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

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

Trish had to have seen some of the employees while paddling. I didn’t know if she’d seen me but I knew I didn’t want her to see me after her ‘mishap’ so I headed home. There were two things I was really interested in when I got there. The first was to find out what had transpired at the sailing club when the rest of the kids with lessons showed up. Both Jean and Anne had their lessons Monday, Wednesday and Friday and the question was just how many others would show up… and whether the scheduled chaperones would appear. When Elle told me that most of the kids showed up and two mothers were there I almost didn't believe her. She said she stayed to talk with them and said the reaction to the hard-nosed policy was welcomed. My somewhat jaundiced thoughts were that it was only the first day and the real test would be the following days (and weeks).

The second thing I wanted to know was just how the neighbors made out with Coach Bob and the swimming lessons. When I asked Elle smiled… but didn’t answer. That was typical of her when it came to giving me answers about her (mostly) female friends when things turned out a bit embarrassing. She was able to continue playing her ‘game’ of avoidance by saying she had to get supper on the table. Being a Monday night I had to go to the garage and help unload the race car and begin checking it over for the following Saturday night of racing. That would give Elle more time to hope I’d forget to pursue my question. We ate and I helped with doing the dishes hoping that she’d relent and tell me what happened. But she didn’t. I got my answer from an unlikely source… Junior. As I was walking towards my car Junior popped out from the hedge opening, hailing me as he did. Without me opening my mouth he commented on Coach Bob and his methods. I took the cue and asked, point blank, how he thought the lessons went for the kids. He gave me a thumbs up which was a bit of a relief. He said the kids really ’took’ to Coach Bob, especially being the first time meeting him. Added to that, it was their first time being exposed to water and swimming in it. Then I asked about his wife and sister.

His answer made me smile. He said that all three adults got off on the wrong foot with Coach Bob as none showed up wearing bathing suits. Junior quickly added that none of them owned a bathing suit. By then he was laughing. I had no idea where this was going. Junior said Coach Bob told them all he wasn’t going to teach anybody wearing clothes. When I heard that I had to ask about the kids if they didn’t have suits. I got a one word answer… "underwear". That hit me right away and I immediately asked “You too?” and he nodded affirmatively with a BIG smile. The next question was if it was the same for his wife and sister and he, again, nodded with an even bigger smile. I stood there with what had to be a look of disbelief. I don’t have any notes about it but as I sit here writing this I’m smiling. In any case he explained that the women waded into the water with their clothes on and then took their shorts and tops off under the water. He told me he was wearing boxer shorts so it wasn’t a problem for him. Next question from me had to do the other people who were taking lessons with them as I knew Coach wouldn’t do it without at least ten. Still smiling, he said he told the women that he’d paid the money and they better get to it and to forget the other people. I had a hard time picturing the two of them going through the drills in just their underwear. But, that tied in with something I’d never been able to fathom about how women think. They made it seem like some sort of crime when a man would see their underwear but thought nothing about parading around in a bathing suit, especially the two piece kind that were very much in vogue at the time. I took the opportunity to expouse my observation to Junior and after a few seconds nodded in agreement with me. We were both smiling at that point. Not wanting to give my panty fetish away I changed the subject and asked  if he thought completion of the lessons would change the negative thoughts about being near or in the water for all of them. Getting serious he stated that he and his wife were OK with it but Mattie might be a “hold-out”. I needed to get going to the garage and told him I’d check with him the next evening.

I was late to the garage and all the others, including Buster, were there. The car had been offloaded and was already on the jack stands. Racing on Saturday night had been relatively calm and there were no major incidents. However, Cliffy wanted every nut and bolt be checked. I was headed for the rear end when he pulled me aside and told me not to bother changing the rod bearings. I had a hard time to keep from smiling when he told me he’d been thinking about it for a while. He said he'd not seen that much wear on the last two sets of bearings I’d changed so figured they’d be OK. I knew that it was just BS and his father had to have talked to him. I was happy because it gave me two hours of my life back. Everything was checked over and we were on our way home by 10pm. Alan and I resumed our racing on our way home and, as usual, I beat him.

I ‘d been concerned about Elle starting her period again and how it might affect our sailing ‘date’ for the next day. Elle’s mother was more than willing to come over to watch the kids in the morning with Mattie and Martha watching them in the afternoon. With all the stuff going on at work, involvement with the race car, activities the kids were involved in, Elle's unexpected pregnancy we’d not had much ‘private time’ and I was really looking forward to a day on the bay with her and away from everybody. I’d checked with my father about the weather and he said we’d have a perfect day... light air in the morning with  the usual sea breeze in the afternoon. As I pulled in the driveway I was apprehensive about how I’d find Elle.

