THE HEAT GOES ON… August (Part 163a)
The bedroom furniture that
Elle and I’d ordered the previous week was to have been delivered on
Tuesday. There had been a mix-up on the delivery order sent to the
warehouse and Thursday had been inserted as the day. Elle got the call
informing her of the error right after I’d left for work and wasn’t to
happy about it but was mollified by the fact that they would throw in
two matching night stands for half price. It was a good deal but I was a
bit upset by the fact Elle didn’t call to ask me first. In any case
Elle was really excited Thursday morning anticipating what the bedroom
would look like completely furnished. I got the impression she was more
excited about the night stands than the two dressers as I left the
house. It was just another item in the ever growing list of things I
didn’t understand about females and the way they think.
When I
got to the bank on Thursday I was still apprehensive about how I was to
co-exist with Jerry and still be his superior. After my meeting with Gee
Wednesday morning I’d been worried that one of the Trustees who had
come to the mortgage committee meeting would want to bring Jerry up but
I’d ‘escaped’ in that not even Gee came over to my desk. I was hoping
for some direction from Hobie but I didn’t want to initiate the
discussion. It was a very uncomfortable position to be in. Bret knew
something was going on but wouldn’t say anything. I’ve alluded to how
Trish had, very quietly, assumed more and more responsibility and
because of it she’d been rewarded with the promotion to administrative
assistant. I’d noticed that she seemed to be aware of a lot of what was
going on within the bank and that morning she surprised me when she
asked if she could make a suggestion. She’d done that before but without
asking permission. I thought it would have to do with procedures but
she’d been talking on a personal basis. Initially I was a bit upset but I
let her go on.
She said that all week I’d been “uptight” and she
was sure it had to do with Jerry. When I didn’t stop her there she went
on that she pretty much understood because when he’d been working there
he did the same thing to her. But she said she noticed that the
situation was affecting how I was relating to customers and to the
employees. Not only that but she said she’d noticed that I’d missed a
couple of report deadlines. I sat and I listened. There was nothing to
argue about because she was right. In stead of being upset with her I
just smiled… and put both my hands up as if to say “you caught me”.
Trish
was around 25 years old at that time but had been with the bank seven
years. It sounds trite but she was wise beyond her years. She was one of
the Polish female employees who I felt should have gone to college.
Because of the mindset of her parents when it came to females and
college she wasn’t allowed to go. So, I respected her observation and
when she told me that it might be best to not let him upset me so much I
didn’t disagree. I know I didn’t think of it at the moment but it was
almost she knew about Gee’s talk with me the previous day. I think I
took a deep breath or two before acknowledging it to her. I told her
what he’d ended the conversation with… “Document, don’t react.” Trish
was very much aware of the notes both Bret and I’d been making about
Jerry and his questionable actions. She brought it up and suggested that
I make them in the form of a memo “for the file” and she’d type them up
for me. I thought about it for a minute and decided it was good idea.
We talked a little more and decided to have Bret do the same thing. When
she was about to get up I thanked her and, with a smile, said “It
sounds like a plan.”
It was sometime later that day that Trish said there was a man there to
see me. I didn’t have any appointments so was a bit puzzled and got up
and walked over to the gate to the platform. A tall red headed man,
about mid 20’s, with a big smile introduced himself as Andy. I didn’t
recognize him or the name. I’m sure it was the puzzled look on my face
that triggered him to say he was the real estate broker that I’d
recommended to my “neighbor” as he called him. At that moment I couldn’t
remember the guy’s name he was referring to but I invited him to my
desk. He wasted no time before thanking me for the referral. I was sort
of amused because I’d done it without knowing him or his company. I just
wanted to get the guy off by back. In any case, Andy was there to ask
me about the history of the house since the guy who’d called him could
give no relevant information. I really didn’t have the time but knowing
that Andy might have a role in who my neighbors would be, told him what I
knew. I told him of the renovations that had been done before Sabrina
(Lisa) had moved in about two years before. The big question he had was
what the new shed contained. He’d been sent keys for the house and
garage but not the shed. I, truthfully, had no idea. When Sabrina’s
(Lisa’s) father sold the house (with Bill [the school principal] and his
wife still renting it) he’d built a new shed out along the rear
property line supposedly for the new owner. I’d asked Bill if he knew
what it was for but he had no idea and offered that after completion it
had always been locked. So, to Andy I was no help. I suggested that he
get a locksmith to open it for him and he, with a sheepish look, thanked
me for suggesting it. As he was leaving I gave him Amy business card
and asked him to keep me up to date on any prospects telling him that my
wife and I were ‘requesting’ a young couple with kids. He just laughed.
I
was on my way out the door to leave when I heard Hobie call out to me. I
turned and walked back into the lobby to meet with him. I was hoping
that he’d give me some clarification about my supervisory role with
Jerry and was somewhat rewarded when he told me that Jerry was,
technically, still under my supervision, but… The ‘but’ was that he was
going to do it “off the record” for the next two months. I was still
confused but was willing to accept that knowing that I still had my job.
As I turned to walk away I heard him say “Have patience…” Patience was
something I didn’t have a lot of (still don’t) especially when I was
aware of something that was wrong, should be fixed, and nothing was
being done about it. That, very simply, was Jerry.
To be continued…
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162dd)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162dd)
With that out of the way my thoughts turned to where Jerry was “being talked to” and who was talking to him. Since Hobie was in his area, alone, I headed up the stairs to check to see if Bert was talking to him. It didn’t look good when I got there because his door was closed. I asked Lena, his secretary, if he was in, ‘fishing’ to find out who was in with him. Her answer surprised me when she said he was talking with J J. I’d walked right past his office and didn’t bother to look in. Hearing J J be mentioned reminded me to follow up on weather he’d made a choice for Joanie’s replacement. But, the question remained… where was Jerry? Returning to my desk I proceeded to call Betsy asking if Jerry was in. When she said he was in his office I asked who was with him thinking it might be whoever it was that was going to talk to him. When she said no one I then asked if anyone had come in to see him that morning. Her answer was “No…” but she did add that he’d been on the phone with his door closed all morning. I found that interesting but I still didn’t have an answer to my question.
It wasn’t five minutes later when Betsy called me back. She wanted to know just who Morris was and why was he asking all kids of questions. Before I gave her an answer I asked if Jerry was still on the phone and when told he was I told her to go to his door and tell him to call me. She’d put the phone down on the counter and I could hear the voice of Morris in the background. When Betsy returned she reported that Jerry told her he couldn’t. I had to catch myself from blowing up, yet again. Then, as calmly as I could I explained that the guy, Morris, was a paid consultant for the bank and was there to get important information from Jerry. Then I asked to speak to Morris. I wasn’t sure he remembered me because I’d seen him struggle with that in the past. I took a few minutes to refresh his memory as to just who I was and was assured that he knew. I then tried to explain that Jerry was unavailable and he could try asking me his questions. I’d wanted to be involved when it came time for Morris to visit the branch but couldn’t figure a way to do it. So, here I was… involved… and couldn’t be criticized for it.
I spent about a half hour answering questions and closed with the request that he not waste any time talking with Jerry. In spite of the advice Gee had given me earlier to “back off” on Jerry I explained that he was a “problem” and was a really out of his element as a branch manager. He assured me he understood and that he’d find a way to avoid him. He told me the rest of his time would be spent riding around the area to confirm, first hand, what his ‘demographics’ had already told him. Taking a big chance I asked him if it would be possible for him to copy me with his report to the branch committee. All I heard was silence and figured “No way”. Then I heard him say something totally unexpected like “you’re a good guy so I’ll do it…but by phone". What could I say?
On top of everything else that day there was a mortgage committee meeting scheduled for that afternoon. I had no idea which Trustees knew of my meeting with Gee and what that might mean. There was always “Polack Joe” and the one who was a member of my church who were always questioning the job I was doing. There were couple of others that I wasn’t sure of but, regardless, the idea of seeing up to seven of them that afternoon didn’t make for a lot of comfort. It took J J to get my mind off of that. I’d wanted him to make a selection to replace Joanie quickly so Trish could move into her new position but had a feeling he’d drag it out just to show that he was upset with loosing Joanie. Since the decision he’d avoided both Bret and I but at lunch time I saw him hand Trish some paperwork as he was leaving. As soon as he was out of sight I was at her desk. Right on top was an application from a girl who’d worked for the bank for a few months right after I’d been hired but left after a short time. I didn’t really know her and couldn’t even remember what she looked like. I asked Trish where the application came from and she smiled and said that she’d called her to see if she was interested in coming back to work even though she hadn’t worked in two years. Bea(trice) was her name and I could see she’d made a comment on the form that she was presently taking a secretarial course on her own. I asked why she’d left and Trish hesitated a few seconds before she told me it was to have a baby. The only thing she could add was that the girl had worked in the mortgage department and J J was familiar with her. That made sense although I couldn’t wait to see what she looked like knowing J J’s penchant for good looking females. Since the debacle of Jerry’s interviewing for the branch employees it was decided that I, as the personnel officer, would handle the actual hiring of all non officer employees. I asked Trish to contact her and to get her in as soon as possible. I also told her I wanted her to sit in when I talked with her. I could see her try to stifle a smile. I knew she’d be pleased.
Needing a break from the bank I headed for the the brokerage office to see how my new purchase was doing. I knew two days wasn’t enough time to get a ‘feel’ for what the stock might do but being new to the whole process I was a bit apprehensive and just wanted to see if it was heading upwards. I was, of course, hoping Lynda would be there but it was just Stan and Ruthe. Stan was with a customer so Ruthe asked if she could help me. I gave her the stock symbol and had to wait for her to give me a price. (It just seems crazy that I can buy, sell, get a quote today in seconds… not minutes, like back then.) While she was waiting I took the time to study her. All business and the exact opposite of Lynda it was hard for me to reconcile the two of them working together. I remember thinking that it would be a cold day in hell before I’d ever get anything (peek or VPL) from her. The stock was up but not by much so that made me happy. Nothing worse than buying a stock and watching it immediately go down. By then Stan was off the phone and asked if I wanted a couple of tickets to the Chamber of Commerce/Rotary Club picnic that was coming up. I had to laugh because the bank was one of the sponsors as was the brokerage firm. It did remind me that I’d have to put in my time the following Friday helping to set up for it. I waited for a few more minutes hoping that Lynda would appear… but she didn’t.
Trish had good news for me when I returned. Bea, the girl J J had selected, would be in at 3pm. Trish selected the time knowing we wouldn’t be interrupted by bank customers after 3pm. That was another indication that she was using her brain. Right at 3pm there was young woman standing by the gate to the platform. Honestly, I didn’t recognize her. It had been two years since the last time she’d been employed. At the timeI was still new and getting settled into the banking area and I’d not really taken notice of her since she was just a clerk upstairs in the mortgage department. Trying to be fair I’m going to say she had an attractiveness about her but, from J J’s perspective, it was probably her breasts that made the impression. Just a teen when she’d started with the bank she was now a confident young lady and since she already knew some of the employees I felt she’d fit right in. When I asked when she could start she, with a BIG smile answered “Now!” We agreed on Monday and, after she left I suggested that with her prior experience in a somewhat similar position at the bank we might get Joanie downstairs the following week. It was a plan!
To be continued…
With that out of the way my thoughts turned to where Jerry was “being talked to” and who was talking to him. Since Hobie was in his area, alone, I headed up the stairs to check to see if Bert was talking to him. It didn’t look good when I got there because his door was closed. I asked Lena, his secretary, if he was in, ‘fishing’ to find out who was in with him. Her answer surprised me when she said he was talking with J J. I’d walked right past his office and didn’t bother to look in. Hearing J J be mentioned reminded me to follow up on weather he’d made a choice for Joanie’s replacement. But, the question remained… where was Jerry? Returning to my desk I proceeded to call Betsy asking if Jerry was in. When she said he was in his office I asked who was with him thinking it might be whoever it was that was going to talk to him. When she said no one I then asked if anyone had come in to see him that morning. Her answer was “No…” but she did add that he’d been on the phone with his door closed all morning. I found that interesting but I still didn’t have an answer to my question.
It wasn’t five minutes later when Betsy called me back. She wanted to know just who Morris was and why was he asking all kids of questions. Before I gave her an answer I asked if Jerry was still on the phone and when told he was I told her to go to his door and tell him to call me. She’d put the phone down on the counter and I could hear the voice of Morris in the background. When Betsy returned she reported that Jerry told her he couldn’t. I had to catch myself from blowing up, yet again. Then, as calmly as I could I explained that the guy, Morris, was a paid consultant for the bank and was there to get important information from Jerry. Then I asked to speak to Morris. I wasn’t sure he remembered me because I’d seen him struggle with that in the past. I took a few minutes to refresh his memory as to just who I was and was assured that he knew. I then tried to explain that Jerry was unavailable and he could try asking me his questions. I’d wanted to be involved when it came time for Morris to visit the branch but couldn’t figure a way to do it. So, here I was… involved… and couldn’t be criticized for it.
I spent about a half hour answering questions and closed with the request that he not waste any time talking with Jerry. In spite of the advice Gee had given me earlier to “back off” on Jerry I explained that he was a “problem” and was a really out of his element as a branch manager. He assured me he understood and that he’d find a way to avoid him. He told me the rest of his time would be spent riding around the area to confirm, first hand, what his ‘demographics’ had already told him. Taking a big chance I asked him if it would be possible for him to copy me with his report to the branch committee. All I heard was silence and figured “No way”. Then I heard him say something totally unexpected like “you’re a good guy so I’ll do it…but by phone". What could I say?
On top of everything else that day there was a mortgage committee meeting scheduled for that afternoon. I had no idea which Trustees knew of my meeting with Gee and what that might mean. There was always “Polack Joe” and the one who was a member of my church who were always questioning the job I was doing. There were couple of others that I wasn’t sure of but, regardless, the idea of seeing up to seven of them that afternoon didn’t make for a lot of comfort. It took J J to get my mind off of that. I’d wanted him to make a selection to replace Joanie quickly so Trish could move into her new position but had a feeling he’d drag it out just to show that he was upset with loosing Joanie. Since the decision he’d avoided both Bret and I but at lunch time I saw him hand Trish some paperwork as he was leaving. As soon as he was out of sight I was at her desk. Right on top was an application from a girl who’d worked for the bank for a few months right after I’d been hired but left after a short time. I didn’t really know her and couldn’t even remember what she looked like. I asked Trish where the application came from and she smiled and said that she’d called her to see if she was interested in coming back to work even though she hadn’t worked in two years. Bea(trice) was her name and I could see she’d made a comment on the form that she was presently taking a secretarial course on her own. I asked why she’d left and Trish hesitated a few seconds before she told me it was to have a baby. The only thing she could add was that the girl had worked in the mortgage department and J J was familiar with her. That made sense although I couldn’t wait to see what she looked like knowing J J’s penchant for good looking females. Since the debacle of Jerry’s interviewing for the branch employees it was decided that I, as the personnel officer, would handle the actual hiring of all non officer employees. I asked Trish to contact her and to get her in as soon as possible. I also told her I wanted her to sit in when I talked with her. I could see her try to stifle a smile. I knew she’d be pleased.
Needing a break from the bank I headed for the the brokerage office to see how my new purchase was doing. I knew two days wasn’t enough time to get a ‘feel’ for what the stock might do but being new to the whole process I was a bit apprehensive and just wanted to see if it was heading upwards. I was, of course, hoping Lynda would be there but it was just Stan and Ruthe. Stan was with a customer so Ruthe asked if she could help me. I gave her the stock symbol and had to wait for her to give me a price. (It just seems crazy that I can buy, sell, get a quote today in seconds… not minutes, like back then.) While she was waiting I took the time to study her. All business and the exact opposite of Lynda it was hard for me to reconcile the two of them working together. I remember thinking that it would be a cold day in hell before I’d ever get anything (peek or VPL) from her. The stock was up but not by much so that made me happy. Nothing worse than buying a stock and watching it immediately go down. By then Stan was off the phone and asked if I wanted a couple of tickets to the Chamber of Commerce/Rotary Club picnic that was coming up. I had to laugh because the bank was one of the sponsors as was the brokerage firm. It did remind me that I’d have to put in my time the following Friday helping to set up for it. I waited for a few more minutes hoping that Lynda would appear… but she didn’t.
Trish had good news for me when I returned. Bea, the girl J J had selected, would be in at 3pm. Trish selected the time knowing we wouldn’t be interrupted by bank customers after 3pm. That was another indication that she was using her brain. Right at 3pm there was young woman standing by the gate to the platform. Honestly, I didn’t recognize her. It had been two years since the last time she’d been employed. At the timeI was still new and getting settled into the banking area and I’d not really taken notice of her since she was just a clerk upstairs in the mortgage department. Trying to be fair I’m going to say she had an attractiveness about her but, from J J’s perspective, it was probably her breasts that made the impression. Just a teen when she’d started with the bank she was now a confident young lady and since she already knew some of the employees I felt she’d fit right in. When I asked when she could start she, with a BIG smile answered “Now!” We agreed on Monday and, after she left I suggested that with her prior experience in a somewhat similar position at the bank we might get Joanie downstairs the following week. It was a plan!
