SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161k)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161k)

It took a stranger to bring some order to the group. I’d never seen the guy before and when he identified himself as the person who had donated the money for the renovated bathrooms he got a big cheer. That news quieted most of the group down. However, he didn’t stop there and went on to explain why there was a need to hire a person to oversee the junior program. He went on to ask a rhetorical question… “Did any of you know that if there had been an accident involving the junior sailing program the club would not have been protected?” The room was primarily silent but then a few spoke up to say that they knew the club had insurance. The man, now identified as Matt, said the insurance was purely a basic liability insurance. The fact that the club had paid minors (the instructors) without paid adult supervision precluded that insurance from being in force for the junior program. That brought a complete hush to the group. The shocker was when he told us that the members, as individuals, could be sued in such a situation.

Without going into the details he explained that he, as a corporate attorney dealing with insurance cases, had reviewed the club’s insurance and after a meeting of the elected club officers they made the decision to hire an adult to oversee the instructors. Bobbi had graduated from college and was working as a teacher. Chance brought her in contact with one of the club officers who knew her and asked what she was doing for the Summer. After explaining the situation to her she agreed to take the position even though the salary wasn’t all that much. (As I found out in talking with her much later, she looked at it as a last chance to “relive her youth and good times”. She’d live, cost free, with her parents and would be able to reconnect with a lot of the people she’d grown up with.)

In any case the meeting then devolved into a discussion of the fairness of passing the increased cost on to the whole membership when the need was clearly the junior sailing program. There was a group (primarily the ‘racers’) who felt the cost should be borne by the parents of the kids in the junior program. Nothing was decided and as the meeting broke up there was clear divide within the club. My father was an insurance “nut”. He had everything covered, re-covered and then carried an “umbrella” policy over all of the other coverages he had. It was ingrained into me to do the same so I was all for it, regardless of who ended up paying for Bobbi. I walked away feeling that the club had been incredibly lucky that nothing bad had happened up to that time.

Barbara was not only asleep when we arrived home and, surprisingly, was ensconced in the bed set aside for her rather than in my reclining chair. As we prepared for bed Elle mentioned that she was curious as to what she’d worn for ‘protection’. When she’d last stayed with us Elle had introduced her to her own ‘full package’ of multiple cotton panties along with multiple sanitary pads and a pair of plastic panties. But, she’d not heard one way or the other as to what Barbara had done after she returned home. Of course there was the question of Barbara’s mother being willing to pay for the pads so the question was never asked. I suggested that Elle just stick her head in the door to see if she could determine what, if anything, she was wearing. That discussion raised the question of whether Elle should wake her when she would get up during the night to go. My ‘2 cents’ were to go check on her and if she wasn’t wearing anything (as it was the first night she’d slept over back in the Fall) to definitely wake her. If she was wearing a “package” of any sort then let her sleep through and discuss it with her in the morning. Elle didn’t say anything so I had to wait until she returned from her last bathroom trip. When I asked she just shrugged her shoulders. My thoughts were what harm was there in just taking a peek.

So… when I headed down the hall I did. Anne slept with a night light that was part of the lamp on the bedside table between the two beds. There was plenty of light to see what I wanted to see… a pair of plastic panties sticking out from under the sheet that partially covered her. When I returned and told Elle she was immediately mad at me. I knew what she was thinking but my I knew my thoughts didn’t have a prurient intent so I just ignored her and went to sleep on my side of the bed.

Because we’d not had a chance to go over Barbara’s daily routine in detail I didn’t know if she intended to go to church like she’d done the last time she stayed with us. I got up with Elle’s 7am alarm (she ignored me) to get myself ready. I went downstairs to shower only to find the door to the bathroom closed which told me she was showering. I went outside to get the Sunday newspaper and by the time I was back the bathroom door was open. I stuck my head in to find a room full of steam. It told me to remind her to open the window when she did shower. However, to get to the window I had to sort of straddle the toilet which meant putting my left foot and leg between it and the sink. When I did I felt something marginally warm under my foot. My attention was certainly raised upon feeling it. I was 100% positive it was the ‘package’ or remnants of it, that she’d worn during the night. After closing the door over I bent down to inspect what I’d stepped on and could see the whole thing… multiple cotton panties, soaked sanitary pads encased in a pair of plastic panties.

I took a quick shower leaving her things where they were. Back upstairs I was dressed in no time at all and as I finished I saw Barbara headed down the stairs. She was probably two thirds of the way when I started down. At the bottom I followed her down the hallway. At first she started towards the kitchen but then quickly changed direction and darted into the bathroom pulling the door over behind her. It only took a few seconds for me to realize that she’d probably seen or remembered the “package” she’d left on the floor. I have to admit that it brought a smile to my face. I made like I was busy at the counter and when she appeared I remember seeing her blushing. I asked if she was ready to go and she wouldn’t look at me to answer but headed straight for the door. I knew it would be an interesting trip to church.

To be continued…

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (part 161j)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161j)

Betsy had called from the branch before everybody left and, if she was to be believed, it had been a smooth day. By ‘smooth’ I’m referring to Jerry not getting too much involved. New accounts had dropped off, a lot, until after 5pm when they had a bit of a rush. I remember her making a comment that during that last hour they’d given away as many electric drills as had been given away from the opening. I found that to be a bit strange but filed it away in the recesses of my mind. Because Monday was the day before a holiday I knew there would be a lot of pressure in all aspects of both the main office and branch. I was somewhat torn as weather to go to the branch first or come in to see how things looked before heading in that direction. Hobie had stayed late and I got his attention before he disappeared out the door. I told him of my dilemma and he suggested I come to the main office first. I liked that because it took some pressure off me. He’d been pleased that I’d not gone to the branch that day and that, according to Betsy, Jerry had done OK on his own. I just hoped it was the right decision because it it wasn’t I’d have to clean up the ‘mess’.

The subtitle to this part of the blog “so much going on” certainly held true for the weekend. Chores, the neighbors leaving, moving the other Sunfish to the sailing club, stopping at the garage to give Cliffy the money for the work on the cylinder heads and putting out small ‘fires’ around the house. On Bill and Phyllis leaving, she and the kids (other than Barbara) left while I was at the landfill leaving Bill to oversee the move of their furniture to a storage facility. My first conscious knowledge of them having left came when Bill appeared with a thin, pale young man following him. He introduced him as Romeo. I don’t know if I smiled or not but as I remember, all in all, it was a pretty funny. Bill told me he was the son of the owner of the house and had come to check on the condition of the house and to get the keys. I honestly don’t remember him speaking. Sometimes, with Bill around, it was hard for anybody to speak. In any case, I gave him some sort of “welcome to the neighborhood” words and then watched him walk back to the break in the hedge and disappear. Bill hung back and gave me a ‘roll of the eyes’ look and as he walked away he turned and told me that “Romeo” was the last name of the people who had bought the house. I was totally confused.

At the sailing club there were quite a few cars there and I could see that almost all the Sunfish racks were filled. I wanted to see how the bathrooms turned out with the addition of the cubicles and a coat of paint. Walking through the front doors I was greeted with the view of a female butt. The woman was on her hands and knees and was scraping something off the floor. I stopped and assessed (pun?) the situation… and it was a good one. VPL’s are good bt DP’s are better and this was a nice one. I recognized the elastic as belonging to a pair of Shadowline panties, a not inexpensive brand. It was a great look as she totally ignored me as I stood there almost directly over her. Walking away I found out the ladies were there to do the clean up that they couldn’t do the previous weekend. I checked out the bathrooms and was impressed. Having everything new, including paint, made a BIG difference. The building had been there for 15 years with the only work ever done on it being repairs after storms.

On my way back outside I was able to get a frontal look of the woman I’d been looking at a few minutes earlier and didn’t recognize her at all. She was fairly attractive with brown hair in a pony tail. That threw me off as to judging her age but first guess was around my age. I tracked down someone I knew and asked about her and was told it was the wife of the guy who’d donated the money for the renovations. There were a few others who were worth a second look but as I’d found the year earlier they were not part of the ‘racing crowd’.

Speaking of racing, Sunday kicked off the official opening of the club for the season and meant there would be racing. It was considered as practice and didn’t count for the season championship. With us now having two boats it meant Elle would be racing as well. She and a few other women had taken some racing lessons the previous Summer but this would be their ’test under fire’. The plan was for them to have their own series of races but for this practice it was going to be both male and female competing against each other. In talking with a couple of the racing guys they were ‘licking their chops’ over how badly they were going to beat the women. I’ll admit I felt the same way but kept my mouth shut.

Because I’d not attended the mid Winter meeting I missed the fact that there was to be a cocktail party/meeting that night. When I heard that news I really wished the car was racing. Driving home I actually debated not telling Elle but, with the junior sailing program starting the next week I knew some of the mothers would ask where she was… and that would not be a good thing for me. I also knew that with Barbara now staying with us we had a built in baby sitter. I knew I was doomed to a boring evening.

As expected, the majority of the attendees were parents of the kids in the junior sailing program. They had to be members of the club but their only interest was in having a place to drop off their kids for a very reasonable cost. They had no interest in competitive sailing. Since 90% of them were Summer residents their primary interest was in their work (mostly in the city) and the problems in the communities where they permanently lived. I couldn’t have cared less about that stuff. I found a few of the racers and hung out with them on the porch. Elle had made friends with a few of the mothers the previous Summer and re-connected with them. By the time they called the meeting to order I was ready to head home… but I didn’t.

