclusively. I rationalized that it certainly was a possibility.
I was expecting Bret to quiz me about the situation so when he did I was prepared. We talked about his friend (Herman) at the other bank a bit and it was really funny, Bret told me that Herman was an aficionado of panty peeks like we were and told me that there was a ‘Lillian’ type at his bank. Bret told me that on some days when they spoke the first word out of his mouth would be a color... the color of her panties on that day. To satisfy Bret’s curiosity I told him that Gina’s reason for applying with Herman’s bank was to be nearer her home and daughter and it seemed that it was good enough for him. Right after Bret left for lunch I called the man and went over, in detail, her performance. I also told him that this whole process had be be kept secret. He responded that he’d co-operate and that he was anxious to talk with Gina in a this different light.
At 5pm Joanie was ready to leave. I wasn’t but did anyway with the idea of returning after leaving her off at the hospital. The hospital was due North of the bank, about a mile North on one of the keys streets in the town. It was an easy run... three traffic lights and a round-about. But, we’d gone through two of the lights when Joanie spoke up and asked if I could stop at her house as she wanted to get something for her mother. She lived but two streets to the West of the one we were on so it wasn’t a big detour. On the day when I’d taken Joanie home after buying her the new clothes I’d only gone to the corner and hadn’t really seen the house. It was a bit of a shock. The houses were all small and on narrow plots with just enough room for a driveway to get to a one car garage. Most of the houses looked neat and tidy but when I turned into Joanie’s it was obvious that the house hadn’t been painted in years. There were three trash cans in front of the garage door and various types of debris lying along side of it. The driveway was on the right side of the house as we drove in. Like so many houses back in those days, the wash line was on a pulley that ran from a small back porch out to the corner of the garage. There were a couple of towels blowing in the wind as Joanie ran under the line to the back door. She was back in quick time and we were off again. To make conversation I asked what her father did for a living. I remember looking over at her and seeing her look down in her lap. In an almost inaudible voice I thought I heard her say was the night custodian/watchman at their church. I didn’t comment because I could sense she was ashamed of that fact. I didn’t want to have the conversation end on that note so I went on to ask if he was her mother’s caregiver during the day and she didn’t really answer. Now I was really uncomfortable and the rest of the way to the hospital was quiet.
On Thursday, Gina arrived around 11am. Bret had been told she’d be late so that wasn’t a problem. Personally, I made a special effort not to go near her window but every so often I’d glance down to her work area hoping to see her looking my way. I’ll admit I was nervous, hoping that the interview had gone well. It was when she went to lunch that I finally made eye contact with her and got a big smile. It was so big I worried that someone (Bret?) might have seen it. Later, when I got back from lunch, I found an envelope stuck in my calendar.
To be continued...
Sleep that night didn’t come easily. My worry was that if word got out as to what I was doing (or had done) on behalf of Gina my days with the bank were over. That, and the fact that I had to do the minutes for the special meeting concerning the exterior branch design and I needed Joanie to do them. When I arrived at work in the morning one of my prime worries was solved as I saw Joanie standing by her desk. When she caught me up to date on the status of her mother I asked if there was anything that I or the bank could do to help her. As soon as I asked I was sorry I did as her smile turned to a frown. She said there really wasn’t but the frown concerned me so I pursued it. Reluctantly, she admitted that there was a problem but neither I nor the bank could help her with. I wished that Hobie had been there since he knew the family. Not wanting to pry I still I made one last thrust. The problem was her father.
Hobie had told me that he had a drinking problem so the answer wasn’t a real surprise. My first thought was it had to do with money so asked if money would help and she shook her head. She’d been avoiding looking me face to face but suddenly turned. In a sincere voice she asked if I could do her one big favor. It took me a few seconds to adapt to her sudden change of mind but, of course, I said “Yes.”.
It took a minute or so to get it out. Because of her father’s drinking he’d lost his driver’s license and she had no way to get to the hospital to see her mother after work. She asked if it would be possible for me to take her. That was a no brainer for me. It would take no more than 10 minutes to get there and ten to get back. I found it hard to believe that I had to extract that simple request out of her. With that settled it was time to get caught up with the work of the bank.
After lunch Gina stopped by my desk and slipped a piece of paper in my desk calendar and walked away. A quick perusal of it showed a time and date... 9am Thursday. I smiled and made a note to call the other bank as soon as I could. With the first step taken I was starting to feel good about my plan. I figured that if Gina stayed until Thanksgiving that I’d have enough time to get a new teller trained to replace her. In fact, I’d gone so far as to start thinking about moving Lillian, she of the mini skirt with panty peeks included, to the front line. Operationally, she’d not been a problem. If she was out of proof it was for a minimal amount and easily found. Even though she handled fewer customers at the drive up window she’d been readily accepted by the ‘regulars’ who used the window exclusively. I rationalized that it certainly was a possibility.
I was expecting Bret to quiz me about the situation so when he did I was prepared. We talked about his friend (Herman) at the other bank a bit and it was really funny, Bret told me that Herman was an aficionado of panty peeks like we were and told me that there was a ‘Lillian’ type at his bank. Bret told me that on some days when they spoke the first word out of his mouth would be a color... the color of her panties on that day. To satisfy Bret’s curiosity I told him that Gina’s reason for applying with Herman’s bank was to be nearer her home and daughter and it seemed that it was good enough for him. Right after Bret left for lunch I called the man and went over, in detail, her performance. I also told him that this whole process had be be kept secret. He responded that he’d co-operate and that he was anxious to talk with Gina in a this different light.
At 5pm Joanie was ready to leave. I wasn’t but did anyway with the idea of returning after leaving her off at the hospital. The hospital was due North of the bank, about a mile North on one of the keys streets in the town. It was an easy run... three traffic lights and a round-about. But, we’d gone through two of the lights when Joanie spoke up and asked if I could stop at her house as she wanted to get something for her mother. She lived but two streets to the West of the one we were on so it wasn’t a big detour. On the day when I’d taken Joanie home after buying her the new clothes I’d only gone to the corner and hadn’t really seen the house. It was a bit of a shock. The houses were all small and on narrow plots with just enough room for a driveway to get to a one car garage. Most of the houses looked neat and tidy but when I turned into Joanie’s it was obvious that the house hadn’t been painted in years. There were three trash cans in front of the garage door and various types of debris lying along side of it. The driveway was on the right side of the house as we drove in. Like so many houses back in those days, the wash line was on a pulley that ran from a small back porch out to the corner of the garage. There were a couple of towels blowing in the wind as Joanie ran under the line to the back door. She was back in quick time and we were off again. To make conversation I asked what her father did for a living. I remember looking over at her and seeing her look down in her lap. In an almost inaudible voice I thought I heard her say was the night custodian/watchman at their church. I didn’t comment because I could sense she was ashamed of that fact. I didn’t want to have the conversation end on that note so I went on to ask if he was her mother’s caregiver during the day and she didn’t really answer. Now I was really uncomfortable and the rest of the way to the hospital was quiet.
On Thursday, Gina arrived around 11am. Bret had been told she’d be late so that wasn’t a problem. Personally, I made a special effort not to go near her window but every so often I’d glance down to her work area hoping to see her looking my way. I’ll admit I was nervous, hoping that the interview had gone well. It was when she went to lunch that I finally made eye contact with her and got a big smile. It was so big I worried that someone (Bret?) might have seen it. Later, when I got back from lunch, I found an envelope stuck in my calendar.
To be continued...
Thursday, January 21, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139r)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139r)
With a lot on my mind I’d forgotten about the rally that Pat (the PTA lady) had called for at the school that night. I was late in getting home and when Elle pulled my supper out of the oven she chided me to hurry up as we needed to get to the school. I was still not focused and asked why. When she told me I felt about as stupid as a person could be, especially with having spent so much time on the whole school board exercise. She’d arranged for her mother to watch the girls so all I had to do was eat, change clothes and leave.
As I was getting into comfortable clothes I began to wonder just how Wally, the school board president, would take being confronted by a hoard of people. My own personal experience with the man told me that it wouldn’t go well. However, something needed to be done to get his attention. At Pat’s, on Saturday evening, I’d heard more than one person say that the presidency of the Board had gone to his head. I’d talked with Bob (who was on the Board) at the sailing club the day before and his ‘take’ on the situation was that the parents needed to take a stand and to voice their concerns. I tried to draw him out on how he felt about Wally as president and he refused to discuss it with me. Now, only time would tell.
We got to the school a little after 7pm. The front lawn, from the road to the steps of the school, was about 150 yards. About 100 yards of it was occupied by parents of the school children. At one PTA meeting we’d been told that the population of the school, from K through grade 12, was approximately 700 students and represented approximately 400 sets of parents. I couldn’t begin to estimate how many people were there but what was impressive was that so many were well ahead of the scheduled time. Elle knew far more of them than I did as she had been a substitute teacher in the district for over a year so it was far easier for her to strike up a conversation than it was for me. So, I just listened... and I got an earful.
At around 7:20pm, the ‘buzz’ of conversation was interrupted by a bull horn and the unmistakable sound of Pat’s sharp voice. She’d taken a position at the front doors of the school so as to be able to intercept Wally and the other Board members as they attempted to enter the building. However, her message was to ask if anyone had seen any of the board members. There was silence. 7:30pm came and went and still no sign of them. By then the people were yelling at Pat asking if she’d had the wrong date for the meeting. She held up the local newspaper and pointed to the public notice that had been printed. Now the ‘buzzing“ returned and it was more like the sound of angry bees.
I’m not sure of the time but someone managed to push their way up to Pat and whispered something to her. I was too far back on the lawn to really see her face but I did see her stamp her foot and turn to the people right in front of her and say something to them without using the bullhorn. The the crowd up front started pushing their way back towards the road. As they did Pat finally used the bull horn to announce that the Board had ”outsmarted“ them and were meeting at the lodge that Wally owned and ran just down the road towards the village.
I won’t call it a stampede but a fair number of the attendees headed for their cars. The couple that Elle and I were standing next to commented that it had been a good idea but they weren’t going to ”chase down the cowards“ and were headed home. Standing there and thinking about the situation I told Elle that we weren’t going either. I told her that it would be ”ugly“ since there was little to no parking in that part of the village where the lodge was located and that if people tried to park on the side the road there would be a major traffic disruption. The police in our township were fairly tolerant of singular indescretions but I was sure that if this got out of hand that their ‘tolerance’ level would be tested and that citations would probably be handed out. It wasn’t worth it to me so we headed home.
We could’ve gone to pick up our kids but Elle didn’t want to do it knowing how little her father got to see them. If it weren’t for Elle having her period it would afforded me a great opportunity for some 'wet play'. So, at home we decided to go out on our screened in porch. However, Elle did the next best thing... undressed down to her bra and panties. In a way it was a tease but it served to remind me that in two weeks I’d be on vacation and the older kids would be in school.