To be continued…
Sunday, November 26, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... so much of it (Part 162cc)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162cc)
“Big B’s” boat was located in a new place in the marina this year and not that easy to maneuver to get it out into the channel so, from a time standpoint, precious time was passing. Once we got under way we found the wind to be favorable, in many ways. Anything above 5 miles an hour was great for racing but for doing what I had in mind it needed to be less… and it was. I headed East and towards the middle of the bay. There was literally no boat traffic in that area which made it much easier to persuade Elle to strip to her panties. I’d put the camera into one of the coolers the bank had given away the previous year and when I pulled it out Elle laughed. That was a good sign and with a smile on her face asked how I wanted her to pose. It made it so much easier when she didn’t put a limit on what I could or couldn’t take and how many (usually one). I knew I wanted one with her standing so that was to be the first. However, trying to take pictures like that with the sails up made it difficult so I dropped them so we could just drift for a while. I had her stand next to the mast and had to take a couple as I’d failed to change the settings from indoors to being outside. I knew I had but six pictures in all and was upset with myself for messing up two.
Even though there were no other boats in sight Elle was a bit self
conscious about standing up while dressed that way so suggested that she
spread one of the beach towels we’d brought along out on the deck and
she’d lay on that for any other pictures. I really liked that she was
helping to orchestrate the setting and style of picture. I remember
thinking that if she’d do that all the time it would be less stressful
on both of us. I ended up getting a good one while she lay on her
stomach and another one on her back.
The only restriction she had was she didn’t want me to take any with
her being wet so when she decided to go (and through her panties) all I
could do was watch her and then rub. To do it and not get any pee in
“B’s” boat she sat on the deck with her feet over the side. I really
couldn’t complain and when she turned to get back in the boat I had her
sit on my lap. For a few minutes I let my mind go so far as to think we
could actually have sex out there in the middle of the bay. BUT… and it
was a big 'but'… we had no ‘protection’ and she knew she was ‘ripe’. So
rubbing was it. Before we headed back to shore she did go one more time
for me and it was hard not to go further than just rubbing. On our way
back to the marina I was really pleased that I had three good pictures.
Our sojourn on the water had been successful in getting my mind off of the “Jerry situation” and it carried over when we got back. Elle, even with a small yellow stain in her crotch, actually got out of the car to retrieve the kids from where they were. I offered to do it but was told in one case that she needed to speak to the mother about something. I just sat and marveled at her resolve to not let her incontinence get in the way of her needs and desires. This change was certainly refreshing and I hoped it was ‘long term’. If it was I could see some definite benefits coming to me in the future.
I was brought back to reality a little after we’d eaten supper. Hobie was on the phone and told me to go to Gee’s (the Trustee/attorney) office in the morning and to be there at 9am. I tried to ask a question but was rebuffed. So, now I was back to worrying about my status. I just couldn’t wrap my arms around an idiot like Jerry possibility derailing my career. Sleep was fitful, at best, and I was up and showered by 8am. Gee’s office was within five minutes walking from the bank but I chose to use his parking lot rather than the one at the bank. I didn’t want to provoke any questions about my absence. I waited on the steps until 9am and then walked in. Gee’s secretary walked me in to his office. For some reason I expected to see both Bert (the bank president) and Hobie there but it was just the two of us. He had a big smile on his face and told me to take a seat on a small couch. He pulled a side chair over towards me and I began to wonder if this wasn’t the end.
I remember the setting and the end result but the middle part is really pretty much a blur. Nerves, on my part, and time on the other has, muted a lot of the detail. For what seemed like an eternity Gee seemed to ramble on about all the good things I’d done since being employed which served only to confuse me. Then, shifting gears, he went into a little lecture about how we should all concentrate on changing things that we can control and let others take care of the rest. I’m sure the look on my face was as blank as the one I often saw on Jerry’s face when talking to or with or at him. Then came what I deemed to be the ‘hammer’ when Gee told me that he understood the frustration of dealing with Jerry but that neither he nor I could change the fact that he was an officer of the bank and would be unless he committed some sort of crime. I heard him but didn’t want to believe him. Then he went on to say that the decision was up to me as to stay with the bank (and Jerry) or to leave.
It wasn’t exactly the way I thought it would be put. I thought I’d be told that since I’d (somewhat) disobeyed the order not to “get on Jerry” that I’d be let go. So, sitting there it became obvious that it was up to me to make the decision. I don’t know how long I sat there without saying anything before Gee ‘prodded’ me. I think I took a couple of deep breaths before speaking and then it came out almost a whisper. My thoughts were in an almost defiant mode… How can I be his boss when he does things the way he wants it to be? I knew that wouldn’t ‘fly’ so put it a little ’softer’ and asked him what would he do if Jerry was one of his employees? I know he was trying desperately to stifle a smile but his answer showed why he was a successful attorney. “Document, don’t react.”
With that he was more like a mentor than a boss (which, from a technical standpoint, he was). He stood up, stuck out his hand and told me to not let Jerry get to me. He encouraged me to continue to do the best job I could. He went on to say that he and "key" members of the Board knew the circumstances I was working under and that he would continue to “champion me”… as long as I could keep control of my emotions… especially as they pertained to Jerry. As I walked out the door to his office he let go with an important ‘tidbit’… Jerry was being “talked to” at the very same time. Then he closed the door and I was on my way to work, such as it was.
It was around 10am when I walked in. I didn’t know what to expect and when Bret asked if I was OK I really didn’t know what to say. I had no idea if anything had been said the previous day about my leaving. I felt going to Trish was my best bet to find out what, if anything, had been said so told him I was and got a quizzical look in return. Fortunately a customer he’d been working with came in to see him which freed me to talk with Trish. She seemed surprised by my question but said Hobie had told them I wasn’t feeling well and he’d sent me home. With that I knew I was ‘safe’ and that Hobie still ‘had my back” Now it was up to me to see if I could co-exist with Jerry.
To be continued…
“Big B’s” boat was located in a new place in the marina this year and not that easy to maneuver to get it out into the channel so, from a time standpoint, precious time was passing. Once we got under way we found the wind to be favorable, in many ways. Anything above 5 miles an hour was great for racing but for doing what I had in mind it needed to be less… and it was. I headed East and towards the middle of the bay. There was literally no boat traffic in that area which made it much easier to persuade Elle to strip to her panties. I’d put the camera into one of the coolers the bank had given away the previous year and when I pulled it out Elle laughed. That was a good sign and with a smile on her face asked how I wanted her to pose. It made it so much easier when she didn’t put a limit on what I could or couldn’t take and how many (usually one). I knew I wanted one with her standing so that was to be the first. However, trying to take pictures like that with the sails up made it difficult so I dropped them so we could just drift for a while. I had her stand next to the mast and had to take a couple as I’d failed to change the settings from indoors to being outside. I knew I had but six pictures in all and was upset with myself for messing up two.
Our sojourn on the water had been successful in getting my mind off of the “Jerry situation” and it carried over when we got back. Elle, even with a small yellow stain in her crotch, actually got out of the car to retrieve the kids from where they were. I offered to do it but was told in one case that she needed to speak to the mother about something. I just sat and marveled at her resolve to not let her incontinence get in the way of her needs and desires. This change was certainly refreshing and I hoped it was ‘long term’. If it was I could see some definite benefits coming to me in the future.
I was brought back to reality a little after we’d eaten supper. Hobie was on the phone and told me to go to Gee’s (the Trustee/attorney) office in the morning and to be there at 9am. I tried to ask a question but was rebuffed. So, now I was back to worrying about my status. I just couldn’t wrap my arms around an idiot like Jerry possibility derailing my career. Sleep was fitful, at best, and I was up and showered by 8am. Gee’s office was within five minutes walking from the bank but I chose to use his parking lot rather than the one at the bank. I didn’t want to provoke any questions about my absence. I waited on the steps until 9am and then walked in. Gee’s secretary walked me in to his office. For some reason I expected to see both Bert (the bank president) and Hobie there but it was just the two of us. He had a big smile on his face and told me to take a seat on a small couch. He pulled a side chair over towards me and I began to wonder if this wasn’t the end.
I remember the setting and the end result but the middle part is really pretty much a blur. Nerves, on my part, and time on the other has, muted a lot of the detail. For what seemed like an eternity Gee seemed to ramble on about all the good things I’d done since being employed which served only to confuse me. Then, shifting gears, he went into a little lecture about how we should all concentrate on changing things that we can control and let others take care of the rest. I’m sure the look on my face was as blank as the one I often saw on Jerry’s face when talking to or with or at him. Then came what I deemed to be the ‘hammer’ when Gee told me that he understood the frustration of dealing with Jerry but that neither he nor I could change the fact that he was an officer of the bank and would be unless he committed some sort of crime. I heard him but didn’t want to believe him. Then he went on to say that the decision was up to me as to stay with the bank (and Jerry) or to leave.
It wasn’t exactly the way I thought it would be put. I thought I’d be told that since I’d (somewhat) disobeyed the order not to “get on Jerry” that I’d be let go. So, sitting there it became obvious that it was up to me to make the decision. I don’t know how long I sat there without saying anything before Gee ‘prodded’ me. I think I took a couple of deep breaths before speaking and then it came out almost a whisper. My thoughts were in an almost defiant mode… How can I be his boss when he does things the way he wants it to be? I knew that wouldn’t ‘fly’ so put it a little ’softer’ and asked him what would he do if Jerry was one of his employees? I know he was trying desperately to stifle a smile but his answer showed why he was a successful attorney. “Document, don’t react.”
With that he was more like a mentor than a boss (which, from a technical standpoint, he was). He stood up, stuck out his hand and told me to not let Jerry get to me. He encouraged me to continue to do the best job I could. He went on to say that he and "key" members of the Board knew the circumstances I was working under and that he would continue to “champion me”… as long as I could keep control of my emotions… especially as they pertained to Jerry. As I walked out the door to his office he let go with an important ‘tidbit’… Jerry was being “talked to” at the very same time. Then he closed the door and I was on my way to work, such as it was.
It was around 10am when I walked in. I didn’t know what to expect and when Bret asked if I was OK I really didn’t know what to say. I had no idea if anything had been said the previous day about my leaving. I felt going to Trish was my best bet to find out what, if anything, had been said so told him I was and got a quizzical look in return. Fortunately a customer he’d been working with came in to see him which freed me to talk with Trish. She seemed surprised by my question but said Hobie had told them I wasn’t feeling well and he’d sent me home. With that I knew I was ‘safe’ and that Hobie still ‘had my back” Now it was up to me to see if I could co-exist with Jerry.
To be continued…
Friday, November 24, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162bb)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162bb)
I got back in time to see one of the applicants for Joanie’s position leaving the bank. Based on her looks and J J’s preference for cute young girls I thought she was definitely a good possibility. Laura was in deep conversation with Bret and I wondered what that was all about. Trish was sitting at the desk that Jerry had occupied during the time he’d spent at the main office and was waiting on a customer. I was glad to see that. With everything seeming to be operating smoothly I made a call to the branch. Barb, the young girl who had been moved from teller to receptionist/secretary, answered. In the time I’d spent at the branch I’d come to like her work. Without much in the way of real work experience she’d willingly tackled each new assignment with enthusiasm. I asked for Betsy and was told she was in Jerry’s office and with a customer. When I asked where Jerry was her answer made my blood boil… “He left with his wife…” As I remember it I let go with a few less than complimentary words about Jerry. Remembering who I was speaking to, I apologized to her. Then I asked when he’d be back and was told she didn’t know. I thanked her, hung up the phone and headed for Hobie’s area. That was a waste of time.
Upset was a nice way of describing how I felt when Hobie told me “get all the details” before saying or doing anything. Back at my desk I couldn’t bring myself to tackle anything, my mind consumed by the continued clueless actions of Jerry. I’d given up trying to figure him out. I was now past the point of expecting any sanctions against him (or his being fired). It wasn’t even 4pm but I knew I couldn’t stay any longer. I interrupted Bret and told him I had to leave. He gave me a funny look but all he said was he’d see me in the morning. Keeping my thoughts to myself I remember thinking… ‘maybe…’
I knew I wanted to do something to take my mind off the ridiculous situation I found myself in with Jerry. Monday nights were when the race car was unloaded and we’d start preparing for the next night of racing but we wouldn’t start until after 7pm. I needed my mind to be occupied prior to that and the thought came to me… tennis. Elle was shocked to see me home so early and the shock became double when I asked if she wanted to play a little tennis. I don’t think she ever turned down an opportunity for tennis. She said she had to do a few things first or we wouldn’t have anything for supper which gave me the time to change out of my tie and suit. Knowing that I like to see her wearing a tennis dress or skirt she asked if she should change. I told her she was OK dressed as she was. She herded the kids into the station wagon while I grabbed the tennis gear. We were at the school tennis courts in less than 10 minutes and on them soon after. On the way she asked me what was up that I was home early and I replied I’d tell her later and just wanted to play tennis.
My tennis had never been very good but for whatever reason I remember playing better than I ever had. When we did stop Elle even complimented me. I couldn’t explain why the change but later that evening I came up with an idea… that I concentrated on hitting the ball wishing that it was Jerry that I was swinging at. It was Elle that called it quits saying she was tired. That was a first for her, for sure. By the time we corralled the kids I’d calmed down and felt I could carry on a reasonable conversation. Strangely, I can’t remember even thinking about Elle’s panties the whole time I was with her before leaving for the race car.
The decision to head for the branch was made while I was showering the next morning. I rehearsed what I was going to say to Jerry any number of times before arriving. Based upon his past history I didn’t expect him to arrive before 9am. He was headed for the back door when I pulled into the parking lot and called out to him. The look on his face was one of pure shock. I called him over to my car and told him to get in. I can remember holding onto the steering wheel as tightly as if I was back driving a race car when I started talking. As calmly as I could I asked where he’d gone the previous afternoon. The look on his face told me he was truly surprised that I knew he’d left. He said he had to take his wife to the doctor. I, now in an ‘acting mode’, feigned surprise and asked what was wrong with her. I’m almost laughing as I type this but his answer was to tell me “Nothing…” and that it was for her annual check up. (Truly, I’m not making this up.) I also remember taking a deep breath before I, with as much calmness as I could muster, asked why she couldn’t drive herself. Again, another unbelievable answer… “I always take her…”.
Remembering Hobie’s admonishment to me about “getting all the details” I made the decision not to ‘ream him out’ but told him that he was to contact me or Hobie any time he had to leave the bank when the vault was open… and with as much lead time as possible. Not unexpectedly all I got was a blank stare. Trying to ‘keep my cool’ I reminded him that that requirement was part of the security program I’d had to write and administer as a requirement of the Bank Protection Act of 1968. He still had a blank look so I asked him to show me his copy of it when we got inside. As we walked to the front door I asked if he’d ever shared that information with the tellers. With no answer I finally ‘lost it’. When I ‘explode’ I seldom remember just what I’ve said and I have no idea what words I used.
Once inside I walked away from him hoping to regain some composure. Betsy could see I was upset so other that a cursory “Good morning…” I was left alone. I could see Jerry on the phone through the window into his office and wondered if he wasn’t calling his wife to tell her that I’d yelled at him again. I didn’t have to wait long to find out that it wasn’t his wife but it was Hobie he was talking to. After a few minutes he stuck his head out the door and with the first words I’d heard from him that day he told me to pick up the phone in the tellers area. That’s when I found Hobie on the other end of the line. His words were few but very clear… get back to the main office ASAP.
Where it should’ve been Jerry taking ‘heat’ it was me. Hobie wouldn’t let me speak but told me to write up the whole episode and have it to him by lunch time. Most of what I just finished writing here came from that assignment. In any case, as soon as I handed it to him he told me to take the rest of the day off. As you can imagine that left me a bit more than concerned. On my way home to take my mind off of it I came up with the idea of going sailing in “Big B’s “ boat. I’d had the use of it for over a month and other than bailing the rainwater out of it hadn’t been on board. I came up with a semi-plausible reason for being home around 1pm in the afternoon and had Elle try to find places to palm the kids off. It was a lot easier than I imagined so with a hastily packed lunch for me we were off. Turning in to the marina I wanted to kick myself. So anxious to get going I hadn't picked out clothes or panties for Elle to wear. I had grabbed the camera so all wasn't lost but here we were going to be all alone out on the water and an opportunity for some 'good stuff'. I could only hope what she was wearing would be good picture material.
To be continued...
I got back in time to see one of the applicants for Joanie’s position leaving the bank. Based on her looks and J J’s preference for cute young girls I thought she was definitely a good possibility. Laura was in deep conversation with Bret and I wondered what that was all about. Trish was sitting at the desk that Jerry had occupied during the time he’d spent at the main office and was waiting on a customer. I was glad to see that. With everything seeming to be operating smoothly I made a call to the branch. Barb, the young girl who had been moved from teller to receptionist/secretary, answered. In the time I’d spent at the branch I’d come to like her work. Without much in the way of real work experience she’d willingly tackled each new assignment with enthusiasm. I asked for Betsy and was told she was in Jerry’s office and with a customer. When I asked where Jerry was her answer made my blood boil… “He left with his wife…” As I remember it I let go with a few less than complimentary words about Jerry. Remembering who I was speaking to, I apologized to her. Then I asked when he’d be back and was told she didn’t know. I thanked her, hung up the phone and headed for Hobie’s area. That was a waste of time.