There were about 60 people there, mostly couples. The ‘business’ of the evening was to inform the members that there were going to be a couple of changes in the way the junior sailing lessons were to be run. At that point I saw Bobbi, my former crew, make an entrance through the back door (it would take to long to explain) and then be introduced as the Director of the junior sailing program. I’d seen her the previous weekend after not having seeing her for an extended period of time. That caused a bit of a stir. In the past the program was overseen by one of the officers of the club. All officers were volunteers and the official title had been Rear Commodore. Effective immediately, Bobbie was a paid employee… and there would be an increase in dues to cover the cost. It suddenly became more than a ’stir’ as it seemed that almost everybody was talking at once. I was looking at Bobbi and could see she was uncomfortable.

To be continued…

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161i)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161i)

It was busy at the main office on Friday and Trish made the comment that it was a good thing I was back. She told me that Bret had been really stressed. On Wednesday it had gotten so busy that she even heard him say he missed Jerry. That brought a smile to both our faces. From what Lorie told me the tellers were holding up well. I’d not had time to give that much thought but with some of the moves that had been made along the teller line it could’ve been a problem. After helping to open some accounts I finally got around to my mail. Hidden among it was the invoice for the blankets. The whole blanket deal had been put together so hastily I’d not kept close tabs on that aspect of it and almost choked when I read the amount. The price I’d been quoted was around $9 and I’d ordered 3 gross. The price should’ve been around $4,000 and I was looking a bill for over $5000. On the phone immediately I got no answer. I was upset… majorly so. It was about then that Trish came up to my desk to say Betsy was on the phone.

It was about mid morning and what had started out as a good day was rapidly deteriorating. Betsy had a husband and wife who were demanding that they be given multiple gifts because both their names were on the account (a joint account) and wouldn’t back down from their position. Taking a chance I put her on hold (man, did I like our new phone system!) and direct dialed Jerry. I explained what was going on in the lobby and told him to take the people into his office, shut the door, and give them the two gifts. But I told him to tell the people that he was “breaking the law” in doing it (in a vague way, he would be) and they were not to tell anybody. I didn’t know what to expect for a response but I surely didn’t expect him to tell me that he wouldn’t do it. After a few seconds of silence I asked why and he is answer… “I can’t lie… it’s against my religion”. It took all the restraint in my being to keep from screaming into the phone and to keep from doing it I slammed it down. Back with Betsy I asked her to put the one who was pushing for the two gifts on the phone. I got a woman who spoke with a foreign accent, got her name and identified myself as an officer of the bank. As calmly as I could I told her that she would be breaking the law if she got two gifts and before I could go any further I heard her telling Betsy that they wanted their money back. Betsy came on the line and I told her to go ahead and close the account and be glad she wouldn’t have to deal with them again. I wasn’t sure what Jerry might say or do after that so forewarned her.

Needing to get my mind off banking problems I decided to try to reach Cliffy. He was the one to pick up the phone and he was obviously upset with me. Before I could say anything he, quite pointedly, asked if I was still a part of the race team. Not expecting that I just answered “Yes…” and before the last part of the ’s’ in yes was out he wanted to know where I’d been. I sat there for a few seconds, carefully weighing my words, before answering that I’d just spent one of the most stressful weeks of my life at my job. When he didn’t say anything I added that in the scheme of things in my life the race car was not a priority. Now, somewhat emboldened, I added that of the others I may not be the most mechanically talented but when it came to being able to provide sponsorship and/or money none of the others could come close. Then I sat and waited. It took a few seconds before he responded with a totally different tone to his voice. Not a full apology but it was accepted.

The guy who’d taken the cylinder heads to check them out had told Cliffy the problem was a flaw going back to when they were originally cast but had come up with a solution. He was willing to try something relatively new to make them work for us. He told Cliffy that if it worked, he’d probably get a fair amount of business out of it so was willing to do it for $160 or $20 for each cylinder. Our only other choice was new cylinder heads and that was many hundreds of dollars. When the guys had met they could only come up with $100 so he hadn’t started on the repair. Feeling somewhat guilty for not making at least a cursory effort to keep up with what was going on with the team I told him I’d throw in the $60.

Because it was Friday the bank was open to 6pm. Lorie had remembered the to tell the new account girls about it before they tried to leave not like the last time. Activity had slowed at around 3pm and I couldn’t, in good conscience, keep all of them. After working together for the week they’d become friends so I left it up to them to decide who could leave early and who was to stay. Maggie, Moira’s daughter volunteered to stay until 6pm because her mother was working late, upstairs, on quarter ending reports. Because of all the activity Bret was working late as well. It was a bit after 6pm and we were tallying up the numbers on the gift/premiums handed out that day when I noticed Maggie sitting on the stairway to the second floor. She looked a bit funny because I couldn’t see her face but could see the front of her body. I stared at her for a few seconds and then realized she was yelling to her mother who was up on the balcony just above her… and then I realized what I was looking at.

She was sitting on a step with her feet on the step right below. She’d leaned back and put her elbows on the step right above her bottom and leaned way back. In so doing she proceeded to spread her legs… and gave me a perfect crotch view. Bret was at the counter right next to me and I nudged him and nodded my head towards the stairs. His reaction was classic. If he'd had something in his mouth he probably would’ve choked. Since Maggie had no idea what was taking place behind the teller counter right across from her we had a good long look with a couple of open and closing motions her legs as she continued her conversation with her mother.

Because of my fear of Bret reacting negatively to my having had some panty integration with his wife before they were married I’d never gotten into a conversation about panties with him. But, we had shared discovery of some panty peeks of employees. When Maggie started to sit up we both turned our heads and I heard Bret mumble something about what he’d just witnessed had “made his day”. I was immediately prompted to tell him of my viewing of Barb’s panties the day before. He’d not seen her so he asked what she looked like. I don’t know if I was consciously trying to outdo him but I do remember talking her up a bit more than she deserved. Then it got a bit funny as he told of having grown up in the house where he was presently living and being in position to see the neighbor’s daughter dressing and undressing “hundreds of times”. The bedroom window of the neighbor faced the stairway window of his house and if he timed it right he could “see the whole thing”. It never got to a “Can You Top This” between us as some of the people from the accounting department started coming down the stairs and were walking towards us.

To be continued…

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161h)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161h)

Stopping at the main office the next morning I was able to confirm the number of accounts they had opened and the distribution of gifts. They had opened over 100 and the blankets were the big “winner” with about 40% choosing that over the electric mixer and drill. The drill was turning out to be a far distant last which surprised me in that for actual cash value it was the most expensive. Bret and the temporaries had pretty much reprised the gift display from the previous campaign and had worked out the logistics of keeping a ready supply on hand. Upon leaving I made a special effort to compliment Bret because it was sometimes a little hard to motivate him.

Back at the branch… Jerry was behind his desk in his office and there were at least ten customers waiting to have accounts opened. I walked in and asked why he hadn’t moved a couple of the tellers out from behind the counter like I’d done the day before and all I got was a blank stare. I pointed out that he could be helping out as well reminding him that it was his primary job back at the main office. I didn’t get an answer but promptly led a couple of women in to his office. As I did he weakly put up the excuse that he didn’t have any new account materials. I didn’t know what the women thought when I barked at him to go get some.

By noon the ‘crush’ had pretty much dissipated. From that point on it was an easy, steady flow of customers with no more than a few people waiting. We were all able to get a bite to eat which was a far cry from the day before. I sat with Barb and one of Mae’s nieces to eat and commented on the scratch on her arm. She told us she was the catcher on her softball team and someone had crashed into her the night before. We were sitting at the table and she suddenly pushed back from it and thrust out one of her legs and pointed to it. There was a bruise on her calf but that wasn’t what caught my attention. To do it she went splay legged and pulled up the hem of her dress. I’m sure I made some sort of facial motion or sound but it wasn’t in reaction to the bruise. It was the flowered panty crotch that did it. It was for only a few seconds but it did reinforce the fact that she liked flowered panties.

Hobie called during the early afternoon to see how things were going. Of course I didn’t tell him what I wanted to, sucked it in and told him all was well. In fact, it was going so well I was entertaining the idea of not coming back to the branch the next day. I found a few minutes to gather Betsy, Rita and Mae together and listened to their thoughts on the subject. Other than being a little resentful about Jerry not jumping in to help they thought they could handle it. I made them promise to call if ANYTHING started to go wrong. With sly smiles they acknowledged that they would.

The tally at the end of the day was a bit disappointing in that even with two more hours they didn’t open as many accounts as on opening day. The average balance remained around $700 and that, too, was disappointing. I’d not been privy to any of the discussions leading up to the decision to open a branch and had no idea what the Trustee’s expectations were. Other than with Gee, the attorney/Trustee, I really had no interaction with them so I was basing my expectations on the results from the main office new account gift campaign the previous year. We’d averaged around $1,300 per new account and in the first two days had opened over 250 accounts. And, that was with competition from eight other banks and savings institutions in our immediate area. As far as I knew we had no competition anywhere near the branch. It was troubling, at least to me.

Blankets were still the ‘hot item’ (pun intended) with about 40% being the choice. I still couldn’t fathom the concept with the hottest weather about to descend on us. Electric mixers were next followed by the step stool. I took the numbers with me to compare them to the main office activity the next day. Jerry did the consolidated proof again and took about the same amount of time to do it. I remember Mae rolling her eyes when he declared them “in proof”. It was just 5pm.

