DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174b)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174b)

While we were preparing the porch for our guests Elle reminded me that I’d offered to pay for the pizzas. I felt sort of foolish since I was the one to offer but I headed inside to get my wallet. Walking past the coat closet I remembered that I’d purchased a pack of Polaroid film but hadn’t inserted it into the camera. With Elle busy I grabbed the box of film and the camera and headed up the stairs. I returned with my wallet and the camera, hiding it in the living room bookcase. My next stop was to deliver the money and as I pushed through the hedge was greeted by the neighbors three kids. They didn’t say anything and neither did I. Their kitchen door was closed and after knocking with no answer I headed for the garage to see if their car was still there. A peek through the window showed the car was gone. It took but a few steps for me to check on the wash line and, as would be expected, hanging there were the wet clothes the group of them had been wearing during the water fight. I knew there was no way for Elle to see me so headed over in that direction. I had to push aside the clothes to get to see the underwear and was excited to see two full brief panties. As I’ve said, Mattie was a bit on the ‘chunky’ side so it was easy to determine who wore the larger pair. Now the question was did I have the nerve, in broad daylight, to go over to them to find who made them. I stood there debating with myself when I heard an unfamiliar voice calling out my name. I managed to duck back away from the clothes before I saw Mattie’s son standing in the hedge opening. With my heart pounding I headed back towards him. I’m not sure he would’ve known what I was doing but it was still too close for comfort.

The next thing on my agenda was to see what Mattie and Martha had chosen to wear. To accommodate the kids Elle and I had moved the picnic table from the patio to just outside the porch but still in the shade of our huge maple tree. If there was one thing for certain it was that with the high humidity you didn’t want to be exerting much energy. When Mattie’s car pulled up the driveway the kids ignored that and were bouncing around like overinflated beach balls. Mattie was the first out of the car and it was almost like I’d orchestrated her exit. She opened the door and flung her left leg out and towards the ground. She had to have had her skirt pulled up into her lap because, even though I was a good 30 feet away, I had an almost unobstructed view of her groin and crotch. Her right leg was still inside the car with her left leg on the ground. Picture them at a 45 degree angle. I can almost imagine the look on my face as I took it all in.

Once she was out and standing I could see she was wearing a loose fitting full skirt that fell to about half calf. By then Martha had gotten out and walked around the back of the car. She was carrying the boxes of pizza and, much to my pleasure, was wearing a very short skirt or dress. My gaze switched from Mattie to Martha as she carried the boxes to the table. I remember hoping that she’d walk around the table to deposit them… and like she was in sync with my mind, she did. But that was only the beginning. With the benches pulled out from the table so the kids could sit on them she had to lean over them to get the boxes onto the table. As she did it seemed like she bent over in slow motion… and as she did I watched the hem of what ended up being a dress get higher and higher on her backside. There was one problem. Elle was standing right beside me and could see the same thing I could see… a pair of panties. I felt a smack against my bicep and as I turned to look at Elle I could see she wasn’t very happy with me.

As I’ve written, neither Elle nor I were into doing much if any drinking. Mattie insisted the pizza (for the adults) would be enhanced with some wine. As the pizza was dished out to the kids she headed back to her house to fetch some. Walking away from the porch, even with the sun on her back, I could see the outline of Mattie's panties. I was seated in one of our big wicker rocking chairs and in a perfect position to observe her. She returned with two bottles and Elle provided the glasses. I remember the two women polishing off one bottle and starting in on the other. It’s funny how alcohol affects different people. A good example would be Leslie, Davo’s girlfriend, who could only handle a couple of beers. With Mattie there seemed to be little change, glass after glass. On the other hand, Martha’s tongue seemed to get heavier and heavier as the evening wore on. Being mid July,  some daylight was still hanging around at 8:30pm. We’d started eating sometime around 6pm and by then a slight breeze had come up. Even with it none of us had wanted to move but Elle knew she had to. I couldn’t tell if Elle had had a problem or not when she did. But no one else had gotten up. In fact, I know I’d dozed off a few times. It was Martha’s daughter that finally broke it up. Running around in the yard with darkness coming up, she’d tripped on a tree root and was crying.

Martha was seated on the other wicker rocker located in the corner farthest away from the door. I was half asleep but did watch as she tried to get up and out of the chair. If cell phones were around at that time the result of her effort would have been a viral hit on YouTube. The seat of these wicker rocking chairs was pretty deep. I, at 6’1”, had to ‘oooch’ myself forward to get out of one. Martha, at maybe 5’5”, had a real problem as she tried to get to the front edge of the seat. Being a little tipsy wasn’t helping her at all. Frustrated after a couple of tries she put her hands on the arms in the very front and tried to lift herself up and to thrust herself off. When she did the whole chair pitched forward with her ending up on the floor and the whole chair on top of her. Mattie, watching this scene unfold, was laughing uncontrollably. By the time the chair landed on Martha's back I was there to try to help her. When I lifted it up and off her she was now laughing. She was basically face down on the floor with the hem of her dress spread across her backside. Dusk was definitely upon us so even though I was standing right above her I could barely see the crotch line of her panties. But I thought I saw something else… the bulge of a pad. I set the chair aside and then saw her roll over on her side and then to her back. That was when she reached her hands up to me so I could pull her up. Looking down at her I could see most of her panties and it was obvious she didn’t care. She wanted to be pulled up to a standing position.

I know she was talking but I couldn’t make out what she was saying so I just reached a hand down to one of hers but she was waving the other hand at me as if to say she wanted me to take it with my other hand. The only way I could do that was to stand right over her, straddling her. When I got her up to a sitting position she started laughing again… which got Mattie to laughing again. I thought it was pretty funny as well but the sight of her panties had made it more of a serious moment for me. I let go of her hands at this point and thought she was going to fall back onto her back. Then she said something between her laughs that I thought I could understand… “Don’t look!… I’m weeing….”

To be continued…

DEALING WITH THE HEAT... & more (Part 174a)

DEALING WITH THE HEAT… & more (Part 174a)

One thing I’d learned from my father dabbling into weather forecasting was that when a heat wave overtook our area it would also stifle the wind. Instead of the normal eight to ten miles per hour southerly wind coming up soon after noon time we’d see but wisps of wind appearing from time to time and not always from the same direction. What it meant for the sailing races was pure frustration. I’d gone to the sailing club early to not only talk to Rex about the law suits but also to get out two Sunfish sailboats ready for the afternoon races. However, as Rex and I observed the condition out in the bay we both had serious doubts that we’d get two races in. As I put the sails on one of the boats I wondered if we’d even get one race in.

When Elle and the kids arrived she told me the temperature at the house was in the 90’s. There still wasn’t any appreciable wind as the Comet class sailboats launched. As hot as it was Elle decided she wouldn’t race. She didn’t want to just drift around in the sun for three to four hours. That, and since neither of us had raced the week before there was no chance for us to be in contention for the trophy. I agreed with her but as an integral part of the club I felt I should give it a try… and hope the race committee decided to call the whole thing off. When I launched off the beach only two other Sunfish joined me. I remember thinking they others, still on the beach, were smarter than I was.

The races were called off but only after we’d drifted around for almost two hours. I saw what I thought was the sailing club’s Boston Whaler came out to tow us to shore. I’d started paddling in by laying on the foredeck and using my hands. When I saw the Whaler headed in my direction I thought I saw Bobbi, the girl who had crewed for me a few Summers and then had been in charge of the the junior sailing program the previous Summer. It was her and even though it hadn’t yet been a year since I’d last seen her I could see that she was no longer a girl and was now an attractive young woman. Added to that she was wearing a pair of white shorts and they were wet. Wet white shorts usually provided a nice VPL and I paid close attention as she bent over to toss me a line to attach to my Sunfish. I asked how was that she was the one sent out to retrieve us. I remember her standing in the boat and laughing. She told me she’d come out to see her parents for the weekend and, seeing the sailboats not going anywhere, decided to come on out to see who was attempting to race. The boat belonged to her brother and she’d waded out to get it. She added that she thought she recognized the sail colors and she wanted to see if was me.

By the time she collected all of us she had eight boats in her tow. I was the one closest to to her and had plenty of opportunity to admire her nicely rounded rear end with the outline of her panties (bikinis) showing through the material of her shorts.(32) By the time we got back to the shore line her shorts were almost dry. She cast me and the rest of the boats off and then anchored her boat. I had jumped off my boat and was walking it the last few feet to the beach. I wasn’t paying any more attention to her and was rolling up the sails when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Bobbi. I stopped what I was doing and gave her a hug. As I did I realized that she was wet. I stepped back and asked what happened. Laughing, she said it to “cool off”. We chatted for a few minutes telling me about her “real“ job. When she walked away I got what I was looking for as her shorts were plastered to her butt. It was nice to see her again… for two reasons.