With a lot on my mind I’d forgotten about the rally that Pat (the PTA lady) had called for at the school that night. I was late in getting home and when Elle pulled my supper out of the oven she chided me to hurry up as we needed to get to the school. I was still not focused and asked why. When she told me I felt about as stupid as a person could be, especially with having spent so much time on the whole school board exercise. She’d arranged for her mother to watch the girls so all I had to do was eat, change clothes and leave.
As I was getting into comfortable clothes I began to wonder just how Wally, the school board president, would take being confronted by a hoard of people. My own personal experience with the man told me that it wouldn’t go well. However, something needed to be done to get his attention. At Pat’s, on Saturday evening, I’d heard more than one person say that the presidency of the Board had gone to his head. I’d talked with Bob (who was on the Board) at the sailing club the day before and his ‘take’ on the situation was that the parents needed to take a stand and to voice their concerns. I tried to draw him out on how he felt about Wally as president and he refused to discuss it with me. Now, only time would tell.
We got to the school a little after 7pm. The front lawn, from the road to the steps of the school, was about 150 yards. About 100 yards of it was occupied by parents of the school children. At one PTA meeting we’d been told that the population of the school, from K through grade 12, was approximately 700 students and represented approximately 400 sets of parents. I couldn’t begin to estimate how many people were there but what was impressive was that so many were well ahead of the scheduled time. Elle knew far more of them than I did as she had been a substitute teacher in the district for over a year so it was far easier for her to strike up a conversation than it was for me. So, I just listened... and I got an earful.
At around 7:20pm, the ‘buzz’ of conversation was interrupted by a bull horn and the unmistakable sound of Pat’s sharp voice. She’d taken a position at the front doors of the school so as to be able to intercept Wally and the other Board members as they attempted to enter the building. However, her message was to ask if anyone had seen any of the board members. There was silence. 7:30pm came and went and still no sign of them. By then the people were yelling at Pat asking if she’d had the wrong date for the meeting. She held up the local newspaper and pointed to the public notice that had been printed. Now the ‘buzzing“ returned and it was more like the sound of angry bees.
I’m not sure of the time but someone managed to push their way up to Pat and whispered something to her. I was too far back on the lawn to really see her face but I did see her stamp her foot and turn to the people right in front of her and say something to them without using the bullhorn. The the crowd up front started pushing their way back towards the road. As they did Pat finally used the bull horn to announce that the Board had ”outsmarted“ them and were meeting at the lodge that Wally owned and ran just down the road towards the village.
I won’t call it a stampede but a fair number of the attendees headed for their cars. The couple that Elle and I were standing next to commented that it had been a good idea but they weren’t going to ”chase down the cowards“ and were headed home. Standing there and thinking about the situation I told Elle that we weren’t going either. I told her that it would be ”ugly“ since there was little to no parking in that part of the village where the lodge was located and that if people tried to park on the side the road there would be a major traffic disruption. The police in our township were fairly tolerant of singular indescretions but I was sure that if this got out of hand that their ‘tolerance’ level would be tested and that citations would probably be handed out. It wasn’t worth it to me so we headed home.
We could’ve gone to pick up our kids but Elle didn’t want to do it knowing how little her father got to see them. If it weren’t for Elle having her period it would afforded me a great opportunity for some 'wet play'. So, at home we decided to go out on our screened in porch. However, Elle did the next best thing... undressed down to her bra and panties. In a way it was a tease but it served to remind me that in two weeks I’d be on vacation and the older kids would be in school.
Monday, January 18, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139q)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139q)
My reaction to the news wasn’t surprise or disappointment. I really don’t know how to describe it. I did ask Bret if the bank had hired her even though I was sure they hadn’t. The four County banks had an unwritten understanding that they wouldn’t hire any employee from another bank while still employed. I do remember standing there looking at Bret for a few seconds before asking if he minded me calling his friend to get some more information. He just shrugged his shoulders as I picked up Hobie's phone. I asked Bret for the number and dialed it while he stood there.
The man was just about to leave work when he answered. The main question I wanted him to answer was what had Gina told him was the reason for wanting to change employers. We exchanged greetings and I cut right to the point. He said she’d told him it was to be closer to her home as she had a daughter with health problems. Then, he asked me if it was true. When I said it was I asked him his impression of Gina. He responded that her experience was impressive but that they had no teller openings at the time. It was about that time that Bret was called to count the cash boxes and to lock the vault leaving me alone. As I write this I’m going to say that it was probably a guilty conscience that made me continue with the man. Without going into detail I told him that Gina was a prime candidate for a head teller’s position and that she was underutilized and underpaid as a teller. I went on to say that if they had need for a head teller that we (the bank) would give her the highest reccomendation. There was silence on the phone. I remember even asking if he was still there. Finally he spoke and half jokingly asked if we had a spy planted in his bank. I had no idea what he was talking about and told him so. He then asked if I had a few minutes more to spare. I said I did and proceeded to sit down in Hobie’s chair.
The story he told was that their long term head teller was retiring as of January 1st. The problem was that they had experienced a lot of turnover on the teller line in the past year and the longest tenured one had only ten month’s experience. He went on that because of that there was major concern about filling the position from within. As I listened to this my mind was racing 100 miles an hour. The position was perfect for Gina and I was trying to figure a way to be a facilitator in getting it to work. They weren’t going to need to fill the position for at least 3 months and I didn’t want to have Gina leave for a lesser position with another bank in the meantime. I spoke up to say that if he was the least bit interested that I could tell her and give her time to go back for another interview. Now it was his turn to ask a hard question... why would I do that? So... I aired some of our bank’s ‘dirty laundry’ telling him that she’d been passed over for promotion because the position had been filled by long time employee who had no experience but had achieved ‘favored’ status by senior management. I continued on by saying that I felt it was wrong but could do nothing to change the situation. After a brief pause he said that he’d like to talk with her again. I know I let out a big sigh when I heard that. I told him I’d be back in touch the next day. Now, I had to tell Gina.
I looked up to see the employees leaving and remember cursing. I wanted to get to Gina as soon as I could and now figured I’d have to wait until the next day... and until the end of it as well. To discuss something like this needed to be done in private. I decided to head to the back door anyway hoping against hope that I might see her as she crossed the street to the public parking lot. But, there was no sign of her. It was Hank, the messenger/custodian who manned the door, who asked who I was looking for. I told him it was Gina and he shook his head saying she hadn’t yet come by. When I turned to head back into the lobby I basically ran her over. I don’t remember exactly what I said because it was such a surprise to run into her like that. We sort of ‘danced’ a bit trying to untangle ourselves. She’d been in the ladies room changing her clothes and changed into shorts and a tank top. She’d pinned her hair back behind her ears and it was a completely different look for her.
Finally I spoke and asked if she had a moment. The look on her face said she didn’t but she answered ”Yes...“. From the time I’d talked with the man at the other bank until then I’d not had any time to figure out what I was going to say to her but I knew it had to be in private. There were still people leaving and Bret was at his desk working on a report I needed so I told her it was important and private so we couldn’t do it there. She asked where we should go and if it would be long. I’ve always been a pretty quick thinker so I suggested the bowling alley just down the road. Her facial expression quickly changed to one of ”You’ve got to be kidding...“. I continued that it was on her way home and it would give us privacy. It was obvious she wasn’t buying it so I emphasized the importance. By the time she agreed I’d become concerned with the fact that so many people had walked past us so told her to go on ahead and I’d be there in a few minutes. With a bit of a scowl on her brow she headed out the door.
It took about 10 minutes to get there. Gina was leaning beside her car, an ugly dark colored Dodge Dart. I pulled up along side and as I got out I looked out at the lake that was just behind the alleys. Back when I lived in the mobile home it was where Elle, the kids and I’d sometimes go for swimming. I knew the owner of the alleys from back when I was still racing the horses and he let us use his access to the water. Gina’s body language gave off the message that this better be good.
I went over everything I’ve just written with her and as I did I watched her facial expression change from doubt to utter surprise. I emphasized her need to get in touch with the man and to set up a real interview and that when she did I’d OK her absence. She, naturally, had questions and some couldn’t be answered right then and there. When I was about through she looked at me and asked why had I done this for her. It was a bit awkward for me but ended up telling her that I firmly believed that she deserved to have been given the chief clerk’s position and this was the best I could do to rectify the situation. It was about then that she realized just what an opportunity this was for her and the next thing I knew she had her arms wrapped around me for a hug. All I heard was ”Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!’ she she bounced up and down in front of me.
As we made ready to leave the parking lot I reminded her that there was a lot of time before it it would come to fruition and, most importantly, she was not to mention it to anybody in the bank. The smile across her face was compelling and when she said she promised I believed her.
To be continued...
My reaction to the news wasn’t surprise or disappointment. I really don’t know how to describe it. I did ask Bret if the bank had hired her even though I was sure they hadn’t. The four County banks had an unwritten understanding that they wouldn’t hire any employee from another bank while still employed. I do remember standing there looking at Bret for a few seconds before asking if he minded me calling his friend to get some more information. He just shrugged his shoulders as I picked up Hobie's phone. I asked Bret for the number and dialed it while he stood there.
The man was just about to leave work when he answered. The main question I wanted him to answer was what had Gina told him was the reason for wanting to change employers. We exchanged greetings and I cut right to the point. He said she’d told him it was to be closer to her home as she had a daughter with health problems. Then, he asked me if it was true. When I said it was I asked him his impression of Gina. He responded that her experience was impressive but that they had no teller openings at the time. It was about that time that Bret was called to count the cash boxes and to lock the vault leaving me alone. As I write this I’m going to say that it was probably a guilty conscience that made me continue with the man. Without going into detail I told him that Gina was a prime candidate for a head teller’s position and that she was underutilized and underpaid as a teller. I went on to say that if they had need for a head teller that we (the bank) would give her the highest reccomendation. There was silence on the phone. I remember even asking if he was still there. Finally he spoke and half jokingly asked if we had a spy planted in his bank. I had no idea what he was talking about and told him so. He then asked if I had a few minutes more to spare. I said I did and proceeded to sit down in Hobie’s chair.
The story he told was that their long term head teller was retiring as of January 1st. The problem was that they had experienced a lot of turnover on the teller line in the past year and the longest tenured one had only ten month’s experience. He went on that because of that there was major concern about filling the position from within. As I listened to this my mind was racing 100 miles an hour. The position was perfect for Gina and I was trying to figure a way to be a facilitator in getting it to work. They weren’t going to need to fill the position for at least 3 months and I didn’t want to have Gina leave for a lesser position with another bank in the meantime. I spoke up to say that if he was the least bit interested that I could tell her and give her time to go back for another interview. Now it was his turn to ask a hard question... why would I do that? So... I aired some of our bank’s ‘dirty laundry’ telling him that she’d been passed over for promotion because the position had been filled by long time employee who had no experience but had achieved ‘favored’ status by senior management. I continued on by saying that I felt it was wrong but could do nothing to change the situation. After a brief pause he said that he’d like to talk with her again. I know I let out a big sigh when I heard that. I told him I’d be back in touch the next day. Now, I had to tell Gina.