To get to my house from there it would normally take just under an hour but at that time of day, even without any major businesses or industries nearby, there was still heavy traffic. As I mentioned in earlier posts, suburban crawl was headed in this direction and the few developments there were were definitely ‘bedroom communities’. Knowing I’d be at the main office on Friday I didn’t even give the idea of stopping at the main office a thought. I was actually home before I usually was, even getting a chance to stop at the post office. I’d bypassed the annual school board meeting and election having been warned by both Bob and Jon, Board members, that the new guy running for the Board had no chance at all. However, as I’ve mentioned in prior posts, if you wanted the latest ’scoop’ the post office was the place to get it. The rumor was that the Board was going to ‘reign in’ the new principal. No reason was given and I knew Elle hadn’t heard anything either. I sloughed it off as small town gossip. However, it did remind me that Barbara would be moving in any day. I still had mixed emotions about it.

After supper the girls wanted to “go golfing” again in the back yard. I’d called Cliffy a few times and had been told he was either on a “road call” or working under a car. I’d wanted to find out, first hand, what the story was on the motor and had intended to go to the shop or to his house to find out. However, the pressure from the girls won out and we headed for the back yard. It got a little boisterous and before long we had two visitors… Barbara and her sister, Mo. They joined in and we managed to make a game of it. When they got bored Mo told us that she would be leaving in the morning. I immediately asked Barbara when we could expect her and she just shrugged her shoulders and looked at Elle to speak. Elle did the same, shrugging her shoulders. It was an impasse until I made the suggestion that with four of us right there we could easily move Barbara’s things over. She said they’d been boxed up and were ready to go so for the next 10 minutes we lugged them over to our house. Seeing that it was actually happening really had my kids excited even though Barbara would be spending that night with her family. For me… I just hoped it would work. Two weeks was a long time.

To be continued…

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161g)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161g)

Jerry had managed to avoid doing anything productive the whole day. Knowing I wouldn’t be spending whole days at the branch I took a deep breath and called Jerry over to where Betsy was going over Barb’s debits and credits. I asked him if he knew how to do a ‘consolidated proof’ and he sort of nodded that he did. I suggested that he, not having had a hand in any monetary transactions during the day, be the one to do it to avoid any chance of impropriety. I just wished that Hobie, or maybe some of the Trustees who thought he was so great, were there to watch. He supposedly had over 15 years of banking experience and I swear that Mae, with no banking experience, could’ve done a better job. What should’ve taken maybe 10 to 15 minutes took almost a half hour… but he got through it… and we were able to leave around 5:30pm. He was the first out the door.

I wanted to have a quick review of the ‘Jerry situation’ with at least Betsy, Rita and Mae before leaving. Barb had a softball game and asked to be excused so she could change into her uniform, which was OK by me. She was too inexperienced to understand the situation with Jerry and having her out of the way was a good thing. The four of us gathered in the lobby just outside the ‘break room’ so that she didn’t hear what I was about to say. It was a reminder that Betsy was the ‘go to’ person when a customer question came up. If she wasn’t available the next in line was Rita but Jerry was the last resort. While I was going over it I happened to look into the ‘break room’ and for some reason Barb had not pulled the door to the rest room fully closed. I know I stumbled a bit with the point I was trying to make as I saw her pulling on her uniform pants. I had at least a 10 to 15 second look at flowered bikini panties before they disappeared under the uniform pants. Up to then I’d not had even a hint of what she wore although, based on her age, bikini’s would have been a safe bet.

I got back on topic and then, before releasing them, asked for their ’take’ on the day. Mae wasted no time in speaking out saying that Jerry was a “real piece of work” or something very close to it. She mimicked him walking around with his fingers together, out in front of him like a preacher, interviewing customers, nodding as he went. I should’ve cut her short but I was having a hard time to keep from laughing. When I did jump in it was to ask if any of them thought that they would have any problem working with him. I distinctly remember them looking around at each other and then hearing Mae say something along the lines of “not as long as he leaves us alone.” Before they left I told then I wouldn’t get there until around noon time and if there was a real problem to call the main office and to ask for Bret if I wasn’t available. On my way home Mae’s last words troubled me a bit but, at the same, time gave me confidence that nothing really bad would happen as long as she was around.

With nothing substantial to eat since I’d left home I was famished. Elle had started a sort of tradition to have spaghetti on Wednesday. She could cook it up at her leisure and then when I got home just warm my portion up. I was really looking forward to it on that evening. It was obvious that Elle had something to tell me just by the way she kind of flitted about. I finally had to tell her to sit down and get it off her chest. Back in the Fall Pat (the PTA lady) had convinced the school Board to offer adult education courses during the evenings during the Winter. I signed up for golf but didn’t stick with it for all that long. Elle had signed up for guitar lessons and did manage to make it to the end. One of the ladies in her class had called her to ask for help and, although far from knowing really how to play, she had grasped the basics. The lady had stopped by a few times and, on this day, wanted to know if Elle was interested in golf. It’s kind of funny now because she’d never ever held a club in her hands up to the time the lady asked. Telling her that she didn’t think so the lady pushed it on her saying that her husband taught golf at the driving range about ten minutes away. Wanting to pay Elle something for her time she convinced her to go with her to the range and at least give it a try… and she did.

Elle was (and still is), a natural athlete and high school she won the outstanding female athlete award. In golf she just thought it took too much time to play a game. But, with the urging of the lady (I don’t remember her name) they headed off. The woman’s husband quickly saw the athleticism but decided to start her off slowly. He suggested that rather that take on a regulation golf course it would be a good idea to start on a par three course. As Elle was telling me this I remembered hearing that there was one in the next town to the East but I had no idea exactly where it was. I’d lived most of my life in the area and had never seen it. With Elle’s enthusiasm and my curiosity, I suggested that we all take a ride after I ate and find it.

There were only two ways to accomplish that… have detailed instructions or… just stumble upon it. Elle had some instructions which got us on the right road but it took two passes to find an almost hidden sign that read “Marshland Links”. Driving on the rutted dirt road I questioned why anyone would put a golf course in such an out of the way location. At the end we found a small house with a sign over the door reading “Office”. It was approaching 8pm and we weren’t going to play so I just went about turning the car around. Before completion of the turn I heard a knock on my window. It was an old man, maybe 70 to 75 years old, and he had a small card in his hand. It was the owner and he wanted to give us a free round of golf. I thanked him but told him it was too late plus we had the kids. When he told us to come back another day it was almost like he was pleading.

I’d bought golf clubs from Bret’s father so I could participate in the adult education program and when we got home I went into the shed I’d erected in the very back of our property to find them. Successful, Elle and I spent the rest of the daylight swinging at waffle golf balls in the back yard. It was a lot of laughs and with the kids to pick them up everybody was involved. Heading inside we decided that we’d take the man up on his offer. The question was… when?

To be continued…

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161f)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161f)

Walking out to the parking lot I could see mayhem. Cars were blocking the entryway and some were even out into the roadway. I went up to one of the cars and asked why they were here so early since the grand opening wasn’t until 10:30am. The answer… she didn’t care. She wanted to be one of the first to open an account and to get her mixer. A check with a few others brought forth similar answers. Any questions about the effectiveness of our advertising was answered by the gaggle of cars within my view. However, I had no idea what to do about it. While trying to guide a few cars up onto the lawn so as to make a pathway a local policeman walked up. He wasn’t too nice when I tried to explain the situation. As I was already stressed I didn’t need more. While we were ‘discussing’ the situation the Trustee/attorney that had been added to the Board because he was from the area walked up. He identified himself and in what I termed as typical “political jargon” proceeded to “suggest” that the officer call for some additional help to “smooth out the chaos”. He, quite nicely, mentioned that the town Supervisor was soon to be arriving and that if he knew what was good for him he’d get it quickly squared away. He did! The branch was located on a road that was also a state highway and, as such, parking was not allowed unless there were curbs. Other than the few hundred feet of the branch property there were none. Within 15 to 20 minutes there were three policemen acting as parking guides. By the time the ceremony was to begin there were cars parked on both sides of the road for at least a quarter of a mile.

The ribbon cutting was, as expected, a little late in getting started. When the doors finally opened it was our trustees who entered first almost filling the lobby. As I explained way back when the branch idea was first conceived by them the decision was made to keep it small. Cost was one concern but since they had no experience in branch banking they had no idea what to expect for acceptance. I didn’t either but I had no idea that there would be so many people there at the opening. I was between a ‘rock and a hard place’ in that I needed to get the Trustees out of the way so the customers could get in and open accounts. I was thinking "what a bunch of dim bulbs!" I spied Gee, the Trustee/attorney from the main office, and told him of my dilemma and he said he’d take care of it. He got the other Trustee/attorney and between them they then got the other Trustees to at least leave the lobby. It was after 11am before the first account was opened.

In spite of the pandemonium before my eyes I still had the main office on my mind. The new account campaign was kicking off for them at the same time. With both Hobie and I at the branch and Jerry no longer there it was left up to Bret to oversee the office. I got through to him before noon and I could tell he was ‘frazzled’. After listening to him I understood why. Even though the bank had been using data transmission since the first of the year there were a lot of new customers who had come in to get their free gift for opening an account and had not experienced it. They just plain didn’t understand how it worked and wanted someone to explain it. Poor Bret was the only available. I did manage to get an indication of how the gifts were being accepted and, much to my surprise, blankets were winning out followed by the electric hand mixer. The electric hand drill was a distant last. It was way to early for me to tell what was happening at the branch but it was nice to have Bret’s information as a guide. I found Hobie and gave him the update. When I did he took the hint and said he’d return to the main office to help Bret out. I busied myself by replenishing the various gifts as needed from the storage trailer and answering questions from customers at the new account tables.