She was in bed but happily surprised that I was home in time to find her awake. I didn’t ‘beat around the bush’ and came right out and asked the status of her period. When  she told me her pad was almost completely clear I breathed a big sigh of relief, loud enough for her to hear it. Climbing into bed I hinted at something more than just snuggling but she told me she wanted to wait because she didn’t want to trigger any bleeding. I, of course, was disappointed but she smiled at me and told me she’d make it up to me. I was smart enough not to ‘push’ the subject and fell asleep contemplating what I hoped would happen on our trip.

To be continued…

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

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

Elle had just gotten her first period after the miscarriage just a few days earlier and didn’t feel up to going to the sailing club that day. Even though she was registered to race in the Sunfish races she (and I) had missed enough of them to take us out of contention for any awards. But, as soon as I arrived home she wanted to know the details of the “excitement” at the club. I remember asking how she knew about it and she laughed saying she had “contacts”. I told her about having some of the members yelling at me and some of them saying they were quitting the club because of the decision the Board of Governors made concerning the required chaperoning at the junior sailing program. She wanted to know why I was yelled at and told her they blamed me for it. I hadn’t really thought about it but Elle motioned that our club was the only one in the area that offered a program like ours did. She added something about the women who complained about the chaperoning requirement would now have to pay for babysitters if they wanted the time to do their own thing. She was ‘on a roll’ saying the fee for the sailing program for the whole season was probably less than a baby sitter for a week. I told her I didn’t know for sure that the guys who’d made the most ‘noise’ and said they were quitting the club were serious or not but, now there was an enforceable policy as far as chaperones were concerned and that should make her happy.

She did have some news and that was the neighbors were to start their swimming lessons in the morning. They would be for the whole week and Elle was hoping that after they were over she’d be able to take their kids to the beach with our kids. The lake where the lessons were being held was a fresh water, spring fed one and I remember Elle faking a shiver just discussing it. I’d never been to the lake but Elle said it was really nice. She’d been there a lot when she was in her early teens as the couple who called themselves her aunt and uncle didn’t like swimming in salt water so they went to the lake taking Elle and her brother with them. As she reminisced about that it came to me that it was actually harder to swim in fresh water and wondered if would make a difference for them. I was sure we’d hear about it.

After we ate we went to the marina to check on our new (to us) sailboat. I’d bailed it out once since it was launched and wanted to see if the seams had swelled yet (it was wooden). I took the 3 horsepower outboard motor along that “Big B”  had added to the deal for the boat with the idea of taking a quick ride up the creek as a sort of ‘maiden voyage’. In the back of my mind was Tuesday when I hoped to take it for a sail with just Elle. I wanted everything to work when we took off. We had to do some bailing first but it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected. It seemed strange to be in a sailboat with no sails and just a little ‘put put’ powering it. The girls wanted to know when they’d get to go sailing and I didn’t have an answer. In a way, I felt guilty about not letting them go with us on Tuesday but I needed some time alone with Elle.

At work, the Summer doldrums were setting in. Lobby traffic had slowed and vacations were in place. Joanie wasn’t in and Trish, graciously, slipped into her old position to cover for her. I’d pretty much given up getting panty peeks and or VPL’s from her. Her choice of clothes pretty much negated them for me. However, when five o’clock approached I saw Trish head for the ladies room with satchel like bag. I didn’t dwell on it and was proceeding to clear my desk when she walked up to me. I know I had to have done a ‘double take’ when I saw her. We’d seldom been in a casual social situation in my almost four years at the bank so she really surprised me. Her hair was pulled back exposing her ears which, to start with, gave her a different look. Then, as I moved my eyes downward there were some other changes. She was wearing what looked to be one of her boyfriend’s white shirts with the sleeves cut off and with the tails tied together just above her waist. I didn’t have to go any further, at least for a few seconds, as I could see something white peeking out above the waistband of her dark blue shorts. The contrast made it impossible to miss only I couldn’t identify who made them from the waist elastic. But my gaze continued downward to gaze upon something I’d never even contemplated Trish wearing... short (and I mean short) shorts. If someone had been taping my reaction to this I’m sure it would’ve been entertaining. I have no idea what I said… when I spoke. But, she was in a hurry so it didn’t matter. She told me she and Chaz, her boyfriend, were going canoeing.