Upset was a nice way of describing how I felt when Hobie told me “get all the details” before saying or doing anything. Back at my desk I couldn’t bring myself to tackle anything, my mind consumed by the continued clueless actions of Jerry. I’d given up trying to figure him out. I was now past the point of expecting any sanctions against him (or his being fired). It wasn’t even 4pm but I knew I couldn’t stay any longer. I interrupted Bret and told him I had to leave. He gave me a funny look but all he said was he’d see me in the morning. Keeping my thoughts to myself I remember thinking… ‘maybe…’
I knew I wanted to do something to take my mind off the ridiculous situation I found myself in with Jerry. Monday nights were when the race car was unloaded and we’d start preparing for the next night of racing but we wouldn’t start until after 7pm. I needed my mind to be occupied prior to that and the thought came to me… tennis. Elle was shocked to see me home so early and the shock became double when I asked if she wanted to play a little tennis. I don’t think she ever turned down an opportunity for tennis. She said she had to do a few things first or we wouldn’t have anything for supper which gave me the time to change out of my tie and suit. Knowing that I like to see her wearing a tennis dress or skirt she asked if she should change. I told her she was OK dressed as she was. She herded the kids into the station wagon while I grabbed the tennis gear. We were at the school tennis courts in less than 10 minutes and on them soon after. On the way she asked me what was up that I was home early and I replied I’d tell her later and just wanted to play tennis.
My tennis had never been very good but for whatever reason I remember playing better than I ever had. When we did stop Elle even complimented me. I couldn’t explain why the change but later that evening I came up with an idea… that I concentrated on hitting the ball wishing that it was Jerry that I was swinging at. It was Elle that called it quits saying she was tired. That was a first for her, for sure. By the time we corralled the kids I’d calmed down and felt I could carry on a reasonable conversation. Strangely, I can’t remember even thinking about Elle’s panties the whole time I was with her before leaving for the race car.
The decision to head for the branch was made while I was showering the next morning. I rehearsed what I was going to say to Jerry any number of times before arriving. Based upon his past history I didn’t expect him to arrive before 9am. He was headed for the back door when I pulled into the parking lot and called out to him. The look on his face was one of pure shock. I called him over to my car and told him to get in. I can remember holding onto the steering wheel as tightly as if I was back driving a race car when I started talking. As calmly as I could I asked where he’d gone the previous afternoon. The look on his face told me he was truly surprised that I knew he’d left. He said he had to take his wife to the doctor. I, now in an ‘acting mode’, feigned surprise and asked what was wrong with her. I’m almost laughing as I type this but his answer was to tell me “Nothing…” and that it was for her annual check up. (Truly, I’m not making this up.) I also remember taking a deep breath before I, with as much calmness as I could muster, asked why she couldn’t drive herself. Again, another unbelievable answer… “I always take her…”.
Remembering Hobie’s admonishment to me about “getting all the details” I made the decision not to ‘ream him out’ but told him that he was to contact me or Hobie any time he had to leave the bank when the vault was open… and with as much lead time as possible. Not unexpectedly all I got was a blank stare. Trying to ‘keep my cool’ I reminded him that that requirement was part of the security program I’d had to write and administer as a requirement of the Bank Protection Act of 1968. He still had a blank look so I asked him to show me his copy of it when we got inside. As we walked to the front door I asked if he’d ever shared that information with the tellers. With no answer I finally ‘lost it’. When I ‘explode’ I seldom remember just what I’ve said and I have no idea what words I used.
Once inside I walked away from him hoping to regain some composure. Betsy could see I was upset so other that a cursory “Good morning…” I was left alone. I could see Jerry on the phone through the window into his office and wondered if he wasn’t calling his wife to tell her that I’d yelled at him again. I didn’t have to wait long to find out that it wasn’t his wife but it was Hobie he was talking to. After a few minutes he stuck his head out the door and with the first words I’d heard from him that day he told me to pick up the phone in the tellers area. That’s when I found Hobie on the other end of the line. His words were few but very clear… get back to the main office ASAP.
Where it should’ve been Jerry taking ‘heat’ it was me. Hobie wouldn’t let me speak but told me to write up the whole episode and have it to him by lunch time. Most of what I just finished writing here came from that assignment. In any case, as soon as I handed it to him he told me to take the rest of the day off. As you can imagine that left me a bit more than concerned. On my way home to take my mind off of it I came up with the idea of going sailing in “Big B’s “ boat. I’d had the use of it for over a month and other than bailing the rainwater out of it hadn’t been on board. I came up with a semi-plausible reason for being home around 1pm in the afternoon and had Elle try to find places to palm the kids off. It was a lot easier than I imagined so with a hastily packed lunch for me we were off. Turning in to the marina I wanted to kick myself. So anxious to get going I hadn't picked out clothes or panties for Elle to wear. I had grabbed the camera so all wasn't lost but here we were going to be all alone out on the water and an opportunity for some 'good stuff'. I could only hope what she was wearing would be good picture material.
To be continued...
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... so much of it (Part 162aa)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162aa)
If there was one thing for sure it was that I needed a shower when I got home. Even though it was after 7pm the temperature was still in the high 80’s. Afterwards, I put on a pair of boxer shorts and went out on the screened in porch hoping to catch a little breeze. Elle was there and after a little persuasion I got her to take off her shorts. There was a two fold purpose… one, I loved seeing her in just panties and two, I wanted to know which ones she’d selected. She made her disrobing into a show trying to be sultry. With the kids in the back yard that wasn't difficult. When she finally turned around so I could see her rear I recognized one pair as being made by my old sailing friends first lingerie company, Evette. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even seen a pair of them. I was at a loss as to who made the pair she had on top. However, there were probably 40 pair of nylon panties in that drawer and since Elle and been wearing mostly ‘dribble panties’ many of them had gone unworn for a long, long time. Now, with moving them, most were completely discombobulated I thought Elle had just grabbed a couple to put on. I was happy that she’d put on two, regardless of who made them.
Sitting there for that moment I was taken at how well she filled them both out. On the spur of the moment I asked if I could get a picture… of just her rear. I remember her laughing telling me that was her ‘line’. She looked out to where the kids were playing by the playhouse and made a decision to let me do it. But, with dusk approaching the light on the porch wasn’t all that good and I definitely didn’t want to use a flash bulb so asked if she would step outside. I knew that would bring forth a protest but was ready to counter it. I told her that I’d have the camera ready to go and all she had to do was take four or five steps, bend over and it’d be done. She tried to counter by pointing to the house next door but I reminded her that it had been empty all month. I got a look of resignation but she told me I had two minutes to get the camera and to get it ready. I probably did it in one.
Because of the heat both inside and out we let the kids stay up way
late. When Elle and I headed for bed I heard the old excuse, “I’m
exhausted” and knew my earlier plans were never to be. All in all it
had been a good day. Elle winning her first race was certainly a
milestone. I remember lying in bed thinking that I may have unleashed a
‘monster’ when she started talking about racing against the men. After
she turned out the light I brought up the subject of her being so daring in walking around in wet shorts. It probably would’ve been better if
I’d done it so I could’ve seen the expression on her face. After a few
seconds of silence I heard her say that I was probably right when
I continued to tell her that most people were too busy doing their own thing to pay
attention to something like that. Hearing that I wanted to jump up and
shout “Hooray!”. I’d been trying to tell her that for almost 15 years. I
reaffirmed it there in the darkness and added something else… that I fully
understood her embarrassment of actually having an “accident” out in
public. But, if no one saw it happening and she was still out in public the
chances of them seeing the wetness was slim… and even if they did, “accidents
happen”… to a lot of people. After she’d fallen asleep I lay there
thinking of how much braver she was now that she knew other women who had
their own problems. Ginger and Sandy immediately came to mind. I was
thinking that it had been quite some time since I’d seen Sandy or her
husband and wondered why.
Monday was the day J J was to interview people for Joanie’s position. I was pleased to find out that the girl I'd liked who'd worked the new account campaign was among them. He’d not had any contact with Bret or I since Hobie had given him the word that Joanie would be moving down to our area. I didn't know anything about the other two girls as Trish had taken their applications. I was anxious to get Joanie started but was fearful J J would defer making a choice just to be difficult. Bret and I were giving Trish as much opportunity to assume her new responsibilities as possible and she was responding well. I’ll admit that I had a personal reason for wanting Joanie there… I wanted to take a day or two off but with Hobie now located off the platform it left just Bret and I didn’t think it fair to him. But, all I could do was hope that J J would make a quick selection.
I knew my broker, Stan, was back from vacation and I wanted to talk with him about making a choice of a company to invest the proceeds (less the profit) from my recent sale of stock. I checked with his assistant, Lynda, to find out when he was going to lunch. She was always fun to talk with both on the phone as well as in person. Seeing her in person, though, offered the potential of an upskirt peek and I was certainly thinking of that when I hung up the phone. Most every company I’d owned stock in manufactured something so, based on knowing a product and the viability of it I could make some sort of knowledgeable decision. Of the companies that Stan had given me some information on, one didn’t produce anything and yet it intrigued me. It provided engineering services for major projects including the interstate highway system that was still being constructed. After talking with him I felt a little more comfortable about it and told him to buy 100 shares, thus investing the same amount of money I’d originally invested in the stock that had done so well for me. He was on the phone so gave the purchase order to Lynda. I was watching as she swung her chair around to be able to reach the order form and I was rewarded immediately, not in the form of a stock or monetary dividend, but a very, very nice panty peek. She’d spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow which resulted in about a 1 1/2 inch view of her white pantied crotch… for at least five seconds. In some cases that doesn’t sound like a lot but in panty peeks it’s almost an eternity.
Lynda didn’t pay any attention to me just standing there as she reached for the piece of paper but when she had it in her hand she looked up at me and I was caught, not ‘red handed’, but red faced. I’ve indicated in prior posts that Lynda was a little different than most females in that she seemed to enjoy putting males, like me, in uncomfortable positions. As she swiveled her chair back to her desk she looked at me and gave me one of those ‘knowing smiles’. I thought it was over at that point but, once settled in back at her desk she looked over at me and very coyly asked if I’d seen anything interesting lately. It could’ve been construed as an ambiguous question but the look on her face told a different story. I know I didn’t answer. I did wait around for about five minutes until I heard her call to Stan that the trade had gone though. I waved a hand of acknowledgement to Stan and headed out the door. I remember standing in the street perspiring and thinking how hot it was. It wasn’t until I was on my way back to the bank that I realized that the perspiration wasn’t from the temperature of the air but from watching Lynda.
To be continued…
If there was one thing for sure it was that I needed a shower when I got home. Even though it was after 7pm the temperature was still in the high 80’s. Afterwards, I put on a pair of boxer shorts and went out on the screened in porch hoping to catch a little breeze. Elle was there and after a little persuasion I got her to take off her shorts. There was a two fold purpose… one, I loved seeing her in just panties and two, I wanted to know which ones she’d selected. She made her disrobing into a show trying to be sultry. With the kids in the back yard that wasn't difficult. When she finally turned around so I could see her rear I recognized one pair as being made by my old sailing friends first lingerie company, Evette. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d even seen a pair of them. I was at a loss as to who made the pair she had on top. However, there were probably 40 pair of nylon panties in that drawer and since Elle and been wearing mostly ‘dribble panties’ many of them had gone unworn for a long, long time. Now, with moving them, most were completely discombobulated I thought Elle had just grabbed a couple to put on. I was happy that she’d put on two, regardless of who made them.
Sitting there for that moment I was taken at how well she filled them both out. On the spur of the moment I asked if I could get a picture… of just her rear. I remember her laughing telling me that was her ‘line’. She looked out to where the kids were playing by the playhouse and made a decision to let me do it. But, with dusk approaching the light on the porch wasn’t all that good and I definitely didn’t want to use a flash bulb so asked if she would step outside. I knew that would bring forth a protest but was ready to counter it. I told her that I’d have the camera ready to go and all she had to do was take four or five steps, bend over and it’d be done. She tried to counter by pointing to the house next door but I reminded her that it had been empty all month. I got a look of resignation but she told me I had two minutes to get the camera and to get it ready. I probably did it in one.
Monday was the day J J was to interview people for Joanie’s position. I was pleased to find out that the girl I'd liked who'd worked the new account campaign was among them. He’d not had any contact with Bret or I since Hobie had given him the word that Joanie would be moving down to our area. I didn't know anything about the other two girls as Trish had taken their applications. I was anxious to get Joanie started but was fearful J J would defer making a choice just to be difficult. Bret and I were giving Trish as much opportunity to assume her new responsibilities as possible and she was responding well. I’ll admit that I had a personal reason for wanting Joanie there… I wanted to take a day or two off but with Hobie now located off the platform it left just Bret and I didn’t think it fair to him. But, all I could do was hope that J J would make a quick selection.
I knew my broker, Stan, was back from vacation and I wanted to talk with him about making a choice of a company to invest the proceeds (less the profit) from my recent sale of stock. I checked with his assistant, Lynda, to find out when he was going to lunch. She was always fun to talk with both on the phone as well as in person. Seeing her in person, though, offered the potential of an upskirt peek and I was certainly thinking of that when I hung up the phone. Most every company I’d owned stock in manufactured something so, based on knowing a product and the viability of it I could make some sort of knowledgeable decision. Of the companies that Stan had given me some information on, one didn’t produce anything and yet it intrigued me. It provided engineering services for major projects including the interstate highway system that was still being constructed. After talking with him I felt a little more comfortable about it and told him to buy 100 shares, thus investing the same amount of money I’d originally invested in the stock that had done so well for me. He was on the phone so gave the purchase order to Lynda. I was watching as she swung her chair around to be able to reach the order form and I was rewarded immediately, not in the form of a stock or monetary dividend, but a very, very nice panty peek. She’d spread her legs as far as her skirt would allow which resulted in about a 1 1/2 inch view of her white pantied crotch… for at least five seconds. In some cases that doesn’t sound like a lot but in panty peeks it’s almost an eternity.
Lynda didn’t pay any attention to me just standing there as she reached for the piece of paper but when she had it in her hand she looked up at me and I was caught, not ‘red handed’, but red faced. I’ve indicated in prior posts that Lynda was a little different than most females in that she seemed to enjoy putting males, like me, in uncomfortable positions. As she swiveled her chair back to her desk she looked at me and gave me one of those ‘knowing smiles’. I thought it was over at that point but, once settled in back at her desk she looked over at me and very coyly asked if I’d seen anything interesting lately. It could’ve been construed as an ambiguous question but the look on her face told a different story. I know I didn’t answer. I did wait around for about five minutes until I heard her call to Stan that the trade had gone though. I waved a hand of acknowledgement to Stan and headed out the door. I remember standing in the street perspiring and thinking how hot it was. It wasn’t until I was on my way back to the bank that I realized that the perspiration wasn’t from the temperature of the air but from watching Lynda.
To be continued…
Monday, November 20, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162z)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162z)
That, to me, was a telling moment. In a small way it told me she wasn’t going to let her ‘condition’ dictate what she was and wasn’t going to do. I finished taking the sails down on her boat while she got congratulations from the other women as they reached shore . I continued to keep my eyes on her and the other women. I didn’t see even one of them show any indication that they were aware of her wetness. Because the women were the last to finish their race many of the men, and some of the women who weren’t racing, had already left the area so it wasn’t like she was on a stage or anything. I wanted to comment on her brazenness but waited until we were on our way home. I wasn’t really sure it was a good idea but went ahead anyway.
We were almost to the village when I brought it up. I had to keep my eyes on the road but also wanted to get an idea of the look on her face when I did. I think I might’ve been holding my breath a bit when I asked her if she knew that she was wet when she came ashore. I was unable to see her face when she answered with something like “So what else is new?” It wasn’t in a mean or negative tone which was a good sign to me. I then asked why she didn’t just squat down in the water when she got to shore. I was looking right at her when she answered and she had an ‘I don’t know’ look and admitted she was too excited about her win to think about that. With that I felt it was time to change the subject.
I spent the rest of the trip home (about 7 or 8 minutes) engaging her in conversation about what she had done to win the race. I wish I could say she gave me some enlightening news but basically told me she just “sailed hard.” The kids were with her mother and she wanted me to go get them immediately so she’d have time to get changed and to start supper. I started to protest, wanting to take advantage of her already wet bottom, but she gave me a flat out “No!”. I would have loved to have been home when she showered and dressed… but, on the other hand, she’d been really nice to me since we’d bought the furniture so couldn’t really complain. I just had to wait until I got back to see what she’d picked out to wear for both panties and clothes.
