“SPRING”ING AHEAD… Better days? (Part 170r)
CeeCee’s friend
showed up just before 6pm. He was a fellow auditor but was assigned to a
different area and had never been “out East”. I was looking forward to
having an easy weekend with nothing special on the calendar. When I
walked into the kitchen I was greeted by Elle and the kids all with
their coats on and ready to head out to the school and the basketball
game. It was senior night where all the soon to be graduating senior
players and cheerleaders were being honored. I’d not been to but a few
games all season and as I write this can’t remember why. The reason they
were leaving without me was the recognition part of the evening was to
precede the games. Even though we had no real contact with Barbara (the
principal’s daughter who’d stayed with us for a few weeks back in the
Spring) the older girls were constantly running in to her at school and
she’d asked them to come. Elle told me my dinner was in the oven and
she’d see me later. While eating I got to thinking about the game and
decided I’d go even though I’d miss the recognition part of the night.
The season had started out poorly for the varsity but, according to the
paper, they’d been playing well. The game that night was with a school
that had a really good player and who was supposedly going to a fairly
big college in the Fall and I thought it would be fun to see how good he
really was.
The junior varsity game was still in progress when I
got there. The seats were full and it was standing room only. I saw
where Elle and the girls were seated but decided not to go down to where
they were. I quickly realized it had been a mistake to show up. As I’d
written in some earlier posts I’d been asked to run for the school board
in June. I had no desire to be a candidate what with all the things I
had going both at work and on a personal level. However, the arguments
for me running did make sense so I’d deferred making a decision. It
seemed like just about everybody that saw me was asking if I’d made my
decision. I chatted with a couple of the ‘good’ board members while the
first game was in progress but when the varsity teams came onto the
floor I shut it down. There was no question as to who the other team’s
star was. After watching him for a few minutes I could see his skills
were way far above any of his teammates or, for that matter, any of our
kids. But, there was something really different about him. It took me a
few minutes to see it… his head was too small for the rest of his body.
When the introductions were made and he was standing next to his
teammates it was obvious.
What was also obvious right after the
tip off was he was a really gifted athlete. The population of the school
was supposedly 40+% colored (remember, this was the 60’s) and of the
starting five on his team there was only one white. He was not only the
tallest player on the the court but he could jump really, really high.
On the tip off his hand, reaching for the ball, was easily a foot higher than our kid’s
hand. Then, he broke for the basket and the kid who’d garnered the ball
passed it to him just outside the ‘key’. I stood there and saw
something I’d never seen before… he took the ball in stride, put one
foot down, leaped towards the basket and had the ball roll off his
fingers into the basket. The game was but about 10 seconds old and they
were ahead without the ball ever touching the floor. That turned out to
be the ‘opening act’ as by the end of the game he’d scored over 40
points. Why this stands out in my mind is that back in those days many
of the winning scores were less than that. For our area he was truly a
‘freak’. (Note: he went on to East Carolina and played for four years;
then returned to teach in the high school and become the varsity
basketball coach.)
Kaye, our youngest, had a birthday coming up
in just a week. Turning five and not yet in school she really didn’t
have many friends to invite for a party. With the two older girls in
school they had the opportunity to make many friends. Elle had hoped
that the house next door would end up being sold to a family with kids
and that hadn’t happened. So, with time running out before Kaye's ‘big day’
Elle had to decide what to do. It wasn’t that Kaye didn’t know any kids
her age because she’d met some at the Sunday school class she was in
but they didn’t live near so she was only with them just once a week for
about 30 or so minutes. Our old ‘group’ (from back when trying to
change the school board) had a lot of children but were almost all older
and around Jean and Anne’s age. Elle was working on a list when I saw a
car pull up in the driveway. I didn’t recognize it and when I saw the
person get out and start towards the house I still didn’t know who it
was. I went to the door and it took a few seconds for me to recognize
Paula, the new teacher. She was wearing a cap and even when she pulled
it off while waiting for the door to open I still wasn’t sure because
her hair was pulled back exposing her ears. When she’d stayed with us it
had covered her ears and rested on her shoulders. I called to Elle
after greeting her. She was as surprised as I was.
She’d come to
pay Elle back for the part for her car. She explained that when she’d
told her father he insisted that she pay for it now and gave her check.
Then Paula explained that when she’d come out that day she’d made a
deposit on the room she’d be renting but the people had changed their
minds for some reason. So, with time running out her father insisted she
come back and find a new place and also pay for the part. I broke in and
asked about the car in the driveway upon which she laughed. It belonged
to her father and he made her take his car because he didn’t trust her
car. Elle insisted she take off her coat and come in to say hello to the
girls. When she did I saw a whole different Paula. When she’d stayed
with us she was wearing what she ended up calling “school attire”… white
blouse and grey wool skirt. On this day she had on a pair of khaki
slacks that weren’t tight but were definitely ‘form fitting’ along with
a light blue cardigan sweater that showed she had something on the top.
To put it another way… a nice package. As she walked into the living
room where the girls were playing I walked behind her searching for a
VPL. The girls were playing a board game on the floor and Paula walked
over to where they were and as she asked the name of the game she bent
over.
When Paula had stayed overnight I had the opportunity when
she was showering to see and handle the panties she’d been wearing. So,
when the opportunity presented itself right in front of me I had a good idea that she was in
bikini panties. One of the things I’d learned about bikinis was that
their crotch was usually much smaller than the crotch of a pair of full
brief panties. When I looked at the outline of the crotch showing
through her pants I was a bit confused. It was large enough to possibly
be from a pair of full panties. As I was standing there focused on her
backside I’d not seen or heard Elle walk in behind me. But I knew when my bicep took a good smack.
To be continued…
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