There were still at least a dozen people waiting to open accounts when we shut the doors. It had been so busy that we brought two of the tellers out to process the new account paperwork leaving the other two to input the deposit information to the data center. You might have noticed that I haven’t mentioned Jerry up to now. Because he was THE branch manager he got in all the pictures with the politicians and Trustees. Then he just sort of hovered around casually speaking to the customers proudly telling them that he was the manager. I made sure not to interact with him while the Trustees were there primarily because I still had no idea who his benefactor was. It made me almost sick watching him preening around as if he’d been the one to put the whole thing together. And, by the way, his wife was there for the whole opening celebration. She sat in his office making it basically unusable to open new accounts until after the last of the politicians and Trustees were gone.

There had been no time for a lunch break and once the last customer was gone I called for a “time out”. My observation was that all of them had done an exemplary job and I wanted them to know that it would be noted in their employee file. There was no reason to keep the temporary help any longer so they were excused. I told the others to take some time to “unwind”. While they were doing that I tried to get a tally of how many accounts had been opened and the distribution of gifts. A quick run through showed just under 100 accounts. When I went to the teller machine to get the dollar figure I was disappointed. To be eligible for a gift the deposit had to be a minimum of $500 and the total deposit for the day were less than $75,000 or an average of $750. I surely hoped the main office had done better than that. It was something to think about.

The office only had two rest rooms, both unisex. One was for the public and the other for the staff. That one was in the small “break” room that had a table and six chairs. The ladies quickly claimed that as theirs relegating Jerry to using the public one. I remember seeing his reaction when Betsy told him. He just put his fingers together (as he usually did when hearing news he didn’t like)  holding them out in front of his stomach. Nary a word. As I’d mentioned, storage space was at a minimum in the building and there were some gifts stacked in there as well. So, with the seven females in there together it was ‘close’. After a bit I reminded the four regular employees about doing Their proof to make sure everything balanced. I had my fingers crossed that it would go fairly well so we could all get out of there. It didn’t…

To be continued…

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161e)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161e)

What to do? Remembering that Mike, the main office messenger/custodian, had a small truck I called Bret to have him track him down. Going back to my grandfather’s tried and true ‘mantra’, “first things first”, I knew I had to get the blankets to the main office for their part in the new account campaign. After negotiating with Mike for the use of his truck and getting Bret to cover his messenger runs, I was pretty much satisfied that one problem was solved. Now it was a waiting game until he arrived.

It was mid afternoon when he walked in the front door. He knew he’d be hauling cartons of blankets but he didn’t realize how big the cartons were… 3 feet by 4 feet. I’d split the order which meant 18 cartons. I don’t remember how many there were in the branch lobby but for sure, we had to get them out. It wasn’t the weight that was the problem but the awkwardness of trying to lift and carry them. When delivered the truck driver had put a strap around the box and then sort of flipped it up on his back. We didn’t have a strap. So it was Mike and I to struggle with them. When I asked Jerry to help a panicked look came over his face. All I wanted was for him to steady the boxes as we made our way to the truck. We managed to get a couple of the cartons out of the lobby without dropping them but the third one wasn’t a ‘charm’ and when it fell it split open. That did it! Back inside I gave Jerry a specific order to give us a hand. The first words out of his mouth was “But, my suit…”. My answer was “Take it to a dry cleaner and give us a hand!”. Mike was on his way back to the main office by 4pm. In spite of the labor he had to put forth he was a happy man. I told him we’d pay him $100 for the use of his truck. Knowing that no one would be at the office to help unload it I told him to head on home and we'd do it in the morning.

The one thing that went well was the training of the part timers. Once the cartons of blankets were out of the lobby we set up the card tables for them to operate from and made up a display of the gifts. Betsy led that part of it and did a nice job. It was the first opportunity to even think about VPL’s or DP’s and Betsy didn’t disappoint. Wearing khaki pants had usually proved to be a ‘winner’ when it came to VPL’s and it sure was on this day. The crotch line wasn’t all that big (as compared to Van Raalte panties) but it was certainly visible. After all was set up  I gave women a ’test’ and role played opening new accounts. In an effort to save some time we were going to use the idea that Gina had come up with where the customer got a receipt for the deposit and the passbook would be mailed later. I was more than pleased with how quickly they were able to do all the necessary paperwork and stopped worrying about their performance. Driving home I was satisfied with the way the staff was working together. Mae was definitely watching her sister and nieces like a hawk so the decision to hire them was a plus.

I'd contacted Bret and told him to meet me at the bank by 8am so we could help unload the blankets from Mike’s truck. Where to store them had been an overhanging item of concern. For the previous new account campaign we stored most of the gifts in the area that Hobie now occupied. Thankfully, with the exception of the blankets, most of the items didn’t take up much space and Bret had a ready supply of them under the stairs right outside Hobie’s space. But… there were the blankets to consider. Lying awake in bed I came up with the idea of using the coat room. With it now being Summer the room was little used. I had to wait until I got to the office to make sure it would work and was relieved that, although no the ideal solution, it would work.

With three of us unloading the truck it didn’t take much time. I wanted to get to the branch fairly early, just to be sure, but had time to check out the gift display and to meet Maggie (Moira’s daughter) and her co-workers as they prepared for their second day of training. Because they were there during the hours the bank was open they were dressed more formally than the crew at the branch. Maggie had ‘filled out’ a bit more since the last time I’d had a chance to ’survey’ her. Wearing a Summer weight pinafore I could visualize the opportunity for a peek of two but knew I’d have to wait. The other two girls were rather plain and one had a distinguishing characteristic of a lisp. In a small way she reminded me of Sabrina (oops… now Lisa) although nowhere as cute (did I say that?). Lorie assured me that they were progressing with their training but commented that she wished Moira would stop checking on Maggie.

When I arrived at the branch it was being decorated with red, white and blue banners. The ad agency had lined up political dignitaries for the ribbon cutting the next day as well as a photographer. I was assured that “all bases were covered”. Jerry was sitting behind his desk in his office when I walked in. I bypassed him and went right to Betsy to ask what, if anything, he’d done since arriving. I got a sly smile for an answer. Mae had over heard the question and I got a roll of the eyes from her. This was certainly going to be an interesting operation.

The day before the ladies had decided to eat lunch in the building. Mae and her sister volunteered to make salads and to purchase some deli meats and rolls. When I was invited to join them I asked about Jerry and Mae just laughed. She said something like it was beneath him to eat with the peons. My only thought was how stupid the Trustees had been to hire this guy. I foresaw only problems. Lunch was fun. Mae was very funny and kept us smiling the whole time. Her sister was exactly the opposite and extremely quiet. Her daughters seem to follow in her lead and, with Mae there to guide them, I felt very confident that that portion of the opening would go without a hitch.

The ribbon cutting was scheduled for 10:30am on Wednesday. It was the earliest that the political dignitaries could be put together. I arrived at 8:30am and found the staff all dressed up and ready to go… except for Jerry. He arrived at 9am. I swore I wasn’t going to get involved with him so I just kept a low profile… until one of the Trustees came in to say there wasn’t any more space in the parking lot. Local zoning told us just how many spaces we were allowed based upon the square footage of the footprint of the building. I’d taken up three spaces for the trailer that held the gifts and had told the staff to car pool. I knew Mae had brought her sister and her nieces and after checking with the others could only account for four cars. I was puzzled… but not for long.

To be continued…

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161d)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161d)

Sunday started off for me in the usual way… 8am church… but that was the only thing normal for the whole day. I had to make up for losing all day Saturday to the sailing club which meant a trip to the landfill and then do the lawn. When I stopped for lunch the girls asked if we could all go to the beach. There was a list of things that needed attention around the house and yard but their pleadings, with a strong hint from Elle, changed my thinking. As they changed clothes it came to me that it would work out in a positive manner. The racks for the Sunfish sailboats had been completed and I could take one of our boats and claim a spot down low. In hitching up the trailer I had a guilty feeling come over me as I remembered that all the debris from the renovation of the bathrooms was still on the porch of the club and pretty much knew it would be left for Rex to tote away. I didn’t mention it to Elle but had it in mind to see what I could do to help him when I got there.

I really thought I was smart by bringing the Sunfish but I wasn’t the first to do so. There were a bunch of them already ensconced on the new racks but there were still a few available on the bottom.  After we got the boat to the water and set it up Anne had it in her mind that it, the new one, was hers and was ready to take off on it. The reaction when I told her that it actually belonged to her mother wasn’t pretty. However, I let Elle sort that out as I made my way to the clubhouse. All the debris from when the guys had ripped everything out of the bathrooms was stacked on the porch. In inspecting the work that had been done on Saturday I found that Rex and his brother, along with another guy who I didn’t recognize, had finished it up and installed the partitions and doors for the toilet stalls. To me, all that was really necessary now was some paint. However, I saw a pile of boards stacked against the one free wall and asked about them. It seems that the mothers who acted as chaperones during the sailing lessons had petitioned the officers of the club to get ‘cubby’ shelves built to keep clothes and other personal things from just being dropped on the floor. Rex said he was taking the week off from work and would get them built by the weekend. The project at hand was to get rid of the junk and, in me, he had a somewhat willing hand.

We loaded up both my trailer and the back of the other guy’s pick up and headed for the landfill. Upon our return we found a few Sunfish out sailing. Others had the same idea as we had and that was to get their boats there and onto a lower rack. However, when they saw Elle out on the water they elected to join her. Seeing a bunch of multi colored sails on the water was a sure sign Summer was upon us.