Back in my way earlier posts I’d written about a distant family relation owning and running a gas station/service garage just down the street from the bank. The property was  also located right on the bank of the river. The Chamber of Commerce had been trying, somewhat desperately, to find ways to make use of the river. When my relative sold his business the guy who bought it came up with an idea… not so much to benefit the town but to benefit himself. He opened up a canoe rental operation. It made perfect sense since he had access to the river from his property. He found a local merchant who dabbled in small boats who would provide him with a source of canoes… and he was in business. Chaz, Trish’s boyfriend worked part time for the guy who was to be the source of the canoes and had been persuaded to do a trial run up the river just at 5pm when most of the businesses in town were closing. The municipal parking lot made up one side of the river and the thought was to have Chaz be paddling on the river at that time. He, in turn, convinced Trish to go with him… and that’s why she was dressed as she was. The only words I remember her saying was that she hoped she wouldn’t get wet. As soon as she went out the door I found Bret and told him. He, in turn told Laurie and before long there were about eight or nine bank employees who were on their way across the parking lot to see Chaz and Trish on their voyage.

Chaz was a large man… at least 6’4”, and probably 230 pounds. Trish was a tall woman, around 5’9”. When I saw them in the canoe and on the river my first thought was that this was an accident about to happen. Not that I’d had a lot of experience in a canoe but I knew they were somewhat unstable and, because I was 6’1” knew my height added to that lack of stability. But, with two tall people who had little experience… well… it turned out pretty much as I expected. My DayTimer notes read “ten minutes and it was over”. Chaz was in the rear and was doing most of the paddling with Trish pretty much along for the ride. For some reason she turned around to try and face Chaz and when she did the canoe started to tip. The next thing I saw was the two of them in the river. Thankfully, the guy promoting the event was there with a float boat. I watched from the river bank (along with about 20 or so others) and when he was trying to get Trish into the boat I saw the benefit of her having worn short shorts. The waistband got hung up on something on the edge of the boat and as she finally had most of her body in it I could see both cheeks of her fanny covered in white. It was a rare treat.

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

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

The boy fell asleep after about 20 or so minutes. To give Junior some history, I drove through the middle of the town where I worked which took us past the family homestead and the bank. That eventually led to a conversation about what he did for a living. He’d given hints in the past that his relationship with his father had, at times, been somewhat contentious. The apex of that was after Junior finished college decided to get a Master’s degree in finance. His father had been planning on him joining him in his business but after being exposed to the “world of money” Junior went in another direction. They didn’t get back together until after Junior married Martha and they had a baby. In listening to Junior explain the current situation they were in a period of “agreeing to disagree” on everything but the grandchildren. Junior told me after grad school that he and his best friend went to work for a fledgling company that was trying something new in the world of finance. It was a company that brokered corporate and municipal bonds to the stock brokerage offices that dealt with the public. (I didn’t understand it then and I still don’t) It was hard to tell how successful he was seeing that I only saw him at the house next door and his father owned it. I couldn't get a 'read' from his car as it was far from a luxury model. I'd picked up some of the story on it during our little visits from house to house. Parking in the city was horrendous and new cars soon looked old. He and Martha had decided on a used car that was big enough for the whole family. He’d added there was no sports car in his immediate future.

I gave him some of the detail on my work for the bank. It ended when we pulled into the race track parking lot. The race car pit stall was just inside the entry gate to the pits so, even though Junior and his son couldn’t enter the pits they could get a good close view of it. I pointed him in the direction of the grandstand and told him which section to sit in to get the best view. The gates for the spectators had just opened and I told him I’d be up to visit when I could.

Nothing special or spectacular took place during the races for our division. We had no problem qualifying but Cliffy had trouble breaking out from the pack. All the racers knew the problem… too much power for the size of the track. It had been built right before WWII for a class of race cars called “midgets”. They were small and used tiny engines compared to what we used. Because the track had been built especially for them, it too, was small… 1/5 of a mile. By then (1969) midgets had fallen out of favor for the ‘masses’ but there was still a group of ‘old timers’ who liked to see them race. The track promoter had, right after the war, owned and driven one for a number of years and had promised to run one or two shows a year for them to race. I remember the first time I saw them I was amazed at how old the drivers were compared to the drivers of the cars cars I was involved with. In any case, the most memorable happening for that night was having one of those cars ride up over the wheel of another and go flying out over the wall and catch fence, disappearing into the night. The driver survived and, after seeing the remains of the car, I wondered how. So, when the fans were let into the pits and Junior and his son showed up at our car all they wanted to talk about was “the flying race car”. Cliffy had finished 10th which earned enough money for another tire but it wasn’t enough to impress Junior and his son.