If there was no wind at the beach there certainly wasn’t any back at the house. Elle had gotten out the sprinkler that we used for the kids on hot days. That wasn’t a surprise but seeing Mattie and Martha there was. Their kids were there running through the water, laughing and having fun. It was an old type sprinkler that we called ”the clicker” as it clicked its way from one side to the other. The women along with Elle and set up folding lawn chairs on the perimeter of the circle of water that the sprinkler left. I asked why they didn’t move closer and take advantage of it. They just made a face indicating disapproval of the idea. Mattie, as usual, was wearing a skirt and blouse while Martha had on khaki shorts. I was still in the driveway when Martha’s son ran past me. I stopped him and told him he should squirt his mother with the hose. The look on his face was priceless. The first reaction was “Oh no!”… but within seconds his eyes lit up and he asked where the hose was. I had to hook it up for him which was fairly easy. All I had to do was walk to the back of the garage and turn the water on. Martha and Mattie were sitting facing the sprinkler when the boy walked up behind them. He had a bit of trouble twisting the nozzle to turn the water on and the girls saw him and yelled. When the two women turned to see what the girls were squealing about was when the water started coming out of the hose.

As expected, the women screamed and tried to get up and run from the now steady stream of water. Martha and Elle turned towards each other and collided. Martha bounced off Elle and fell on the lawn. With her basically not moving the boy ran up to her and got her good. She managed to get up to her hands and knees with her head turned away from the water. That was the ‘piece de resistance’, at least for me. The VPL was even better than the one I’d seen on Bobbi a little earlier in the afternoon. I let the boy go on for about 30 seconds or so and then took the hose from him. I was standing there with it when out of nowhere Elle ran up from behind me and snatched the hose… and within seconds it was turned on me. When she stopped we could see the kids were in awe seeing adults doing childish things.

When we were all calmed down… and I apologized for instigating the attack, we decided that it would be a pizza night, for everyone. No one, especially me, wanted to cook. I offered to pay if either Mattie or Martha would go get them and they agreed. We all headed inside to get dry and cleaned up. The big question was what to wear with the high heat and no wind. If we hadn’t come up with the joint pizza idea it would’ve been an underwear evening out on our screened in porch. But, I knew better than to suggest that. Because we’d be on our porch Elle felt comfortable wearing just a pair of fancy panties. Since we’d both seen Martha wearing something close to a tennis dress I suggested Elle wear one. That idea was quickly rejected but she came up with wearing her beach cover up. I’d made my suggestion so kept my mouth shut… and I was glad I did. It wasn’t as short as a tennis dress but it was almost see through… which was almost as good. When we got downstairs and were walking out to the porch and into the sun it was almost like she was wearing a tissue paper dress.

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173z)

INTO THE SUMMER…  a busy time (Part 173z)

In spite of all the turmoil about the law suits I was anxious to get to the the garage and to unload the race car. On the way home from the races we’d figured it to be an easy week as far as extra maintenance was concerned… being out in front had a definite advantage when it came to that. Other than the front bumper there wasn’t a mark on the car, anywhere. We, or I should say, I, still had to change the connecting rod bearings but that was getting easier with each new week. When I arrived there were about four or five cars there. Winning had a profound effect on who came to visit. I was reminded of the saying about “fair weather friends”… One of those who’d showed up was Fairlane John, he of the hardtop Ford convertible. He was a good friend of Cliffy’s father and would appear every so often. He didn’t actually go to the races but had subscriptions to any number of racing publications and could talk to you about all kinds of motorsports. He would also come up with money for tires when the mood hit him. Another ‘visitor’ was Davo. He was usually there on Monday evenings, sometimes with Leigh, his girlfriend. I always liked it when she showed up because on many occasions she either arrived a little ’tipsy’ or would end up that way because Davo always showed up with beer. In that state she would sometimes end up wetting herself and, as you know, that was a big turn-on for me.

But the attention was on Cliffy. Some of the people who’d showed up hadn’t known about us running a fuel injection set up so most of the questions centered on it. While Cliffy was holding 'court’ on that, “Fairlane John’ called Dick and Alan over to his car. I trailed along but he was really only interested in talking with the two of them. I watched him pull a newspaper from the front seat and point to something. For John, he was quite animated. Cliffy put an end to the questions from the visitors saying we had to get the car unloaded from the hauler and to get to work on the car. When we headed in that direction I asked Alan what John had been talking about. He kind of sloughed it off telling me that he’d seen an announcement about a new “open competition” race for our class of cars and showed it to them. I’d seen a poster on the bulletin board at the track but hadn’t really paid much attention to it. It was to be held at a new one mile racetrack in Delaware that had been expressly built for the NASCAR Grand National division cars. They were the full bodied cars that looked like cars people drove on the highways. I remembered reading that Richard Petty had won the inaugural race just a week prior. The guys in the crew talked very little about it other than to say it was the fastest one mile track in the country and that when you crashed there, you REALLY crashed. I did ask Alan why John had shown him the ad and he shrugged his shoulders and said something along the lines of it just was just John being John. More people kept stopping by which meant we didn’t really get much done. I’d hoped to get the bearings done but there were just too many distractions. That meant I’d probably have to do it Wednesday night.

One surprise was a phone call from Neil, the guy that Linda (from the stock brokerage) had connected me with and had been so helpful ($$$) in getting us started running a Chevrolet motor. It was to congratulate Cliffy on the win. But, he also had some ’news’ for us. I’d mentioned that he sponsored another car but that car raced at the track in the same town that the bank was located in and where I'd raced. He’d not been happy with the arrangement with the driver and had been hoping to break the contract he had with him and that was the reason for getting involved with us. However, it was going to cost him more to break it than to leave it as it was. BUT… and this was big… the driver had decided to start racing where we were racing. That meant we wouldn’t be getting any more monetary help from Neil. And as Cliffy noted, another car that would be trying to qualify.  

My first stop the next day was at “Gee’s” office with the paperwork on the law suits. He came in a little early to accommodate me. Initially, he was just going to take the materials and get back to me later in the day. But, curiosity got to him and he opened the folder. He didn’t read for long before I saw a smile appear on his face. I didn’t want to ask why and my patience paid off when he said it was a “nuisance” matter. I had no idea what he meant by that and, again, my patience got me the result I wanted. What he explained to me was that the guy who’d written all the stuff up was just looking for an offer to “go away”. He added that it was obvious the guy wasn’t a lawyer. He then told me not to worry about any of it and that he’d take care of it. I shook his hand, smiled and headed off to work feeling the best I had since arriving home after the races and saw the note for me to call Rex.

My DayTimer has no entries for the rest of the week. If something ‘exciting’ happened I can’t remember what it was. I’m positive I did my chore of replacing the bearings in the motor of the race car but, since it had become somewhat routine, there is no specific memory of doing it that week. The next ‘happening’ was getting a call from Rex at the sailing club on Saturday morning. He told me the guy who’d served us with the law suits had gone to see him and, without telling him why, told Rex he was withdrawing all the claims he made against us. Even though I wanted more proof than that I still felt good about where the situation was. I remember telling Elle and she said she’d probably go and race on Sunday.

By winning the feature race on the previous Saturday we’d won enough money that, after qualifying, we started the main event eleventh out of the 24 cars in the race. It’s probably the worst position to be in for the start of a race and it took but two laps for our night to come to an end. With few exceptions (our the previous Saturday being one) the slower cars started in the front and the faster cars (who had qualified straight up in the preliminary races) near the back. The last six positions were usually slower cars who qualified (survived) through the last chance race. So it was one of those accordion type situations where the fast cars in the back pushed those in front of them with the slower cars in front acting like a road block. From no damage the week before we ended up being towed off the track knowing we had more than a night’s worth of work ahead of us. Like the week before, we had many of the fans stopping by after the races but for a different reason.

Sunday, at the sailing club, Rex filled me in on the visit he’d received from the guy who had tried to sue the club. He’d mentioned that he’d been contacted by the club’s lawyer (“Gee”) and had decided to drop all actions. That made me curious as to just what the content of that letter was. I immediately remembered that “Gee”, after perusing the things I’d given him, kind of passed the whole thing off with a comment about it being a “nuisance” case. Whatever he’d written seemed to have worked. In discussing it with Rex we both came up with a similar thought… we hooped it was strong enough to keep the guy and his family away so we could concentrate on sailing (and racing) once again.