I looked up to see the employees leaving and remember cursing. I wanted to get to Gina as soon as I could and now figured I’d have to wait until the next day... and until the end of it as well. To discuss something like this needed to be done in private. I decided to head to the back door anyway hoping against hope that I might see her as she crossed the street to the public parking lot. But, there was no sign of her. It was Hank, the messenger/custodian who manned the door, who asked who I was looking for. I told him it was Gina and he shook his head saying she hadn’t yet come by. When I turned to head back into the lobby I basically ran her over. I don’t remember exactly what I said because it was such a surprise to run into her like that. We sort of ‘danced’ a bit trying to untangle ourselves. She’d been in the ladies room changing her clothes and changed into shorts and a tank top. She’d pinned her hair back behind her ears and it was a completely different look for her.
Finally I spoke and asked if she had a moment. The look on her face said she didn’t but she answered ”Yes...“. From the time I’d talked with the man at the other bank until then I’d not had any time to figure out what I was going to say to her but I knew it had to be in private. There were still people leaving and Bret was at his desk working on a report I needed so I told her it was important and private so we couldn’t do it there. She asked where we should go and if it would be long. I’ve always been a pretty quick thinker so I suggested the bowling alley just down the road. Her facial expression quickly changed to one of ”You’ve got to be kidding...“. I continued that it was on her way home and it would give us privacy. It was obvious she wasn’t buying it so I emphasized the importance. By the time she agreed I’d become concerned with the fact that so many people had walked past us so told her to go on ahead and I’d be there in a few minutes. With a bit of a scowl on her brow she headed out the door.
It took about 10 minutes to get there. Gina was leaning beside her car, an ugly dark colored Dodge Dart. I pulled up along side and as I got out I looked out at the lake that was just behind the alleys. Back when I lived in the mobile home it was where Elle, the kids and I’d sometimes go for swimming. I knew the owner of the alleys from back when I was still racing the horses and he let us use his access to the water. Gina’s body language gave off the message that this better be good.
I went over everything I’ve just written with her and as I did I watched her facial expression change from doubt to utter surprise. I emphasized her need to get in touch with the man and to set up a real interview and that when she did I’d OK her absence. She, naturally, had questions and some couldn’t be answered right then and there. When I was about through she looked at me and asked why had I done this for her. It was a bit awkward for me but ended up telling her that I firmly believed that she deserved to have been given the chief clerk’s position and this was the best I could do to rectify the situation. It was about then that she realized just what an opportunity this was for her and the next thing I knew she had her arms wrapped around me for a hug. All I heard was ”Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!’ she she bounced up and down in front of me.
As we made ready to leave the parking lot I reminded her that there was a lot of time before it it would come to fruition and, most importantly, she was not to mention it to anybody in the bank. The smile across her face was compelling and when she said she promised I believed her.
To be continued...
Friday, January 15, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139p)
CONTINUING... Surprises & changes...(Part 139p)
On the way to work Monday morning I’ll admit I was a bit concerned about the special Board of Trustees meeting that had been called that afternoon to chose the exterior design for the new branch office. Walking across the lobby on my way to my desk I saw Gina setting up her teller’s station. The staff had received word that the procedure on her daughter had gone well but I wanted to hear more about it. She was cordial and said that everything had gone according to plan and the doctors told her that the daughter shouldn’t have to undergo any further operations. However, her heart would have to be closely monitored until she reached adulthood. As I had when I talked to her just before the operation I offered any help that was needed but she said she was OK.
I started for my desk and as I approached I saw Bret pacing behind it. The look on his face told me that he had some kind of bad news. Joanie had called in to say that her mother, an invalid, had pneumonia and had just been taken to the hospital. I remember standing there and looking at the empty desk that she’d taken over while Trish was on vacation and realized that Bret and I were going to have added work that day. As I stared at the desk my eye caught a glimpse of Cara who had the first teller station and actually look right down at the desk. I immediately went up to her and asked if she’d be a ‘traffic cop’ for the day. Of course she didn’t know what I meant so explained that without Joanie there would be no one to answer questions when a customer would be directed to the ‘platform’ (where Hobie, Bret and I worked). She agreed which only left the phone as a problem. I had Bret call up to Netta, the switchboard operator, to have her try to ‘filter’ calls to the platform explaining that we were shorthanded.
In truth, the morning went fairly well with one exception. One of our least favorite customers decided they wanted their transaction to be handled ”by someone who knew what they were doing“ and just walked right through the gate and up to Bret’s desk. I can remember wondering if she weren’t related to Phyllis, my new neighbor. At lunchtime, Bert, the president, stopped by my desk on his way out and told me to go up to the Board room and lay out the three branch office renderings on the table. That way Board members could basically see them all at the same time. Bret was at lunch so I had to wait until he returned. I decided to do it before I went to lunch and as soon as Bret showed up I headed for the back stairs and for the Board room.
I’ve written about the area outside the Board room being like a vestibule and the fact that the rest room for the Board members also served as the second floor ladies room. In the past I’d been fortunate, a few times, to get a peek of a few of the older female employees as they were leaving the bathroom and trying to get themselves back together. On this day I got real lucky. It was Moira, the new lady that had been hired for the accounting department, who was trying to straighten herself out. Her back was to me and she had one hand up and under the back hem of her skirt giving me a nice peek at her beige panties. I’d seen Elle do it a time or two when trying to pull her blouse down. I certainly surprised her as she let out a little ‘yelp’. With that we were both embarrassed. I apologized and she sort of brushed it off. I’ll admit that right from the time I first interviewed her I’d wanted to get at least a VPL. This, for sure, was a whole lot better.
I was laying the drawings out on the table when Bert and his secretary, Lena, walked in.There had been a change in plans in that, based upon the motion that had been made at the full Board meeting, there was to be no discussion and the Board members were to just cast a vote for their choice. Lena had a handful of index cards that were to be used as ballots and I was instructed to had one to each member as they walked into the room. Lena also had a small wooden box with a slot in it. I saw the word ”Suggestions“ panted on the front. Out of curiosity I asked where it had come from. Bert laughed and said it had been part of the bank before it was modernized and taken down at that time. No one had used it in years so it wasn’t reinstalled. Now it had a use.
It was my intention to grab a bite to eat when I finished but when I returned to my desk Bret was waiting on a customer and there were two more waiting. I just couldn’t ignore them so stayed. By the time I was finished it was after 2pm and, much to my displeasure, I saw the first of the Trustees arriving for the special meeting. That meant no lunch for me.
By 3pm all but one of the Board members had arrived and were in the room perusing the drawings. The chairman of the branch subcommittee then explained the voting procedure and, to the surprise of the Trustees, were told there would be no discussion as per the motion passed by the Board at their last meeting. After some complaining, the secret ballots were cast. I was charged with counting them and the results confirmed the one that the branch committee had originally presented, eight to two. (Polak Joe was barred from voting due to his censure and one member was absent). My personal reaction to the result was one of disgust... not about the actual choice but the time that was wasted... and the fact that the Trustees had padded their fee income... again!
As soon as I returned to my desk Bret asked to meet with me in private. There was no private place with the present floor plan so I pointed to the space behind Hobie’s desk. It was the second time that day that he’d greeted me with a frown on his face. Quite a while back I posted how there was an association of ten banks that were located on the fringe areas of the city that the bank belonged to. Four of them were located in the County but were far enough apart (geographically) so as to not to be in competition with each other. In fact, the four banks worked together to ward off competition from commercial banks, savings and loan associations and credit unions. Bret had become good friends with a junior officer of the one of the banks and had received a call from him that afternoon. The call was to inform him that one of our employees had come in to apply for a job the previous week. Knowing the location of that bank and that Gina had been off for the whole week Bret didn’t have to tell me it was... Gina.
To be continued...
On the way to work Monday morning I’ll admit I was a bit concerned about the special Board of Trustees meeting that had been called that afternoon to chose the exterior design for the new branch office. Walking across the lobby on my way to my desk I saw Gina setting up her teller’s station. The staff had received word that the procedure on her daughter had gone well but I wanted to hear more about it. She was cordial and said that everything had gone according to plan and the doctors told her that the daughter shouldn’t have to undergo any further operations. However, her heart would have to be closely monitored until she reached adulthood. As I had when I talked to her just before the operation I offered any help that was needed but she said she was OK.
I started for my desk and as I approached I saw Bret pacing behind it. The look on his face told me that he had some kind of bad news. Joanie had called in to say that her mother, an invalid, had pneumonia and had just been taken to the hospital. I remember standing there and looking at the empty desk that she’d taken over while Trish was on vacation and realized that Bret and I were going to have added work that day. As I stared at the desk my eye caught a glimpse of Cara who had the first teller station and actually look right down at the desk. I immediately went up to her and asked if she’d be a ‘traffic cop’ for the day. Of course she didn’t know what I meant so explained that without Joanie there would be no one to answer questions when a customer would be directed to the ‘platform’ (where Hobie, Bret and I worked). She agreed which only left the phone as a problem. I had Bret call up to Netta, the switchboard operator, to have her try to ‘filter’ calls to the platform explaining that we were shorthanded.
In truth, the morning went fairly well with one exception. One of our least favorite customers decided they wanted their transaction to be handled ”by someone who knew what they were doing“ and just walked right through the gate and up to Bret’s desk. I can remember wondering if she weren’t related to Phyllis, my new neighbor. At lunchtime, Bert, the president, stopped by my desk on his way out and told me to go up to the Board room and lay out the three branch office renderings on the table. That way Board members could basically see them all at the same time. Bret was at lunch so I had to wait until he returned. I decided to do it before I went to lunch and as soon as Bret showed up I headed for the back stairs and for the Board room.
I’ve written about the area outside the Board room being like a vestibule and the fact that the rest room for the Board members also served as the second floor ladies room. In the past I’d been fortunate, a few times, to get a peek of a few of the older female employees as they were leaving the bathroom and trying to get themselves back together. On this day I got real lucky. It was Moira, the new lady that had been hired for the accounting department, who was trying to straighten herself out. Her back was to me and she had one hand up and under the back hem of her skirt giving me a nice peek at her beige panties. I’d seen Elle do it a time or two when trying to pull her blouse down. I certainly surprised her as she let out a little ‘yelp’. With that we were both embarrassed. I apologized and she sort of brushed it off. I’ll admit that right from the time I first interviewed her I’d wanted to get at least a VPL. This, for sure, was a whole lot better.