There was still some cleaning up to do so the four of us concentrated on that. When finished we went down to the water’s edge to see just who the sailors were. I thought I recognized one as being Bobbi, a girl who had crewed for me back when I raced the Comet class sailboat and had grown up living in the same beach community and Elle and I. As she made her way closer to shore I didn’t recognize the young boy who was with her. My mother still kept pretty close tabs on all the marriages that took place in the beachfront community but I’d not heard about Bobbi getting married. Once on shore we reconnected and she laughingly introduced me to her nephew who was going to be taking sailing lessons that Summer. He was the son of her sister, Nora, who I also knew. It was a shock to realize just how many of the kids I’d grown up with now had kids old enough to be taking sailing lessons.

We chatted until Elle sailed up. It was then that Bobbie turned around to start de-rigging the boat and when she did I got a very nice VPL. Even on relatively calm days it’s almost impossible to go sailing on a Sunfish without getting your ‘fanny’ wet and wet cotton shorts are especially good at giving off vivid VPL’s. I knew that when she’d sailed with me she wore Lollipop cotton bikini panties and I wondered if she still did. It was a nice way to end what had been a very productive day.

Monday was shaping up to be an incredibly busy day. The temporary help to open new accounts for both offices were to start. I’d entrusted Bret to oversee the ones for the main office because I wanted to see for myself just who Mae had lined up for the branch and what they looked like. Because no one at the branch had ever experienced a new account campaign (except for Jerry, who I totally discounted) I wanted to be on top of the whole thing. I'd talked to the girl Jerry had hired but didn't have transportation to get to the main office for training and Mae had recruited two of her neighbor's daughters for the job. It only took a few minutes to put my mind at ease as to how capable they’d be. It was obvious that Mae had ‘schooled’ them all over the weekend. It was a good thing that I didn’t have to spend time on that as the next big ‘hiccup’ was soon upon me.

Going back a few posts you might remember that ‘Polack Joe’ had raised some questions about the choice of gifts for the new account promotion. He was primarily concerned that we weren’t offering blankets, the most popular item when we’d held our first promotion. I was tasked with finding suitable ones (at least in the branch committee’s eyes) and getting them ordered and delivered on short notice. The problem ended up being that I couldn’t get a definitive date for delivery. I was having Betsy and Jerry decide just where to set the new account tables up while I tried to figure out just how many of each gift we should have readily available inside the branch. I was in the storage trailer when I heard a loud air horn. Sticking my head out the door I saw this very dilapidated truck parked on the shoulder of the road. A very large colored man (remember, it’s still the 60’s) was standing next to it and upon seeing me asked where he was to “dump the junk” (actual words).

I went out to talk with him and was informed that the whole load of blankets was to be delivered to the branch address. I told him that it was a split delivery but he insisted it wasn’t… and he wasn’t budging. I was faced with all the blankets being dropped off there or having the whole load returned to the warehouse. (BTW: because we’d contracted for them so close to the opening there would be no ‘drop shipping’ of them… all or nothing at the initial delivery) By the time they were unloaded there was basically no vacant space in the branch or the storage trailer.

To be continued…

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161c)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161c)

My concerns about Barbara were more personal than anything else. If you’ve been reading this blog for any time at all you know I enjoyed ‘wet play’ with Elle, my wife. Our older two girls had been well versed in the trials and tribulations of Elle’s incontinence and in seeing their mother walking around with her panties (wet and dry) showing under a blouse/top or nightie. Kaye, the youngest was still a bit of a problem in that vein but not overly so. Whenever we had company stay for a day or two we managed to skirt the situation without incident. When Barbara had stayed those few day back in early November it was more of an inconvenience (to me) to keep things somewhat normal (as it was in most homes). But with two weeks, and maybe more, of having Barbara being around it was going to be difficult for both Elle and I.

When Phyllis left I wanted to go over some things with Elle concerning just what we were to be doing with and for Barbara during her stay with us. When she’d stayed back in November we’d driven her to work and picked her up for those few days. It wasn’t a burden for just those few times but it was a totally different season (late Fall and cold) and Elle had different demands on her time. As I expressed my concerns Elle just sat their smiling. Finally, she told me “not to worry”. Unless it was raining Barbara would ride her bike to work and back. Next on my ‘list’ had to do with how to keep from having a mini war between our girls when it came to where she was going to sleep. Still smiling, Elle said she was going to be in Anne’s room for her whole stay. Hearing that, all I could see was trouble. Still with the smile she went on to say that each of the girls would rotate and switch beds. The first five nights Anne would be in her own bed. For the next five, Kaye would move into Anne’s bed. Finally, Jean would do the switch. Elle seemed so confident that it would work I didn’t bother to comment… but had my doubts. The last item had to do with Barbara’s bedwetting. Elle had exposed her to her own way way of handling it with her night time ‘package’ made of multiple cotton panties, sanitary pads and a plastic panty. I hadn’t heard anything about weather Phyllis had bought into it and was curious. I did remember Elle telling me that Phyllis had shared a concern with her that she thought Barbara might be wetting on purpose and that was certainly among my thoughts… mostly negative. Only 16 (but soon to be 17) it seemed unusual. I thought it might be a way for her to masturbate. I’ll admit I knew very little about how females masturbated because, as far as I knew, Elle didn’t. All in all, it was an item of concern.

Fully expecting to be building storage racks for the Sunfish sailboats at the sailing club I was not expecting to find the front porch filled with all kinds of boxes and sheet plywood. There were about six guys there when I arrived and Rex, the property manager, was explaining what needed to be done. It turned out that one of the new members from the previous Summer was appalled with the bathrooms and donated money to recondition and upgrade them. With the donation coming late and only this weekend to get it done there hadn’t been time to get the word out that there would be no toilets. Rex told us we were to be the ‘wrecking crew’, ripping out the counters, partitions and plumbing. It sounded like fun and we were all anxious to get started.

By mid morning, with some additional help, we had both the men’s and ladies rooms stripped. Rex and his brother were accomplished carpenters and each would tackle a room. They only needed one helper each which freed the rest of us to build the racks. Most of the old racks were either washed away or destroyed in the September storm. There had been complaints about the old ones in that the kids couldn’t lift the boats high enough to put them on the top rungs so we were building to a new design. The women, as in past years, weren’t expected to arrive until around noon time. The plan for them was to prepare lunch for the guys and then do a good cleaning of the clubhouse. As they started to arrive I was hard pressed to recognize most of them. When Elle showed up I had to ask about it. It was a simple explanation: the success of the Junior sailing program. They were the mothers of the kids in the program and they were not part of the racing crowd that I was involved in. Watching them arrive there were definitely some ‘possibilities’ in the group. I couldn’t wait for lunch to make a close up review.

The call went out that lunch was ready and, at almost the same time, the discovery that there were no toilets. There were over a dozen females and some were quite upset while some just shrugged it off. Elle was among the latter but I pretty much knew why… she was wearing a partial “package”. I’d forewarned Elle that there was a possibility that the cesspool might not’ve been dug out yet. When the word got passed among them I smiled. After that they didn't stay too long because with all the carpentry work going on inside the clubhouse they weren’t going to be cleaning it anyway. So much for my high hopes.

Most of the guys stayed until 5pm when Rex called it a day. The toilets, counters and sinks had been installed with only the stall partitions to be installed. All the Sailfish racks had been built and placed. I, for one, was exhausted and certainly glad we weren’t racing the car that night. I was looking for a nice dinner and to be able to relax on the screened in porch. But, there was no one home. So, to kill time I took a shower and headed for the porch. I fell asleep within minutes and I never heard Elle drive up. The first I knew that she was back was when I heard the screen door latch. She was standing right in front of me… and the first thing I saw was a big wet spot in her crotch. I was awake in a nanosecond.

When Elle had left home to go to the club she dropped each of the kids off at different places so they could play with their friends. Upon leaving the club she decided to go home and just take it easy. It wasn’t often that she was home without the kids. She’d fallen asleep and woke up wet. When she washed up and changed she, to please me, had put on two nylon satin panties. Then she headed out to collect the kids. However, with each stop she ended up chatting with the mother and before she realized it, the 6pm siren was going off. She wasn’t all the way home when she felt the first ‘gush’ and when she stepped out of the station wagon… well… I was looking at the result... and, surprisingly, she let me have a picture.
             

To be continued...

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161b)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161b)

When Mae returned she had two big padlocks. In the course of conversation I’d mentioned that I’d need to get locks for the storage trailer and she’d obviously heard it. I remember thinking that, in Mae, the bank had a ‘diamond in the rough’ as she handed them to me. Her former husband had been an independent, over the road, trucker and had left all kinds of stuff behind after the divorce. The locks were actually made for trailers like the one in the parking lot. I asked what she wanted for them and she just waved me away.

By two o’clock I still hadn’t seen or heard from the guy who was bringing our supplies and small equipment from the main office. Another call to Bret got me the information that Ward, the guy’s boss, was out looking for him. On that, all I could do was to continue to wait. It was when the women took a break in mid afternoon that Jerry re-appeared. I can’t really do justice to describing the sad sack demeanor he presented almost all the time but this was really bad. During the break I had taken a few minutes to sort of explain my situation with Jerry. Knowing that they would have to work with him I tempered my comments a bit saying that Jerry, with many years experience with another bank, had been having a hard time adjusting to the way we wanted things to be done and that we’d had some differences of opinion. I also told them that when in doubt about a procedure to go back to the materials that Lorie had provided them during their training. It was Rita who asked if they should go to Jerry and I had to watch myself in answering. I told them to start with Betsy and if they were still unsure to go to Jerry… but have someone write the situation down from beginning to end and have Betsy keep the report.