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... abusy time (Part 173y)

INTO THE SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173y)

Before leaving for work Monday morning I reminded Elle about asking Ra about the different style panties with the large double crotch when she came to pick up her kids clothes. Once in the car and headed for the bank all thoughts were about the law suits that Rex had told me about. By the time I got to the parking lot I’d decided to call “Gee”, the bank Trustee/attorney, to advise me what to do about the possibility of being personally sued for the incident at the sailing club. As we all know, timing is a critical part of things that go on in our lives. As it turned out he’d just walked in the door to the main part of his office and the receptionist hadn’t yet arrived. He made the decision to pick up the ringing phone and found me with a shocked voice asking who I was speaking to. I would never have expected him to be the one answering the phone and when the momentary shock wore off told him of my problem. He shocked me again and told me to come on up to the office as he didn’t have any appointments until 10am. So, off I went. It took less than five minutes to be in the building.

“Gee” was the one Trustee who I felt was solidly behind me. This situation was another reinforcement of my feelings about him. It took about five minutes to hit the salient points and what he told me was to get more details and he’d get involved, not only on my behalf but also for the club itself. I told him I couldn’t make a commitment on behalf of the club but he just brushed me off by saying that the threat of being sued was probably a ploy  and amounted to noting more than “noise” (his word). I thanked him and told him I’d be back with the requested information, hopefully, later that day. That walk back to the bank was a lot more pleasant than the one up to his office.

I finally got in touch with Rex just before noontime to get the needed details about the papers that he’d been served with. I no more hung up the phone when Joanie was letting me know she had Elle on the line. She called to tell me that someone had left an envelope on the screen door with my name on it. I’d told he very little about the law suits but had the feeling that the envelope held the suit naming me so briefed Elle on the situation and then told her to open the envelope. I’d been right. I called “Gee’s” office to find out if he wanted to see what had been left for me. As expected, he wasn’t in but I left a message. I told him I could go collect some of the “paperwork” that Rex had and bring it in with mine the next day. By the time I left for home he’d called back to say “yes”. I immediately called Rex to let him know I’d stop at his house to get the requested documents.

I hadn’t been to his house since the previous Fall. I’ve written that, for a while, he’d gotten into building sailboats. He’d built around eighteen and had started on a few more. His yard was cluttered with all kinds of wood and when I got there he recruited me to help him move a rather large panel from the driveway. We carried to to the rear yard when I could see a frame of some sort. We put the piece of wood down and he proceeded to tell me of his latest project… building a 20’ catamaran. Standing there trying to picture what it would look like when finished I couldn’t help but see his wife, Mary, lying on a chaise. She was wearing what looked like a skirt and blouse and had her eyes closed. She didn’t open them even with Rex and I talking fairly close to her. From where I was standing I was pretty sure that if I were able to maneuver myself just a little towards the house I might get a peek.  Rex was intent upon giving me a lesson on boat building and, although interesting, I’d had other things with more priority. So I stood there taking quick glances towards the woman looking for the slightest opportunity to move in her direction… but none came. I remember looking at my watch and seeing the time told him I needed the suit papers as I had to get home. It was like I woke him up as he let out a bit of a ‘cry’ saying he was sorry. When he did it woke his wife and startled her. I was looking right at her when it happened and she flung her left leg off the chaise and proceed to fall on the ground. I was closer to her than Rex so ran over to help her. Her skirt had gotten caught on the hinge to the leg extension and the chaise was now basically on top of her. By then Rex was there and she was cursing at him as if it had been his fault.

It was a comedy of errors from there on in. The sequence of events is impossible to reprise… a combination of legs and arms flying punctuated by a study stream of cursing. From my perspective it was an event worth remembering as the end result got me more than just a peek. In the end the only way to extract Mary from the chaise was for her to get out of the skirt. When Rex yelled at her to do it she started to refuse but when he started toying at the chaise she took a look at me and then unbuttoned it at the waist. There was no way for me not to see the results. I was about three feet from her as she stepped out of it. The panties were definitely cotton and were full briefs. She wasted no time in heading for their back door but as she did I took notice of the rear crotch line. The most popular cotton panties of that period in time were the leg elastic Lollipop type. What made them stand out to me was the size of the crotch and the one on her panties was definitely bigger than most.

Rex made light of the whole incident. He apologized and said he’d get me the papers that he’d been given for both the club and for himself. Before he went inside I asked about the other two guys who had been contacted. He said one of them had read the material to him over the phone and it was exactly the same stuff with the exception of the name list as the one being sued. He was in and out of the house in no time at all. I still hadn’t been home so I took a quick look at the one for Rex. I’d never been directly or indirectly involved with any kind of law suit so really didn’t know what I was looking at. I apprised Rex of having talked with the bank’s attorney and that made him happy. He said he didn’t have an attorney but felt there had to be some Summer only members of the club who would step up up to make sure we’d be able to fight it. At home I looked at the papers Elle had read to me earlier and they were, word for word, the same as what was on the papers I’d gotten from Rex. As I said I’d not been involved in any kind of legal matter so had to leave it up to “Gee’ when I got the papers to him the next day. Elle, of course, was upset but I told him we were “in good hands” with “Gee” now involved.

After I got her calmed down we ate. Then, with the kids occupied outside, I asked Elle how she’d made out in asking Ra about the panties. I remember her making bit of a “face” which told me it hadn’t gone all that well… but I pressed on. Elle and Ra were friends but not all that close and Ra wanted to know why Elle was interested… and Elle had to explain…  embarrassing herself in the process. But Ra said that the previous Fall the family had made a trip to the Amish country in Pennsylvania and had stumbled onto an underwear factory in a little town called Ephrata. They had an outlet store and found the panties there and thought they might work for their daughter… and that was her story.

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... abusy time (Part 173x)

INTO THE SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173x)

It wasn’t quite like getting your hand caught in the cookie jar… but it was close. When I saw the washline and what it held I wasn’t quite to the top of the driveway. I stopped and was taking a mental inventory when I caught a glimpse of Martha opening the back door. I started moving forward again hoping that she hadn’t seen how long I’d been stopped. As I backed my station wagon up to the trash containers I remember thinking of how I could possibly make an inspection of them but with Martha headed towards me I knew that thought was dead. Martha was wearing another very short dress somewhat similar to the yellow one she’d worn to the picnic. I’d had an opportunity to get a peek of her panties at the picnic but they were white. The panties I was looking at were a mix of colors and types but with one exception were too large for her and looked like they belonged to Mattie. Getting out to load up the trash containers I knew that there would be more opportunities during the Summer.

Upon returning home I found Elle and Martha had decided to wait and eat lunch before embarking on our venture. Elle was trying to decide what to wear because nothing had been decided on just where we were going and what ‘facilities’ would be available. She told me she didn’t want to wear a full ‘package’ because the plastic panties didn’t breathe, especially now that it was Summer. I reminded her of the panties we’d just made with the large plastic crotch attached to a regular pair of panties. Hearing me say it made her shake her head and comment that she should’ve thought of it. While we were talking I noticed a couple of piles of clothes on the end of the kitchen counter. I asked Elle about them and when she told me they belonged to Dick and Ra’s two girls who’d spent the night. I’d pretty much forgotten about it especially after the phone call to Rex and hearing about being sued. I noticed a bunch of panties among the piles and, trying to be casual about it, asked about them. Elle made a face which indicated she didn’t want to talk about them. But, I specifically asked about the number of them and picked the pile up. One fell off and I had to pick it off the floor and saw something that made me take a closer look.

When I did Elle asked me what I was doing. I took the panty over to her and showed how there really wasn’t a crotch, at least in the normal place. They were cotton and had a double panel of material from the waist elastic in the front which went all the way to the waist elastic in the back. I remember Elle looking at them and making a comment about them certainly being different. I just had to ask her why she hadn’t noticed. She explained That Ra had brought “extras” in case Dee, her older daughter, had any “accidents” and pointed to the other clothes. She went on that Dee hadn’t “missed” so really didn’t pay much attention to them. I took the pair back from her to look for a label but couldn’t find one. While doing it I got an idea. I asked Elle to try a pair on. She shot back an immediate “No!” It took a minute or two to explain what I was thinking.

Dee was a big girl for her age and, holding the panties up in front of me, thought Elle, who’d lost all the extra weight from her short lived pregnancy, might be able to get them on. She wanted to know why and I showed her the extra amount of material told her it would be worth trying because it might hold enough urine so she wouldn’t  have to have three sanitary pads in her ‘package’ at night. She stood there for a few second and then took the panties and headed for the bathroom. She was back quickly and wearing the panties. Standing there in front of me I remember her saying “Now what?”. I told her to ask Ra where she purchased the panties and we’d go from there.