I was laying the drawings out on the table when Bert and his secretary, Lena, walked in.There had been a change in plans in that, based upon the motion that had been made at the full Board meeting, there was to be no discussion and the Board members were to just cast a vote for their choice. Lena had a handful of index cards that were to be used as ballots and I was instructed to had one to each member as they walked into the room. Lena also had a small wooden box with a slot in it. I saw the word ”Suggestions“ panted on the front. Out of curiosity I asked where it had come from. Bert laughed and said it had been part of the bank before it was modernized and taken down at that time. No one had used it in years so it wasn’t reinstalled. Now it had a use.
It was my intention to grab a bite to eat when I finished but when I returned to my desk Bret was waiting on a customer and there were two more waiting. I just couldn’t ignore them so stayed. By the time I was finished it was after 2pm and, much to my displeasure, I saw the first of the Trustees arriving for the special meeting. That meant no lunch for me.
By 3pm all but one of the Board members had arrived and were in the room perusing the drawings. The chairman of the branch subcommittee then explained the voting procedure and, to the surprise of the Trustees, were told there would be no discussion as per the motion passed by the Board at their last meeting. After some complaining, the secret ballots were cast. I was charged with counting them and the results confirmed the one that the branch committee had originally presented, eight to two. (Polak Joe was barred from voting due to his censure and one member was absent). My personal reaction to the result was one of disgust... not about the actual choice but the time that was wasted... and the fact that the Trustees had padded their fee income... again!
As soon as I returned to my desk Bret asked to meet with me in private. There was no private place with the present floor plan so I pointed to the space behind Hobie’s desk. It was the second time that day that he’d greeted me with a frown on his face. Quite a while back I posted how there was an association of ten banks that were located on the fringe areas of the city that the bank belonged to. Four of them were located in the County but were far enough apart (geographically) so as to not to be in competition with each other. In fact, the four banks worked together to ward off competition from commercial banks, savings and loan associations and credit unions. Bret had become good friends with a junior officer of the one of the banks and had received a call from him that afternoon. The call was to inform him that one of our employees had come in to apply for a job the previous week. Knowing the location of that bank and that Gina had been off for the whole week Bret didn’t have to tell me it was... Gina.
To be continued...
Thursday, January 14, 2016
An addendum to Part 139n...
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| The label for a Teen size 14 pantie. Note the right side of the seam is more opaque than the left side |
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| Again, the right side is more opaque than the left side due to the added backside panel. |
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| The teen size 14 panty. Note the large crotch. |
These pictures were supposed to be added to Part 139n. Due to a power failure at the complex where I live at the time I was trying to add them, they did not get transferred to that post. I'm not sure exactly what happened but decided to try once again. My idea was to graphically show the added panel of the Lollipop band leg cotton panties that belonged to the neighbor girl, Barbara. I’d never seen anything like them before and was quite ‘taken’ by them. When I mentioned them in an earlier post someone commented about them so I thought it might be nice to show pictures. These are NOT pictures of Barbara’s panties but these were purchased by me for my wife, Elle, at a later date. (BTW: She still fits in them and does wear them occasionally.)
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises and changes (Part 139o)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139o)
We’d been to Pat’s house for one of the parties that were held for the ‘group’ back when we were trying to get changes in the makeup of the Board of Education. It was a large house, especially when considering that it had been built in the mid 20’s. The people that built it had family lineage that went back to the 1600’s but the depression and WWII had changed their fortunes and the house had been neglected for many years when Pat and her husband bought it. I’d been told by the mortgage officer at the first bank that I worked for that Pat’s husband intended to only buy the farmland as an investment. But, when Pat saw the house, even in poor condition, convinced her husband to fix it up rather than tear it down and it was about half finished.
When we arrived I was surprised to see a lot of people already there. It was a Saturday night and there hadn't been much time to get the word out. Elle noted a number of teachers in the crowd so she went over to talk with them. Our older kids saw some of their classmates so that took care of them although Elle had to put up with Kaye hanging on her leg. I saw J J (from the bank) and his wife talking with a group of people that I didn’t recognize so went over to try and listen to what they had to say but all I heard was a rehash of rumors and conjecture. I hadn’t liked his wife right from the first time I'd met her so didn’t stay for long. It was well after 7pm and people were still showing up before we heard the sound of a megaphone and the not so dulcet tones of Pat’s voice.
The reason she’d called everybody together was to propose the idea of having an organized rally at the school on Tuesday right before the next Board of Education meeting to demand that they answer questions about all the changes. I remember a cheer going up and then watching quite a few people start to depart. Pat was still talking (yelling) into the megaphone when I found Elle and suggested that we stick around to avoid all the cars. Because of her period she wasn’t feeling all that well but agreed to stay. J J had found Bob, the Board member (and his wife Phyl) and was badgering him, looking for answers right then and there. I walked up to hear what Bob had to say. It was obvious that Phyl didn’t like the way J J was addressing her husband as she was yelling at him while he was ignoring her. That got J J’s wife into the fray and after a few seconds she swung at Phyl, knocking her down. J J’s wife was easily over 200 pounds and then she started kicking at her. That’s when both J J and Bob both attacked her, dragging her away. In the meantime Phyl was curled up in a defensive (fetal) position on the ground. It took me few seconds to take my eyes off Bob, J J and J J’s wife to look down at her and it sure got my attention. Wearing a short skirt, the hem was now up at her waist. In all the parties and time Elle and I’d spent with her over the past year I’d never gotten even a peek of her panties and there they were for me to behold. The light wasn’t the greatest but I thought they were yellow. My view was short lived as someone bent down to help her up. There was so much going on that I didn’t really get a chance for my lower extremities to react to what I’d seen.
J J pulled his wife off to the side while Bob tried to calm Phyl down There was nothing Elle and I could do so we rounded up the kids and headed home. On the way I got to wondering, as passionate as J J seemed to be about the situation, why he hadn’t come to talk to me about it at work on Friday. He’d been avoiding me since I ‘borrowed’ Joanie but he knew I had been part of the ‘group' that worked to get Bob elected. It didn’t make any sense.
Elle had her own thoughts and after we got home and had the kids in bed let me know she’d seen me staring at Phyl’s panties and didn’t appreciate it one bit. But what she focused on was J J’s wife. We’d been in agreement that she was definitely someone we didn’t want to associate with. But, in some of the conversations she’d been involved in over the past couple of days she’d learned that J J's wife was having her older girls join the Brownie troop our Jean and Anne were in. After what we’d witnessed earlier Elle was telling me that if it was so she’d pull our girls out to avoid having to deal with her. What could I say, feeling the way I did about the woman. I still, basically, liked J J which made it difficult.
Leaving church Sunday morning I saw Johnnie and Sandy drive by. I’d looked for them at Pat’s the night before but I hadn’t seen them. I was able to flag him down and asked if he’d heard anything from the school about him coaching. He said he still hadn’t but I could see from the look on his face that he wasn’t too hopeful. He said that he’d heard from more than one person that a teacher that had been hired was going to be the Varsity basketball coach and that he would be the one to select the JV coach. I tried to cheer him up and before her pulled away urged him to go to the sailing club that afternoon as there were only two more days for organized racing. He said he’d think about it. I happened to glance at Sandy and she sort of indicated that they’d be there.
Elle, with her period, elected to stay home which definitely didn’t make the kids happy. For me, not having her around gave me some freedom to have ‘wandering eyes’ and hopefully get to see something interesting. It certainly didn’t happen while getting the Sunfish rigged and ready to race. Johnnie and Sandy did show up but too late to make the start of the first race. As I pushed off from shore I saw them dragging their boat down to the water. Sailing out to the starting area I was hoping that I might get a little peek or VPL from Sandy later when I finished racing.
I was always fantasizing about getting peeks but in most cases that's what it turned out to be... a fantasy. When the races were over I was one of the first to reach shore. (I'd won the last race) I saw Sandy lying on a beach towel not far from the water's edge. Normally, I liked shorts that were form fitting because VPL’s were easy and somewhat plentiful to observe. But Sandy had taken to wearing loose fitting shorts because the ‘dribble’ panties were a bit bulky in the crotch area. When I walked up the beach to where she was lying I got a great view up the leg openings, half way to her waist. It didn’t matter that I pretty much knew what she was wearing but it was that I actually saw what she was wearing. It was something that I never got tired of.
To be continued...
We’d been to Pat’s house for one of the parties that were held for the ‘group’ back when we were trying to get changes in the makeup of the Board of Education. It was a large house, especially when considering that it had been built in the mid 20’s. The people that built it had family lineage that went back to the 1600’s but the depression and WWII had changed their fortunes and the house had been neglected for many years when Pat and her husband bought it. I’d been told by the mortgage officer at the first bank that I worked for that Pat’s husband intended to only buy the farmland as an investment. But, when Pat saw the house, even in poor condition, convinced her husband to fix it up rather than tear it down and it was about half finished.
When we arrived I was surprised to see a lot of people already there. It was a Saturday night and there hadn't been much time to get the word out. Elle noted a number of teachers in the crowd so she went over to talk with them. Our older kids saw some of their classmates so that took care of them although Elle had to put up with Kaye hanging on her leg. I saw J J (from the bank) and his wife talking with a group of people that I didn’t recognize so went over to try and listen to what they had to say but all I heard was a rehash of rumors and conjecture. I hadn’t liked his wife right from the first time I'd met her so didn’t stay for long. It was well after 7pm and people were still showing up before we heard the sound of a megaphone and the not so dulcet tones of Pat’s voice.
The reason she’d called everybody together was to propose the idea of having an organized rally at the school on Tuesday right before the next Board of Education meeting to demand that they answer questions about all the changes. I remember a cheer going up and then watching quite a few people start to depart. Pat was still talking (yelling) into the megaphone when I found Elle and suggested that we stick around to avoid all the cars. Because of her period she wasn’t feeling all that well but agreed to stay. J J had found Bob, the Board member (and his wife Phyl) and was badgering him, looking for answers right then and there. I walked up to hear what Bob had to say. It was obvious that Phyl didn’t like the way J J was addressing her husband as she was yelling at him while he was ignoring her. That got J J’s wife into the fray and after a few seconds she swung at Phyl, knocking her down. J J’s wife was easily over 200 pounds and then she started kicking at her. That’s when both J J and Bob both attacked her, dragging her away. In the meantime Phyl was curled up in a defensive (fetal) position on the ground. It took me few seconds to take my eyes off Bob, J J and J J’s wife to look down at her and it sure got my attention. Wearing a short skirt, the hem was now up at her waist. In all the parties and time Elle and I’d spent with her over the past year I’d never gotten even a peek of her panties and there they were for me to behold. The light wasn’t the greatest but I thought they were yellow. My view was short lived as someone bent down to help her up. There was so much going on that I didn’t really get a chance for my lower extremities to react to what I’d seen.