As Gracie started back to working with the group Mae walked past me and motioned me towards the store room.  I couldn’t imagine what that was about but all she wanted was to ask me to wait around a bit after the training was over for the day. I told her I would but wondered what she wanted. Was she upset with what had happened earlier and was going to quit? I had no idea and would have to wait to see.

The missing delivery showed up around 4pm or so. Jerry stayed in his office but I had to get him to help unload the truck so as to not interfere with Gracie’s training session. To give further indication of just how ‘far out’ Jerry was, he had come to work in a suit and tie in spite of my direction to dress “casual”. When I told him what I wanted him to do he hesitated… but only for a few seconds. I know he was concerned about his suit but I didn’t care. I wish we had video back then because Jerry was a sight to behold. Wimp doesn’t even qualify as a word for his description. The driver of the truck (he’d had a tire blow out and no spare) was close to 70, if not older, and he was carrying three times as much as Jerry.  Not a word was spoken between the two of us and I liked it like that. However, it did keep me mindful of what was to come when he would let Hobie know about my ‘words’ with him.

Gracie had to leave at 5pm so I told the others to have a nice weekend. Jerry wasted no time in leaving which made it easier to meet up with Mae. As I’ve described her in previous posts, a no nonsense “bull dog”, she wasted no time in making her point and it was about Jerry. She wanted me to know that it was Jerry’s wife that had made the hiring selections. She told me she was shocked to see Betsy and Rita at the main office for training. But what was puzzling to me was that they had weak personalities and that she, Mae, had a VERY strong one. I had to ask how she passed the ‘test’. She laughed (a hearty one, at that) and said it was actually his wife who told him to hire her. I know I had a smile on my face when I heard that. Her sister lived in the house next to the one Jerry had just purchased. I remembered when Jerry had shown me the house he was buying and that I’d noticed an old race car in the back yard of the neighbor’s house. Mae’s sister had been very helpful during the transition and moving period for Jerry and his wife and she asked them for a favor… to interview Mae for a job. She intimated that she’d actually been hired before the interview took place.

That didn’t bother me as much as the confirmation of my fears that Jerry’s wife had actually been involved in making the choices of who to hire and who not to hire. In Mae, I saw a strong, confident personality who I had a feeling wouldn’t put up with much of Jerry’s ‘namby pamby’ ways. At least I hoped she wouldn’t. As open as the conversation had been I took a big chance and asked what she thought of both Betsy and Rita. She didn’t say a word but flashed a smile and had two thumbs up. I really, really liked this woman, even if she wasn’t anything to look at.

With the branch as my first priority I hadn’t given the race car much thought. On Friday nights the crew would get together to finish up preparation for Saturday’s races. By the time I got home, changed my clothes and ate it was almost 8pm. I never called Cliffy to find out if the guy who was checking out the cylinder heads had found anything. So, when I arrived at the shop  and found no one there it was the signal that we definitely were not racing the next night. But with us not racing it gave me two nights off. I already knew Saturday was going to be a full day what with getting the sailing club fully ready for the upcoming season and to go off racing after that was going to be tough. So, I rationalized that it was a good thing and immediately started thinking about what might be in store for me at home in just a few minutes.

The last person I expected to find at home was our soon to be moving neighbor, Phyllis. She was there to make sure we were still up to letting her daughter, Barbara, stay with us for a few weeks. When she first asked, and Elle had OK’d it, I had some concerns… and still did… but I’d held my tongue. They had to be totally out of the house before July 1st and Phyllis, her other daughter, Mo, and her three boys were leaving for a relative’s home near Philadelphia in a week. Bill, her husband (and school principal) was going to stay at the school board chairman’s lodge during the expected two weeks it would take to finish their new house she wanted everything in place before she left.

To be continued…

SUMMER HEAT... so much going on (Part 161a)

SUMMER HEAT… so much going on (Part 161a)

In our world there were three different starts to Summer… the unofficial one, Memorial Day… the one the kids all recognized, the last day of school… and the one on the calendar. That Friday was the official start of Summer. Elle and the kids were going to celebrate it by going to the beach and I was off to the new branch. I wanted to be there early and it was a good thing because as I pulled in to the parking lot there was a delivery truck already there. I’d called the premium/gift distributor earlier in the week to confirm the delivery date of the items for both the branch and main office and been told it was to be on Monday. So much for my effort. The trailer we’d rented to store the gifts was in place but as the gifts were loaded inside I made the discovery that there was no lock for the doors. Just another thing to add on my ‘to do’ list.

The first to arrive was Gracie. Seeing me in the parking lot, she greeted me with a big smile. I was curious to see what she’d chosen to wear and as she stepped out of her car I saw that I had a decent chance for at least a VPL. I immediately wondered if she was still wearing the ‘dimpled’ panties that I’d seen when she she handled the training for the tellers at the main office. Betsy was next and I wasn’t surprised to see her wearing bright colors. Her Bermudas were a pale yellow and fit her nicely... a definite possibility. Mae… she took my directive to dress comfortably literally as she arrived looking like a cleaning lady. As I remember it, neither Rita or Barb wore anything close to providing anything interesting. At least  with two of them there was something there to hope for.

Jerry was the last to show up. I’d resisted saying anything the least bit critical to him the previous day but, with him as the manager and being the last to appear, it ’frosted’ me. I called him over to the trailer to show him the way the gifts had been stored inside. On the way I asked him, point blank, where he was… why was he late. His answer was almost unbelievable. As I type this I’m sitting here smiling, remembering it. “You told me you didn’t want me involved in the teller machine training.” That was it for me and I couldn’t hold back any longer. It was almost six months of frustration observing and dealing with him that came out. Fortunately, the ladies were inside and didn’t hear me. My tirade probably lasted five minutes and the one thing I definitely remember saying (yelling) was “YOU ARE A F__KING IDIOT!”

To calm down I took a walk around the property. As I did I made some mental notes concerning fencing and other property boundaries. Back inside the trainees were observing Gracie finishing up the tests. The phone company tests to assure connectivity had been done a while back but this test was to make sure the data center was processing our transactions the proper way. I’m not sure when I first spied Jerry. He was in his office sitting at his desk and talking on the phone. There were things he could be doing but I knew if I said anything I’d ‘explode’ all over again so I left him alone.

The rest of supplies and small equipment were supposed to arrive by late morning and when they didn’t I called Bret. The man Ward had hired to move the things had left the main office around 10am. It was, under normal conditions, only a 35 to 40 minute trip so I began to wonder where he was. With cell phones still years away, there was no way to track him down so all I could do was wait. I was behind the teller counter when I saw the front door open. I immediately thought it was the man. Wrong! It was Jerry’s wife. She headed right for me and started yelling as she crossed the lobby floor. Her pet phrase, used many times, was “You son of a bitch!" She wanted to know how I had the nerve to call Jerry “an idiot". It took all the restraint I had not to answer. I wanted to go right up to her and tell her “because he is!”… but I didn’t. Of course, the five women had no idea what this was all about and just stood there staring. I excused myself from their company and headed for the back door. In a way I hoped Jerry’s wife would follow but she didn’t. I waited outside for about ten minutes and then walked around to the front of the building. There were five cars and I recognized all of them. That told me she was gone. Back inside again, I could see Gracie was back to working with two of the women, actually using the machines. I looked into Jerry’s office but he was gone. Mae yelled over to me that he’d left with his wife. At this point I didn’t care. Some reality of the situation was now making it’s way to my brain and I began to worry what would be the ultimate outcome.

A few of the women had brought something to eat for lunch but some didn’t. I told those who hadn’t they were free to go home if they could be back in an hour. Gracie and Betsy were the two who had brought food and I was happy about that. With Betsy being designated the head teller it was important that she knew as much about the machines as possible and Gracie was the one to show her. While together I suggested that Gracie show Betsy the ‘inner workings’ of the machine just as she’d shown me. I’d used a few of the tricks she’d shown me to make casual repairs and to save time waiting for a service person. I pulled one of the machines out and Gracie stripped the covers away. Then she squatted down to get to the ‘guts’ of it and encouraged Betsy to do the same. The timing of this couldn’t have come at a better time. I was blessed with not one DP (down pants) but two! As I had suspected, Gracie was wearing her ‘dimpled’ panties. I had about two inches of panty to observe so that was an easy call. For Betsy, I didn’t recognize the waist elastic of her blue panties but I was pretty sure they were cotton. Now aware of that I tried to position myself to see if I’d be rewarded with a VPL. When Gracie changed position she just duck walked her way there but Betsy had to get up to move. She didn’t go back to squatting but chose to bend over Gracie’s shoulder. It put a smile on my face for the first time since Jerry had shown up that morning.

To be continued…

HEADING FOR SUMMER... and whatever it brings (Part 160v)

HEADING FOR SUMMER… and whatever it brings (Part 160v)

The entourage (Jerry, the four trainees and I) arrived at the branch around 2pm. I had Mike (the messenger custodian) load as many boxes as we could fit into the four cars to save time. Ward, the owner of the cleaning service we had for the main office, had arranged for one of his employees who owned a truck to bring the bulk of the supplies and small equipment we’d purchased on Friday. I figured the six of us could find places to put what we brought while getting a ‘feel’ for the place. We couldn’t do any machine training until Gracie showed up so getting familiar with the layout was what I wanted to concentrate on. I was pleasantly pleased at how clean it was, both inside and out. The contractor had met the deadline and both the interior and exterior looked good. After getting the boxes inside I focused on the teller area with the four women. Jerry busied himself with getting his desk placed where he wanted it. It somewhat annoyed me that it was his priority but on the other hand I didn’t have to deal with him.