For the trip home Junior made a valiant effort to be interested in the whole concept of car racing. That lasted for maybe twenty minutes so I decided to ask about Martha. Her coming from a foster home and now being part of, at least, the fringes of the ‘upper crust’ intrigued me. So, I asked how they met. The foster mother who she lived with in her pre and early teen years was a house maid who moonlighted as a server at catered affairs on weekends. The woman couldn’t afford someone to watch her so would bring Martha along. One of the affairs was sponsored by Junior’s father. Junior said he first saw her when she was a pre-teen and he’d just turned fourteen. He was “bored” and had run into Martha outside the kitchen. He didn’t go into detail but said they’d talked a bit and hit it off. He managed to stay somewhat connected through their teen years and, home on vacation while in college she was doing the serving at a Christmas gala. They re-connected and in spite of his parents disapproval he continued to see her. That’s as far as he got by the time we arrived home. He thanked me and told me the next time I had a meeting in the city to give him a call and we’d get together. As I drove up my driveway I was actually looking forward to taking him up on it.

I was hoping for an ‘easy’ Sunday with the word easy meaning no conflicts or controversy. When Elle had told me about the problem with some of the mothers of the children in the junior sailing program not fulfilling their obligation to chaperone the program I had contacted the Commodore of the club who said he’d look into it. With that done I let the subject pass. However, when I arrived at the club there was definitely something afoot. There wasn’t anyone preparing their boats for racing. The people who were there were gathered on the beach at the East corner of the porch. Walking towards them I could see most of the officers of the club up on the porch with the Commodore ‘holding court’. Not to belabor the point, the Board of Governors had convened the previous day and had issued a ‘decree’ that parents who neglected their chaperoning duties would have their children dropped from the program and the parents membership would be suspended. The officers ended up being the messengers… and were taking grief for it. To be truthful, I wanted to go and hide. I looked around and saw the husband of the woman who Elle had had her run-in with. He had a bunch of other men, all racers, gathered around him and it was plain to see some were not happy. I turned and walked towards one of my Sunfish boats to prepare it for racing but was, for lack of a better term, accosted by couple of them. I don’t have any notes or memory of what was said but I do remember what the result of the whole thing was… three of the racers verbally resigned from the club with a lot of hubris. There were things said by me and by the others that shouldn’t have been said. However, I hadn’t made the decision and had only been the messenger of the problem. For the day, the races were still held but with about five regular racers missing. When we finished up a number of those who had stayed came over to find out why those who’d left were so mad at me. I tried to explain my part in it and had a couple who sided with the Board of Governors and a few who thought it was too harsh a penalty. While we were talking one of those men came over and tried to explain their thinking. It seemed pretty simple… Either the parents did the job or the club would have to hire people to do it and fees for being in the program would have to go up… substantially.  They didn’t want to do that so the new policy was established. Overall, I was pleased, but not happy that I had to take the ‘heat’ for it. I could only hope that things at home would be calmer when I got there.

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

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

We chatted about that for a few minutes and then she abruptly asked if I had any fantasies having to do with pictures of women in panties. That was getting a little ‘too close to the fire’ for me but when I hesitated she kind of forced the subject and said that if I could have one picture of her how would I like it to be “staged”. I don’t have any notes on my reaction to that question but I’m sure I wasn’t expecting that. I do remember her standing right next to the chair I was sitting in with her hip against my arm which was on the arm rest. She chided me a time or two and finally let me ‘off the hook’ and said it was only a “fantasy question”. I finally relented and told her I had a fetish of seeing women wearing two pair of panties. She asked how I would ever know and to answer it I had to admit to being more of a voyeur than just looking up women skirts. I explained what a VPL (Visible Panty Line) was and how I’d observe it. She made a sort of face when I told her and then asked if I’d ever seen a VPL on her. Of course I had but told her they were hard to come by when women wore dresses and skirts. She seemed to accept it and she dropped that subject. I didn’t know what her next question would be so when she asked if Elle ever wore two pair for me I know my cheeks went to bright red. I didn’t really have to give her a verbal answer. I just hoped she wouldn’t take it any further and she didn’t. 