J J pulled his wife off to the side while Bob tried to calm Phyl down There was nothing Elle and I could do so we rounded up the kids and headed home. On the way I got to wondering, as passionate as J J seemed to be about the situation, why he hadn’t come to talk to me about it at work on Friday. He’d been avoiding me since I ‘borrowed’ Joanie but he knew I had been part of the ‘group' that worked to get Bob elected. It didn’t make any sense.
Elle had her own thoughts and after we got home and had the kids in bed let me know she’d seen me staring at Phyl’s panties and didn’t appreciate it one bit. But what she focused on was J J’s wife. We’d been in agreement that she was definitely someone we didn’t want to associate with. But, in some of the conversations she’d been involved in over the past couple of days she’d learned that J J's wife was having her older girls join the Brownie troop our Jean and Anne were in. After what we’d witnessed earlier Elle was telling me that if it was so she’d pull our girls out to avoid having to deal with her. What could I say, feeling the way I did about the woman. I still, basically, liked J J which made it difficult.
Leaving church Sunday morning I saw Johnnie and Sandy drive by. I’d looked for them at Pat’s the night before but I hadn’t seen them. I was able to flag him down and asked if he’d heard anything from the school about him coaching. He said he still hadn’t but I could see from the look on his face that he wasn’t too hopeful. He said that he’d heard from more than one person that a teacher that had been hired was going to be the Varsity basketball coach and that he would be the one to select the JV coach. I tried to cheer him up and before her pulled away urged him to go to the sailing club that afternoon as there were only two more days for organized racing. He said he’d think about it. I happened to glance at Sandy and she sort of indicated that they’d be there.
Elle, with her period, elected to stay home which definitely didn’t make the kids happy. For me, not having her around gave me some freedom to have ‘wandering eyes’ and hopefully get to see something interesting. It certainly didn’t happen while getting the Sunfish rigged and ready to race. Johnnie and Sandy did show up but too late to make the start of the first race. As I pushed off from shore I saw them dragging their boat down to the water. Sailing out to the starting area I was hoping that I might get a little peek or VPL from Sandy later when I finished racing.
I was always fantasizing about getting peeks but in most cases that's what it turned out to be... a fantasy. When the races were over I was one of the first to reach shore. (I'd won the last race) I saw Sandy lying on a beach towel not far from the water's edge. Normally, I liked shorts that were form fitting because VPL’s were easy and somewhat plentiful to observe. But Sandy had taken to wearing loose fitting shorts because the ‘dribble’ panties were a bit bulky in the crotch area. When I walked up the beach to where she was lying I got a great view up the leg openings, half way to her waist. It didn’t matter that I pretty much knew what she was wearing but it was that I actually saw what she was wearing. It was something that I never got tired of.
To be continued...
Monday, January 11, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139n)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139n)
Walking up to the kitchen door we saw a note stuck into the screen. It was from Pat (the PTA lady) encouraging us to come to her house at 7pm for an “informal PTA meeting”. What made the note different was there was a line at the bottom for us to bring the kids as it wasn’t a party. I asked Elle if she knew anything about it and all she could add was that when she’d gone grocery shopping a number of parents had gathered outside and were complaining about the lack of information at the open Board meeting on Thursday. With Pat as the head of the PTA Elle offered that it might have something to do with that.
If you’ve been reading this tome for any length of time you already know that I didn’t like Pat. BUT... since Phyllis had moved in next door she’d been replaced as my least favorite female. I was leery of going and told Elle I’d think about it but I told her it also might be a good idea to call some of the other members of the old “group” to see just what they knew. With two members of the “group” now the wives of Board members I figured she’d be able to get some good information.
I’d taken the garbage to the landfill and mowed the front yard before Elle took the neighbors clothes off the wash line. I kept my eyes on it because I wanted to have an unrestricted view of the panties when she took them inside. I’d already worked it out in my mind to wait until she started hanging our things out and then go inside and have a good look at them.
I waited until I could see her hanging sheets on the line before ducking inside. Elle had taken their clothes basket into the dining room for some reason and put it on the table but, that did give me some working room for my 'inspection'. I pretty much knew her routine for loading her wash basket and that was to have smaller items on top. Sure enough, there were socks on the very top followed by some bras.. I carefully removed both piles and there to behold were three separate piles of panties. One was obviously nylon... and they appeared to all be pastel colors with the exception of the one on top. I had to start with that pair and was excited to see they were the ‘froggy’ panties I seen on Barbara when we’d played tennis the night before. I looked for a label but there didn’t appear to be one. They seemed to be nylon but it seemed to be heavier than any nylon that I’d ever had my hands on. It was another ‘first’ for me.
The other two piles were both cotton band leg panties. I was sure that when I picked a pair up that they would be just like the ones that I’d seen and touched on the wash line right after the people had moved in next door. The label was right there in front of me... a 14 on the top with the words “Genuine Lollipop Brief’ followed by the Modern Globe diamond logo. Modern Globe sized their girls panties using an approximate age just as Carter's did. Holding them up to the front window it was clear to see the opaqueness caused by the double back panel. I’d thought about that a couple of times after first seeing it and just couldn’t fathom why they had done that but they had. I took a look to make sure Elle was still by the wash line and then returned to my investigation. I picked up another pair and found the same thing only on this pair the label was washed out a bit and the crotch had the same familiar staining that Elle’s ribbed cotton panties that she used at night had. I pulled another pair off the other pile and found the same staining. After check of a few more I became convinced that she (Barbara) had a similar problem to Elle’s. I also remember finding a few pair that weren’t stained and appeared to be new. There were a total of eight in the two piles. All in all, it was very interesting.
All of a sudden I heard voices in the kitchen. I’d let my mind become so occupied trying to come up with a reason for the second panel in the panties that I’d forgotten to check on where Elle was. There were a bunch of panties lying on the table and I knew there was no time to refold them and get them back into the wash basket. I just swept them off the table and onto the chair that was pulled under the table. I did get the socks and bras back on the top of the remaining panties before heading for the front door. It was open and I knew that was my only chance to escape. I pushed the screen door open but took one last look back and saw one pair had been hidden behind the basket. I made a swipe for them and went out into to the front yard. It was warm but the perspiration running down my face wasn’t from the heat. As I made my way around to the back yard I stuffed the single pair of panties I had in my hand into my pocket. I made it to the garage and the lawn mower before I heard Elle calling. The only thought I had was that she’d discovered the panties on the chair. When I walked into the kitchen she had a plate with some salad for me for lunch. I could hardly breathe. She asked what I’d been doing and I made up some story about fixing the cover for the window well. That was it. WHEW... again! When lunch was over the girls wanted Elle to cover the lawn swing with a sheet to keep the sun off of them. It was the perfect timing to allow me to fold and place the panties I'd left on the chair back in the wash basket. It only took a few minutes and then I went back to mowing the lawn.
At supper, it was Elle that pushed for going to Pat’s gathering. She'd talked with both Ginger and Phyl, wives of two Board of Education members, and they hadn't been very forthcoming in spite of their friendship. They claimed that they didn't know what Pat "had up her sleeve". What concerned Elle the most was the persistent rumor that some of the teachers who were still with the school were being reassigned to different grades. From her work as a substitute teacher Elle knew most of the teachers and had been pleased that Jean was due to have this one third grade teacher that she really liked... or was she? There was enough doubt in her mind that she wanted to find out what Pat had in mind.
To be continued...
Walking up to the kitchen door we saw a note stuck into the screen. It was from Pat (the PTA lady) encouraging us to come to her house at 7pm for an “informal PTA meeting”. What made the note different was there was a line at the bottom for us to bring the kids as it wasn’t a party. I asked Elle if she knew anything about it and all she could add was that when she’d gone grocery shopping a number of parents had gathered outside and were complaining about the lack of information at the open Board meeting on Thursday. With Pat as the head of the PTA Elle offered that it might have something to do with that.
If you’ve been reading this tome for any length of time you already know that I didn’t like Pat. BUT... since Phyllis had moved in next door she’d been replaced as my least favorite female. I was leery of going and told Elle I’d think about it but I told her it also might be a good idea to call some of the other members of the old “group” to see just what they knew. With two members of the “group” now the wives of Board members I figured she’d be able to get some good information.
I’d taken the garbage to the landfill and mowed the front yard before Elle took the neighbors clothes off the wash line. I kept my eyes on it because I wanted to have an unrestricted view of the panties when she took them inside. I’d already worked it out in my mind to wait until she started hanging our things out and then go inside and have a good look at them.
I waited until I could see her hanging sheets on the line before ducking inside. Elle had taken their clothes basket into the dining room for some reason and put it on the table but, that did give me some working room for my 'inspection'. I pretty much knew her routine for loading her wash basket and that was to have smaller items on top. Sure enough, there were socks on the very top followed by some bras.. I carefully removed both piles and there to behold were three separate piles of panties. One was obviously nylon... and they appeared to all be pastel colors with the exception of the one on top. I had to start with that pair and was excited to see they were the ‘froggy’ panties I seen on Barbara when we’d played tennis the night before. I looked for a label but there didn’t appear to be one. They seemed to be nylon but it seemed to be heavier than any nylon that I’d ever had my hands on. It was another ‘first’ for me.
The other two piles were both cotton band leg panties. I was sure that when I picked a pair up that they would be just like the ones that I’d seen and touched on the wash line right after the people had moved in next door. The label was right there in front of me... a 14 on the top with the words “Genuine Lollipop Brief’ followed by the Modern Globe diamond logo. Modern Globe sized their girls panties using an approximate age just as Carter's did. Holding them up to the front window it was clear to see the opaqueness caused by the double back panel. I’d thought about that a couple of times after first seeing it and just couldn’t fathom why they had done that but they had. I took a look to make sure Elle was still by the wash line and then returned to my investigation. I picked up another pair and found the same thing only on this pair the label was washed out a bit and the crotch had the same familiar staining that Elle’s ribbed cotton panties that she used at night had. I pulled another pair off the other pile and found the same staining. After check of a few more I became convinced that she (Barbara) had a similar problem to Elle’s. I also remember finding a few pair that weren’t stained and appeared to be new. There were a total of eight in the two piles. All in all, it was very interesting.
All of a sudden I heard voices in the kitchen. I’d let my mind become so occupied trying to come up with a reason for the second panel in the panties that I’d forgotten to check on where Elle was. There were a bunch of panties lying on the table and I knew there was no time to refold them and get them back into the wash basket. I just swept them off the table and onto the chair that was pulled under the table. I did get the socks and bras back on the top of the remaining panties before heading for the front door. It was open and I knew that was my only chance to escape. I pushed the screen door open but took one last look back and saw one pair had been hidden behind the basket. I made a swipe for them and went out into to the front yard. It was warm but the perspiration running down my face wasn’t from the heat. As I made my way around to the back yard I stuffed the single pair of panties I had in my hand into my pocket. I made it to the garage and the lawn mower before I heard Elle calling. The only thought I had was that she’d discovered the panties on the chair. When I walked into the kitchen she had a plate with some salad for me for lunch. I could hardly breathe. She asked what I’d been doing and I made up some story about fixing the cover for the window well. That was it. WHEW... again! When lunch was over the girls wanted Elle to cover the lawn swing with a sheet to keep the sun off of them. It was the perfect timing to allow me to fold and place the panties I'd left on the chair back in the wash basket. It only took a few minutes and then I went back to mowing the lawn.