On my way to get the kids I started to think of what we (Elle and I) could/would do after the kids were in bed. Arriving home I found all my idea were out the window. There was a station wagon parked in the driveway. It looked somewhat familiar and when I got to the house I saw it was Dick and Raa, his wife. I immediately knew why they were there… to look at the furniture I’d spoken to Dick about the previous night on the way to the racetrack. The only thing was that I hadn’t told Elle about it. Walking into the kitchen I didn’t see any of them but could hear voices coming from the stairs. At the top I couldn’t believe my eyes because there was Elle, still in her wet, stained shorts and talking with them. However, at that moment they were looking at the big dresser and not at Elle. I looked at Elle and all she’d give me was one of those ‘what could I do?’ looks. When Dick finished measuring the items he told Raa they’d fit. She, turning towards me, asked how much I wanted for them. Elle and I’d not even discussed what to do with the stuff let alone put a price on it. All I knew was that we wanted it gone so threw out a price of $30. Dick didn’t even bat an eye and reached for his wallet and as he started to hand it to me Elle stepped up and took it from him with a big smile on her face. Raa asked if it was possible to pick them up a little later on. It was almost 6pm by then and we hadn’t eaten. Seeing Elle still dressed as she was I knew she’d not had a chance to even think about fixing supper. I asked why they wanted it right away and Dick said his brother was coming over around 7:30pm or so and would be able to help getting the stuff down our stairs and then, up their stairs. I looked at Elle and she just shrugged her shoulders.
As for eating I suggested calling in a pizza order. That way there would be no real clean up for Elle to have to handle and the kids, who very seldom saw pizza, would be excited. To be ready for Dick and his brother Elle had to get all our things out of the drawers while I went for the pizza. I followed Dick and Raa down the driveway and headed East to the Traveler’s Rest, the local pizza place. On my way I realized that when Elle went to clean out her panty drawer she’d have a real idea of just how many she had and I wasn’t sure that was good idea… but it was too late by then.
When I got home I asked what Elle had done with all our clothes and she said they were stacked in Kaye’s room. I did note that she was still in the same stained shorts and couldn’t figure out why. As the girls were seating themselves at the table I made a dash upstairs to take a look at everything but especially her panties. They were stacked pretty much the way they’d been in the drawer but I noticed a couple that seemed to be carefully laid out across the top of a couple of the piles. To me, that was very strange.
When I saw Dick’s farm truck backing up to the garage I looked at Elle, still dressed the same, and suggested she might want to change. She, sheepishly, acknowledged and headed for the stairs. Dick’s brother suggested that we remove the drawers first which would not only make the items lighter but would give us more to grasp as we made our way down the stairs. Elle had just finished dressing as we headed up to start the project. My first thought upon seeing her was to wonder if she’d chosen to put on the panties I’d seen earlier and a quick peek into Kaye’s room pretty much gave me an answer. The whole process to get the furniture out to the truck took a little over a half hour. I was glad I’d not showered before hand as I was wringing wet with perspiration. Then, it was over to Dick’s house. I’d never been in it and was impressed with the woodwork inside. Built around the turn of the century I couldn’t imagine the cost of trying to replicate it (and that was back in 1968!). Even though it had only taken three of us to get the things down our stairs, four people were required to get it up theirs.
Like Elle, Raa had removed all the clothes from the two small dressers they had been using. The only thing was that she’d put some of her things on the bed. Dick and his brother were able to wrestle their dressers down the stairs without help. Raa had gone down ahead of them to open the front door for them leaving me alone in the bedroom… with a pile of lingerie on the end of the bed. I’m sure I could’ve scarfed at least one pair of Raa’s panties (all bikini’s) without her knowing but I was ‘chicken’. My guess would be that there were probably a dozen or so on the bed and I figured with my luck I’d pick her favorite ones. So far, I’d been lucky with the last two pair I’d taken over at Ed and Ellen's and didn’t want to push it. I did get to peek at the label of a couple and I remember one read Vanity Fair, size 7. Raa was thin and the size puzzled me, but there wasn’t time to think about that before they were ready to ‘horse’ my old furniture up the stairs.
To be continued…
That, to me, was a telling moment. In a small way it told me she wasn’t going to let her ‘condition’ dictate what she was and wasn’t going to do. I finished taking the sails down on her boat while she got congratulations from the other women as they reached shore . I continued to keep my eyes on her and the other women. I didn’t see even one of them show any indication that they were aware of her wetness. Because the women were the last to finish their race many of the men, and some of the women who weren’t racing, had already left the area so it wasn’t like she was on a stage or anything. I wanted to comment on her brazenness but waited until we were on our way home. I wasn’t really sure it was a good idea but went ahead anyway.
We were almost to the village when I brought it up. I had to keep my eyes on the road but also wanted to get an idea of the look on her face when I did. I think I might’ve been holding my breath a bit when I asked her if she knew that she was wet when she came ashore. I was unable to see her face when she answered with something like “So what else is new?” It wasn’t in a mean or negative tone which was a good sign to me. I then asked why she didn’t just squat down in the water when she got to shore. I was looking right at her when she answered and she had an ‘I don’t know’ look and admitted she was too excited about her win to think about that. With that I felt it was time to change the subject.
I spent the rest of the trip home (about 7 or 8 minutes) engaging her in conversation about what she had done to win the race. I wish I could say she gave me some enlightening news but basically told me she just “sailed hard.” The kids were with her mother and she wanted me to go get them immediately so she’d have time to get changed and to start supper. I started to protest, wanting to take advantage of her already wet bottom, but she gave me a flat out “No!”. I would have loved to have been home when she showered and dressed… but, on the other hand, she’d been really nice to me since we’d bought the furniture so couldn’t really complain. I just had to wait until I got back to see what she’d picked out to wear for both panties and clothes.
On my way to get the kids I started to think of what we (Elle and I) could/would do after the kids were in bed. Arriving home I found all my idea were out the window. There was a station wagon parked in the driveway. It looked somewhat familiar and when I got to the house I saw it was Dick and Raa, his wife. I immediately knew why they were there… to look at the furniture I’d spoken to Dick about the previous night on the way to the racetrack. The only thing was that I hadn’t told Elle about it. Walking into the kitchen I didn’t see any of them but could hear voices coming from the stairs. At the top I couldn’t believe my eyes because there was Elle, still in her wet, stained shorts and talking with them. However, at that moment they were looking at the big dresser and not at Elle. I looked at Elle and all she’d give me was one of those ‘what could I do?’ looks. When Dick finished measuring the items he told Raa they’d fit. She, turning towards me, asked how much I wanted for them. Elle and I’d not even discussed what to do with the stuff let alone put a price on it. All I knew was that we wanted it gone so threw out a price of $30. Dick didn’t even bat an eye and reached for his wallet and as he started to hand it to me Elle stepped up and took it from him with a big smile on her face. Raa asked if it was possible to pick them up a little later on. It was almost 6pm by then and we hadn’t eaten. Seeing Elle still dressed as she was I knew she’d not had a chance to even think about fixing supper. I asked why they wanted it right away and Dick said his brother was coming over around 7:30pm or so and would be able to help getting the stuff down our stairs and then, up their stairs. I looked at Elle and she just shrugged her shoulders.
As for eating I suggested calling in a pizza order. That way there would be no real clean up for Elle to have to handle and the kids, who very seldom saw pizza, would be excited. To be ready for Dick and his brother Elle had to get all our things out of the drawers while I went for the pizza. I followed Dick and Raa down the driveway and headed East to the Traveler’s Rest, the local pizza place. On my way I realized that when Elle went to clean out her panty drawer she’d have a real idea of just how many she had and I wasn’t sure that was good idea… but it was too late by then.
When I got home I asked what Elle had done with all our clothes and she said they were stacked in Kaye’s room. I did note that she was still in the same stained shorts and couldn’t figure out why. As the girls were seating themselves at the table I made a dash upstairs to take a look at everything but especially her panties. They were stacked pretty much the way they’d been in the drawer but I noticed a couple that seemed to be carefully laid out across the top of a couple of the piles. To me, that was very strange.
When I saw Dick’s farm truck backing up to the garage I looked at Elle, still dressed the same, and suggested she might want to change. She, sheepishly, acknowledged and headed for the stairs. Dick’s brother suggested that we remove the drawers first which would not only make the items lighter but would give us more to grasp as we made our way down the stairs. Elle had just finished dressing as we headed up to start the project. My first thought upon seeing her was to wonder if she’d chosen to put on the panties I’d seen earlier and a quick peek into Kaye’s room pretty much gave me an answer. The whole process to get the furniture out to the truck took a little over a half hour. I was glad I’d not showered before hand as I was wringing wet with perspiration. Then, it was over to Dick’s house. I’d never been in it and was impressed with the woodwork inside. Built around the turn of the century I couldn’t imagine the cost of trying to replicate it (and that was back in 1968!). Even though it had only taken three of us to get the things down our stairs, four people were required to get it up theirs.
Like Elle, Raa had removed all the clothes from the two small dressers they had been using. The only thing was that she’d put some of her things on the bed. Dick and his brother were able to wrestle their dressers down the stairs without help. Raa had gone down ahead of them to open the front door for them leaving me alone in the bedroom… with a pile of lingerie on the end of the bed. I’m sure I could’ve scarfed at least one pair of Raa’s panties (all bikini’s) without her knowing but I was ‘chicken’. My guess would be that there were probably a dozen or so on the bed and I figured with my luck I’d pick her favorite ones. So far, I’d been lucky with the last two pair I’d taken over at Ed and Ellen's and didn’t want to push it. I did get to peek at the label of a couple and I remember one read Vanity Fair, size 7. Raa was thin and the size puzzled me, but there wasn’t time to think about that before they were ready to ‘horse’ my old furniture up the stairs.
To be continued…
Saturday, November 18, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162y)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162y)
It didn’t take any imagination, especially for me, to know what I was looking at. On the box spring were two pair of band leg cotton panties and a sanitary pad. On the floor was a pair of plastic panties and another sanitary pad. They were what Barbara wore to bed, at least up until the last night she stayed with us. I couldn’t imagine why they’d been stowed under the mattress or why she’d not taken them with her. I picked them all up and thought about what to do with them. It didn’t take long for me to come up with an idea… save them for memory’s sake. The linen closet was in the hallway and Elle kept empty shoe boxes in there never knowing when she’d need one to store something away. I found a small one from a pair of the kids shoes and proceeded to fold the items up and put them in. There was no way to get it up the stairs to the attic even though it was right there as Elle was calling asking if I needed help with the mattress. What was also right there was the little cedar closet that I’d used to hide my ’stash’ right after we’d moved in so that’s where the box went. I got the mattress down the stairs and, along with the other one, loaded onto the roof of the station wagon and took off for the landfill. The whole way there I tried, unsuccessfully, to come up with an idea why Barbara had hidden the items away. I was at a total loss for even a hint for an idea.
It was on my mind, on and off, the rest of the morning as I mowed both the church lawn and our own. It wasn’t until Cliffy showed up with the race car that afternoon before I dropped it. Sometimes Alan and Buster would ride together but on this afternoon he and Dick were in the cab of the hauler. I got right to the point and asked if he might be interested in the furniture we were replacing. He wasn’t but Dick picked up on it right away agreeing to come take a look at it the next day. My focus was to just get rid of it, not make money on it. With that out of the way we got into ‘racing talk’ and, unlike the last time we raced, there was no expectation of a good finish. Having finished second we’d won enough money to be faced with a starting position more to the rear than the front. It was almost like a self fulfilling prophesy and we ended top finishing in the middle of the pack. The only good thing was that damage to the car was more cosmetic than anything else. My friend Jay, from the County data processing department was there with a friend of his. He was introduced to Cliffy and the two of them got into a deep conversation while Jay and I chatted about the race that had just finished. On the way home Cliffy told us we might be in line for some sponsorship money… but no guarantee.
At the sailing club on Sunday I was happy to see the guy and his wife that I’d sort of met the week before when helping Rex rescue the Sunfish that had been washed from their storage racks. They were standing next to a white Comet class sailboat on a trailer. I walked up to them and he introduced himself as Martin, or Marty, and his wife as Janie. I didn’t recognize her at all even though I’d been right up next to her when pushing that Sunfish up the stairs of the club. Her hair was neatly coiffed and she had on some make-up. I was sizing her up as the introductions continued and felt she would offer a definite possibility for at least some DP’s and VPL’s. What also interested me was the sailboat. I’d raced a Comet for over ten years and had sold it so I could introduce my kids to sailing in a boat small enough for them to handle. I still liked the class and hoped that some day I could get back to racing one again. I’d always been a ’numbers guy’ and as each boat had a registration number carved into the centerboard trunk I made a point of checking them out. When I saw the number 2903 I started laughing. Of course Marty had no idea why. My answer was but one word… “Spider”. That thoroughly confused him.
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An aside….
Back when I first got involved at the sailing club I was 11 years old. The club didn’t have a formal junior program with formal sailing lessons at that time. The ‘senior’ sailors would volunteer their time and would take kids like me out sailing with them to get them exposed. One of the sailors who did had a last name of Webb and his boat was named “Spider”. I got to sail in it over a two year period. The registration number was 2903. That had been 20 years ago and here the boat had returned to it’s original venue. I had to ask how Marty came to get the boat. That brought out a laugh from him. He was living in the next county to the West but to go sailing he had to go to a waterfront town with a harbor. After a storm with high tides like we’d just experienced he saw a partially sunk boat ensnared on a marshy island. After seeing it for a few weeks he made his way out to the boat and realizing that it wasn’t too severely damaged got some people to help him salvage it. The Comet Class tried to keep track of all the owners and Marty got in touch with the class office only to find the name and address for it had not responded to mailings in over ten years. Marty then posted notices of the found boat and when he got no response decided to take and restore it and I was looking at the finished product.
What makes the story so ironic is that, in further conversation, Marty and his wife had just made an offer on a house just a mile away from the club in a waterfront Summer community called SaltAire… which is where the guy who had first owned the boat had lived. Marty and Janie didn’t buy the same house but it turned out to be but three away from it.
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The day was to be the ‘maiden voyage’ of the restored boat. After talking with him and helping him to step the mast I was wishing it was me who would be sailing it. But, Janie was his crew. When the boat was launched I had pangs of envy. Janie, like most everyone else who was racing, was wearing shorts but I couldn’t tell if she had a bathing suit on under them. The way they were scheduling the races at that time the Comet’s went first and, if enough wind, they sailed another race following it. Those who were racing Sunfish, like me, had to wait until the Comets’s got their second start. That usually meant the Comets would be finished and put away before we hit the shore. That also meant there was no chance to see Janie at the end of the races.
Elle was also racing and she was finally starting to show confidence in her abilities. This day was the first time the women got their own start. Enough men had complained that the women were interfering with them and today was it. I didn’t see the finish but because she was so excited when she got to shore I was sure she’d won. I’m laughing as I type this because when she stepped off the boat I could see that she was wet and not from sea water… and she didn’t care. I was going to tell her to go take a dip into the water but after I gave her a congratulatory hug she darted off to talk with one of the other women. I stood there watching her still bouncing up and down from excitement and ignoring the fact she was ‘advertising’ to all around her that she’d pee’d her pants.
To be continued...
It didn’t take any imagination, especially for me, to know what I was looking at. On the box spring were two pair of band leg cotton panties and a sanitary pad. On the floor was a pair of plastic panties and another sanitary pad. They were what Barbara wore to bed, at least up until the last night she stayed with us. I couldn’t imagine why they’d been stowed under the mattress or why she’d not taken them with her. I picked them all up and thought about what to do with them. It didn’t take long for me to come up with an idea… save them for memory’s sake. The linen closet was in the hallway and Elle kept empty shoe boxes in there never knowing when she’d need one to store something away. I found a small one from a pair of the kids shoes and proceeded to fold the items up and put them in. There was no way to get it up the stairs to the attic even though it was right there as Elle was calling asking if I needed help with the mattress. What was also right there was the little cedar closet that I’d used to hide my ’stash’ right after we’d moved in so that’s where the box went. I got the mattress down the stairs and, along with the other one, loaded onto the roof of the station wagon and took off for the landfill. The whole way there I tried, unsuccessfully, to come up with an idea why Barbara had hidden the items away. I was at a total loss for even a hint for an idea.
At the sailing club on Sunday I was happy to see the guy and his wife that I’d sort of met the week before when helping Rex rescue the Sunfish that had been washed from their storage racks. They were standing next to a white Comet class sailboat on a trailer. I walked up to them and he introduced himself as Martin, or Marty, and his wife as Janie. I didn’t recognize her at all even though I’d been right up next to her when pushing that Sunfish up the stairs of the club. Her hair was neatly coiffed and she had on some make-up. I was sizing her up as the introductions continued and felt she would offer a definite possibility for at least some DP’s and VPL’s. What also interested me was the sailboat. I’d raced a Comet for over ten years and had sold it so I could introduce my kids to sailing in a boat small enough for them to handle. I still liked the class and hoped that some day I could get back to racing one again. I’d always been a ’numbers guy’ and as each boat had a registration number carved into the centerboard trunk I made a point of checking them out. When I saw the number 2903 I started laughing. Of course Marty had no idea why. My answer was but one word… “Spider”. That thoroughly confused him.
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An aside….