She then handed me the album and disappeared into the house. My hard-on was straining my comfort level while sitting in the chair but I hung on until she returned. She said she hated to do it but she had to go to a dinner with the “big-wigs” clearly showing her displeasure.  By then it was after 7pm and she told me she was supposed to meet them at 7:30pm at the fanciest restaurant in town, a place I’d been to a number of times with my grandparents including their 50th wedding anniversary. She apologized for making me uncomfortable with her questions and said she’d like to make it up to me. Lynda then told me I had two choices for what it could be. I had no idea where she was going with this and sat there shrugging my shoulders. She said it could be a “memory’”or it could be something I could keep. Not knowing what either of them were I decided on something to keep with a wild thought that she just might give me a pair of her panties. I still had the album in my hands and she told me to pick out one of the pictures. She said she had to get dressed quickly and for me to just take one I liked. I already had some that she’d given me after my first visit to her house so was trying to pick out one that was different than the one’s she'd given me I still hadn’t picked one out by the time she returned, fully dressed. She made a ‘face’, snatched the album from my hands and pulled one out handing it to me telling me that it was one of her favorites. Then she headed out the front door with me following. As I thanked her I asked what my other choice was had I chosen it. She, with the coy smile she loved to put on me, proceeded to say she would’ve let me watch her undress and then get dressed. That thought pretty much took my breath away. Since I hadn’t yet looked at the picture she selected for me I could only hope it was a good one.

I waited until I came to the first cross street to look at the picture and was very pleased with it. I sat there staring at it trying to rationalize that having the picture was definitely better than just observing her changing her clothes. I have to admit that every time I look at the picture I fantasize what seeing her undressing, in person, would’ve been like.

                  

Her husband liked her in garters and stockings

On the trip home, a little over an hour, I was worried about the questions Elle might ask about the affair. It was a waste of my time. Elle was glad to see me and was bursting to tell me about her day. In mid afternoon Martha had come over to get her to go play some tennis. She, Martha, had driven past the tennis courts up at the high school and seen two women playing and stopped to observe. Elle told me the women asked Martha if she she played and if she knew anyone else who played. She thought of Elle immediately, came to the house and persuaded Elle to join her and the other two. One of them turned out to be the new English teacher at the High School who was trying to get a tennis program started there and who also taught tennis. Elle had played with her a couple of times back in the Fall but with her unexpected pregnancy hadn’t played during the Spring and had forgotten all about her. What ended up happening was the other women set up a series of dates to play together and Elle was quite excited about it. I was too because, hearing that, I thought I was ‘off the hook’ for having to play with Elle as I’d promised. However, the big thing for me was Elle never asked about the open house and that was a load off my mind. 

A while back, in a moment of weakness, I’d invited Junior from next door and his son to go to the races with me. Even getting up early, I was afraid I’d not get everything done that needed to be done before it was time to go. Both the house and church lawns needed cutting and there was always the trip to the landfill. From there it was to the garage to, hopefully, load the car on the hauler without any problems. Now, as a proud (?) new boat owner, I needed to go to the marina to check on it. The boat was made of wood and wooden boats, when first put in the water each season, leaked. I’d not been there since the day it was launched and could only hope there wasn’t too much to have to bail. “Big B” had left the small outboard motor he used to get in and out of the marina with Dave, the marina owner, asking him to make sure it would run so that was another side trip. I definitely needed that if Elle and I were to go sailing on Tuesday. By the time I got home it was after 3pm and hadn’t eaten. I'd left word for Junior that I’d be ready to leave at 3pm so he was there, on my patio, when I arrived.

The big thing with Junior and his son was I had no idea what to talk about. He worked on Wall Street in the city doing some sort of investment work with bonds. I knew nothing about them other than I’d inherited a few with my trust fund. And then, there was his son. How was I going to keep him interested until we got to the track. As I wolfed down a sandwich Elle had made for me for lunch I tried to engage both of them but without much success. Walking out to my car I, again, thought “What was I thinking?” when I invited them.

I hadn’t seen Elle when I’d arrived but just as I got into the car she appeared. She pretty much ignored me and focused her attention and comments on Junior. She was congratulating him on the fact that arrangements had been made with Coach Bob to give both the adults and kids swimming lessons. I looked at Junior’s face and didn’t get much of a reaction but his son was beaming from ear to ear. Elle continued talking telling him that they were really lucky to get him and, on top of that, the lessons would be at a private lake so they wouldn’t have to deal with a lot of people, boats and waves. That’s when I piped up and told him that that was “first” in that coach Bob never gave personal lessons. Elle had the last word though, saying there would be four other people adding it wasn’t worth his while to do it with less. As we pulled out of the driveway I could hear Junior and his son talking about it and was thankful to have a common topic for conversation for at least the beginning of the trip.