At supper, it was Elle that pushed for going to Pat’s gathering. She'd talked with both Ginger and Phyl, wives of two Board of Education members, and they hadn't been very forthcoming in spite of their friendship. They claimed that they didn't know what Pat "had up her sleeve". What concerned Elle the most was the persistent rumor that some of the teachers who were still with the school were being reassigned to different grades. From her work as a substitute teacher Elle knew most of the teachers and had been pleased that Jean was due to have this one third grade teacher that she really liked... or was she? There was enough doubt in her mind that she wanted to find out what Pat had in mind.
To be continued...
Thursday, January 07, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139m)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139m)
My ‘view’ was for only a short while as someone on the court we were closest to called over that they were about to leave. I turned to look at who it was that was talking and by the time I turned back around Barbara was standing. My immediate thought was that with her wearing a dress I should be able to get more than a few ‘peeks’ while on the court.
Initially, Elle and I partnered up as did the sisters. After hitting a few balls it was clear that Barbara was the best player of the four of us. Mo, the sister, seemed to be at the same level as Elle. It was Barbara who suggested that she play as my partner and Mo with Elle. That was fine with me. I got my first real 'look’ when the first two balls I served up went into the net and Barbara went to fetch them. Bending at the waist I got a look at her rear end and a lot of pantie. Even though the hem of her dress was a bit longer than for most at that time, it didn’t matter as it lay across the middle of her rear end and I could see two crotch lines. The one on top wasn’t near as big as the one underneath and with the early evening sun shining on them it was clear that the top pair were nylon. Elle had a special pair of tennis panties that had lace around the legs that she wore over whatever panties she had on underneath whenever she was playing with people she didn’t know all that well. But there was no lace on Barbara’s top pair. I found that to be somewhat interesting.
We attempted to play a set and even with Barbara as my teammate we were getting beaten rather handily. I didn’t mind though as I got more than my share of ‘looks’ at her backside and panties. Both girls were very nice and even though Mo was the quiet one she did interacted with both of us. Our youngest, Kaye had gotten bored (or our older girls had been ignoring her) and came over to courtside. Barbara saw the sad look on her face and went over to talk with her. As I’ve written a number of times, Kaye was very, very shy and didn’t take to very many people but there was something about Barbara. Right from the first time they met there was some kind of bonding. When Barbara got up to go back to playing Kaye didn’t want her to go. Elle tried to convince her that Barbara would be back to her in just a few minutes but she didn’t want to hear it. Barbara decided to stay with her and the rest of us went back to just hitting balls back and forth. Mo did make a suggestion on my serve. She told me I wasn’t tossing the ball high enough which meant when I hit it there was a good chance that I would just hit it into the net... as I’d done multiple times. I tried her suggestion and found it made a big difference.
Elle caught my eye and indicated that it was time to be going. She’d worn a skirt over a pair of ‘dribble panties’ as well as the special lacy ones. I checked my watch and we’d been gone for just over an hour which wasn’t long enough for it to become a problem for Elle. But, she was the ‘boss’. I got one last ‘look’ when we were picking up the things we’d brought for the kids to play with. This time I was really close to her as she bent over. Whatever the nylon panties were that she was wearing on top were definitely smaller than the ones underneath which were, obviously, (to me) band leg cotton. The bands were peeking out from under the nylon ones. Thankfully, I had an armful of stuff to hide my bulge.
Later, after the girls were in bed, Elle and I ended up sitting out on the screed porch. She still had her tennis clothes on but had removed the lacy panties. I had her to sit on my knees and buried my hand in her crotch hoping to find it wet or at least damp but it was neither. It was a wad of material and I immediately knew it was a sanitary pad. Then she told me the reason she wanted to leave was sure that her period had started. The only good thing her period indicated was that it wouldn’t interfere with out upcoming vacation. Still plagued by long (7 to 8 days) periods it was a major annoyance to both of us. Ginger had told her that she was trying something new for contraception. It was a pill and one positive thing that she’d noticed was that her periods were of shorter duration. However, there had been some reports that it did cause problems for some women. Selfishly, I told her it was worth a try but that it was ultimately up to her. If it cut the length of it down by a day or two it would be worth it. She said she’d think about it. I hoped she would. She (we) was losing 25% of the month dealing with it on top of her incontinence problem.
Saturday was when Elle discovered the ‘new’ car. She had gone out to the garage and even though the car had been parked in front of it for a few days she hadn’t noticed the difference until she went around the front end and didn’t see the rust holes over the headlights. She came up to me and asked when I’d had the holes repaired. I’d been lucky for a few days that she hadn't noticed but now it was time. I’d done some calculating on what it would’ve cost to fix the ‘55 Chevy up and to buy tires. Of course I inflated the numbers but had come up with $250. That, along with the $300 I would end up with for the ‘55 meant the net cost was only $150. She looked at me with a jaundiced eye but I think the part that swung her over was when I told her that we now had a seven year newer car so the chances of things going wrong were less and would eventually end up saving us money. Of course, I had to take her (and the kids) for a ride. I had to take it easy though, as this car was a lot more powerful. I’d tried it out on the way home on Friday afternoon and it put the ‘55 to shame... and that car wasn’t slow. When we got home all she did was to remind me that I’d promised her another Sunfish sailboat. I smiled... and knew I’d 'escaped'.
When we pulled up to the garage I saw clothes hanging on the wash line. I asked Elle what was going on. She made a face and told me that when we were playing tennis the night before Mo had asked if they could hang a load Saturday morning. The whole family was going back for the weekend to visit family before school started. When Elle told me that she also told me she'd agreed to take it in when it was dry. I wanted to say something nasty... but didn’t. Thankfully I realized that it might prove to be a good chance to get a real up close and personal look at some of the older girls panties. I just had to be on the lookout for my chance.
To be continued...
My ‘view’ was for only a short while as someone on the court we were closest to called over that they were about to leave. I turned to look at who it was that was talking and by the time I turned back around Barbara was standing. My immediate thought was that with her wearing a dress I should be able to get more than a few ‘peeks’ while on the court.
Initially, Elle and I partnered up as did the sisters. After hitting a few balls it was clear that Barbara was the best player of the four of us. Mo, the sister, seemed to be at the same level as Elle. It was Barbara who suggested that she play as my partner and Mo with Elle. That was fine with me. I got my first real 'look’ when the first two balls I served up went into the net and Barbara went to fetch them. Bending at the waist I got a look at her rear end and a lot of pantie. Even though the hem of her dress was a bit longer than for most at that time, it didn’t matter as it lay across the middle of her rear end and I could see two crotch lines. The one on top wasn’t near as big as the one underneath and with the early evening sun shining on them it was clear that the top pair were nylon. Elle had a special pair of tennis panties that had lace around the legs that she wore over whatever panties she had on underneath whenever she was playing with people she didn’t know all that well. But there was no lace on Barbara’s top pair. I found that to be somewhat interesting.
We attempted to play a set and even with Barbara as my teammate we were getting beaten rather handily. I didn’t mind though as I got more than my share of ‘looks’ at her backside and panties. Both girls were very nice and even though Mo was the quiet one she did interacted with both of us. Our youngest, Kaye had gotten bored (or our older girls had been ignoring her) and came over to courtside. Barbara saw the sad look on her face and went over to talk with her. As I’ve written a number of times, Kaye was very, very shy and didn’t take to very many people but there was something about Barbara. Right from the first time they met there was some kind of bonding. When Barbara got up to go back to playing Kaye didn’t want her to go. Elle tried to convince her that Barbara would be back to her in just a few minutes but she didn’t want to hear it. Barbara decided to stay with her and the rest of us went back to just hitting balls back and forth. Mo did make a suggestion on my serve. She told me I wasn’t tossing the ball high enough which meant when I hit it there was a good chance that I would just hit it into the net... as I’d done multiple times. I tried her suggestion and found it made a big difference.
Elle caught my eye and indicated that it was time to be going. She’d worn a skirt over a pair of ‘dribble panties’ as well as the special lacy ones. I checked my watch and we’d been gone for just over an hour which wasn’t long enough for it to become a problem for Elle. But, she was the ‘boss’. I got one last ‘look’ when we were picking up the things we’d brought for the kids to play with. This time I was really close to her as she bent over. Whatever the nylon panties were that she was wearing on top were definitely smaller than the ones underneath which were, obviously, (to me) band leg cotton. The bands were peeking out from under the nylon ones. Thankfully, I had an armful of stuff to hide my bulge.
Later, after the girls were in bed, Elle and I ended up sitting out on the screed porch. She still had her tennis clothes on but had removed the lacy panties. I had her to sit on my knees and buried my hand in her crotch hoping to find it wet or at least damp but it was neither. It was a wad of material and I immediately knew it was a sanitary pad. Then she told me the reason she wanted to leave was sure that her period had started. The only good thing her period indicated was that it wouldn’t interfere with out upcoming vacation. Still plagued by long (7 to 8 days) periods it was a major annoyance to both of us. Ginger had told her that she was trying something new for contraception. It was a pill and one positive thing that she’d noticed was that her periods were of shorter duration. However, there had been some reports that it did cause problems for some women. Selfishly, I told her it was worth a try but that it was ultimately up to her. If it cut the length of it down by a day or two it would be worth it. She said she’d think about it. I hoped she would. She (we) was losing 25% of the month dealing with it on top of her incontinence problem.
Saturday was when Elle discovered the ‘new’ car. She had gone out to the garage and even though the car had been parked in front of it for a few days she hadn’t noticed the difference until she went around the front end and didn’t see the rust holes over the headlights. She came up to me and asked when I’d had the holes repaired. I’d been lucky for a few days that she hadn't noticed but now it was time. I’d done some calculating on what it would’ve cost to fix the ‘55 Chevy up and to buy tires. Of course I inflated the numbers but had come up with $250. That, along with the $300 I would end up with for the ‘55 meant the net cost was only $150. She looked at me with a jaundiced eye but I think the part that swung her over was when I told her that we now had a seven year newer car so the chances of things going wrong were less and would eventually end up saving us money. Of course, I had to take her (and the kids) for a ride. I had to take it easy though, as this car was a lot more powerful. I’d tried it out on the way home on Friday afternoon and it put the ‘55 to shame... and that car wasn’t slow. When we got home all she did was to remind me that I’d promised her another Sunfish sailboat. I smiled... and knew I’d 'escaped'.