Back when I first got involved at the sailing club I was 11 years old. The club didn’t have a formal junior program with formal sailing lessons at that time. The ‘senior’ sailors would volunteer their time and would take kids like me out sailing with them to get them exposed. One of the sailors who did had a last name of Webb and his boat was named “Spider”. I got to sail in it over a two year period. The registration number was 2903. That had been 20 years ago and here the boat had returned to it’s original venue. I had to ask how Marty came to get the boat. That brought out a laugh from him. He was living in the next county to the West but to go sailing he had to go to a waterfront town with a harbor. After a storm with high tides like we’d just experienced he saw a partially sunk boat ensnared on a marshy island. After seeing it for a few weeks he made his way out to the boat and realizing that it wasn’t too severely damaged got some people to help him salvage it. The Comet Class tried to keep track of all the owners and Marty got in touch with the class office only to find the name and address for it had not responded to mailings in over ten years. Marty then posted notices of the found boat and when he got no response decided to take and restore it and I was looking at the finished product.
What makes the story so ironic is that, in further conversation, Marty and his wife had just made an offer on a house just a mile away from the club in a waterfront Summer community called SaltAire… which is where the guy who had first owned the boat had lived. Marty and Janie didn’t buy the same house but it turned out to be but three away from it.
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The day was to be the ‘maiden voyage’ of the restored boat. After talking with him and helping him to step the mast I was wishing it was me who would be sailing it. But, Janie was his crew. When the boat was launched I had pangs of envy. Janie, like most everyone else who was racing, was wearing shorts but I couldn’t tell if she had a bathing suit on under them. The way they were scheduling the races at that time the Comet’s went first and, if enough wind, they sailed another race following it. Those who were racing Sunfish, like me, had to wait until the Comets’s got their second start. That usually meant the Comets would be finished and put away before we hit the shore. That also meant there was no chance to see Janie at the end of the races.
Elle was also racing and she was finally starting to show confidence in her abilities. This day was the first time the women got their own start. Enough men had complained that the women were interfering with them and today was it. I didn’t see the finish but because she was so excited when she got to shore I was sure she’d won. I’m laughing as I type this because when she stepped off the boat I could see that she was wet and not from sea water… and she didn’t care. I was going to tell her to go take a dip into the water but after I gave her a congratulatory hug she darted off to talk with one of the other women. I stood there watching her still bouncing up and down from excitement and ignoring the fact she was ‘advertising’ to all around her that she’d pee’d her pants.
To be continued...
Thursday, November 16, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162x)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (part 162x)
On the way to our vehicles Elle stopped to say she wasn’t all that comfortable going to a restaurant wearing her damp panties. I told her she’d be fine, that no one would know. She brought up the subject of smell and I was ready for it. This was still back in the days when you could smoke anywhere and the little restaurant where we were headed was no different. A little persuasion and she continued on to our station wagon which as parked next to my car. Again, she stopped. She raised the specter of the wetness of her damp panties getting into her slacks. To me that wasn’t a problem. I told her to just pull the slacks down as she stepped in. That brought forth one of her typical ‘looks’ but I was undeterred. I opened the drivers door and then the back door behind it. It made like a little box where no one could see her/us. I remember her taking a deep breath as she pulled the white slacks down to just below her panties. Just as she was sliding into the seat I got my hand on her backside and the panties really weren’t all that wet. I told she’d be OK and, more or less, guaranteed that no one would be the wiser. Without a word she pulled the door shut and started the engine.
She pulled out of the parking lot first and I followed behind her. It wasn’t until I could see the restaurant up ahead that it came to me that she might just drive on by. I held my breath until I saw her make the turn into the lot. I was lucky enough to be able to park next to her and we reversed what we’d done earlier with Elle stepping out and then pulling her slacks up. What should’ve been an exciting time for me was more of an ordeal what with having to keep Elle on track. Cliff, the owner of the place was bartending when we walked in. He didn’t take reservations which made people who were waiting for tables spend time at the bar which was the real source of profit. You had to sign in and then wait until a table became available. With only two of us I knew we’d have a bit of a wait. I went over to chat with Cliff and told him I was a partner in a NASCAR modified and all I got for that was “You’re an idiot!” Along with a big smile. No sooner had I uttered that information to Cliff when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking behind me I saw Davo, the 6’6” guy I’d played basketball with for a while during the Winter. He was also a big racing fan and I’d see him and his girlfriend Leigh after the races each Saturday night and occasionally at the garage where we worked on the car. I asked where she was and he pointed towards the rest rooms. Before she returned he asked if Elle and I wanted to join them. He said we’d get a table for four much quicker than for a two. I liked both Davo and Leigh so said sure. Elle knew them both from high school even though the were in the grades behind her. Leigh’s mother was the school nurse and Elle was friendly with her. I thought it would make for a nice evening.
I’ve mentioned in prior posts that Davo could consume volumes of just about any type of alcoholic drink and not show it. Leigh, on the other hand was always being kidded as a two beer drunk. When she finally appeared it was obvious as soon as she opened her mouth. There’s a trite saying… “put you mind in gear before putting your mouth in motion”. All I’m going to say is the we were entertained by Leigh’s efforts to try and carry on a conversation. In the back of my mind was the last time I’d seen her at the garage when she’d wet herself. The circumstances were certainly different on this evening with a rest room readily available as opposed to the situation at the garage where the restroom was located in a locked office. But… that’s where my mind was. Since steak was the specialty of the house we all had the same. Davo kept polishing off one highball after another while Leigh nursed a couple of them along. I noticed that neither of them ate much. Nothing happened with Leigh and when Elle and I finished up Davo said that they were staying for a “nightcap”. As I pushed away from the table I looked at Leigh and she could hardly hold her head up. I was wondering if she could even stand up by then. Davo said they’d see me at the races the next night. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of shape Leigh would be in by then.
It was still light out when were on our way out. Elle stopped and I asked why. She said she should use the ladies room since it had been about three hours since her ‘accident’ in the bank lobby. I remember holding her arm to keep her from going back inside and pleading her not to. It was only about ten to twelve minutes until we’d be home. She made a face but she started toward the station wagon. With no kids at home I couldn’t wait until we got there. She, like earlier, led the way. She pulled the wagon into the garage and I waited for her outside… but she didn’t come. By then it was dark so when I walked inside I really couldn’t see much more that a white pantsed form headed towards me. I don’t remember either of us saying anything as we walked up the path. As I unlocked the door and opened the door I asked if she was OK and turned to look at her. She was pointing to her crotch. All the way home I was thinking of different ways we could have some ‘wet fun’ and there it was. I hadn’t partaken of it but seeing the resigned look on her face gave me, for the first time that afternoon and night, a full blown hard-on. I immediately wanted a picture so I’d have a reminder of the day as a whole. Reluctantly, she agreed but it was to be without her face. What could I do but to agree.
Even thought it was still too early for sleep we did head up the
stairs… and made good use of both her wet panties and the lack of kids
to interrupt our fun. We didn’t fall asleep this time. After we’d
finished and cleaned up Elle wanted to wash out both the shorts she’d
wet earlier and her new slacks. After she did that we spent the rest of
the evening in just our underwear. What’s funny in writing about it is
that I remember we never thought to pull the curtains. It would’ve been a
voyeurs delight to have watched us though the windows of the den. Elle
was still worked up about the new bedroom furniture so we came up with a
plan on what to do with the things we had. Alan, from the race car
crew, had just bought his first house and might be interested in it. I’d
be with him at the races and could possibly find a ‘home’ for them
right away. Since I had to go to the landfill (dump) the next morning I
told her I’d take the mattresses from the spare beds in Jean and Anne’s
rooms. That way, when the new ones came they could just put them in
place.
After getting up Elle stripped the bedding off the two spare beds so all I’d have to do was drag the old mattresses down the stairs. I did the one from Jean’s room first as it was the easier of the two. I didn’t want Elle’s help until I got it down the stairs afraid she might get hurt. It was a cheap, thin one and quite light so was easy to move. I think it had been left behind by the previous owners. After getting down and into the yard I went back for the other one. I slid the mattress off the box spring and saw some things lying on it. After dragging it out to the hall I went back to see what they were. I ended up calling them “The ghosts of Barbara”.
To be continued…
On the way to our vehicles Elle stopped to say she wasn’t all that comfortable going to a restaurant wearing her damp panties. I told her she’d be fine, that no one would know. She brought up the subject of smell and I was ready for it. This was still back in the days when you could smoke anywhere and the little restaurant where we were headed was no different. A little persuasion and she continued on to our station wagon which as parked next to my car. Again, she stopped. She raised the specter of the wetness of her damp panties getting into her slacks. To me that wasn’t a problem. I told her to just pull the slacks down as she stepped in. That brought forth one of her typical ‘looks’ but I was undeterred. I opened the drivers door and then the back door behind it. It made like a little box where no one could see her/us. I remember her taking a deep breath as she pulled the white slacks down to just below her panties. Just as she was sliding into the seat I got my hand on her backside and the panties really weren’t all that wet. I told she’d be OK and, more or less, guaranteed that no one would be the wiser. Without a word she pulled the door shut and started the engine.
She pulled out of the parking lot first and I followed behind her. It wasn’t until I could see the restaurant up ahead that it came to me that she might just drive on by. I held my breath until I saw her make the turn into the lot. I was lucky enough to be able to park next to her and we reversed what we’d done earlier with Elle stepping out and then pulling her slacks up. What should’ve been an exciting time for me was more of an ordeal what with having to keep Elle on track. Cliff, the owner of the place was bartending when we walked in. He didn’t take reservations which made people who were waiting for tables spend time at the bar which was the real source of profit. You had to sign in and then wait until a table became available. With only two of us I knew we’d have a bit of a wait. I went over to chat with Cliff and told him I was a partner in a NASCAR modified and all I got for that was “You’re an idiot!” Along with a big smile. No sooner had I uttered that information to Cliff when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking behind me I saw Davo, the 6’6” guy I’d played basketball with for a while during the Winter. He was also a big racing fan and I’d see him and his girlfriend Leigh after the races each Saturday night and occasionally at the garage where we worked on the car. I asked where she was and he pointed towards the rest rooms. Before she returned he asked if Elle and I wanted to join them. He said we’d get a table for four much quicker than for a two. I liked both Davo and Leigh so said sure. Elle knew them both from high school even though the were in the grades behind her. Leigh’s mother was the school nurse and Elle was friendly with her. I thought it would make for a nice evening.
I’ve mentioned in prior posts that Davo could consume volumes of just about any type of alcoholic drink and not show it. Leigh, on the other hand was always being kidded as a two beer drunk. When she finally appeared it was obvious as soon as she opened her mouth. There’s a trite saying… “put you mind in gear before putting your mouth in motion”. All I’m going to say is the we were entertained by Leigh’s efforts to try and carry on a conversation. In the back of my mind was the last time I’d seen her at the garage when she’d wet herself. The circumstances were certainly different on this evening with a rest room readily available as opposed to the situation at the garage where the restroom was located in a locked office. But… that’s where my mind was. Since steak was the specialty of the house we all had the same. Davo kept polishing off one highball after another while Leigh nursed a couple of them along. I noticed that neither of them ate much. Nothing happened with Leigh and when Elle and I finished up Davo said that they were staying for a “nightcap”. As I pushed away from the table I looked at Leigh and she could hardly hold her head up. I was wondering if she could even stand up by then. Davo said they’d see me at the races the next night. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of shape Leigh would be in by then.
It was still light out when were on our way out. Elle stopped and I asked why. She said she should use the ladies room since it had been about three hours since her ‘accident’ in the bank lobby. I remember holding her arm to keep her from going back inside and pleading her not to. It was only about ten to twelve minutes until we’d be home. She made a face but she started toward the station wagon. With no kids at home I couldn’t wait until we got there. She, like earlier, led the way. She pulled the wagon into the garage and I waited for her outside… but she didn’t come. By then it was dark so when I walked inside I really couldn’t see much more that a white pantsed form headed towards me. I don’t remember either of us saying anything as we walked up the path. As I unlocked the door and opened the door I asked if she was OK and turned to look at her. She was pointing to her crotch. All the way home I was thinking of different ways we could have some ‘wet fun’ and there it was. I hadn’t partaken of it but seeing the resigned look on her face gave me, for the first time that afternoon and night, a full blown hard-on. I immediately wanted a picture so I’d have a reminder of the day as a whole. Reluctantly, she agreed but it was to be without her face. What could I do but to agree.
After getting up Elle stripped the bedding off the two spare beds so all I’d have to do was drag the old mattresses down the stairs. I did the one from Jean’s room first as it was the easier of the two. I didn’t want Elle’s help until I got it down the stairs afraid she might get hurt. It was a cheap, thin one and quite light so was easy to move. I think it had been left behind by the previous owners. After getting down and into the yard I went back for the other one. I slid the mattress off the box spring and saw some things lying on it. After dragging it out to the hall I went back to see what they were. I ended up calling them “The ghosts of Barbara”.
To be continued…
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... so much of it (Part 162w)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part162w)
Even with the addition of the two mattresses the total cost was less than the figure I had in mind. I’d deposited $2,500 of the profit from the sale of the stock into our checking account so I could pay for our purchases right then and there. The next phase was picking a delivery date and deciding what to do with the furniture we’d be replacing. Elle decided on Tuesday for delivery which gave me some time to get things organized before it all came. Flush with excitement, we then headed back to Main St which was no more than 200 feet away. At the corner I took a look at the time and temperature sign on the bank building and saw it was now after 5pm. In my mind I’d been mulling the thought of looking for a pair of white slacks like the ones Ellen had been wearing that night we visited. The thing holding me back was that Elle already had a couple of pairs of white pants. I was just about to suggest we take a walk down the street to the store that sold only clothes for females when Elle asked if we could look for a ‘fancy dress’ for our upcoming trip to Bermuda. Even though I knew it would cost me I said it was OK and we headed in that direction. I didn’t like the manager of the store but there was little doubt that the goods they sold were quality and the prices were reasonable. So… we headed in that direction.
Not having shopped for dresses it was a new experience for me. Since she had an idea of what she was looking for I told her I was going to look around while she went though the process. Even though it was July and technically early Summer, I discovered the store was having a sale on many of their Spring/Summer goods. It wasn’t hard to find the Summer weight slacks and I targeted the white ones. I didn’t really know much about the type I was looking for so flipped through the whole sale rack. Of the dozen or so in Elle’s size only three were white and I found one that seemed to be light weight and had the look of the pair Ellen had worn. The price tag told me to buy them even if they weren’t exactly the same. I took them to Elle and, as expected, was questioned as to why since she had two white pair already. My answer was but one word… “Price…” and showed her the ticket. She shrugged her shoulders but took them into the changing room to try them on. When she reappeared I knew I wanted them. I could see her panties through the material without her doing much bending at all. When she turned to go back into the changing room I could see she was wearing two pair of panties and knew she’d done it just for me… and I smiled as she disappeared into the room. (Incidentally, she did, finally, pick out a dress.)
The store was half way between the bank and the travel agency where I’d booked our Bermuda trip. The next payment wasn’t due until August 1st but since I had the checkbook and the account had money in it I told Elle we might as well keep going and pay it. Elle knew Gertrude, the owner, because one of her sons had been in her high school class. It was sort of a reunion as they reminisced a bit. She had more material for us on our arrangements which served to get us both excited as it was now just six weeks until we’d be on our way.
By the time we left the agency it was almost 6pm. Neither of us had discussed what we were going to do for supper and as we made our way back to the bank decided that on our way home we’d stop at the restaurant run by Cliff, the driver of my very first race car. On our way back Elle stopped to look in the window of a shoe store but, thankfully, it closed at 6pm. As she looked through the window I thought I saw her do a ‘dip’, slightly bending both knees and I knew what that meant. It wasn’t that far to the bank and when we reached the corner I asked if she had to go. That drew a pained look to her face. I know it was cruel to do it because I knew the power of suggestion was ‘deadly’ for Elle. From the corner the bank was right across the street. With the bank closed the only entry was from the rear door and from there to the restroom was the whole length of the building. I unlocked the door and Elle kind of shuffled into the lobby. I had had to relock it and when I turned I saw Elle in a semi squat some fifteen or so feet into the lobby. My immediate reaction was to stop her from peeing on the carpet and saw the waste basket right next to the check writing counter. I grabbed it and told her to sit on it. I’m trying to remember the look on her face when she heard that… but she did. After a bit she looked up at me and said something like “What now?”. (If only we had iPhones with a camera back in those days!)
For me there was one thing for sure… I had to empty the pee from the container before leaving. As for Elle, she stood up after a couple of minutes and I could clearly see the double crotch lines of her panties through the wet material of her shorts. The wetness hadn’t yet wicked up too far and I remember her reaching around and feeling her backside. She’d verbalized “What now?” and now the expression on her face repeated it. The only place to dump the container was in the rest room toilet so I told her to follow me. As we walked I came up with two choices for her with one being that she put on the new dress. As soon as she heard that she started shaking her head saying that she wasn’t going to “christen it” that way. Also in the bag were the new white slacks. But, before I made that suggestion I told her to take off the wet shorts and try using some paper towels to soak up the wetness in her crotch. I handed her a few and she just had a puzzled look on her face as she started wiping herself. I laughed because I knew that wasn’t going to accomplish anything so got some more towels and laid them out on the side chair at my desk and told her to sit down. The seat was vinyl so I knew the dampness wouldn’t hurt anything.