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

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

Tents back in those days weren’t readily available. Rent-It-all type stores hadn’t come into vogue so the formal announcement with all the dignitaries had to take place on the showroom floor. All the Chevrolet models had been removed and there was one vehicle covered with a gold, satiny material over to one side. A temporary stage had been built for all the important guests and the rest of us, in spite of the fact that it was still Summer, tried to press ourselves into the building. I’d never met or even seen Lynda’s father-in law so, as I stared at the gathered group, tried to pick him out. Among the invited were, naturally, the local politicos and after someone I didn’t know introduced them, Lynda’s father-in-law took the microphone. I don’t know what I was expecting him to look like but it certainly wasn’t the figure I saw standing at front of the ’stage’. He was short and looked to be old. Lynda and I were approximately the same age so I applied the age of my father to him and using only that as a guide, guessed he should be in his 60’s. But he looked more like my grandfather looked when I’d lived with him during WWII… and that was OLD! In any case I was surprised.

General Motors had sent a regional Vice President to present the official document proclaiming them as an Oldsmobile dealer. He’s the one that pulled the covering off the featured car. Instantly appearing was an Olds 88 convertible, the biggest Olds they made, and it was gold in color as well. It was the current year’s model as the new ones wouldn’t be offered until October. The ‘official’ part was then over and the guests were invited into the service area where they had tables of food and drink. It seemed strange for a party to be held in there but they’d made an effort to clean it up. Since it was free food and drink I wasn’t complaining. It was while I was in line for food that I finally spotted Neil. We chatted briefly about the previous week’s races. The one thing I garnered from it was that he didn’t see any benefit from sponsoring a car that raced so far away from his business (about 50 or so miles). Then he told me he’d be looking for someone who raced at the local track to sponsor for the next year.

I’d just about given up connecting with Lynda when she appeared in the doorway from the showroom to the service area. To me it looked like she’d had about enough ‘glad handing’ with a bunch of ‘old farts’, which most in attendance were. She pointed me towards the open doors to the outside and we met up just as we walked out into the sun. I don’t remember her exact words but it was obvious she wanted out of that scene and asked if I was on my way home. I told her I was and she made a ‘face’ and a comment that I don’t remember either. It had to do with wanting to get with “real people” or something like that. She thanked me for coming. I still hadn’t comprehended why I’d been invited to begin with. She told me she was also leaving but would have to re-appear later and, in what seemed like an afterthought, asked if I could stop by her place for short visit. “Red flags” should’ve gone up immediately… but didn’t. Then I heard the words I’d heard back when she invited me and then again as she ‘pushed’ for me to attend… “It’ll be worth your while…”

Lynda had been dressed more demurely than even for work… which really, when you came right down to it, wasn’t all that demure. It was a Summer dress that actually presented as being a blouse and a skirt but was truly only a dress. It came to just above her knees and hung loosely off her hips. I’d not seen her but for a few fleeting minutes at the dealership and hadn’t had the time to look it over. But, when we got to her house she waited in her Corvette until I pulled in behind her. When I was by her left rear wheel she opened the door and sort of threw her left leg out to the ground and turned as if to get out. She’d pulled the hem of the dress way up into her lap and when I saw it I know I had to have taken a deep breath or something as she started to giggle. Her legs were at at least a 35 to 40 degree angle and the late afternoon sun was shining right on her… and my eyes were definitely on her crotch. I felt my face flushing and, out of habit when that happened to me, turned away.

She got out but as she did she sort of held the hem of the dress in one hand now giving me a good look at her bare tummy showing above her bikini panties. She'd told me bikini’s were her preference when her husband was away. I could see these had some lace treatment on the front before she finally dropped the hem. It was an awkward moment or two for me but she broke the ‘spell’ asking if I’d like some iced tea. I followed her into the house and then she pointed me to a small screened porch. The house was tiny to begin with and any more than three people out there would’ve made it crowded. I’d long since taken my jacket and tie off and I was about as comfortable as I was going to get. I began to wonder what was taking Lynda so long when she appeared in the doorway with a tray and the tea.