Our excursion took us to a lighthouse; a ferry ride; a visit to see Elle’s father come in to his dock after a fishing trip and getting to hold some real fish; stopping at the ice cream parlor run by one of Elle’s high school classmates and ending up a the miniature golf course. In thinking back on it after reading my notes I’m not sure that Mattie and Martha didn’t enjoy it the most. I know my kids did because they would often ask to do at least a few of the things. What held my attention was Martha. Over the course of the afternoon I got two real good looks at her panties and a few sneaky peeks. The first one was at the lighthouse. The wind was out of the North which was unusual for a July afternoon. The lighthouse was located on a bluff on the North facing coastal line. With the bluff wind would hit it and actually blow almost straight up. When we went out to look at the view a puff blew up under Martha’s skirt. She was holding her daughter’s hand and was unable to corral it and I had one during question answered… she was wearing a pair of light blue bikini panties (nylon, I think). The second one was after Elle’s father invited us all on board his boat. Pictures of the kids with the fish would’ve been great but I never gave it a thought plus I didn’t have any film. But, Martha’s daughter was afraid so she squatted down to be right beside her. She was still unsure so Martha, still on her haunches, spread her legs to pull the girl between them. My unobstructed view lasted for about 5 seconds… and it was very enjoyable. I didn’t have any luck with Mattie but, as I wrote earlier, there was most of the Summer ahead. 

As far as Elle was concerned, wearing her newly designed sanitary panties worked. She almost made it, dry, but when we got back home we still had Martha’s daughter. When she walked her over to the opening in the hedge to return her to Martha she couldn’t hold it. The good thing was she didn’t embarrass herself. I ended up being the beneficiary as she left the wet panties on. They served as a diversion to the whole pending mess concerning the law suits. We spent the evening out on the screened in porch. It was almost like old times… and I wished we could slow things down enough to be able to do it more often.

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173w)

INTO THE SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173w)

Betsy and Ra had brought plenty of food and beer for the after race celebration… and it was needed. The promoter required that everybody be out of the pits by midnight so, in anticipation, Cliffy drove the car right up the ramps and onto the hauler. The winning car always got a lot of attention especially when the gates to the pits were opened to the public after all the cars were off the track. I had one big surprise when that happened… Bret (from the bank) showed up. As I’ve written, at the picnic Bret had the job of running the merry-go-round which put him in contact with just about anybody who had kids. A couple of his old friends from school happened by and told him they were going to see C J (a classmate of theirs) race and, as he told me, “twisted his arm” to get him to go along. He said he knew his wife would be upset but decided to tag along. It was the first time he’d seen Cliffy race since I’d become a part owner of the car. Of course I’d kept him up to date on our trials and tribulations but I got the impression he was impressed with what he saw. C J and his father “Seeg” stopped by to congratulate Cliffy. Freddy and his wife, Gerry, also paid us a visit. Gerry worked in the scoring tower with Beth but seldom came down into the pits after the races. She had young kids at home so she’d often take off as soon as her job was done. But, on this night she was still there and accompanied Freddy as he stopped by. I’ve written about C J and his fan club (mostly girls and young women) who wore white pants and, white polo shirts with C J’s car number (1) printed on them. Basically, Freddy’s fan club amounted to his wife and sister in law. Since his own car color had been white with red numbers the two women were wearing basically the same combination and looked like they were part of C J’s entourage. However, even though Gerry was only around 5 feet tall she was more filled out than most of C J’s group… and didn’t mind showing it. As soon as I saw her I ducked behind the group talking with Cliffy to get a ‘rear view’… and was somewhat rewarded.

Gerry had sat on something that was dirty (fancy that, at a race track) and the result was a highlighted VPL. The arc of the crotch stood out significantly. Not as big a a pair of Van Raalte panties or even Kayser, it was still larger than most. Of course I was ’stimulated’ and would love to have known what kind of panties she was wearing. But, she had her shirt tucked in so a DP was out of the question. There were a few other visitors that offered a bit of interest but with the poor lighting in the pits, the looks were fleeting. When the security guys came by to tell us pack it all up, Cliffy, Dick and Alan were in no shape to drive. That left me. I’d never driven any truck and this one was a big F600 cab-over Ford with a race car on the back. It looked daunting to me when I realized that I was going to have to steer this monster some 50 or so miles. Another problem for me to overcome was that the transmission, although standard, had more gears to go through than I’d ever handled. A four speed in my car was about it. Dick said he’d do the shifting for me, choosing the right gear at the appropriate time. It was a little after midnight when we pulled out of the pit gate.

About the only positive thing I can remember is that we made it back to the shop. Numerous stalls (poor footwork with the clutch pedal) and a fear of going too fast. I quickly found out that the steering box had some ‘play’ in it which meant it took a second or two for the truck to react to my turning the steering wheel. I was certainly glad to climb out of the cab back at the garage. The next obstacle was in getting home. Beth had dropped Ra and her two boys off and I’d driven right past my house on the way to leave Dick off. Alan lived just a short distance away so dumped him (almost literally) off at his house as well. Cliffy was out cold curled up on the seat beside me. But, Beth was ‘on the ball’ and showed up to get Cliffy and willingly took me home as well. It was after 2am when I walked into the kitchen.

The was a note taped to the kitchen door window telling me to get in touch with Rex. He was the property manager at the sailing club and I was puzzled why Elle would leave me a note knowing I wouldn’t be home until after midnight. It certainly didn’t make me very comfortable as I tried to go to sleep. I was awake when one of Elle’s alarms went off to get her up for a bathroom visit. She was no help as to what was so important which made my efforts for sleeping even more difficult. I was up and dressed by 8am and called Rex. What he had to tell me was ‘mind-blowing’. It seems that the guy who harassed me at the club and had taken a swing at me the previous week had sued the club. He was also suing the township since the incident had taken place on either their beach or the beach owned by the sailing club and he was covering all bases. Rex added that I could expect to be sued as the two men who’d come to my defense had already been served. I stood there holding the phone and not believing what I was hearing.

A little later, at the club, I was able to get some details. Someone knew something about the guy and his family and the message I got was they were nothing but trouble. They lived in the city and rented a cottage during the Summers. They’d applied to be members the previous year and been turned down. I was told that he had been to law school but hadn’t passed the bar exam but considered himself an attorney. None of it explained what his real ‘beef’ was. It was just something else to add to everything else I had going on. One thing it did do was to upset me enough that I decided not to race. Elle had already made that decision after two women had tried to make trouble for her during the week. I wondered if they weren’t connected to the guy who was doing the suing.

That pretty much meant spending the day at home. When I returned and told Elle she seemed happy and suggested that we get together with Mattie and Martha and possibly expose them and their kids to some of the ‘sights’ of the area. We’d enjoyed the time we’d been able to spend with them at the picnic so I thought it was a good idea and it got my mind off the lawsuits. I left it up to Elle to make the arrangements with them. As it turned out, when she went next door to ask Martha had a request. Without her husband there that weekend their garbage hadn’t been taken to the landfill and she wanted to know if I could do it for them. Mattie was at church and it was still before noontime which seemed to give me enough time to make the trip and return so I said I would. When I drove up their driveway I was greeted with the sight of one of my favorite things… panties on a washline…

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173v)

INTO THE SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173v)

A few words of explanation concerning race line-ups here… for the qualifying races the Chief Steward is allowed to use his discretion… up to a point. Once a car is qualified for the main event, positions are determined strictly by money won over the previous three races. We hadn’t been even marginally competitive in the previous three weeks and when we saw cars who had some (moderate) success starting in front of us it was very frustrating. It wasn’t that we thought there would be a problem to qualify. It was that it just wasn’t fair. There was only one car who Alan figured had done worse than we had and he was on the ‘pole’ (starting first and on the inside). Now that we were into the Summer it meant more cars were showing up and it meant more traffic on the track. As an example, there were thirty cars on opening night trying to qualify for twenty four spots. On this night there were over forty cars in the pits meaning that only six of the fourteen cars in the race would qualify. A wreck in a qualifying heat could mean not making the feature race and that was what had us upset. All of the cars that were starting in front of us were what we called “back markers” meaning that they weren’t very good and often caused wrecks. But, in spite of Cliffy’s tirade nothing was going to change the steward’s mind. We were going to start fifth… third row on the inside.