When we pulled up to the garage I saw clothes hanging on the wash line. I asked Elle what was going on. She made a face and told me that when we were playing tennis the night before Mo had asked if they could hang a load Saturday morning. The whole family was going back for the weekend to visit family before school started. When Elle told me that she also told me she'd agreed to take it in when it was dry. I wanted to say something nasty... but didn’t. Thankfully I realized that it might prove to be a good chance to get a real up close and personal look at some of the older girls panties. I just had to be on the lookout for my chance.
To be continued...
Tuesday, January 05, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139l)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139l)
I was just about to enter my house when it dawned on me that Phyllis hadn’t thanked me for my efforts in locating the key. It was just another example of her boorishness and it upset me. Elle wasn’t in the kitchen so I called to her and she answered from upstairs. By then my mood had changed from excited anticipation to one of aggravation. When I walked into our bedroom the look on Elle’s face told me that any hope of ‘fun’ was gone. She’d given up on me and had put on her night time ‘package’ and was ready for bed. Her mother was going someplace in the morning and Elle was to pick the kids up bright and early so any hope for some ‘morning delight’ was slim to none... and none won out.
The incident with Phyllis reminded me to stop at the church on my way home to see that she had put all her day care things away so the the undercroft could be used after the service on Sunday. Just another annoyance for me. At work I got another big surprise from Joanie... she’d had her hair cut. It wasn’t a lot but along with the way she had it combined with her new clothes she sure looked more mature. I liked it.
For me, the first order of business was to get confirmation from all the Trustee that they were in accordance with Monday as the date and 3pm as the time for the special meeting to decide on the exterior design of the new branch. If Trish were there it was something that she would’ve handled but I wasn’t sure Joanie was up to handling a group of curmudgeons so I took it upon myself to make the calls. When I was finished I was glad I had as a small group offered up resistance. I still wasn’t comfortable in their presence but I stuck to my guns and got assurances from the majority that they would be there on Monday at 3pm. As I was making the calls it came to me that they were spending a lot of time on what I called ‘gingerbread’. The public wasn’t going to choose the branch because of the way it looked... it would be because of the services we offered. All I could figure was that it was a way to get another attendance fee.
I’d called the new service bureau that the bank had contracted with for processing the depositors accounts about the branch approval so that they could include the location in their route planning for data transmission. When I did they told me that it wasn’t too early to start thinking about the conversion of our ledger card system to the on-line system and they wanted to have me come to their operations center to get it started. I'd had it in the back of my mind to do it but my upcoming vacation time was the week of Labor Day. I didn’t want to get started on the project and then take time away from it so I’d avoided pinning down a specific time to start. Now there was pressure being applied.
I did stop at the church on my way home and was pleasantly surprised to find Phyllis and all her kids busily moving all the materials for her day care off to the sides of the room. Seeing her made me mad all over again. I lay in bed the night before trying to think of anyone I’d ever met who was so self absorbed as she was. When she saw me she came right over to me and grabbed my hands and started apologizing for not thanking me for my help the night before. I certainly wasn’t expecting it so didn’t know how to respond. Then she started in with a litany of excuses. She would’ve been better off stopping with the ”Thank you“. I just wanted to get out of there and get home. However, something happened that was really bizarre. Barbara, the second oldest daughter, came up and, in reality, interrupted her mother and asked me if I played tennis. It was really ‘out of the blue’.
With Phyllis just standing there and saying not a word I remember sort of laughing and telling her that I ”played at it“. As I was looking at this cute girl I couldn’t help but wonder how she could be so bubbly and nice growing up with what appeared to be a rather gruff father and a churlish woman as a mother. After my answer I asked why she wanted to know. Now it was her turn to laugh. She said that she’d seen tennis rackets in our garage when she’d been running laundry back and forth. She went on to say she and her older sister had played tennis at the high school they’d been attending and were disappointed to find out that this, their new school, didn’t have a team. She wanted to know if Elle played and when I told her she did she asked if she thought there was a chance that we’d play with them. When I said I thought we could I remember her bouncing up and down and with a big smile on her face and asked if there was any chance we could do it after supper. I don't think I had a chance to respond before she called to her sister about her discovery. I can not deny where my thoughts were...
It was not my Friday to work late so I was home by 6pm. When I queried Elle about playing some tennis I thought she was going to pass out from shock. I quickly told her of my conversation with Barbara and she said she was willing to give it a try. Elle was always ‘up’ to play tennis even for just an hour. We changed our clothes and ate quickly. Elle sent Jean next door to get the sisters while I loaded some toys and things into the station wagon to occupy our kids. I was happy to see them in tennis whites with Barbara (the cute one) wearing a dress. It appeared to be longer than what most wore but I quickly realized it was because she was short. I made sure I observed her climbing into the back seat with my two oldest girls. As I did the only thing I was sure of was that she did have on two panties. I couldn’t wait to get to the tennis courts.
It only took about six or seven minutes to get to the school and the courts. However, my excitement was short lived as both courts were occupied. Elle asked Barbara and her sister if they were willing to wait and they answered with an emphatic ”yes“. Barbara told us that if they went back home they’d be put to work. With an impish smile she added that their mother wouldn’t know weather they were playing tennis or not. I unloaded the stuff for our kids and went over by the courts to watch the people who were there playing. The four of us sat on the lawn. Unfortunately, for me, there was only one female and she was wearing loose fitting shorts. After a few minutes I turned back to the sisters and was greeted with what I could only call a 'gift'. Barbara was sitting yoga style and talking with Elle who was sitting beside her. The hem of her skirt was high enough to give me an almost complete crotch view. If she'd been looking at me I'm sure she would've caught me with my eyes bugged out. It was that good.
To be continued...
I was just about to enter my house when it dawned on me that Phyllis hadn’t thanked me for my efforts in locating the key. It was just another example of her boorishness and it upset me. Elle wasn’t in the kitchen so I called to her and she answered from upstairs. By then my mood had changed from excited anticipation to one of aggravation. When I walked into our bedroom the look on Elle’s face told me that any hope of ‘fun’ was gone. She’d given up on me and had put on her night time ‘package’ and was ready for bed. Her mother was going someplace in the morning and Elle was to pick the kids up bright and early so any hope for some ‘morning delight’ was slim to none... and none won out.
The incident with Phyllis reminded me to stop at the church on my way home to see that she had put all her day care things away so the the undercroft could be used after the service on Sunday. Just another annoyance for me. At work I got another big surprise from Joanie... she’d had her hair cut. It wasn’t a lot but along with the way she had it combined with her new clothes she sure looked more mature. I liked it.
For me, the first order of business was to get confirmation from all the Trustee that they were in accordance with Monday as the date and 3pm as the time for the special meeting to decide on the exterior design of the new branch. If Trish were there it was something that she would’ve handled but I wasn’t sure Joanie was up to handling a group of curmudgeons so I took it upon myself to make the calls. When I was finished I was glad I had as a small group offered up resistance. I still wasn’t comfortable in their presence but I stuck to my guns and got assurances from the majority that they would be there on Monday at 3pm. As I was making the calls it came to me that they were spending a lot of time on what I called ‘gingerbread’. The public wasn’t going to choose the branch because of the way it looked... it would be because of the services we offered. All I could figure was that it was a way to get another attendance fee.
I’d called the new service bureau that the bank had contracted with for processing the depositors accounts about the branch approval so that they could include the location in their route planning for data transmission. When I did they told me that it wasn’t too early to start thinking about the conversion of our ledger card system to the on-line system and they wanted to have me come to their operations center to get it started. I'd had it in the back of my mind to do it but my upcoming vacation time was the week of Labor Day. I didn’t want to get started on the project and then take time away from it so I’d avoided pinning down a specific time to start. Now there was pressure being applied.
I did stop at the church on my way home and was pleasantly surprised to find Phyllis and all her kids busily moving all the materials for her day care off to the sides of the room. Seeing her made me mad all over again. I lay in bed the night before trying to think of anyone I’d ever met who was so self absorbed as she was. When she saw me she came right over to me and grabbed my hands and started apologizing for not thanking me for my help the night before. I certainly wasn’t expecting it so didn’t know how to respond. Then she started in with a litany of excuses. She would’ve been better off stopping with the ”Thank you“. I just wanted to get out of there and get home. However, something happened that was really bizarre. Barbara, the second oldest daughter, came up and, in reality, interrupted her mother and asked me if I played tennis. It was really ‘out of the blue’.
With Phyllis just standing there and saying not a word I remember sort of laughing and telling her that I ”played at it“. As I was looking at this cute girl I couldn’t help but wonder how she could be so bubbly and nice growing up with what appeared to be a rather gruff father and a churlish woman as a mother. After my answer I asked why she wanted to know. Now it was her turn to laugh. She said that she’d seen tennis rackets in our garage when she’d been running laundry back and forth. She went on to say she and her older sister had played tennis at the high school they’d been attending and were disappointed to find out that this, their new school, didn’t have a team. She wanted to know if Elle played and when I told her she did she asked if she thought there was a chance that we’d play with them. When I said I thought we could I remember her bouncing up and down and with a big smile on her face and asked if there was any chance we could do it after supper. I don't think I had a chance to respond before she called to her sister about her discovery. I can not deny where my thoughts were...
It was not my Friday to work late so I was home by 6pm. When I queried Elle about playing some tennis I thought she was going to pass out from shock. I quickly told her of my conversation with Barbara and she said she was willing to give it a try. Elle was always ‘up’ to play tennis even for just an hour. We changed our clothes and ate quickly. Elle sent Jean next door to get the sisters while I loaded some toys and things into the station wagon to occupy our kids. I was happy to see them in tennis whites with Barbara (the cute one) wearing a dress. It appeared to be longer than what most wore but I quickly realized it was because she was short. I made sure I observed her climbing into the back seat with my two oldest girls. As I did the only thing I was sure of was that she did have on two panties. I couldn’t wait to get to the tennis courts.
It only took about six or seven minutes to get to the school and the courts. However, my excitement was short lived as both courts were occupied. Elle asked Barbara and her sister if they were willing to wait and they answered with an emphatic ”yes“. Barbara told us that if they went back home they’d be put to work. With an impish smile she added that their mother wouldn’t know weather they were playing tennis or not. I unloaded the stuff for our kids and went over by the courts to watch the people who were there playing. The four of us sat on the lawn. Unfortunately, for me, there was only one female and she was wearing loose fitting shorts. After a few minutes I turned back to the sisters and was greeted with what I could only call a 'gift'. Barbara was sitting yoga style and talking with Elle who was sitting beside her. The hem of her skirt was high enough to give me an almost complete crotch view. If she'd been looking at me I'm sure she would've caught me with my eyes bugged out. It was that good.
To be continued...