She’d changed out of the dress and was wearing a pair of navy blue wide legged shorts and a white sleeveless blouse. Even though she wasn't all that well 'endowed', she liked to exhibit what she did have. I can still visualize that the shorts had white trim on them but I can’t remember exactly where. She took a seat on a small wicker rocking chair right across from me and then we sat there, quiet for a minute, before she leaned forward and asked if she could ask me a couple of personal questions. I wasn’t expecting that but I thought to myself, ‘why not?’. It was obvious she was struggling to ask what she really wanted to so I finally told her to go ahead and ask me anything. I think, but am not sure, that she then leaned back in her chair. I do remember her still struggling when she asked if I ever took pictures of Elle like her husband took of her. I was already perspiring as there was no air movement in her back yard and the question just added to it. She wanted to know how Elle took to being asked and I fibbed a bit saying she was OK with it. Elle was pretty much was OK on panty pictures when she wasn’t wet. It was then I'd have to beg or barter. Then she asked if I “staged” them and I didn’t really know what she was looking for and let her know. Without saying anything, she got up and went into the house. She returned with an album. I’d seen it before and the ‘rise’ in my pants was instantaneous. I had my hands folded in my lap trying to hide the situation. She, standing next to where I was sitting, flipped through the pages to two series of pictures. That was when I remembered that her husband was a wanna-be photographer. She explained that he liked to tell a story with a series of pictures and the ones she was pointing to definitely expressed that. I had to tell her I had to be satisfied with mostly semi-candids where Elle knew I had the camera in hand and I would just snap a picture or two. Lynda already knew my preference for full brief panties. We’d gone over that the first time I’d seen her album and she’d told me she “humor” her husband by wearing them when he was around. There was silence for a bit when she asked if I’d be willing to show her a couple of pictures of Elle in panties. I’d never ever thought about that but… she’d given me pictures of herself in panties so, after hesitating a bit said I would.

To be continued…

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

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

The first thing I noticed upon my arrival was the piece of cardboard that I’d placed the rod bearings on the night before was now sitting on the hood of the car. That told me that Cliffy's father had talked with him. Dick and Alan were ’stringing’ the car to make sure all the measurements were right while Cliffy was in the car working on the wiring for the tachometer. Robob and Buster weren’t there. My job was to make sure all the visable nuts and bolts on the motor were tight. The most vulnerable were the nuts that held the valve covers on. The gasket between the cover and the cast iron head was cork and was always a problem. The worst thing about it was the oil would weep out and get all over everything. Alan had come up with a clamp to help spread the pressure over a broader surface and some of the other racers had seen it and were after him to make them a set. So, once I finished my job I switched places with Alan so he could start in on making them. There was hardly any ‘chatter’ between the four of us. I was curious to find out if Cliffy’s father had spoken to him about the bearings but didn’t say a word. Dick, when finished the ’stringing’ with me, asked if there was anything more that needed to be done. I heard Cliffy, still inside the car and still quiet, say to him “See you Saturday”. I was standing right next to Dick and when he headed out the door I followed him. There was still a bit of daylight and as we walked to our cars we saw Leigh, Davo’s girlfriend, staggering towards us. From previous posts you know that she was a ’two beer drunk’. But, there she was and no Davo in sight. Dick asked her where he was and she just put her hands up in the air indicating she didn’t know. Then he asked how she’d gotten to the garage and she told us she’d walked. I knew that both of them ate at the Traveller’s Rest on a regular basis so asked if that’s where she’d been and got an affirmative nod from her. Dick asked her some more questions and it was like pulling teeth to get her to answer. Finally, he asked if she needed a ride home. Because the garage was closed for business the lights for the gas pumps were out. But, all of a sudden they flashed on and we heard Cliffy call out to us wanting to know what was going on. My eyes had become accustomed to the dark but now I was almost blinded. It didn’t take long for them to adjust and when I looked at Leigh, who was now standing with her back to me, I could see the back of her shorts were wet and also showed dirt on them indicating that she’d fallen.

Cliffy came out to join us and was able to get Leigh to tell us Dave had gotten mad at her and left her at the restaurant. It would’ve taken me no more than ten minutes to walk there but in the shape Leigh was in there was no telling how long it had taken her. Cliffy, because of his friendship with Davo, was ‘closer’ to Leigh than either Dick or I, asked what she wanted to do. She and Davo were living together and their place was about eight miles to the West. She was standing but sort of wobbling and none of us made and effort to help her. She was clearly confused as to what she should do. Cliffy finally told her he’d drive her home but wanted to call Davo first. I don’t know why but we all walked back into the garage. I was last in line with Cliffy holding on to Leigh’s arm to steady her. The lights were on inside the garage and once there I could clearly see that the back of Leigh's shorts were wet all the way to her waist. That told me she wet while sitting. Cliffy dialed up Davo and while waiting asked Leigh why Davo had gone off and left her. She didn’t answer but I had a theory… that she’d peed herself at the restaurant and embarrassed him. Cliffy waited for a few minutes before hanging the phone up and then dialed another number. I picked up on it and confirmed that he was talking with Beth, his wife. When he hung up he told Leigh that he’d take her to his house when he finished up in the garage. He led her over to a stool at the work bench but before she sat down she said she needed to go to the bathroom. As I’ve written any number of times before, because someone had stolen money from the office where the bathroom was located, the office remained locked unless Cliffy’s father was there. Cliffy just shrugged his shoulders and pointed towards the door. Dick, by then had started towards his car and, as much as I would’ve liked to have hung around to see just what she did, didn’t.