When the green flag flew to start the race I could see the three cars on the inside, all bumper on bumper. As they went into the turn the first car in that line started to push out towards the wall. If there hadn't been cars on the outside of him he would’ve ended up in the wall. But, by the time they made the backstretch the second place car had gotten underneath him with Cliffy pushing him. At the third turn it was the same as when they were in the first turn only this time there wasn’t a car on the outside. It became obvious that Cliffy was pushing him out of the way… and was successful as by the time they made it to the start/finish line Cliffy was clearly in front. There was one caution (yellow) flag for a wreck which bunched the cars back up but when the race restarted Cliffy was gone… long gone!

Back in the pits we were really excited and when Cliffy pulled into the pit stall even he was smiling… but not for long. The two drivers he’d pushed out of his way were there with some of their pit crew before he could climb out of the car. As I’ve written, our stall was just inside the entry gate and the track promoter had assigned a security guard (an off duty cop) there to prevent anyone from sneaking into the pits. He recognized the trouble that was brewing and tried to cut the drivers and their crews off. There were about ten of them and he wasn’t that big so I became concerned that it might get ugly. Dick was about 6’2” and over 200 pounds while Cliffy was 6’0” and the same weight but as far as the rest of us, Alan, Robob, Buster and me, we didn’t offer much in the way of resistance. Fortunately, Pee Wee who pitted next to us, saw the trouble coming and got the attention of the two other security people assigned to the pits area. After some yelling and screaming they appeared and stopped any physical activity before it happened. Within minutes the track promoter appeared and told told the two drivers and their crews that if they wanted to continue to race at his track they better head back to their pit stalls.

All I can tell you is that my heart was pounding like a drummer beats his drums. I can’t speak for the others but I was afraid. Size and numbers have a tendency to do that to me. In any case, as things calmed down the one thing Dick, Alan and I agreed upon was that as soon as the qualifying races were over there would be an announcement over the PA system for Cliffy to report to the Chief Steward. Butch had the power to suspend drivers as well as crew members but we agreed the call would concern Cliffy’s aggressive driving. We didn’t say anything to Cliffy about our concerns, satisfied to hear him tell about the new found power he had now that we’d figured out how to adjust the fuel injectors.

As expected, the call went out and we watched Cliffy head in Butch’s direction. Butch was a former car owner/driver so was well qualified to rule over the pits and the races. He was a giant of a man, well over 300 pounds and with a gravely voice that seemed close to a dog’s barking when he was mad. None of us could understand why he’d handicapped us with a starting spot of fifth in our qualifying race and it was Alan that suggested that he was mad at Cliffy for one reason or another. If that theory was true then Cliffy’s visit with him might go badly. All we could do was wait for Cliffy to return. While waiting, Freddy, the driver who’d loaned us the injection system, came over to find out how Cliffy liked the system now. He hadn’t seen Cliffy get into the two cars to shove them out of the way so he threw in his ’two cents’ as to what Butch might do warning that if there was one thing consistent with Butch it was his inconsistency… and then walked away.

It took maybe 15 minutes for Cliffy to return. He had a smirk on his face which forecast to us he wasn’t going to be penalized. It was like a mini celebration for about a minute and then the crew set out to prepare the car for the feature event, a 25 lap race. The only damage I could see as a result of hitting and moving the two cars was a bent front bumper. My ‘take’ on it was that bumpers were put on the cars to do just what Cliffy had done. Cliffy, now feeling ‘chipper’, went off to find Freddy, C J and anyone else who’d listen to him. It was Robob who discovered that the starting line-up for the main event had been posted for the cars who’d already qualified and we were starting second, front row but on the outside. When I heard that I was already counting our money. BUT… that feeling changed when he told us the car starting in the first position was one of the cars that Cliffy had pushed out of his way.

The driver had an odd first name… Pleasant, and his last name began with an O. So, the car number was O or Zero, whichever way you wanted to take it. The guy had been racing, part time, for many years but with little success. Another “back marker” as we called the cars that weren’t really competitive. Other than being in the way when the lead car(s) caught up to him to put him a lap down, he had never been a troublemaker. But, I remembered the look on his face when he and the others approached our car and the crew. I wasn’t so sure that things just might change that night.

I didn’t express my concern with any of the others but when the cars were heading for the green flag to start the race I literally held my breath My eyes were on the Zero car and when he got to the turn he never let off the accelerator or turned the steering wheel. Cliffy never did admit that he was anticipating that action but just as he was about to start turning his steering wheel for the turn he hit the brakes… but only for a second or two. The car(s) behind him hit him but not hard enough to turn him and we all watched as the Zero car went flying past our car and straight into the retaining wall. It was a hard crash and the race was stopped to clean up the debris. The driver wasn’t hurt and when interviewed later said his accelerator pedal stuck. In my heart I knew that was a lie.

When the race restarted Cliffy took the lead immediately and, in spite of a couple of caution flags for wrecks and spin-outs, never relinquished the lead. We’d won our first race (and $750 needed dollars) with a Chevy motor!
     

Note the fuel injection system

To be continued...

INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173u)

INTO THE SUMMER… busy time (Part 173u)

To say it was an awkward situation is to put it mildly. Martha and Mattie didn’t know what to do or say so were standing in the pathway that ran next to the little plot of grass we were occupying. Hank had retreated back into the area that he and Lil had staked out and, with his arms crossed, stood there staring at all of us. Not a comfortable situation. I do remember looking back towards the picnic area and seeing the security guard right at the fringe of it. Some minutes passed without much being said before all the kids in our own group re-appeared and wanting to eat. Hearing that I breathed a sigh of relief. I was concerned about Lil as the women gathered the kids to explain how we were to get our food. When I saw Hank looking away I asked Lil if she wanted to join us. She declined and said she was able to handle Hank from here on in. I remember forming a look of doubt on my face only to have her tell me again that she would be OK. As I turned to leave I heard her sort of whisper. “Thanks…”. When I walked past the security guard I asked him to keep an eye on both Hank and Lil. I told him that Hank was “volatile” and wasn’t sure what would happen. He nodded and took a few steps in that direction. In line for the food I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of life it was for Lil to be with a jerk like Hank.

One thing I wanted to do while the others were in line for their food was to find Trish and Chaz. In the process I ran across Hobie and J J. Hobie told me she was sitting in for Lena, taking tickets in the food line. When I walked past about two dozen people to get to her I got yelled at for cutting in line. I wanted to explain what she and Chaz had walked into and to thank both of them for stepping up. Chaz wasn’t there but I told her to make sure and let him know how much I appreciated his help. She just smiled.

With ten people in all we’d come in two cars. That meant I’d have to drive Elle and the kids back home and then take off for the races. ButI did a quick calculation and figured that if we left the picnic grounds by 2pm I could be home in time to be picked up the guys when they would stop to pick up Dick. He lived less than a half mile from me and on the same road. The kids weren’t happy with that decision but Elle was. After eating, when we got back to our little area, there was no sign of Lil, Hank or her kids. All their bags and the cooler they’d brought were gone. That was a good thing for us. When I told Mattie and Martha of our changed plans they opted to stay. I made sure they knew how to get back to their house and then loaded up our things.

We arrived in our driveway a little before 3pm. I knew it would be ’tight’ but called over to Dick’s house as soon as I walked in. Ra, his wife, answered but before I could even ask for Dick she said she wanted to speak to Elle and that it was sort of important. I called out to Elle but while waiting for her to come to the phone asked if Dick had left for the races. The answer was “yes” which wasn’t what I wanted to hear. By then Elle was standing next to me so turned the phone over to her and headed upstairs to get dressed for the races. On my way back down the stairs I caught the end of Elle’s conversation with Ra and asked what it was about. It, in a weird way, was good news for me.

Ra and Beth would go to the races together, leaving about an hour and a half after the race car left. Beth had her sister to watch her kids and Ra had her sister-in-law for hers. But, the sister-in-law had gotten sick and wouldn’t be able to do it. In a bit of a panic, and knowing that Elle didn’t go to the races, called to see if her girls could sleep over. She was going to take the boys so that part was covered. I’ve written about the problem with Dee, their oldest girl, and as soon as Elle told me I figured that Elle had said “No” to the request. Quite surprising me, she said she would. I remember making a ‘face’ and then listening to Elle say she still had the rubber sheet from when Barbara, the principal’s daughter, had lived with us. I think I might’ve shrugged my shoulders to indicate that she’d now accepted the problem and I was out of it. I was heading out the door when it came to me that if I waited until Beth came by to pick up Ra and her two boys I could go with them. I stopped and retreated back into the house and picked up the phone. “No problem…” was Ra's response to my request. However, I had to ’steel’ myself to listening to two women talking for an hour and a quarter… plus try to entertain two young boys as well.