It took me a few minutes to wash out the trash container and when I finished I told her to stand up. The towels on the seat were now saturated so I got a few more and she repeated the process. While seated she finally asked what I was trying to accomplish. I pulled the white slacks out of the bag and held them up. She had a big, wrinkled frown when she saw them but before she could protest I told her it was the only way she was going to get out of the bank. Reluctantly, she stood up and I walked around behind her and patted her fanny. The panties were now only damp, somewhat like what you would find after clothes had been through the spin cycle of a washing machine. I think I told her I’d guarantee that the wetness would not show through the slacks. I held the pants for her as she stepped into them and told her not to pull them up tight. She still wasn’t fully ‘buying it' but I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do… keep her in her wet/damp panties. As we headed for the door I reminded her of all the things she’d gotten earlier and told her to cheer up. That got a smile out of her and as I watched her walk out the door ahead of me I was smiling too as I looked at her almost see through slacks. (BTW I finally remembered what the name of the material was/is… Pique)
To be continued...
Even with the addition of the two mattresses the total cost was less than the figure I had in mind. I’d deposited $2,500 of the profit from the sale of the stock into our checking account so I could pay for our purchases right then and there. The next phase was picking a delivery date and deciding what to do with the furniture we’d be replacing. Elle decided on Tuesday for delivery which gave me some time to get things organized before it all came. Flush with excitement, we then headed back to Main St which was no more than 200 feet away. At the corner I took a look at the time and temperature sign on the bank building and saw it was now after 5pm. In my mind I’d been mulling the thought of looking for a pair of white slacks like the ones Ellen had been wearing that night we visited. The thing holding me back was that Elle already had a couple of pairs of white pants. I was just about to suggest we take a walk down the street to the store that sold only clothes for females when Elle asked if we could look for a ‘fancy dress’ for our upcoming trip to Bermuda. Even though I knew it would cost me I said it was OK and we headed in that direction. I didn’t like the manager of the store but there was little doubt that the goods they sold were quality and the prices were reasonable. So… we headed in that direction.
Not having shopped for dresses it was a new experience for me. Since she had an idea of what she was looking for I told her I was going to look around while she went though the process. Even though it was July and technically early Summer, I discovered the store was having a sale on many of their Spring/Summer goods. It wasn’t hard to find the Summer weight slacks and I targeted the white ones. I didn’t really know much about the type I was looking for so flipped through the whole sale rack. Of the dozen or so in Elle’s size only three were white and I found one that seemed to be light weight and had the look of the pair Ellen had worn. The price tag told me to buy them even if they weren’t exactly the same. I took them to Elle and, as expected, was questioned as to why since she had two white pair already. My answer was but one word… “Price…” and showed her the ticket. She shrugged her shoulders but took them into the changing room to try them on. When she reappeared I knew I wanted them. I could see her panties through the material without her doing much bending at all. When she turned to go back into the changing room I could see she was wearing two pair of panties and knew she’d done it just for me… and I smiled as she disappeared into the room. (Incidentally, she did, finally, pick out a dress.)
The store was half way between the bank and the travel agency where I’d booked our Bermuda trip. The next payment wasn’t due until August 1st but since I had the checkbook and the account had money in it I told Elle we might as well keep going and pay it. Elle knew Gertrude, the owner, because one of her sons had been in her high school class. It was sort of a reunion as they reminisced a bit. She had more material for us on our arrangements which served to get us both excited as it was now just six weeks until we’d be on our way.
By the time we left the agency it was almost 6pm. Neither of us had discussed what we were going to do for supper and as we made our way back to the bank decided that on our way home we’d stop at the restaurant run by Cliff, the driver of my very first race car. On our way back Elle stopped to look in the window of a shoe store but, thankfully, it closed at 6pm. As she looked through the window I thought I saw her do a ‘dip’, slightly bending both knees and I knew what that meant. It wasn’t that far to the bank and when we reached the corner I asked if she had to go. That drew a pained look to her face. I know it was cruel to do it because I knew the power of suggestion was ‘deadly’ for Elle. From the corner the bank was right across the street. With the bank closed the only entry was from the rear door and from there to the restroom was the whole length of the building. I unlocked the door and Elle kind of shuffled into the lobby. I had had to relock it and when I turned I saw Elle in a semi squat some fifteen or so feet into the lobby. My immediate reaction was to stop her from peeing on the carpet and saw the waste basket right next to the check writing counter. I grabbed it and told her to sit on it. I’m trying to remember the look on her face when she heard that… but she did. After a bit she looked up at me and said something like “What now?”. (If only we had iPhones with a camera back in those days!)
For me there was one thing for sure… I had to empty the pee from the container before leaving. As for Elle, she stood up after a couple of minutes and I could clearly see the double crotch lines of her panties through the wet material of her shorts. The wetness hadn’t yet wicked up too far and I remember her reaching around and feeling her backside. She’d verbalized “What now?” and now the expression on her face repeated it. The only place to dump the container was in the rest room toilet so I told her to follow me. As we walked I came up with two choices for her with one being that she put on the new dress. As soon as she heard that she started shaking her head saying that she wasn’t going to “christen it” that way. Also in the bag were the new white slacks. But, before I made that suggestion I told her to take off the wet shorts and try using some paper towels to soak up the wetness in her crotch. I handed her a few and she just had a puzzled look on her face as she started wiping herself. I laughed because I knew that wasn’t going to accomplish anything so got some more towels and laid them out on the side chair at my desk and told her to sit down. The seat was vinyl so I knew the dampness wouldn’t hurt anything.
It took me a few minutes to wash out the trash container and when I finished I told her to stand up. The towels on the seat were now saturated so I got a few more and she repeated the process. While seated she finally asked what I was trying to accomplish. I pulled the white slacks out of the bag and held them up. She had a big, wrinkled frown when she saw them but before she could protest I told her it was the only way she was going to get out of the bank. Reluctantly, she stood up and I walked around behind her and patted her fanny. The panties were now only damp, somewhat like what you would find after clothes had been through the spin cycle of a washing machine. I think I told her I’d guarantee that the wetness would not show through the slacks. I held the pants for her as she stepped into them and told her not to pull them up tight. She still wasn’t fully ‘buying it' but I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do… keep her in her wet/damp panties. As we headed for the door I reminded her of all the things she’d gotten earlier and told her to cheer up. That got a smile out of her and as I watched her walk out the door ahead of me I was smiling too as I looked at her almost see through slacks. (BTW I finally remembered what the name of the material was/is… Pique)
To be continued...
Sunday, November 12, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162v)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162v)
Ed had been an aerospace engineer who had worked on the lunar module until the company shifted all the work on it to Texas. That, to me, was a familiar theme for the company. When Elle and I moved into the mobile home park our next door neighbor who had written many of the operational manuals for it was suddenly transferred when he was approaching ten years of work service and would have to be vested as far as retirement was concerned. The company paid well but didn’t want to fund their retirement program and this was one way to avoid it. Ed, however, as an engineer was considered a professional and when he refused the transfer he was entitled to severance… and he took it. That, along with an inheritance, allowed him to buy the house and property… and it was a lot of property. Leaving the women to talk about kids and things they like to talk about Ed took me out back to show me what he’d bought.
The property was very deceiving with only about 75 feet of street frontage. The further back we got the wider it became. But, before we got past the barn I saw something that got my immediate attention off to the the East of it… a T pole clothes line just like I had in our backyard. Remembering the panties I’d taken from the barn I could imagine that they’d been hanging out there when the rain had started that day. I immediately got the thought that if I became good friends with Ed I might have an opportunity to see a line or two of panties sometime in the future. Of course we didn’t stop there but walked on and out to a pasture like field. If I were to guess it was about four acres. The South end of it actually bordered on the creek that the marina where “Big B’s” boat was kept. Ed was really excited as we walked out into the open space. I’d lived in the area for most of my life and had no idea that this property even existed. And that was what had caught Ed’s attention. From the middle of the field we could see the creek as it meandered to the bay. He had a vision to make it into a housing development with between 15 and 20 houses with deeded rights to access the creek. By the time we got back to the house I had an idea why he’d searched me out that stormy day. With me being a banker he was looking for future funding for his envisioned project. I wasn’t too happy about it but chose to not say anything negative. I had one ‘out’ for the future and that was I had nothing to do with any of the lending the bank did. That was J J’s bailiwick but I didn’t bring it up at that time. I was selfishly thinking of some opportunities for panty viewing in the future either on the clothes line or on Ellen’s person.
The kids were absolutely amazed seeing ice cream being made. Edna offered to make some more for the adults. I was curious as to just how it was done so Ellen told Edna to bring the churning bucket out on the porch. There wasn’t a table to put it on so Edna offered to do it on the floor. After getting all the components (if you’ve never done it… there’s a LOT to it) she got down on her hands and knees. I thought the highlight of the night was in seeing Ellen walk around in her white slacks but my view of Edna’s backside was almost as good. When she was putting the things on the floor I thought I saw a double VPL but she didn’t take much time so I couldn’t confirm it. I immediately remembered the night she’d been at our house and on that occasion I was sure she was wearing two panties. So, for the next few minutes my attention was on Edna and not the making of home made ice cream. As she settled in to turning the crank she was on her knees and leaning forward which pulled her top up and I got exactly what I’d hoped for… two separate waist elastics. The show lasted for about five minutes and my eyes spent most of that time on them. Running through my mind was why two pair. I knew it was an unanswerable question but I was hung up on it.
When I woke up on Friday morning Elle was already up and dressed. It was certainly obvious she was excited about what would happen that afternoon. She’d already confirmed that her mother would have the kids for overnight which was like a reprieve for me… and the possibility of a really fun evening if I played my cards right. For me, my priority at work was to get a chance to talk with Joanie along with Bret and Trish. I knew she didn’t have the total experience Trish had and wanted to make sure that we were all aware of the differences between what Trish was capable of doing and what Joanie would be able to do. I could dictate a letter to Trish and not have one word wrong. Joanie hadn’t taken dictation since she graduated. Trish could type around 60 words per minute. When I gave typing tests when I worked for the County I only had a handful of women who could type that many. My guess for Joanie was about half that and I wanted it recognized so as not to put unwanted pressure on her. When we were through I could see Joanie was more at ease. Trish volunteered to help her at every chance she got. Later, I warned her not to ‘hover’ and reminded her that when she started she had to do it on her own. That got a smile from her.
I’d made arrangements with Bret to take the Friday night duty and gave up my lunch hour to be able to take off at 4pm with Elle. I remember the looks she got from the tellers when she walked in to the lobby. Some had never seen her before and she looked great. I was surprised that she’d worn white shorts knowing her ‘problem’ but was actually proud of her. The furniture store was less than five minutes away and we headed right there. In the almost ten years we’d been married we’d actually only bought two pieces of furniture… a sofa bed and a dinette set. The two mobile homes we’d owned came furnished. The house came partially furnished and my parents filled in the ‘holes’ with some of their old things. So, walking in to a furniture showroom was something entirely new for Elle and I had to keep reminding her we were there only for a bedroom set. We both liked the same style so it didn’t become the ordeal I’d been warned about. We agreed that we didn’t need a headboard and used the money we saved to buy what’s called a wash stand to go with a ‘high boy’ dresser and a traditional long dresser with a mirror.
I hadn’t set a hard and fast dollar limit and when the ticket was written up I made the mistake of commenting that it wasn’t as much as I’d expected. Elle picked up on it. There was a stack of mattresses leaning against the back wall and Elle asked the salesperson about them. We were told they were old showroom floor models and were on sale for half price. All of the four mattresses in the girl’s rooms were either ‘hand me downs’ with an unknown background or were as old as we were. Elle had listed getting new ones on our ‘want/need’ list so… when she heard that she looked at me with this ‘look’ that said ‘please???” My first thought was ‘no way” but then I figured if I said ‘yes’ I’d buy myself some ‘favors’… and agreed to it. Her immediate reaction was to give me a big kiss… and got me to thinking just what I could parlay it into.
To be continued…
Ed had been an aerospace engineer who had worked on the lunar module until the company shifted all the work on it to Texas. That, to me, was a familiar theme for the company. When Elle and I moved into the mobile home park our next door neighbor who had written many of the operational manuals for it was suddenly transferred when he was approaching ten years of work service and would have to be vested as far as retirement was concerned. The company paid well but didn’t want to fund their retirement program and this was one way to avoid it. Ed, however, as an engineer was considered a professional and when he refused the transfer he was entitled to severance… and he took it. That, along with an inheritance, allowed him to buy the house and property… and it was a lot of property. Leaving the women to talk about kids and things they like to talk about Ed took me out back to show me what he’d bought.
The property was very deceiving with only about 75 feet of street frontage. The further back we got the wider it became. But, before we got past the barn I saw something that got my immediate attention off to the the East of it… a T pole clothes line just like I had in our backyard. Remembering the panties I’d taken from the barn I could imagine that they’d been hanging out there when the rain had started that day. I immediately got the thought that if I became good friends with Ed I might have an opportunity to see a line or two of panties sometime in the future. Of course we didn’t stop there but walked on and out to a pasture like field. If I were to guess it was about four acres. The South end of it actually bordered on the creek that the marina where “Big B’s” boat was kept. Ed was really excited as we walked out into the open space. I’d lived in the area for most of my life and had no idea that this property even existed. And that was what had caught Ed’s attention. From the middle of the field we could see the creek as it meandered to the bay. He had a vision to make it into a housing development with between 15 and 20 houses with deeded rights to access the creek. By the time we got back to the house I had an idea why he’d searched me out that stormy day. With me being a banker he was looking for future funding for his envisioned project. I wasn’t too happy about it but chose to not say anything negative. I had one ‘out’ for the future and that was I had nothing to do with any of the lending the bank did. That was J J’s bailiwick but I didn’t bring it up at that time. I was selfishly thinking of some opportunities for panty viewing in the future either on the clothes line or on Ellen’s person.
The kids were absolutely amazed seeing ice cream being made. Edna offered to make some more for the adults. I was curious as to just how it was done so Ellen told Edna to bring the churning bucket out on the porch. There wasn’t a table to put it on so Edna offered to do it on the floor. After getting all the components (if you’ve never done it… there’s a LOT to it) she got down on her hands and knees. I thought the highlight of the night was in seeing Ellen walk around in her white slacks but my view of Edna’s backside was almost as good. When she was putting the things on the floor I thought I saw a double VPL but she didn’t take much time so I couldn’t confirm it. I immediately remembered the night she’d been at our house and on that occasion I was sure she was wearing two panties. So, for the next few minutes my attention was on Edna and not the making of home made ice cream. As she settled in to turning the crank she was on her knees and leaning forward which pulled her top up and I got exactly what I’d hoped for… two separate waist elastics. The show lasted for about five minutes and my eyes spent most of that time on them. Running through my mind was why two pair. I knew it was an unanswerable question but I was hung up on it.
When I woke up on Friday morning Elle was already up and dressed. It was certainly obvious she was excited about what would happen that afternoon. She’d already confirmed that her mother would have the kids for overnight which was like a reprieve for me… and the possibility of a really fun evening if I played my cards right. For me, my priority at work was to get a chance to talk with Joanie along with Bret and Trish. I knew she didn’t have the total experience Trish had and wanted to make sure that we were all aware of the differences between what Trish was capable of doing and what Joanie would be able to do. I could dictate a letter to Trish and not have one word wrong. Joanie hadn’t taken dictation since she graduated. Trish could type around 60 words per minute. When I gave typing tests when I worked for the County I only had a handful of women who could type that many. My guess for Joanie was about half that and I wanted it recognized so as not to put unwanted pressure on her. When we were through I could see Joanie was more at ease. Trish volunteered to help her at every chance she got. Later, I warned her not to ‘hover’ and reminded her that when she started she had to do it on her own. That got a smile from her.
I’d made arrangements with Bret to take the Friday night duty and gave up my lunch hour to be able to take off at 4pm with Elle. I remember the looks she got from the tellers when she walked in to the lobby. Some had never seen her before and she looked great. I was surprised that she’d worn white shorts knowing her ‘problem’ but was actually proud of her. The furniture store was less than five minutes away and we headed right there. In the almost ten years we’d been married we’d actually only bought two pieces of furniture… a sofa bed and a dinette set. The two mobile homes we’d owned came furnished. The house came partially furnished and my parents filled in the ‘holes’ with some of their old things. So, walking in to a furniture showroom was something entirely new for Elle and I had to keep reminding her we were there only for a bedroom set. We both liked the same style so it didn’t become the ordeal I’d been warned about. We agreed that we didn’t need a headboard and used the money we saved to buy what’s called a wash stand to go with a ‘high boy’ dresser and a traditional long dresser with a mirror.
I hadn’t set a hard and fast dollar limit and when the ticket was written up I made the mistake of commenting that it wasn’t as much as I’d expected. Elle picked up on it. There was a stack of mattresses leaning against the back wall and Elle asked the salesperson about them. We were told they were old showroom floor models and were on sale for half price. All of the four mattresses in the girl’s rooms were either ‘hand me downs’ with an unknown background or were as old as we were. Elle had listed getting new ones on our ‘want/need’ list so… when she heard that she looked at me with this ‘look’ that said ‘please???” My first thought was ‘no way” but then I figured if I said ‘yes’ I’d buy myself some ‘favors’… and agreed to it. Her immediate reaction was to give me a big kiss… and got me to thinking just what I could parlay it into.