I don’t remember who it was that raised the question of where the toilet paper was. It was a good question. After a quick peek in all the closets and cabinets none was found. Back at the main office Ward supplied all the paper products as part of his contract. The lack of them was a wake-up call that a cleaning service was needed but the immediate problem was what were the women to do without toilet paper. I asked where the nearest stores were located. As I previously mentioned, the branch was located in a developing area and there wasn’t a readily identifiable town or village center. There weren’t convenience stores at each gas station back in the 60’s so I ended up asking who lived the closest. It was Barb, the youngest of the group that spoke up, saying she lived about 15 minutes away. She offered to call her mother and to have her bring some over but no one answered the phone. I could see Rita was the one in obvious distress. Mae then spoke up and said her sister was about the same distance away, saying she’d be right back. When I looked for Rita she was no where in sight. I couldn’t help but have to stifle a bit of a smile knowing she would be a little wet when she returned. I stayed busy suggesting where some of the supplies could/should go. When Mae got back the other two women made straight for the ladies room. I did smile at that.

Gracie called to say she’d be there at 9am the next day. Since we weren’t going to be open to the public I told her to dress comfortably. I was looking forward to seeing her again. I really liked her attitude and knew she’d give the trainees a good head start. Telling her about how to dress reminded me to tell the trainees the same thing. Even though the place was clean I figured there would be times they would be on their hands and knees or in awkward positions. It wasn’t until I was on my way home that I got to thinking about the VPL or DP possibilities that might be presented. Betsy was the one I thought of immediately. Mae was the only one I couldn’t visualize as a candidate. However, after watching her work for just the few hours we were there, I made a mental note that she was one to watch for a future promotion. It wasn’t that I was disappointed in what I’d seen from Betsy but Mae had a lot of self confidence, a needed trait for dealing with Jerry.

Even though we’d had a nice, sunny day it was cloudy by the time I got back to the bank. I didn’t stay for very long before heading for home. By the time I got to the post office it was starting to drizzle. For the most part bad weather started in the East and headed West and this was, again, the case. Pulling up the driveway I saw Elle with a bunch of wash in her arms rushing over the path to the patio. Once inside I saw her folding it on the kitchen counter. When she turned towards me I saw something, not very big, between her legs. She saw me staring and asked what I was looking at. I figured she knew so sort of laughed. She didn’t like being laughed at and scolded me, ordering me to tell her. I hesitated and then pointed to her crotch. I can’t remember exactly what I said but I think I accused her of trying to kid me. Then, still staring at me, shook her head saying “What!”. My response, still with a smile… “you’re wet!”

She’d been on the phone when the storm appeared and by the time she hung up it had started to sprinkle. Realizing that she still had wash on the line she ran outside to retrieve it. She had just finished  gathering it up in her arms when I appeared and was running into the house when I drove up. She honestly didn’t realize she’d wet herself. When she finally acknowledged it she started to laugh as well… but, because she actually needed to use the bathroom when she’d run outside… and still did… she peed a little more. I tried to intercept her on the way but she eluded me and got her pants down. So, with the closet with the camera right outside the bathroom I grabbed the camera. When she emerged and saw me with the camera she started to say “No” but then resignedly nodded an OK.
         

After the picture, with the clothes in her arms, she headed upstairs… with me right behind her. She heard me and started shaking her head from side to side. Once in the bedroom I knew I’d have to do a ‘sell job’ to get another picture but the question was ‘What to offer?’. After a few seconds I asked her what it would take knowing full well that I’d opened myself up… big time. She flopped the clothes on the bed and immediately followed but quickly turned to be on her back… and with a smile. I was hesitant to ask and when I did she surprised me by saying she didn’t know… yet. The ‘yet’ was a bit troubling but there she was, legs spread apart and waiting for the picture.
         

 All in all it had been a good day. Actually, a very good day and it wasn’t over yet. She didn’t let me ‘play’ but for a minute saying she had to check on the kids who were in the basement. As she went out the door I saw a smile and a twinkle in her eye. Bedtime couldn’t come soon enough.

To be continued…

HEADING FOR SUMMER... and whatever it brings (Part 160u)

HEADING FOR SUMMER… and whatever it brings (Part 160u)

While trying to wrap my mind about that I got word that the rental trailer for storing the gifts had been delivered. Mae, one of the tellers in training, let me know she’d gotten a commitment from her sister and two nieces to handle new accounts during the branch opening celebration weeks. As if that wasn’t enough good news Barney, the sign guy married to my cousin, stopped in to say that he’d just connected the power to the new signs he’d made and installed on the ends of the branch building. A bit on the negative side, I noticed Jerry was participating, verbally, in the training on the teller machines. That concerned me because one of the rules the bank had was that officers were not to make entries in passbooks. I’d pretty much avoided Jerry since my ‘blow up’ at him the preceding week. I asked Lorie what was the reason and she said he wanted to understand just how the machines worked. I laughed because I honestly believed he couldn’t even begin to understand the whole concept of data transmission using phone lines. So… I stepped in and asked him to come to my desk. He clearly wasn’t happy about it. As we walked to my desk I was wishing I had even the slightest hint of what Hobie had said to him after the ‘blow up’ because he had pretty much ‘behaved’ since then.

I started by alluding to Hobie’s ‘chat’ with him and then came right out and told him I didn’t know what had been said. I told him it didn’t really matter just as long as we both went by the same rules. I told him I was told that he reported to me and he had to clear any major decision making though me. I then asked him if he understood that. He nodded affirmatively and when he did I asked him why he was verbally involved in the machine training. He didn’t answer and when he didn’t I told him to stay away from all the training. I expected him to respond in some way but all I got was a blank stare. With him looking right at me I can still remember me shaking my head in disbelief.

To get him out of the way I had Bret work with him on gathering all the forms that had been printed for the branch in anticipation of delivering them to the site. However the lack of a CO made delivery of them a potential problem. But my immediate problem was in coming up with ways to keep Jerry out of the way.

The rest of the day (and most of Tuesday) was spent on the phone with a combination of problem solving, both big and small. If Jerry had been able to be trusted most of these items could’ve been handled by him. Certainly not far from my thoughts was the full Board meeting on Wednesday. Hobie had warned me to be prepared to be called in even though I was not scheduled to be at the meeting. The reason? Because all the members would be there and the chances were extremely high that there were some who would be clueless as to what was happening as far as the branch was concerned.

Fast forwarding to Wednesday and the meeting itself; I’d worked myself up to having a headache by the time the members started walking across the lobby. Board meetings for me had always been stressful and that was even when I was prepared for what I’d be doing or saying. Not knowing what to expect made for, in my mind, an impossible situation for me. Bret commiserated with me which at least made some time pass. When it got to be close to 4pm I made the mistake of thinking I was ‘safe’. I was on the phone with the distributor for the blankets we were giving away for the promotion when Trish walked up and signaled for me to head upstairs. It was a long walk!

I’ll spare you the details but, in synopsis, the acting Board chairman lost control of the meeting when it got to the report on the branch. Gee, the local Trustee/attorney stepped up and, according to what Hobie told me later, “laid down the law”. Evidently, there was a small group who didn’t like some of the things about the branch itself as well as the promotion and tried to make suggestions. That led to a mini battle of words and accusations. Gee, being an attorney and with courtroom experience, told them it was too late for any of that. Hobie didn’t mention any names but I had my own ideas of just who the dissident Trustees were. It was after Gee gained control of the meeting that I was called in. The saying “He had my back” was certainly the case here because he ‘filtered’ the questions I had to answer, deftly rejecting any that were subjective. All I had to do was give empirical data or the status of a particular item (i.e.: the signs on the building). One positive thing that did come from my reporting the delay in getting our Certificate of Occupancy was that the new Trustee/attorney from the area where the branch was located said he’d personally take care of the problem. I was told to await his call in the morning. My time in the meeting was probably less than a half hour but, by the time I returned to my desk I was wringing wet from perspiration… and with a headache that was about as bad as I’d ever experienced. I felt so bad I didn’t wait around for Hobie before leaving.

Heading home, it was difficult to drive. Once there I told Elle I couldn’t eat and grabbed three or four Anacin (my mother lived on them in place of aspirin) and went upstairs to bed. I never heard Elle when she joined me. By daylight the pain was acceptable and I could string one thought behind another. I had a hard time remembering my time in the meeting though. My focus was on the statement made by the Trustee about the Certificate of Occupancy problem. I figured that being able to get in the building even on Friday would be a help. Now all I had to do was wait for his call. It didn’t take long. It came around 10am and he said we could move in immediately. I told Hobie and then made arrangements to start moving supplies and people. I also told him that I was going to be there to oversee everything. I did have a fleeting thought that he might tell me to let Jerry do it but he didn’t. When I told Jerry he seemed almost stoic. It was a bit chaotic but by noon everything was in motion. When I called the data center they were very helpful and told me they would send Gracie (their training person) out to monitor the test transmissions. Hearing that made my day.