I survived and found the car was out on the racetrack for the first practice. I tracked down the rest of the crew and asked how things were going. Dick, concentrating on his stopwatch, shot back that there seemed to be something wrong with the fuel injectors. To me that didn’t make much sense as we’d not changed anything since the previous race night. There was nothing I could offer so just stood and watched Cliffy make about five more laps. Back in the pit stall Cliffy was beside himself about how “sluggish’ the accelerator response was. He was pretty loud about it and within a few seconds Pee Wee, the driver who pitted next to us, appeared. “It’s the humidity…” was what he said. Then he added “You’ll learn…” and walked away The whole concept of fuel injection was so foreign to me I half stepped back to listen to the comments. It was about ten or so minutes later I saw Freddy, the driver who’d loaned the set-up to us, approaching. He along with Cliffy, Dick and Alan went over to the motor and after a lot of discussion I saw Alan retrieve the box of “pills” that Freddy had given to us along with the hardware. Five minutes later they started the motor, revved it up a couple of times and I watched as Cliffy climbed in to go out for the second warm-up period. This time Dick was a lot happier as he clicked the stopwatch when Cliffy drove by. When Cliffy drove back into the pit stall he was also smiling. The sluggishness was gone. (What we learned was that fuel injection systems, using alcohol for fuel, are very sensitive to humidity and sometimes it takes multiple tries to find the “pill” that will allow the optimum mixture of air and fuel.)

The next thing for us to focus on was just where we’d be starting in our qualifying heat race. I’ve written about when a car misses three nights of racing over a short period of time it is no longer handicapped (as to starting position) by money earned. It has to establish a new three nights of racing to be handicapped again. New cars to the track or cars like us who missed out for three weeks have to start in the back of each race (qualifying/feature). We’d done our ‘penance’ and were looking forward to starting up front or very close to it. We all went over to where the starting lineups were posted and I cursed when I saw we were starting fifth. The other’s couldn’t believe it either with Cliffy storming into the office of the Chief Steward. In spite of the noise of cars out on the track we could hear Cliffy cussing the man, up one side and down the other. His face was beet red when he came out and he didn’t stop to say anything to us as he headed back towards our pit stall. It wasn’t a good sign, at all.

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173t)

INTO THE SUMMER… busy time (Part 173t)

Usually, I was pretty good at having something to say in an awkward situation. Not this time. The guy she was with started moving towards me as soon as I called her name. I don’t remember what he said but whatever it was wasn’t friendly. He was ’solid’ in stature and seemed to be wearing a permanent frown. I wasn’t happy about his movement and was waiting for him to say something aggressive. However, Lil cut him off by both calling out my name and moving in front of him. Seeing her up closer there was no doubt who she was. Probably ten pounds heavier than when she was our neighbor she was still sort of cute. One thing I remember, vividly, was Lil putting her hand out to sort of push the guy off as she tried to explain just who I was. The look on his face never changed. I was hoping Elle would re-appear feeling that her presence would validate Lil’s explanation. I didn’t know what to say. It had been quite a few years since we’d seen each other but I did know she had gotten a divorce. I didn’t dare bring that up or ask about the guy standing behind her. I finally asked where she was living but was hesitant in so doing, just waiting for the guy to say something. She told me the name of the town which was near the county line about 35 miles to the West. That gave me the opening to ask what had brought her to the picnic. That gave her the opportunity to laugh and say she was trying to “relive her youth”, or something of that nature. I immediately glanced at the face of the man and he definitely wasn’t smiling. I remember Lil turning around and almost ordering him to go get something to eat. He just stood there staring at me for what seemed like a long time but then turned and, thankfully, walked away.

I had just a few minutes alone with Lil before Elle and the neighbor ladies returned. I didn’t learn much other than the guy with her was “just a friend”. Elle didn’t recognize her either and when I told her who it was she reacted in a funny way… with kind of a disbelieving look on her face. Once Lil started talking Elle seemed, like me, to recognize her and relaxed a bit. Elle took care of the introductions for Mattie and Martha explaining our previous relationship to them. The two boys with Lil were her sons but, over time I’d forgotten their names, and with  seven years of maturity, didn’t look anything like I remembered them. While the women were talking I was trying to figure a way to ask what had happened to her ex-husband. He and I’d been pretty good friends and he was a big help when I decided to go back to car racing. He also liked to ‘party’ and it was Elle’s belief that it was the cause for the divorce. I had my own ideas and mine went along the lines of ‘when the cat’s away the mice will play’. It was probably a mix of both.

Mattie and Martha had approved some of the rides for their kids so they, along with ours, were off doing that while the four women settled in on our lawn chairs. It left me to just stand back and to observe… which I remember enjoying. As I’d written Lil was wearing a pair of very short shorts. When she was living next door to us I’d had numerous opportunities to get not only panty peeks (DP’s and VPL’s) but also sightings (with some pictures included) of her in her panties. They were always full briefs (and cotton) so I was curious to see if her choice was still the same. My focus was definitely on Lil but it was Martha that got my attention first. Wearing a short yellow dress that I’d originally thought was a tennis dress she, for some reason, couldn’t keep her knees together. She seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable and was trying to reposition herself. The peeks were quick but was enough for me to keep looking at her. Suddenly she leaned forward and, spreading her knees. reached between her legs to grab the carry bag I’d stuffed under her chair. It was a stunning look and with her knees about a foot apart I had a view of about two inches of white pantied crotch to stare at. Even though I knew I was pushing my luck I couldn’t take my eyes off the spot. It took the voice of Lil’s man friend to break off my staring at her. I quickly took a look at Mattie. Sitting with her legs crossed I could see the outline of a panty leg elastic on one hip. It was only a short measure from that point to the hem of her dress. I knew if she went to stand up there would be a chance for an upskirt peek but my focus went immediately to the guy.

With all the adults now together in one place Lil introduced her ‘friend’ as Hank. He was clearly uncomfortable as he made no effort to do anything but nod in our direction. I took the ‘lead’ and introduced Mattie and Martha while Lil repeated the information she’d shared about being Elle’s and my neighbor a few years back. Still uncomfortable with the situation, Hank took Lil’s arm and started pulling her out into the adjacent path. Lil told him to let go and tried to yank her arm away. I couldn’t see exactly what happened but Lil ended up on the ground with Hank still holding her arm. She was crying out that he was hurting her. I didn’t like what I was seeing but there was no way I was going to win in a physical battle with him so tried the verbal approach. His first words came out like bullets “F__k off!” and the frown on his face got deeper. I looked down at Lil saw her panties peeking out from the leg openings of her shorts. By then she was calling out for help and, by chance, Trish and her boyfriend, Chaz, were headed in our direction. Chaz was also a ‘big boy’, both in height as well as weight. He yelled at Hank who hadn’t seen him approaching. When Hank turned and saw Chaz he let Lil go. By now she was crying and as soon as her arm was free she went into a fetal position. I kept my eyes on Hank and Chaz and saw Hank take the first swing… and miss. He’d left his mid section wide open and Chaz hit him in the gut. I thought Hank was going to fold in half. I’m sure Chaz could’ve hit him again but he stepped back and let Hank recover a bit. But what I hadn’t seen was Trish take off running and the next thing I knew there was a security guard running towards us yelling “Break it up!”. Looking at Hank, he appeared stunned. The security guard was looking for someone to tell him what had just happened. Chaz had backed away even further so I stepped forward and said there had been a “misunderstanding” and that it was under control. The guard went up to Hank and asked if he was OK and he indicated that he was. Then the guard looked at Chad and suggested that he move on. Trish had gone over to his side and with that she kind of shoved him off towards the main picnic area. With those two moves I looked down at Lil and saw Elle squatting down beside her. It was actually a ’two-fer’ as I could see Elle was wearing her new sanitary type panties that we’d made and could still also see some of Lil’s panties sticking out from the leg openings of her shorts. I went over to where they were and suggested that Lil get up and into a chair. She agreed and I offered both my hands to help her up. She sat up and put her legs out in front of her and that put me close enough to see even more of her panties. I found  a note in my DayTimer that I thought they were flowered cotton… just like I’d seen years earlier.

To be continued…

Another pause...

Another pause...

At a little after 1pm this afternoon I heard the doorbell ring. For us, it's a very rare sound. Our apartment is at the end of a long hall so we don't have many people stopping to ask directions. I opened the door to see our youngest daughter, Kaye, standing there.