To be continued…
Friday, November 10, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162u)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162u)
I can’t say I was holding my breath waiting to hear what she wanted to talk with me about… but I surely wasn’t comfortable. She asked where my wife was and that was a bit of relief. I didn’t really know and had to look around to find her. I saw she was with a few of the other ‘wannabe’ racers on the porch of the club. Some of the top skippers were talking with them so pointed her in that direction… breathing a sigh of relief as she turned to walk away. But, I took advantage of that to study her a little bit. Thin and not really pretty but with a bit of a figure, she was worth a closer look. I couldn’t see a VPL or anything interesting but she was certainly worth a second look. I watched as she walked up to Elle and wondered just what she wanted from her. I had to get back to rigging the boat so let the thought pass.
It wasn’t until the lessons were over and we were putting our Sunfish away that I was able to ask Elle what it was that the woman wanted. I breathed easier when she said we’d been invited to her house for dessert as a thank you for feeding her daughter Edna. Our whole family was invited and she and Elle had settled on the next evening. I couldn’t think of anything I had going on but was a little upset that Elle hadn’t asked me first. I didn’t say anything trying to preserve the ‘good will’ I’d established by agreeing to get the new furniture. I’d been so busy in putting our Sunfish away I hadn’t really focused on Elle and it wasn’t until we were back home that I realized that Elle’s shorts were wet. It wasn’t just her crotch area but they were wet almost to her waist. When I saw it I pretty much knew what had happened. When we left for the club it was around 6pm and it was now close to 9:30pm. She’d been out on the water for almost two hours and with the toilets inside the club still not working… well, that explained it. All I could so was smile… and wait until the girls were asleep. And, it turned out my good fortune was holding up as she was more than willing to provide for some wet play before the ‘main attraction’. However, this time we made sure she was prepared for sleeping when we finished.
In the morning Hobie’s car was in it’s parking place when I pulled in to mine… a rare occurrence. As soon as I walked in the door he was there and he proceeded to tell me of his meeting with J J. Not that I would’ve, but he told me not generate a conversation with him about Joanie’s move. He told me to provide J J with acceptable applications that morning and added that J J was told to begin interviewing right away as he’d only have Joanie for two more weeks. I know that in my mind I breathed a sigh of relief. By doing that Hobie had taken the burden off me as far as J J was concerned. But, in my mind I knew J J would know I had a part in it and wondered what would be in store. Hobie then called all the first floor employees together at the foot of the stairs and announced the promotion for Trish. I made a point of watching Lorie’s expression and got what I expected… a big smile. She threw a thumbs up in her direction as an added reaction.
I had Trish take the application file upstairs right after I saw J J walk across the lobby. I made sure she had the application of the girl I’d liked when she was working on the new account campaign right on top and asked her to remind J J of the fact that she’d worked there in the lobby in early July . My reason was that the girl was somewhat attractive and that was always something J J noticed. I made sure to ask Trish what J J’s reaction was and she just shrugged her shoulders. She did add that in general, he didn’t appear to be too happy. I was biting my tongue to keep from smiling. Next, I asked her to find an excuse to chat with Joanie sometime during the morning and to report back to me. I was almost 100% positive she’d be pleased as she’d told me months earlier her goal was to have a job that she could count on as being totally hers.
Reluctantly, I made a trip to the branch to make final arrangements in shutting down the gift campaign. I contacted Morris with the numbers of each gift that were remaining and because the staff had broken open a couple of cartons they couldn’t be returned. I had the numbers as reported by Betsy but I could tell there was some confusion when it came to what I wanted from them. Lobby traffic was slow so I figured two hours wouldn’t hurt. I waited until Bret and Trish were both back from lunch before leaving. Rita, the ‘odd man out’ as far as the branch tellers were concerned had been told that her last day would be August 2nd and I also wanted to have a one on one with her as well. My only concern was what would happen when I spoke with Jerry.
Call me a ‘chicken’ for my decision to avoid Jerry after arriving at the branch but I decided not to get myself all worked up. Things were going well at home, at the main office and at the stock brokerage and I wanted it to continue. I confirmed the numbers for returnable gifts and had a few private minutes with Rita. She, as expected, wanted to know “Why me?” The truth is always the easiest to tell and for her it was purely dollars. I told her that I would keep her in mind if anything changed. She just gave me a weak smile and then I left.
At home we ate supper and then told the girls we were going to visit Edna and her parents. The older two remembered her but weren’t really interested in going. We told them it was the polite thing to do and that we expected them to be nice and polite. Pulling up their driveway I was surprised at what I saw before me. It had been stormy the only time I’d been there and getting out of the rain had been a priority. Now, with the sun out I could grasp the enormity of the house and property. Ed came out to greet us and took us to the front door for our entrance into the house. Going inside was an experience in itself. High ceilings with what I called ‘gingerbread’ for crown mouldings. There was a lot of dark, carved wooden trim and a curved staircase. Very Victorian. I felt I was stepping back in time. I’d never been introduced to Ed’s wife and that was quickly remedied when she came down the stairs. Dressed up she was better looking than I’d thought. Her name was Ellen and, much to my delight, she was wearing a pair of white slacks. There was nothing for me to see as she approached me but when she reached the bottom of the stairs and led us into the dining room I got what I could only have dreamed about. There’s a name for the material her pants were made of and for the life of me I can’t remember it but a VPL loving voyeur like me would make it mandatory for all white pants to be made out of it. In watching her stride into the room it was like she was wearing tissue paper. There definitely was a reason for my hand to be in my pocket. Edna, her daughter, joined us a few minutes later and immediately took command of our kids. Leading them into the kitchen to make home made ice cream I knew we wouldn’t have to worry about them and could concentrate on learning more about Ed and Ellen. After watching her for just a few minutes I was looking forward to it.
To be continued…
I can’t say I was holding my breath waiting to hear what she wanted to talk with me about… but I surely wasn’t comfortable. She asked where my wife was and that was a bit of relief. I didn’t really know and had to look around to find her. I saw she was with a few of the other ‘wannabe’ racers on the porch of the club. Some of the top skippers were talking with them so pointed her in that direction… breathing a sigh of relief as she turned to walk away. But, I took advantage of that to study her a little bit. Thin and not really pretty but with a bit of a figure, she was worth a closer look. I couldn’t see a VPL or anything interesting but she was certainly worth a second look. I watched as she walked up to Elle and wondered just what she wanted from her. I had to get back to rigging the boat so let the thought pass.
It wasn’t until the lessons were over and we were putting our Sunfish away that I was able to ask Elle what it was that the woman wanted. I breathed easier when she said we’d been invited to her house for dessert as a thank you for feeding her daughter Edna. Our whole family was invited and she and Elle had settled on the next evening. I couldn’t think of anything I had going on but was a little upset that Elle hadn’t asked me first. I didn’t say anything trying to preserve the ‘good will’ I’d established by agreeing to get the new furniture. I’d been so busy in putting our Sunfish away I hadn’t really focused on Elle and it wasn’t until we were back home that I realized that Elle’s shorts were wet. It wasn’t just her crotch area but they were wet almost to her waist. When I saw it I pretty much knew what had happened. When we left for the club it was around 6pm and it was now close to 9:30pm. She’d been out on the water for almost two hours and with the toilets inside the club still not working… well, that explained it. All I could so was smile… and wait until the girls were asleep. And, it turned out my good fortune was holding up as she was more than willing to provide for some wet play before the ‘main attraction’. However, this time we made sure she was prepared for sleeping when we finished.
In the morning Hobie’s car was in it’s parking place when I pulled in to mine… a rare occurrence. As soon as I walked in the door he was there and he proceeded to tell me of his meeting with J J. Not that I would’ve, but he told me not generate a conversation with him about Joanie’s move. He told me to provide J J with acceptable applications that morning and added that J J was told to begin interviewing right away as he’d only have Joanie for two more weeks. I know that in my mind I breathed a sigh of relief. By doing that Hobie had taken the burden off me as far as J J was concerned. But, in my mind I knew J J would know I had a part in it and wondered what would be in store. Hobie then called all the first floor employees together at the foot of the stairs and announced the promotion for Trish. I made a point of watching Lorie’s expression and got what I expected… a big smile. She threw a thumbs up in her direction as an added reaction.
I had Trish take the application file upstairs right after I saw J J walk across the lobby. I made sure she had the application of the girl I’d liked when she was working on the new account campaign right on top and asked her to remind J J of the fact that she’d worked there in the lobby in early July . My reason was that the girl was somewhat attractive and that was always something J J noticed. I made sure to ask Trish what J J’s reaction was and she just shrugged her shoulders. She did add that in general, he didn’t appear to be too happy. I was biting my tongue to keep from smiling. Next, I asked her to find an excuse to chat with Joanie sometime during the morning and to report back to me. I was almost 100% positive she’d be pleased as she’d told me months earlier her goal was to have a job that she could count on as being totally hers.
Reluctantly, I made a trip to the branch to make final arrangements in shutting down the gift campaign. I contacted Morris with the numbers of each gift that were remaining and because the staff had broken open a couple of cartons they couldn’t be returned. I had the numbers as reported by Betsy but I could tell there was some confusion when it came to what I wanted from them. Lobby traffic was slow so I figured two hours wouldn’t hurt. I waited until Bret and Trish were both back from lunch before leaving. Rita, the ‘odd man out’ as far as the branch tellers were concerned had been told that her last day would be August 2nd and I also wanted to have a one on one with her as well. My only concern was what would happen when I spoke with Jerry.
Call me a ‘chicken’ for my decision to avoid Jerry after arriving at the branch but I decided not to get myself all worked up. Things were going well at home, at the main office and at the stock brokerage and I wanted it to continue. I confirmed the numbers for returnable gifts and had a few private minutes with Rita. She, as expected, wanted to know “Why me?” The truth is always the easiest to tell and for her it was purely dollars. I told her that I would keep her in mind if anything changed. She just gave me a weak smile and then I left.
At home we ate supper and then told the girls we were going to visit Edna and her parents. The older two remembered her but weren’t really interested in going. We told them it was the polite thing to do and that we expected them to be nice and polite. Pulling up their driveway I was surprised at what I saw before me. It had been stormy the only time I’d been there and getting out of the rain had been a priority. Now, with the sun out I could grasp the enormity of the house and property. Ed came out to greet us and took us to the front door for our entrance into the house. Going inside was an experience in itself. High ceilings with what I called ‘gingerbread’ for crown mouldings. There was a lot of dark, carved wooden trim and a curved staircase. Very Victorian. I felt I was stepping back in time. I’d never been introduced to Ed’s wife and that was quickly remedied when she came down the stairs. Dressed up she was better looking than I’d thought. Her name was Ellen and, much to my delight, she was wearing a pair of white slacks. There was nothing for me to see as she approached me but when she reached the bottom of the stairs and led us into the dining room I got what I could only have dreamed about. There’s a name for the material her pants were made of and for the life of me I can’t remember it but a VPL loving voyeur like me would make it mandatory for all white pants to be made out of it. In watching her stride into the room it was like she was wearing tissue paper. There definitely was a reason for my hand to be in my pocket. Edna, her daughter, joined us a few minutes later and immediately took command of our kids. Leading them into the kitchen to make home made ice cream I knew we wouldn’t have to worry about them and could concentrate on learning more about Ed and Ellen. After watching her for just a few minutes I was looking forward to it.
To be continued…
Wednesday, November 08, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162t)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162t)
Trying to be productive while waiting I made a few phone calls. I tried to reach Donald, the guy who supposedly owned the house next door, but had to leave a message. With it I felt I’d met my pledge to give him what he’d asked for. Another call was to Cliffy about weather the crew was going to meet at the shop that night. He said Dick and Alan were going to be there but but it wasn’t necessary for me to come. Since we hadn’t raced on Saturday night there was nothing to do but load the car and that he’d pick me up on Saturday afternoon. That was good news as it would give me more time with Elle and the kids. The last call was to Betsy at the branch. As of the close of business that day the new account campaign/gift giveaway was over and I needed a final tally. I also needed an audit of the remaining gifts and asked her to do it for me. There was a hesitation in her voice after I did so asked what was wrong. I had to keep from laughing out loud at her answer… “Mice… in the storage trailer”. She went on to say that after that discovery they’d asked Jerry to go out to the trailer to replenish the gifts. After she told me that there was another hesitation. To prod her along I said” And?…..” with a questioning tone to my voice. I could tell she was hemming and hawing a bit so, now a little frustrated with how long a simple answer was taking, I became a little more demanding when I asked why it was so hard to give me an answer. Finally she told me Jerry told her he had a leg injury and going up and down the steps to the unit were “too difficult”. Hearing that I told her to put Jerry on the phone.
I avoided as much contact with him, in person and over the phone, as I could manage knowing I was likely to ‘blow my stack’ at him and end up in trouble for it. However, in this case I wanted to hear, in his own words, why he couldn’t do a simple job like going up and down five steps to retrieve some of the gifts, none of which weighed more than a pound. I’m not sure it would’ve made much difference if he’d come to phone right away or not but when he did I ordered him to go out to the storage and to give me a count on how many of each gift was left… and I’d stay on the phone waiting for the results. It took a few seconds before I heard a wimpy voice tell me he couldn’t because he’d hurt his leg. The “g” in leg was still ringing in my ear when I screamed into the phone that if he was well enough to make it in to work he was well enough to make it out to the trailer to get me what I wanted. When I didn’t hear a response I screamed into the phone again… “DO YOU READ ME?”
I had to wait about 20 minutes for him to get back. In a very weak voice he gave me the numbers for each product and, as calmly as I could, told him “Thank you…” and hung up. I then called back immediately and asked for Betsy. I asked if she’d observed Jerry when he went to do the inventory. Again, just as before, a hesitation before answering. At that point I didn’t know what was going on and demand to know. I could hear a change in the tone of her voice when she told me that Jerry had persuaded Mae to go into the trailer do the count. Thankfully, I didn’t react to that bit of news but took a different tack which caught her off guard. I asked if she’d observed Jerry walking with a limp at any time in the past week. There was no hesitation when she answered “No sir..” Then I thanked her and hung up. My next step was to document the conversations in my journal about the failings of Jerry.
So caught up in that little scene I ended up losing track of the time. I looked up and saw it was well after 4:30pm and was sure the mortgage review part of the meeting would’ve been over by then. I had no idea how the other part of the meeting that Gee had called would play out. I didn’t see Trish so asked Bret where she was. I wanted to make sure she was at or around her desk when Hobie returned fully expecting him to break the good news to her. He said he didn’t know but that Lena, the president’s secretary had called for her to go upstairs. We then chatted about what we expected to see from Trish in the way of emotion when she was told. She was always very ‘businesslike’ and professional and only occasionally would let out a spontaneous laugh. That was as much emotion as we’d see. All we could do was to wait. We watched most of the employees leave at 5pm and I, inwardly, was a little concerned. To me it was a very simple and straight forward request to the salary committee and shouldn’t need a lot of debate. But then, it was a group of the Trustees who had to decide and they, as has been written about any number of times in this blog, could screw up the simplest of things.
It was Bret and I who got the real surprise. We’d been talking at my desk and from there we couldn’t see the stairs to the second floor. All of a sudden Trish appeared with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. Bret was standing and Trish ran up, threw her arms around him and kept repeating “Thank you! Thank you!”. Then, more as an afterthought, she looked at me and repeated the words again. That surely told us she knew. I was the one to ask how she found out and almost couldn’t believe it when she told us that she’d been called into the Board room. She went on that Hobie introduced her to the group. It was rewarding to see her smiling as she told us about the experience. It was Bret who asked if anything was mentioned about Joanie and that sort of wiped the smile from her face as she asked what Bret meant. I quickly realized that all she’d been told was about her status change so I told her. I stressed that she couldn’t say anything until Hobie made the announcement. I was pretty sure she wasn’t cognizant of the situation with J J and left it that way stressing how excited Bret and I were about her promotion. Luckily, she was too excited about that to ask any more about Joanie. It was a quick and happy trip home.
Elle was still in her very good mood when I arrived back home. It usually went that way… anytime Elle got something she really wanted and didn’t expect to get it and I wanted to take advantage of it. However, Wednesday evenings was when some of the regular racing skippers would work with the ladies who were attempting to race trying to ‘get them up to speed’ and Elle wanted, very much to be a part of it. I’d not been to any of the sessions because of working on the race car and Elle thought it would be nice of me to accompany her. NOT what I’d had in mind upon my arrival home. So as not to lose her positive mindset I agreed to go.
Of the women who were there maybe two or three of them were mildly attractive. As I’ve previously written, it was suggested that women wear shorts while sailing a Sunfish and to my delight a few didn’t wear them over a bathing suit thus giving me something to look forward to as the evening progressed. While helping rig one of the boats I was approached by a woman that looked vaguely familiar. Before I could speak she spoke asking if I remembered her. Somewhat embarrassed, I said “No…” and she introduced herself as Ed’s wife and Edna’s mother. Then it came back to me. I’d been helping her husband work on his boat during the weekend storm and she’d brought some ‘goodies’ to the barn for us. She’d been wearing an oversized yellow rain slicker and her hair had been all wet and straggly. But, seeing her face to face my thoughts went right to the fact that I’d left their barn that day with two pair of her panties. I could feel the temperature rise in my cheeks as the guilt seeped in.