To be continued…

HEADING FOR SUMMER... and whatever it brings (Part 160t)

HEADING FOR SUMMER... and whatever it brings (Part 160t)

It was not physically possible for me to accomplish everything that needed to be done on Saturday… even with me getting up early. The ‘killer’ was it was the first of two Saturdays to get the sailing club opened up and ready for the season. In the past I’d looked forward to it to be able to reconnect with some of the Summer only people. But my mind was on all the things I still needed to get done at home and, all before 3pm when Cliffy would stop to pick me up for the races. At the club, as usual, we were short of people. Thank goodness Rex, the maintenance guru, anticipated it and got his brother involved. He was a ‘horse’ and, because his business was as a carpenter, he had the know how to get needed repairs done quickly and done right. I’d warned Rex I’d have to leave by 1pm but looking at the progress we’d made I didn’t feel guilty. In leaving, I saw a few more people arriving so that was good.

After a flying trip to the landfill (dump) the lawn was next. I don’t think I’d ever cut it as fast as I did after I got home. Elle had some things she wanted help with and, somehow, I managed to get most done before Cliffy and the race car pulled up in front of the house. The only thing I didn’t get done was to shower… and I apologized to the crew about it. The only one who was visibly/vocally upset was Buster. Of all the crew he was the one who liked to criticize just about anyone or anything so I ignored his jibes.

On the whole we were pretty upbeat about our chances for that night. With virtually no money earned since we won on opening night it meant we should be starting up near the front… always a good thing. The previous week we didn’t even get one lap of warm-ups, crashing into the first turn wall. We were lucky in that the tire wasn’t damaged and it was felt the tires we had would still be good. I remember having fingers crossed on both hands as Cliffy pulled out onto the track for his practice laps. It was obvious that some adjustments still had to be made as the car wanted to push out in the turns so Cliffy pulled the car in and Alan and Dick went to work on it. By the third practice the car looked better. We started third in our qualifying heat and even though the car still wasn’t right we did qualify. More adjustments were made before the main event and when we pulled onto the track for the feature we were all pretty confident. When we took the lead I was already counting the money.

The ‘old saw’, counting your chickens before they hatch, was certainly appropriate in this case. All of a sudden Cliffy pulled into the infield and within seconds we could see steam coming from the overflow tank. All I could think was “Not again!”. He had to remain in the infield until the race was over so we got to watch C J win with his new Chevy motor. By the time it was over the motor had cooled down enough for Cliffy to drive it into the pit area. There was no doubt in his mind that the problem was another blown head gasket. What had him really upset about that was we’d tried a new (expensive) set of gaskets designed to mitigate that situation. We were all pretty discouraged by then.

One thing about true racers is that they’d rather beat you on the track than to see you have a problem and drop out like we did. Any number of car owners and drivers stopped by to see what was wrong and if they could help. One was a man no one recognized. He ended up talking with Cliffy and offered to take a look at the cylinder heads we were using. His thoughts were that there were tiny cracks in the castings and if he was right he had a solution. He owned and ran a machine shop that catered to racers. His son was a racer and competed in the most high powered class of ‘Saturday night racers’, the super modifieds. In that division you had no limitations (or very few) as to what you could do to a motor. He ended up making an offer to check our cylinder heads for free. The only ‘catch’ was we had to bring them to him and he was located right outside the city.

On the trip home we discussed our options and there really weren’t any. We’d already done what other racers had suggested to correct our problem and it hadn’t worked. All we had to do was dismantle the motor (or part of it) and find a volunteer to drive the heads to the guy’s shop. As it turned out, that was the biggest problem. Cliffy went to the garage first thing on Sunday morning and got the heads off the engine, cleaned them up and put them in boxes for delivery. Joe was the only one who worked anywhere near the city so he was tasked (somewhat unwillingly) for the job.

With signs of Summer all around, Sunday for me was dedicated to getting our Sunfish sailboats out, washing off the farm dust they collected over the Winter and finding all the component parts. Sailing lessons were to begin in two weeks and the older two girls got all excited seeing the boats in the driveway. As I worked on the boats I couldn’t help but wish time away. The new branch office was like a millstone around my neck and I had about a month until I’d be somewhat free of it.

Monday was the first day the new tellers actually worked with the teller machines. Lorie had told me Rita was a “star” and would have no trouble adapting to them. She wasn’t too sure about Barb, who she called “slow”, but liked her attitude. Her description of Mae was that she was a “bulldog” and really had no doubt she’d learn the machine quickly. She called Betsy the “mom” of the group and appeared to be a good choice for head teller. Walking away I really had hope for the success of the branch in spite of Jerry.

It didn’t take long for the good feelings to dissipate though. For once it wasn’t Jerry who was at fault for that. The final inspection of the branch building for the Certificate of Occupancy had been scheduled for Tuesday but I got a call and it had been postponed until Friday. That meant we wouldn’t be able to move the training to the branch itself until after it was issued. That gave us only two days in the building before the doors would be open to the public. It was another case of one step forward but two back.

To be continued…

HEADING FOR SUMMER... and whatever it brings (Part 160s)

HEADING FOR SUMMER… and whatever it brings (Part 160s)

The story behind her largess to me… She had taken all three of our girls to their doctor for check-ups before Summer began. The doctor, a pediatrician, was a woman who, along her husband, was also a personal friend of my parents. Her husband, a gynecologist, was also my mother’s doctor and she and Elle ended up at the office together. My mother loved to buy the girls clothes and when they were all finished with the doctor(s) offered to take them shopping… but without Elle. That gave Elle some free time and she took advantage of it by visiting the boutique owned by my old friend, Judith. With our trip to Bermuda only a few months away she wanted to see some current styles suitable for a resort. Judith had plenty of things to choose from and Elle made a decision to get two dresses. Normally, Elle would see something she liked and then would wait until she could strike a bargain with me (think a picture or two) and I’d give in to her. Not this time. She decided to take a different approach. With the dresses already in hand she set me up by being somewhat wet when I arrived home and then offering me the chance for multiple pictures. BTW: I liked both dresses…

When I arrived at work the next day I got a big shock… Jerry was already there. He was still avoiding me and when Bret commented on him being at his desk before 9:30am I got the idea that my ’blast’ at him the previous afternoon was the reason. However, I still didn’t have any idea what took place in the meeting he’d had with Hobie that morning and wondered if that might’ve had something to do with it. I checked with Lorie about how the new employees were doing with their training and asked if Jerry had interjected himself into any part of it. and She smiled and shook her head from side to side but added "Not yet..." to go with it.

By the end of the day a lot of open items concerning the branch had been cleared including the paving of the parking lot. That allowed me to order a storage trailer for the gifts for new account program. With no cellar and very limited space inside the building it was a necessary added cost. The teller machines were to be delivered either Monday or Tuesday and the service bureau said the phone company had installed the data packs to connect them. It was almost too good to be true. My luck seemed to have turned for the better and I hoped it would last through the evening. It didn’t.

Cliffy had called to say the crew would be working on the race car that night. I was tempted to call him back to say I was working late… wanting to stay home to take advantage of Elle's good mood, but I didn’t. I was more upset about leaving than Elle was. We really didn’t have that much to do on the car and I was sorry that I hadn’t called. It was still unseasonably warm and the shop was really hot. After a while I was about to tell Cliffy I was leaving when in walked Davo and his girlfriend, Leigh, with a couple of six packs. Davo was amazing in that I’d witnessed him polishing off of at least ten beers and not show any signs of it. But, that was not the case with Leigh. She was unsteady on her feet and actually leaning against Davo as they walked in the big overhead door. We all gathered around to partake of his offering. I remember him telling her to go find a stool as he proceeded to hand out the beers. There was only one in the main shop and it was there for Cliffy’s father to use at his workbench. I watched as Leigh lurched towards it pretty much knowing she was going to fall. I was somewhat close to her and made an attempt to catch her as she did. In so doing I quickly realized that she was braless as I tried to get a hand under her arm. I kept her from hitting the ground and was able to steer her to the stool. Asking if she was OK I was answered by a big smile and a request for a beer.

After telling a few stories Cliffy wanted to finish up. I didn’t want to be the first to cut out so decided to hang around for a few minutes longer. It was about then that Leigh let out a bellow that she had to pee. There was only one toilet and that was in the office. Cliffy’s father had the only key and he wasn’t there. (Cliffy used to have a key but about a year prior, when the crew was working on the car, he’d failed to lock the door and someone went in and cleaned out the cash from the register. From that point on, there was only one key and his father had it.) When mother nature would call we’d just go outside and pee in the weeds. That wasn’t a problem for the guys but Leigh wasn’t a guy. When Davo told her what the procedure was it didn’t upset her one bit. Unfortunately, she wasn’t even able to navigate her way to the door. As I remember it, Davo was laughing at her as she clung to the workbench. Buster went over to help her but she didn’t want his help. By now we were all watching her. Finally, Davo started towards her and she told him to “shove it” . She made it to the end of the bench and then shouted “F___ it!” And stood there and pee’d.

I’d previously written that Leigh was a bit ‘unconventional’ but in so doing I was speaking about how she dressed. This was a shock. I know Cliffy was yelling at her and I think Davo was too. By the time she stopped there was a large puddle about five feet from the door. Davo went up to her and wrapped his arms around her picking her up and then disappeared out the door. The rest off us just stood there looking at each other and the puddle for a minute before Cliffy ordered us to get some water and a broom to try and clean the floor up.

Leigh had been wearing a light colored, for lack of a better description, short sun dress and, unlike the last time she’d been at the shop, I didn’t get any panty peeks. I also didn’t see any wetness on the dress but I did see the stream of pee exiting between her legs. That was the first time I’d actually seen that from anyone but Elle. I don’t know about the other guys but I was hard as a rock. Driving home I was glad I’d decided to go and to not stay home. I also wondered what other little (or not so little) treats Leigh would bring to the shop or the races in the future.

To be continued…