Elle, my wife and Anne, our middle daughter, had been working on arranging a surprise visit to celebrate Father's Day with me but job commitments got in the way. So, she was able to do some schedule shuffling and flew in to celebrate the day a week early. She only gets here once a year and really loves the area so, for the next few days (she leaves on Monday) I (we'll) be doing the 'sightseeing bit' with her and her sister. She and Elle are working out a 'plan' as I write this so it'll be a surprise to me, for sure.

If all goes well and I'm not too far behind on my own commitments I should be back posting on Tuesday, May 11. To those faithful followers, thanks for staying with me.

INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173s)

INTO THE SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173s)

It turned out to be an interesting evening… but I’ll spare you the details. I’d previously written that our usual parking lot crew had a change made in it and that the new member was a woman. I’d not previously met her and didn’t particularly take a liking to in the few minutes I’d observed her. My ‘gut’ feeling was borne out as I and the rest of the crew started to mark out the parking spaces. She made no effort to be a part of the fun we attempted to have while working and was anything but co-operative wanting to change what we were doing. The one positive was that the rest of us decided to get it done as fast as possible to get away from her and that meant getting home before Elle went to bed.

She, naturally, was surprised to see me. I was glad for a number of reasons. One was I was curious as to what had transpired at the sailing club when she took our girls to sailing lessons as I was concerned about the obnoxious people who’d disrupted things there. She told me she didn’t observe anything other than a patrol car had driven into the parking lot while she was there. The next thing on my mind was how she made out with Dick and Ra’s girls while ours were at those lessons. Elle sort of laughed and wouldn’t tell me why but said they enjoyed their time at the beach like most kids do. What I was angling for was to know what she thought about the panties that Ra had left for her daughter, Dee, if she needed them. So… I ended up asking if she noticed how different they were… which led her to ask me how I knew about them. I had to admit that after the initial feel of them I had a good idea they weren’t the normal kind. After a short discussion about them I told her I thought that if they were available in a larger size they might work for Elle at night. I remember her making a bit of a ‘face’ which disappointed me and ended the talk at that time. However, I wasn’t going to give up on it but decided to put the idea in the back of my mind for the future.

On Saturday, getting Mattie and Martha organized was a bit of a chore. We arrived at the picnic grounds later than I’d wanted. Even though I’d staked out an area I knew that unless someone was there to defend it it wouldn’t be there when we all arrived. So, I ended up taking our kids and Martha’s daughter with me leaving Elle to navigate the way with the women. If I’d gotten there another five or so minutes later our space would’ve been completely gone. The stakes I’d used to mark off the area had been moved reducing the space by almost half. There were all sorts of bags and toys there but that was all. Trying not to be obvious I pushed some of them over and placed our lawn chairs in such a way as to make sort of a barricade. I wasn’t looking to make trouble as this was supposed to be a fun affair and hoped the other people would be somewhat docile. Like I’ve written any number of times, timing is everything. Fortunately I saw Elle and the rest of the entourage approaching before the other people had returned. I figured that with ’numbers’ we’d be somewhat safe.

I’d not seen either Mattie or Martha before I left and was pleasantly surprised at what I saw each of them wearing. Because Mattie was a little big in the hips she preferred to wear sun dresses. On this day she’d chosen one somewhat similar to one she was wearing when I got the picture of her. It was pale blue with a faint print to it… and very sheer… and short… but not a mini. I was almost ‘licking my chops’ when I saw her approaching. As the two women were ‘unloading’ their things from their hands and arms I saw people approaching the adjacent space. I’ll admit I held my breath hoping that nothing would be said. I took my eyes off of Mattie, reluctantly, to monitor the other people. I couldn’t really see the woman’s face but heard her mention that she'd noticed that their things had been moved so was waiting for her to possibly comment. She was standing with most of her back to me and I took note of her (very) short shorts. I watched her sort of whisper to her husband and saw his eyes turn towards me. I was waiting for their next step when two pre-teen kids ran up distracting them. I decided to busy myself by helping Mattie and Martha get their stuff sorted out. It was when doing this that I took a close look at what Martha was wearing. At first I thought it might be a tennis dress but, back in those days, all tennis apparel was white and what she had on was a pale yellow. In remembering it now I’m pretty sure the hem fell to about half way down her thighs. Regardless, she’d emptied one of her carry bags and was trying to push it under her folding chair. If I’d been talking when I got the ‘peek’ I would’ve stopped talking in mid sentence. It was only for a brief second or two but what it gave me was a preview of what I hoped would prove to be a great day.

While this was taking place the kids became increasingly restive wanting to explore the grounds and to take advantage of the rides. Our older girls had been attending this event for at least seven years and as they got older we allowed them certain freedoms as to where they could go and what rides they could go on. Mattie and Martha were hesitant to let their kids go without inspecting the venue so Elle agreed to be the guide. Still uncomfortable with our ’neighbors’ I volunteered to stay at our location to keep an eye on things. Random people would walk past and in some cases I recognized some as being bank customers and, in a couple of cases, former neighbors from when we lived in the mobile home park. One of them knew our ’neighbors’ and stopped to talk but I didn't know him. They were close enough for me to overhear some of what they had to say. I was trying to be ‘busy’ so they wouldn’t realize they were being listened to. In so doing I ended up sitting in one of the folding lawn chairs that I’d set up as a barricade. As I listened I thought I recognized the woman’s voice. I hesitated for a few seconds before turning around and recognizing (I thought) Lil, a next door neighbor from the mobile home park going back some seven or eight years into the past. With her hair longer and no longer red it took me a close look to be sure. I surely didn’t want to make a mistake by speaking to her, especially under the circumstances. But… I was almost sure it was Lil.

Elle and I’d been good friends with both she and her husband. I remembered some really ‘interesting’ times with them as I looked at her. (See Part 82b on 12/10/11 for one of them) But, they’d gotten divorced right about the time we moved into our house and lost track of them.  She caught me looking at her and started to say something but I beat her to it by calling out her name in the form of a question… “Lil?”

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173r)

INTO THE SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173r)

Life is full of surprises and I had one when I got home. Elle informed me that Junior (from next door) wouldn’t be going to the picnic with us. His taking his mother back to the city hadn’t gone over all that well and he was stuck trying to mediate the situation with his parents. In a way it was sort of a blessing as now I wouldn’t be saddled with keeping a conversation going with him at the picnic and I’d have some free time to roam around to see what I could see. I told Elle that she should ride with one of the women in case the cars got separated on the way as Elle knew how to get to the back gate at the grounds. Another one was that Elle had agreed to watch over Dick and Ra’s (race car) two girls the next morning. They were basically the same age as our older girls and had played with our kids but mostly during Summer vacation from school. The older of the two, Dee, had been diagnosed as “slow” and had been left back a year and was now in Anne’s class along with her sister. She was a really nice girl but because of her disability she had to be treated with ‘kid gloves’. My comment had been she was “slow on the uptake”. She was also painfully shy. In the two Summers where she’d interacted with our girls it had seemed to Elle that she’d get so engrossed in what they were all doing that she’d forget to use the toilet. Then, embarrassed, she wouldn’t say anything… to anybody… which, when inside the house was a real problem. So, that’s when it became ‘outside only’ when she came to visit. I went over the situation with Elle and she assured me she had it under control.

I was showered, dressed and ready to leave for work when I saw Ra and her two girls walking up the path to the kitchen door. I heard her say for them to wait out on the patio for Jean and Anne to join them. I had no idea when they’d be coming but it was obvious that Elle didn’t either as she was still upstairs… or so I thought. All of a sudden I heard her ask who I was talking to. When I answered “Ra” she responded with a call upstairs to our girls to come down ASAP. I could hear her retreat up the stairs which left me to go out and greet Ra. It appeared that she hadn’t heard Elle because she, very calmly, said to tell her she’d be back to pick them up at 1pm. I don’t think I said anything and then watched her walk down the path to her car. I turned to say something to her kids but heard Ra call out to me and then saw her jogging back up the path towards me. She had something in one of her hands and when she got to me just said that Elle would know what to do with it.

I could feel it was a soft cloth. I waited until Ra was backing down the driveway before I focused on what I had in my hand. There was no mistaking that it was a couple of folded cotton panties. I had enough senses not to inspect them in front of her kids so told them that Anne and Jean would be there in just a minute. Anne bounded past me just as I walked through the door with Jean right behind her. I stopped to listen to their conversation which seemed to be all one sided and coming from Anne. That made me smile because I’d seen a ‘take charge” attitude from her since she was about 5 years old. I called up to Elle who said she’d be down in less than five minutes which translated into giving me enough time to take a look at what I was holding in my hand.

