LIFE GOES ON… and on… (Part 171h)
After we’d eaten Elle asked me
to ‘“entertain” the kids as she wanted to go over some things having to
do with school that Paula had brought with her. They stayed at the
kitchen table while I went in to the den with the kids. Homework for the
older two had been completed so they wanted to play a game… but without
Kaye. Thankfully, she was still enamored with the coloring books she’d
gotten for her birthday so that freed me to take them on in a game
called Mirror Mania that they’d mastered. For every game I’d won they’d
beaten me at least twice. It was a challenge that I enjoyed. When 8pm
arrived it was time for them to get ready for bed what with the next day
being a school day plus I wanted to watch the Ed Sullivan show on TV.
It was also the signal that it was time for Paula to leave.
I was
a bit curious as to just what it was that Paula wanted Elle’s help with
but no so curious as to not seeing the TV show through to it’s
completion. At that time I asked and Elle explained that the upcoming
week was the first one where Paula had to create lesson plans for the
upcoming week. Teachers are supposed to have them available so that if
substitute teachers have to come in they have an idea of what it is they
are supposed to teach. When Elle had finished up her multi week stint
Paula came in to the class with a whole week’s worth of lessons already
laid out for her. So, Elle being the nice person that she was and having
knowledge of the class make-up agreed to work with Paula. After having
that explained to me I got around to asking about the brown bag she’d
brought with her and had, for a while, ended up on the end of the
kitchen counter. Me, asking about that didn’t make Elle very happy and
tried to side step it by asking about the first part of the Sullivan
show that she’d missed. I didn’t want to upset her so recapped it for
her but finished up by, again, asking about the brown bag. We’d been
together long enough for her to know I was like a dog with a bone when I
wanted an answer. I remember her laying back on the sofa with a
‘resigned’ look on her face. It was obvious I was going to get an answer
but it was going to cost me.
When Paula started unpacking her
things at Elle’s mother’s house and putting them in the dresser drawers
she found a pile of Elle’s stained heavy ribbed cotton Spanky Pants and a
a couple of “ratty” (Elle’s word) sanitary pants that Elle had left
there for ‘emergencies’. As soon as Elle mentioned the Spanky Pants I
knew where she was going with it. I’d been with her on a couple of
occasions where having them there had somewhat ‘rescued’ her from
certain embarrassment. But, in her describing having to face Paula and
to try and explain was just as embarrassing. She said she didn’t try to
talk her way around it but explained her incontinence to her. I had to
ask what her reaction was. That made her smile a bit as she said Paula
had no idea what incontinence was. Elle didn’t want to go into it any
further except to say that she felt she’d impressed upon Paula how
important it was to make it a secret between the two of them. When she
told me that I couldn’t help but think of the widening circle of people
who were aware of Elle’s problem. But I also couldn’t think of any case
of that knowledge being in any way used against her. I also thought the
‘secret’ was safe because Elle had gone out of her way to mentor Paula
and I told her so.
Life was pretty much back to normal as far as
the banking floor operations were concerned in the following week. That
is until a private firm messenger delivered a package to Bert, the
president. I didn’t see it arrive and if it weren’t for Joanie I
wouldn’t have even had an idea about it. The messenger had come to her
desk asking for Bert. When she said she could take the package up to him
he said he had to get his signature to prove he’d delivered it. It was
an unusual experience for her so she asked me about it a little later
on. I can’t say I immediately realized that the package contained the
final report of the combined State and Federal audit examination that
was done just before the ‘busy period’. But, when I did I began to be
concerned about the contents especially when it came to what CeeCee (the
lady in charge of the State portion of it) had written about the
branch. That thought also triggered in my mind the question of why she’d
left so abruptly on her last day at the bank.
An indication that
there were some things in the report a bit out of the ordinary was in
seeing the Chairman of Board show up that afternoon. In poor health,
he’d only been coming to the monthly Board meetings. When I saw him
disappear into the elevator I quickly made my way to and up the back
stairs. I actually did have some things for Lena, the president’s
secretary, that needed his signature. It was my hope to be by her desk
when the Chairman got there. I thought I might get a hint of the
seriousness of the situation from Lena. She was bending over at the
waist retrieving something from the bottom drawer of a file cabinet as I
approached. Even though she was older (approaching 40) she was
definitely a ‘fashion maven’ in what she wore and short skirts were
definitely a part of her. I’m telling the truth when I say that the last
thing on my mind at that moment was seeing Lena’s panties. It lasted
for more than 5 seconds… white with even a bit of the crotch showing.
When she stood up it wasn’t because she’d seen or heard me. It was
because the Chairman had walked up to her desk. She didn’t even know I
was there.
It was as she was ushering him into Bert’s office
that she finally saw me. I made sure that I had the papers out in front
of me when she turned around to see me. I started talking as soon as she
turned which got her to focus on them and not that I’d come up behind
her. I explained what they were and where I needed his signature before
casually asking why the Chairman was there. I remember her shrugging her
shoulders and making a face, wrinkling her brow, to indicate she didn’t
know. She only said one thing… “It must be serious.” After that all I
could do was wait… and worry.
One thing seeing Lena’s panties did
was to remind me to call Lynda at the stock brokerage. She’d been up to
her eyeballs with work on Friday and I’d wanted to find out more on
Ruthe. I called before the stock market opened which gave her a chance
to bring me up to date on the situation with Ruthe and her ex-husband as
well as when she’d be returning to work. Lynda said that physically she
could come back at any time but she didn’t want to be out in public
with the damage to her face still visible. Her guess was it would be the
last week of the month. Eddie, the ex, was still in jail. What I found
interesting was that it wasn’t so much for what he’d just done to Ruthe
but the fact that by doing it he’d broken his probation from a previous
incident.
Nothing was shared with me about the report for the
rest of the week. The postponed meeting of the four county banks as
regards to branching activities had been rescheduled for the last day of
the month and at the same place. In hearing it my thoughts went to
trying to figure out if there was a way to visit Lynda’s house and to
see some more of her husband’s pictures of her. She’d told me that if
I’d come back she’d share them and that thought was very much active in
my mind.
To be continued…
2 comments:
Why is it a glimpse of panties turns us on? You go to a mall or any place where there are young women today and many of them wear shorts so brief their ass cheeks are on display, they look great, but the sight of a thong peeping out the waistband is more of a turn on for me. Now if I see an ass with a thong swimsuit it looks great, but nowhere near a panty line in a pair of yoga pants. I guess it just proves I am as nuts as think I am. Nothing beats a nice view of a woman sliding out a booth with a short skirt and a carless knee spread or a bend over that big shopping cart at Costco. Just some random thoughts of an old perv
OB... you and I must be brothers from different mothers... :-)
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