Sunday, January 03, 2016
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139k)
CONTINUING... surprises & changes (Part 139k)
With Elle in a good mood I wanted to take advantage of it and tried to persuade her to leave her wet panties on butt with her beach cover-up over them. That was when she brought me back to reality... the open school board meeting was that night where the new principal would be introduced to the community and all the changes at the school would be disclosed. In my euphoria I’d forgotten completely about it. There was no way we were going to miss it.
We delivered the kids to Elle’s mother and arrived at the school about 20 minutes early for the 7:30pm meeting. In the Summer months there was always a chance for either a VPL, a DP or even a peek because of the style clothes that females wore so I wanted to be there a little early. The only entrance was through the front doors and to get there you had to go up 10 concrete steps. Being ‘down’ and looking up was where I wanted to be. I got a break when I saw Nanci and Fritz standing at the bottom step. Elle and I’d both tried to get some ‘inside information’ from Nanci as she was still secretary for the principal but she hadn’t leaked a thing. I decided to try again by telling her that it would all be disclosed in just a few minutes but she wouldn’t budge. However, my goal was achieved. I got a few peeks and one delightful upskirt. I almost missed that one but seeing a lot of bare leg out of the corner of my eye made me turn to look. I couldn’t see the face but the skirt seemed to bounce as she made her way up the steps. With each bounce there was a peek of white. The top step was the best as she tripped and fell forward. I think I took a deep breath at that.
There were more people present that night than had been there for the meetings prior to the school board election. People were standing everywhere. The auditorium/gymnasium hadn’t been rated for capacity but I would be willing to bet that if it had it was exceeded. After the new principal was introduced there wasn’t a sound. He had a big booming voice that was surprising coming from a short, stubby man. He re-iterated information about his background that had been printed in the local weekly paper and then introduced his family who were seated behind him on the stage. It didn’t take all that long before he started in about the upcoming changes... and there were a lot. After about 15 minutes i was wishing I’d brought a pad.
If I were to rate them in order of importance I would say that the one that brought the biggest ‘Oooooo’ was when it was announced that there was going to be a separate elementary school principal. That was an absolute first. He, too, was from outside the school district and that brought about a lot of ‘buzzing’ among those in attendance. Then came the list of new teachers that had been hired to replace those who had either resigned or had retired. Two of them had been hired before the principal and had already moved in the community but the others were all new names. That caused more ‘buzzing’.
I was hoping that there would be a question and answer period but Wally, the Board president, took to the the microphone to thank everyone for coming and closed the meeting. That caused the most ‘buzzing’. There were a LOT of unanswered questions and not the least of them had to do with the athletic program. There had been a very strong rumor that one of the newly hired teachers was a basketball coach. I’d not seen much of Johnnie and Sandy all Summer and when I had he claimed to ”know nothing“ about his status. If the rumor was true the question was would he still be the JV basketball coach.
The meeting took but an hour but there were still people milling around outside well past 10pm. I tracked down Bob (who was on the school board) and tried pumping him for additional information. I threw a couple of questions his way and all I got was a smile or little laugh back. It was almost as if he would be jailed if he let anyone know what was going on. Elle and I had chatted with about a dozen other parents and the general feeling was that the new principal was what was needed. The consensus was that he would be anything but ‘wishy washy’ and that was a good thing. One common thread that the people we talked with wanted information on was the curriculum. The old Board and principal had resisted change for years and, in the high school, it was hurting kids who wanted to go to college. No one seemed to know what was next. There was only a little over two weeks until school opened. Would there be another meeting prior to that or would we be getting something in the mail?
I’m sure that if the next day wasn’t a working day we would’ve ended up at someone’s house. As it was we headed home alone which, with the kids at her mother’s house, wasn’t all that bad. We hadn’t been in the house but for a few minutes when there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock and it was near 11pm. I turned on the patio light and saw the principal’s two older daughters. I opened the door and asked what I could do for them. The younger of the two was, by far, the better looking one. They had been dressed nicely for the Board meeting and were still dressed that way. The older one asked if I had a flashlight. The mother and all the kids had left the meeting and gone for ice cream at the movie theater soda shop and had somehow lost the keys to the house. Supposedly, their father had hidden a key under the kitchen porch and they couldn’t find it. As I retrieved the big spotlight from our coat closet all I could think of was that the house certainly drew ‘needy’ people to it, thinking of Sabrina and all her ‘needs’ when she lived there.
I led the way through he opening in the hedge. I asked where their mother and the younger kids were and they said they were in the car. I shone the light on it and saw the mother, Phyllis, sitting there behind the wheel. I went right for the porch and under it. The girls climbed up on the deck of the porch as I checked all the possible places I thought it might be. The decking wasn’t tight but had gaps between the planks of about 1/4 inch. Having checked all the obvious places I started looking at the cross beams. To do so I had the light shining up on the underside of the deck planks. Looking up I saw one of the girls legs. I followed it a bit further and it led to the ‘promised land’ (at least in my world). It was probably no more than five seconds but the sight of that white was ‘stimulating’, for sure.
The principal had been really tricky in his placement of the spare key. It was where the the porch was attached to the house itself and where it was bolted. The key was between two bolts and unless the light was shining right straight on the spot it was impossible to see. When I called up to the girls one ran over to the car. I came out from under the porch and shone the light on the car. Phyllis and the rest of the kids exited the car and headed for the porch with me guiding the way with the light. I was on the ground and followed them up the stairs. The last to climb the steps was the next to oldest... and it was worth the time I had to spend to find the key. On my way back home I was singing the praises of the mini skirt.
To be continued...
With Elle in a good mood I wanted to take advantage of it and tried to persuade her to leave her wet panties on butt with her beach cover-up over them. That was when she brought me back to reality... the open school board meeting was that night where the new principal would be introduced to the community and all the changes at the school would be disclosed. In my euphoria I’d forgotten completely about it. There was no way we were going to miss it.
We delivered the kids to Elle’s mother and arrived at the school about 20 minutes early for the 7:30pm meeting. In the Summer months there was always a chance for either a VPL, a DP or even a peek because of the style clothes that females wore so I wanted to be there a little early. The only entrance was through the front doors and to get there you had to go up 10 concrete steps. Being ‘down’ and looking up was where I wanted to be. I got a break when I saw Nanci and Fritz standing at the bottom step. Elle and I’d both tried to get some ‘inside information’ from Nanci as she was still secretary for the principal but she hadn’t leaked a thing. I decided to try again by telling her that it would all be disclosed in just a few minutes but she wouldn’t budge. However, my goal was achieved. I got a few peeks and one delightful upskirt. I almost missed that one but seeing a lot of bare leg out of the corner of my eye made me turn to look. I couldn’t see the face but the skirt seemed to bounce as she made her way up the steps. With each bounce there was a peek of white. The top step was the best as she tripped and fell forward. I think I took a deep breath at that.
There were more people present that night than had been there for the meetings prior to the school board election. People were standing everywhere. The auditorium/gymnasium hadn’t been rated for capacity but I would be willing to bet that if it had it was exceeded. After the new principal was introduced there wasn’t a sound. He had a big booming voice that was surprising coming from a short, stubby man. He re-iterated information about his background that had been printed in the local weekly paper and then introduced his family who were seated behind him on the stage. It didn’t take all that long before he started in about the upcoming changes... and there were a lot. After about 15 minutes i was wishing I’d brought a pad.
If I were to rate them in order of importance I would say that the one that brought the biggest ‘Oooooo’ was when it was announced that there was going to be a separate elementary school principal. That was an absolute first. He, too, was from outside the school district and that brought about a lot of ‘buzzing’ among those in attendance. Then came the list of new teachers that had been hired to replace those who had either resigned or had retired. Two of them had been hired before the principal and had already moved in the community but the others were all new names. That caused more ‘buzzing’.
I was hoping that there would be a question and answer period but Wally, the Board president, took to the the microphone to thank everyone for coming and closed the meeting. That caused the most ‘buzzing’. There were a LOT of unanswered questions and not the least of them had to do with the athletic program. There had been a very strong rumor that one of the newly hired teachers was a basketball coach. I’d not seen much of Johnnie and Sandy all Summer and when I had he claimed to ”know nothing“ about his status. If the rumor was true the question was would he still be the JV basketball coach.
The meeting took but an hour but there were still people milling around outside well past 10pm. I tracked down Bob (who was on the school board) and tried pumping him for additional information. I threw a couple of questions his way and all I got was a smile or little laugh back. It was almost as if he would be jailed if he let anyone know what was going on. Elle and I had chatted with about a dozen other parents and the general feeling was that the new principal was what was needed. The consensus was that he would be anything but ‘wishy washy’ and that was a good thing. One common thread that the people we talked with wanted information on was the curriculum. The old Board and principal had resisted change for years and, in the high school, it was hurting kids who wanted to go to college. No one seemed to know what was next. There was only a little over two weeks until school opened. Would there be another meeting prior to that or would we be getting something in the mail?
I’m sure that if the next day wasn’t a working day we would’ve ended up at someone’s house. As it was we headed home alone which, with the kids at her mother’s house, wasn’t all that bad. We hadn’t been in the house but for a few minutes when there was a knock on the door. I looked at the clock and it was near 11pm. I turned on the patio light and saw the principal’s two older daughters. I opened the door and asked what I could do for them. The younger of the two was, by far, the better looking one. They had been dressed nicely for the Board meeting and were still dressed that way. The older one asked if I had a flashlight. The mother and all the kids had left the meeting and gone for ice cream at the movie theater soda shop and had somehow lost the keys to the house. Supposedly, their father had hidden a key under the kitchen porch and they couldn’t find it. As I retrieved the big spotlight from our coat closet all I could think of was that the house certainly drew ‘needy’ people to it, thinking of Sabrina and all her ‘needs’ when she lived there.
I led the way through he opening in the hedge. I asked where their mother and the younger kids were and they said they were in the car. I shone the light on it and saw the mother, Phyllis, sitting there behind the wheel. I went right for the porch and under it. The girls climbed up on the deck of the porch as I checked all the possible places I thought it might be. The decking wasn’t tight but had gaps between the planks of about 1/4 inch. Having checked all the obvious places I started looking at the cross beams. To do so I had the light shining up on the underside of the deck planks. Looking up I saw one of the girls legs. I followed it a bit further and it led to the ‘promised land’ (at least in my world). It was probably no more than five seconds but the sight of that white was ‘stimulating’, for sure.
The principal had been really tricky in his placement of the spare key. It was where the the porch was attached to the house itself and where it was bolted. The key was between two bolts and unless the light was shining right straight on the spot it was impossible to see. When I called up to the girls one ran over to the car. I came out from under the porch and shone the light on the car. Phyllis and the rest of the kids exited the car and headed for the porch with me guiding the way with the light. I was on the ground and followed them up the stairs. The last to climb the steps was the next to oldest... and it was worth the time I had to spend to find the key. On my way back home I was singing the praises of the mini skirt.
To be continued...
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