As I’ve previously written, Ra was about 5’10” tall and Dick, her husband was around 6’1”. Their height seemed to have manifested itself into Dee. She and Jean were born just days apart but Dee was a whole head taller. Based upon her height at ten years of age it was my estimation she would end up being taller than six feet. Ra was almost painfully thin… not anorexic (not that I’d even heard that term at that point in my life) but there was a lot more to Dee than her mother. I took the panties and ducked into the bathroom and opened up a pair. There was no label but looking closely at them knew they were almost the size that Elle wore. I wished that we’d started on another pair of the enlarged crotch sanitary like panties so I could quickly compare them. However, that wasn’t the only thing. Like I said they were very soft, almost fluffy. The waist elastic was sewn into the cotton material so there was no visible elastic. I was somewhat reminded of the heavy cotton panties that the twin girls I’d raced against when I was a teen had worn. But there was a major difference in that there wasn’t a defined, double layered crotch between the leg openings. The double layer of material went from the waist in the front all the way between the leg openings and back to the waist band in the back. They had no elastic for the leg openings but were band leg like the heavy cotton panties Elle wore at night. It was easily five if not more inches wide. To me they didn’t look like home made as they were finely finished off. I was truly intrigued. Luckily, I heard Elle start down the stairs and was able to get the pair I’d been looking at folded to look somewhat like the second pair. I managed to get back into the kitchen before she appeared and put the panties on the counter. It was now later than I’d wanted to leave but stayed to give Elle a kiss and to point to the panties. To me, it appeared that she knew exactly what they were there for. I made a mental note to talk to her about them after I got home from the parking lot duties.

It was an easy day at work. Since Bret was working late and it had been a slow day I took off a little early. I hadn’t been keeping up with my investments and wanted to stop and see Stan, my broker. I won’t try and kid you, I was also looking forward to seeing Lynda. When I walked in I wasn’t expecting to see her in shorts. She, like me, had decided to leave early. She was headed for a party at an ocean front resort located in the same town where she lived. Lynda looked good in just about anything she wore. It was the first time I’d seen her, in person, in shorts. I’d seen pictures of her, in shorts, but seeing her moving around in the was stunning. She seemed glad to see me but apologized for having to leave right away. There wasn’t much I could say but “Have fun!”. Stan was on the phone so I just stood there watching as Lynda gathered up her things. It was only for a few seconds but I was rewarded for stopping by when she bent over to pick up a package on the floor. There was no doubt she had on bikinis as her backside showed all the elastics… leg and waist… but the best part was getting just a glimpse of them peeking out from the leg openings of the shorts. I wrote in my Day Timer ‘pale blue’ but with a question mark. As she walked out the door I remember thinking I had to find time to get over to the office more often during the remainder of the Summer. I did get to chat with Stan and set a date for the following Tuesday to go over my holdings. He took the time to pull out a few Standard and Poors research materials for me to peruse before then. I still had about $3,000 from the sale of the oil stock. I’d spent the profits, mostly on the race car, but had vowed not to spend the principal but with the busy period hadn’t taken the time to do the necessary reading and now I had the time. But at that moment it was time to get to the picnic grounds.

To be continued…

INTO THE SUMMER... a busy time (Part 173q)

INTO SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173q)

When I got home Wednesday Elle told me she wasn’t going to the sailing club for the women’s lessons/races as she usually did. It was surprise as it was something that she usually looked forward to. She’d become, in a fairly short period of time, one of the better female racers. I asked if she felt OK and her response was positive… but she didn’t give me a reason for not wanting to go. Never one to leave things as they were I pressed her on it. She made a face and said that some women had showed up at the club during lessons and were making “fuss”. I asked what it was about and it had to do with being denied use of the rest rooms. It immediately brought to mind my having been accosted by a strange man on Sunday. I think I questioned her as to why that would make a difference that evening. Then she told me that the women had made threats and promised to come back and to “make trouble” adding that she didn’t want to be involved if it were to happen, especially with the kids being there. In all the years I’d been involved with he sailing club we’d not had any problems like that. When strangers approached about using the facilities they were told it was a private club and would walk away. I stood there trying to decide what to do. I’d been standing in the doorway and heard the sound of a tractor going by out in the field. I took a quick look and saw it was John, the farmer neighbor. As soon as I saw him I thought of his brother, Ed, who was a town cop… and a good guy like John.

After eating supper I made a call to John’s brother and got lucky in that he was home. I briefly explained the situation and the threat that had been made at the club that afternoon. Right behind the club building was the town softball field and he was a player. He said his team wasn’t scheduled that night but he’d be happy to go as a spectator and would keep an eye on the activities at the club as well. I told Elle what I’d done and suggested that she should go. However, I told her to try and locate Ed when she got there and if she saw the ‘troublemakers’, point them out to him. It was pretty clear she wasn’t completely sold on the idea but I made it clear that I’d put myself ‘on the line’ and that she needed to go.

I was off to ‘do my thing’ with the connecting rod bearings at the race car shop as soon as Elle left. I was a bit nervous but, at the same time, anxious, to do it. I was the only pit crew member/owner who didn’t have a specific talent and felt somewhat inadequate when we were working on the car. I’d become a ‘jack of all trades’ but was a master of none. I was hoping my work on the motor would raise my ‘standing’ in the minds of the others. Walking into the shop I could see the car was already on the jack stands and pretty much just waiting for me. Alan hadn’t yet arrived but I didn’t wait for him. By the time he arrived I ‘d drained and filtered the oil and was dropping the oil pan down to give me access to the the ‘’bottom end’ of the motor. I checked my watch when I started loosening the bolt that held the pan on to be able to time just how long it would take. When I finished I felt pretty good about myself. I’d not had any problems and had gotten all eight bearings changed and the oil pan back in place in just under two hours… and with minimal help from Alan. He’d busied himself checking all the bolts on the suspension and rear end. I finished up by adding the motor oil. As I did we talked about the possibility of winning another ‘main event’ on Saturday. We both knew we’d be starting up front and with the added power that the fuel injection system had added neither of us could wait. In leaving, I told him that I’d meet up with him and the rest of the guys at the track. I remember him frowning before asking why. I told him about the Rotary Club/Chamber of Commerce picnic. I remember him smiling and knew why. He worked for the aerospace company who owned the property where the event was staged.

Back at home I was met by Elle… and I could see she was upset. The women did follow up on their threat and came back. Unfortunately, they’d upset just about everyone before Ed showed up. The good thing was that even though he was off duty he managed to call it in and had a patrol car there before the women could leave. Elle didn’t have all the details because she tried to stay out of the way. Hearing about it had me a bit conflicted. I couldn’t help but think what might’ve happened if I’d gone with Elle and Ed (the cop) had not been there. I wanted to know the end result and what would happen to the women who caused the problem.

After we talked about it for a while Elle calmed down and we discussed the plan for the upcoming picnic on the weekend. There would be a total of eleven from the two houses which meant taking two cars. I, as a volunteer, got a pass to use the bak gate. The concern was how we’d re-connect with the neighbors after they arrived and used the general parking area. I’d not put a lot of thought into it but sitting there with Elle I was going through the names of bank employees who qualified for a pass. Bert, the president, never volunteered because of his ailing wife and I got the idea to ask if I could use his. That way, both cars could go together, have a good parking place and without having to do a lot of walking. By my being on the picnic grounds on Friday night I’d have the opportunity to stake out the place where we’d gather. I’d had the same spot for the past three years and it was one with partial shade… perfect for the kids. By the time we headed for bed I was really looking forward to it.

It took a little ‘digging’ to get some information on what had happened at the sailing club but, there was more to it than just the two women. They’d brought their husbands as well. The net result was the two men and one woman were taken to the Justice of the Peace and cited for disturbing the peace… but were let go. They were also told not to visit the ‘area’ again with the ‘area’ being the town beach, the town baseball field and the sailing club. I was told that was basically all that could be done unless they disobeyed the directive. I knew that when I told Elle about it she wouldn’t be happy. But, before going home I had to meet with the ‘parking lot crew to co-ordinate everything for our assignment on Friday night. I was a bit surprised to find that one of the guys had been replaced by a woman. I didn’t know what to think about it at first but knew I’d miss the guy she replaced as he, to be truthful, was the one who made sure we got the job done and done right. I hadn’t met her at a Chamber meeting and my first impression wasn’t favorable. The meeting was over in short order with all of us agreeing to meet at the site at 6pm. It would be the beginning of what I hoped would be a great weekend.

To be continued…