To be continued…
Trying to be productive while waiting I made a few phone calls. I tried to reach Donald, the guy who supposedly owned the house next door, but had to leave a message. With it I felt I’d met my pledge to give him what he’d asked for. Another call was to Cliffy about weather the crew was going to meet at the shop that night. He said Dick and Alan were going to be there but but it wasn’t necessary for me to come. Since we hadn’t raced on Saturday night there was nothing to do but load the car and that he’d pick me up on Saturday afternoon. That was good news as it would give me more time with Elle and the kids. The last call was to Betsy at the branch. As of the close of business that day the new account campaign/gift giveaway was over and I needed a final tally. I also needed an audit of the remaining gifts and asked her to do it for me. There was a hesitation in her voice after I did so asked what was wrong. I had to keep from laughing out loud at her answer… “Mice… in the storage trailer”. She went on to say that after that discovery they’d asked Jerry to go out to the trailer to replenish the gifts. After she told me that there was another hesitation. To prod her along I said” And?…..” with a questioning tone to my voice. I could tell she was hemming and hawing a bit so, now a little frustrated with how long a simple answer was taking, I became a little more demanding when I asked why it was so hard to give me an answer. Finally she told me Jerry told her he had a leg injury and going up and down the steps to the unit were “too difficult”. Hearing that I told her to put Jerry on the phone.
I avoided as much contact with him, in person and over the phone, as I could manage knowing I was likely to ‘blow my stack’ at him and end up in trouble for it. However, in this case I wanted to hear, in his own words, why he couldn’t do a simple job like going up and down five steps to retrieve some of the gifts, none of which weighed more than a pound. I’m not sure it would’ve made much difference if he’d come to phone right away or not but when he did I ordered him to go out to the storage and to give me a count on how many of each gift was left… and I’d stay on the phone waiting for the results. It took a few seconds before I heard a wimpy voice tell me he couldn’t because he’d hurt his leg. The “g” in leg was still ringing in my ear when I screamed into the phone that if he was well enough to make it in to work he was well enough to make it out to the trailer to get me what I wanted. When I didn’t hear a response I screamed into the phone again… “DO YOU READ ME?”
I had to wait about 20 minutes for him to get back. In a very weak voice he gave me the numbers for each product and, as calmly as I could, told him “Thank you…” and hung up. I then called back immediately and asked for Betsy. I asked if she’d observed Jerry when he went to do the inventory. Again, just as before, a hesitation before answering. At that point I didn’t know what was going on and demand to know. I could hear a change in the tone of her voice when she told me that Jerry had persuaded Mae to go into the trailer do the count. Thankfully, I didn’t react to that bit of news but took a different tack which caught her off guard. I asked if she’d observed Jerry walking with a limp at any time in the past week. There was no hesitation when she answered “No sir..” Then I thanked her and hung up. My next step was to document the conversations in my journal about the failings of Jerry.
So caught up in that little scene I ended up losing track of the time. I looked up and saw it was well after 4:30pm and was sure the mortgage review part of the meeting would’ve been over by then. I had no idea how the other part of the meeting that Gee had called would play out. I didn’t see Trish so asked Bret where she was. I wanted to make sure she was at or around her desk when Hobie returned fully expecting him to break the good news to her. He said he didn’t know but that Lena, the president’s secretary had called for her to go upstairs. We then chatted about what we expected to see from Trish in the way of emotion when she was told. She was always very ‘businesslike’ and professional and only occasionally would let out a spontaneous laugh. That was as much emotion as we’d see. All we could do was to wait. We watched most of the employees leave at 5pm and I, inwardly, was a little concerned. To me it was a very simple and straight forward request to the salary committee and shouldn’t need a lot of debate. But then, it was a group of the Trustees who had to decide and they, as has been written about any number of times in this blog, could screw up the simplest of things.
It was Bret and I who got the real surprise. We’d been talking at my desk and from there we couldn’t see the stairs to the second floor. All of a sudden Trish appeared with the biggest smile I’d ever seen on her face. Bret was standing and Trish ran up, threw her arms around him and kept repeating “Thank you! Thank you!”. Then, more as an afterthought, she looked at me and repeated the words again. That surely told us she knew. I was the one to ask how she found out and almost couldn’t believe it when she told us that she’d been called into the Board room. She went on that Hobie introduced her to the group. It was rewarding to see her smiling as she told us about the experience. It was Bret who asked if anything was mentioned about Joanie and that sort of wiped the smile from her face as she asked what Bret meant. I quickly realized that all she’d been told was about her status change so I told her. I stressed that she couldn’t say anything until Hobie made the announcement. I was pretty sure she wasn’t cognizant of the situation with J J and left it that way stressing how excited Bret and I were about her promotion. Luckily, she was too excited about that to ask any more about Joanie. It was a quick and happy trip home.
Elle was still in her very good mood when I arrived back home. It usually went that way… anytime Elle got something she really wanted and didn’t expect to get it and I wanted to take advantage of it. However, Wednesday evenings was when some of the regular racing skippers would work with the ladies who were attempting to race trying to ‘get them up to speed’ and Elle wanted, very much to be a part of it. I’d not been to any of the sessions because of working on the race car and Elle thought it would be nice of me to accompany her. NOT what I’d had in mind upon my arrival home. So as not to lose her positive mindset I agreed to go.
Of the women who were there maybe two or three of them were mildly attractive. As I’ve previously written, it was suggested that women wear shorts while sailing a Sunfish and to my delight a few didn’t wear them over a bathing suit thus giving me something to look forward to as the evening progressed. While helping rig one of the boats I was approached by a woman that looked vaguely familiar. Before I could speak she spoke asking if I remembered her. Somewhat embarrassed, I said “No…” and she introduced herself as Ed’s wife and Edna’s mother. Then it came back to me. I’d been helping her husband work on his boat during the weekend storm and she’d brought some ‘goodies’ to the barn for us. She’d been wearing an oversized yellow rain slicker and her hair had been all wet and straggly. But, seeing her face to face my thoughts went right to the fact that I’d left their barn that day with two pair of her panties. I could feel the temperature rise in my cheeks as the guilt seeped in.
To be continued…
Monday, November 06, 2017
MORE SUMMER HEAT... lots of it (Part 162s)
MORE SUMMER HEAT… lots of it (Part 162s)
It took a few minutes to track Elle down. She was with a group of mothers who had kids in the junior sailing program. Joining them, I listened to some complain about the conditions at the sailing club. That annoyed me knowing that most of them (and their husbands) never showed up to help out. One of them was particularly annoying even though she offered a potential chance at a VPL. I made a comment about her complaint and saw her stick her tongue out at me and walk away. I couldn’t have planned it better because, as she did, she bent over to grab the hand of one of her kids and got something better than a VPL… panties sticking out from under the cuffs of her shorts. Elle was mad at me for making the comment and had headed for the station wagon giving me a few extra seconds to take in the view.
Facing me at home was the specter of removing the neighbor’s tree limb from the hedge and out of Elle’s formal garden. That, in turn, reminded me I still had to come up with the names of a couple of real estate agents for Donald, the guy who’s son had bought the house with, according to him, money stolen from him. For sure, two things I didn’t need to be involved in. As was usual following a storm like we’d just experienced the humidity had dropped. Still hot, it wasn’t unbearable as I chain sawed the limb into pieces. Being a somewhat mindless job, I tried to come up with some names to give Donald. My realtor friend who had tried to sell the house for Celia, the lady who owned it when we moved there, had retired. I really didn’t know any that I could recommend but had heard the son of one of the prominent farmers had opened an office. I’d met him a couple of times and he seemed to be a nice guy so settled on him.
I’d waited until the kids were in bed to tell Elle about the ‘killing’ I’d just made in the stock market. I was still excited about it (and the prospect of it happening to me again) and as I tried to explain it to Elle could see she didn’t have any idea of what it was that I was talking about. However, she did understand that we now had some money to buy some things we’d been putting off for a while. Ever since we’d moved in we’d accepted using hand me down and used furniture in our bedroom. Every time she’d bring the subject up I’d put her down saying there were more important things to buy. Now, with this money, there was no excuse… and Elle knew it.
In a way I regretted the timing of it because she immediately started pressing me to go furniture shopping. In fact, she wanted to do it the following day. That suggestion brought me back to the reality of what just might happen at the bank the next day… a promotion for Trish and, with it having Joanie as the platform secretary/receptionist. That excited me more than new furniture! I was able to calm her down enough to come up with a day that would work for both of us. I didn’t want the kids along while we were perusing our choices so, by delaying it a few days would give her a chance to find someone to watch the kids and for me to see what obstacles I’d be faced with for the rest of the week. Even with her disappointment of having to wait she was still excited enough to give me a very nice treat.
We’d been in the den as we talked and although not uncomfortably hot, we both agreed we needed something to drink. Elle volunteered and I didn’t think anything of it. She’d been wearing a pair of white knit bermuda shorts with a pink top. As soon as she returned I could see something I really liked… a golden spot right in the crotch area. Her face sported an impish smile as she approached with some lemonade. Even though I’d said I was thirsty, seeing the wetness between her legs had satiated my thirst for liquid to drink. I wanted more of what I could see. She came over and sat on my lap and I thought I’d get a nice warm drenching but she shook her head. My pleadings went for naught and after a few minutes she got up and made a motion with her hand pointing upwards. I immediately knew what she had in mind and I was in concert with her. I thought we’d head right upstairs even though it was little early for us but she claimed she had some picking up in the kitchen first as she didn’t want to face it in the morning. That was a ‘deflator’, if ever I heard one.
She suggested that I could help her. The least it was, at worst, was just a delay, I agreed. I finished my chores before she did and stood there admiring the goldenrod color in her crotch. Then it came to me… a picture! She didn’t see me grab the camera and when I saw her turn out the light over the sink I headed upstairs with it, opening the bellows as I did. I figured that even if she said “no…” I had plenty of ‘fire power’ with the cash I now had to spend. As always, she went to check on each of the kids which took her down the hall. Upon her return I was waiting for her with the camera ready. I knew I’d get a disapproving look and was ready for it but it only took a few words to have her relent. She was in the middle of the hall and still had to get by me to get to our bedroom. As she passed by I whispered “One more?” with a pleading to my voice. She never spoke a word but just went and sat on the bed with one leg spread to give me a better look. The only thing wrong with the picture was the look on her face… showing her general disapproval.
It didn’t last long because within a minute we were both down to barely anything on at all. It had been almost a month since we’d had full on sex and I was a bit worried about how long I’d ‘last’. As much as I enjoyed our wet foreplay and had missed it I decided to get ‘down to business’ on this occasion. On a scale of 1 to 5 I rated it about a 3 1/2 lasting long enough to hear Elle get some pleasure from it. The only downside was that we both fell asleep and woke up to a very wet bed. As we cleaned it up we agreed it was worth it.
I was out the door and headed for my car when I remembered I hadn’t brought the slip of paper with the name and phone number of the realtor I’d settled on for Donald, my new neighbor (?). Walking back into the house I was greeted by Elle who had just stepped out of the shower. I headed towards her but she, laughing, ran away. I had a big smile on my face walking to the car again. It had been a while since things had been this ‘loose’ and easy and I felt it was a good sign as we moved on to the rest of the Summer.
Both Bret and I had a hard time staying focused at work. It sounds bizaare to liken us to kids waiting for Christmas morning to come but that’s about the way it was. I told Bret not to approach Hobie and to just let it play out. The whole thing was in his hands and even though I knew if it did go through he’d take credit for it, I didn’t care. The important part was for Trish to get the recognition (and $). Bret and I would reap benefits from having direct help in waiting on customers and we’d also have Joanie to work with all of us. To me, the best of all worlds. The day just dragged on and on and on. When we saw the Trustees walking across the lobby I could actually feel my heart beating. There was one time when Trish asked me if Bret was OK because she thought he was acting strangely. But I came up with something that put the point to rest. It made me wonder if I wasn’t acting strangely as well.
To be continued…
It took a few minutes to track Elle down. She was with a group of mothers who had kids in the junior sailing program. Joining them, I listened to some complain about the conditions at the sailing club. That annoyed me knowing that most of them (and their husbands) never showed up to help out. One of them was particularly annoying even though she offered a potential chance at a VPL. I made a comment about her complaint and saw her stick her tongue out at me and walk away. I couldn’t have planned it better because, as she did, she bent over to grab the hand of one of her kids and got something better than a VPL… panties sticking out from under the cuffs of her shorts. Elle was mad at me for making the comment and had headed for the station wagon giving me a few extra seconds to take in the view.
Facing me at home was the specter of removing the neighbor’s tree limb from the hedge and out of Elle’s formal garden. That, in turn, reminded me I still had to come up with the names of a couple of real estate agents for Donald, the guy who’s son had bought the house with, according to him, money stolen from him. For sure, two things I didn’t need to be involved in. As was usual following a storm like we’d just experienced the humidity had dropped. Still hot, it wasn’t unbearable as I chain sawed the limb into pieces. Being a somewhat mindless job, I tried to come up with some names to give Donald. My realtor friend who had tried to sell the house for Celia, the lady who owned it when we moved there, had retired. I really didn’t know any that I could recommend but had heard the son of one of the prominent farmers had opened an office. I’d met him a couple of times and he seemed to be a nice guy so settled on him.
I’d waited until the kids were in bed to tell Elle about the ‘killing’ I’d just made in the stock market. I was still excited about it (and the prospect of it happening to me again) and as I tried to explain it to Elle could see she didn’t have any idea of what it was that I was talking about. However, she did understand that we now had some money to buy some things we’d been putting off for a while. Ever since we’d moved in we’d accepted using hand me down and used furniture in our bedroom. Every time she’d bring the subject up I’d put her down saying there were more important things to buy. Now, with this money, there was no excuse… and Elle knew it.
In a way I regretted the timing of it because she immediately started pressing me to go furniture shopping. In fact, she wanted to do it the following day. That suggestion brought me back to the reality of what just might happen at the bank the next day… a promotion for Trish and, with it having Joanie as the platform secretary/receptionist. That excited me more than new furniture! I was able to calm her down enough to come up with a day that would work for both of us. I didn’t want the kids along while we were perusing our choices so, by delaying it a few days would give her a chance to find someone to watch the kids and for me to see what obstacles I’d be faced with for the rest of the week. Even with her disappointment of having to wait she was still excited enough to give me a very nice treat.
We’d been in the den as we talked and although not uncomfortably hot, we both agreed we needed something to drink. Elle volunteered and I didn’t think anything of it. She’d been wearing a pair of white knit bermuda shorts with a pink top. As soon as she returned I could see something I really liked… a golden spot right in the crotch area. Her face sported an impish smile as she approached with some lemonade. Even though I’d said I was thirsty, seeing the wetness between her legs had satiated my thirst for liquid to drink. I wanted more of what I could see. She came over and sat on my lap and I thought I’d get a nice warm drenching but she shook her head. My pleadings went for naught and after a few minutes she got up and made a motion with her hand pointing upwards. I immediately knew what she had in mind and I was in concert with her. I thought we’d head right upstairs even though it was little early for us but she claimed she had some picking up in the kitchen first as she didn’t want to face it in the morning. That was a ‘deflator’, if ever I heard one.
She suggested that I could help her. The least it was, at worst, was just a delay, I agreed. I finished my chores before she did and stood there admiring the goldenrod color in her crotch. Then it came to me… a picture! She didn’t see me grab the camera and when I saw her turn out the light over the sink I headed upstairs with it, opening the bellows as I did. I figured that even if she said “no…” I had plenty of ‘fire power’ with the cash I now had to spend. As always, she went to check on each of the kids which took her down the hall. Upon her return I was waiting for her with the camera ready. I knew I’d get a disapproving look and was ready for it but it only took a few words to have her relent. She was in the middle of the hall and still had to get by me to get to our bedroom. As she passed by I whispered “One more?” with a pleading to my voice. She never spoke a word but just went and sat on the bed with one leg spread to give me a better look. The only thing wrong with the picture was the look on her face… showing her general disapproval.
I was out the door and headed for my car when I remembered I hadn’t brought the slip of paper with the name and phone number of the realtor I’d settled on for Donald, my new neighbor (?). Walking back into the house I was greeted by Elle who had just stepped out of the shower. I headed towards her but she, laughing, ran away. I had a big smile on my face walking to the car again. It had been a while since things had been this ‘loose’ and easy and I felt it was a good sign as we moved on to the rest of the Summer.
Both Bret and I had a hard time staying focused at work. It sounds bizaare to liken us to kids waiting for Christmas morning to come but that’s about the way it was. I told Bret not to approach Hobie and to just let it play out. The whole thing was in his hands and even though I knew if it did go through he’d take credit for it, I didn’t care. The important part was for Trish to get the recognition (and $). Bret and I would reap benefits from having direct help in waiting on customers and we’d also have Joanie to work with all of us. To me, the best of all worlds. The day just dragged on and on and on. When we saw the Trustees walking across the lobby I could actually feel my heart beating. There was one time when Trish asked me if Bret was OK because she thought he was acting strangely. But I came up with something that put the point to rest. It made me wonder if I wasn’t acting strangely as well.
To be continued…
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