Morris, the consultant who’d been hired by the bank to advise them on the proposed new branch, finally returned my call on Thursday. I knew I was ‘pushing it’ by calling him because, even though I was a member of the branch committee it was only as an ad-hoc member with no standing. However, Morris and I’d worked together before he was hired as an advisor and we got along well. He understood the frustration I had from being overlooked by the Trustees and was willing to keep me up to date on what was happening. He did have one ‘juicy’ bit of information for me concerning the status of the application. He had a contact working in the State banking department and had been told our application had been cleared to be submitted to the full banking Board. He told me it should have no problems but he didn’t know if it would be in the August or September meeting. To me, that was great news  because I could start planning for it. I had my personal files of what I had to do for the first branch so I’d have something to offer to the branch committee when the approval came through. It made my day.

To be truthful, I was more than a little apprehensive about going to the open house that Lynda had invited me to on Friday afternoon. I felt I’d be out of place since the only persons I’d know would be Lynda and Neil, the guy who helped us with the new motor for the race car. I worked out floor coverage at the bank between Trish and Bret so that part was easy. It would take a little over a half hour to get to the dealership so I left the bank around 3:30pm. The main portion of the affair was to start around 4:30pm. If I timed it right I’d get there just before that part started and I’d avoid having to mingle with people I didn’t know. I also didn’t know just how much time I’d be able to spend with Lynda since she was, technically, a part of the dealership and probably very involved.

There was no doubt it was a major step that Lynda’s father-in-law was taking by adding another brand of car. (Back in those days it wasn’t that common to find more than one brand of car being sold at a dealership.) There were just so many cars there when I arrived that I had to park on the side of the road about 1/4 mile away. When I got onto the car lot I didn’t have to go looking for Lynda. She, more or less, ‘attacked’ me when she walked up from behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw a very pretty woman with a huge smile on her face. She didn’t have to say “thank you” out loud to let me know she appreciated me showing up. As I’d anticipated, she had responsibilities and flitted off and I wondered if I’d catch up with her again.

To be continued…

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

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

Cliffy’s father was in the garage when I got there which made it easier for me. I’d felt he was the most resourceful and creative man I’d ever met. He always seemed to be able to come up with a solution for any problem with anything mechanical. He’d actually created some things that could’ve been patented. Some of his ideas were part of the race car and, to make polite conversation, asked where he’d come up with the idea for them. He was a very humble man and just sort of shrugged his shoulders. He was in the process of creating a platform to attach to the back of a common riding lawn mower. Back in the 60’s, they had no add-ons. The man had adapted a kiddy wagon to trail behind it but he could only go forward as it was impossible to back up with it attached. With a platform he realized there was no limitation. In any case, I got no answer to my question and he continued on with his project and I started mine.

I was almost finished and was tightening the bolts on the oil pan when he startled me by tapping one of my feet. I was on my back and on the creeper so just rolled out from under the car. He was squatting down and asked to see the bearings I’d just removed from the motor. I always laid them out, in order on a piece of cardboard. I slid it over to him and sat and watched as he carefully went over them. Still on his haunches when he finished up, he looked at me and made but one statement… “You’re wasting your money…”. I didn’t know what he meant and I had to ask. That was when he stood up… and I did too. He proceeded to show me that the bearings were showing barely any wear and where they did, it was only a small area. He told me they were good enough to run at least three, if not four, races. I found it interesting but not something I’d be able to suggest to Cliffy. That was when I asked if he’d speak to him. I didn’t get an answer right away and didn’t know where to go with it. I remember him putting the cardboard with the bearings on his workbench and saying “Good night”.

I didn’t have any notes on what the cost of the bearings were but I knew they were pretty expensive. They were among the items that Cliffy charged to the garage. He paid the bill off as his father pressured him so we never got to know what they cost. To me, any cost savings was good. So, I went back under the car to finish up and wondering if Cliffy’s father would pass his observation on.

It was on the trip home that I changed my focus from the race car to “Big B’s” boat that I now owned. If there was one thing that I would’ve liked was for it to have a trailer. “B” was a really good friend with Davy who owned the marina and he’d haul the boat and take it to “B’s” parents house for the Winter. I was wondering how much it would cost me to do the same thing at the end of the season. It didn’t really matter because I’d have to pay it anyway. The next thought was on just when I’d get to use it. I’d gone over my commitments with Elle trying to figure out how to squeeze in playing some tennis with her and I hadn’t come up with a lot of free time. By the time I got home I’d decided to take a sick day the first really nice day that I didn’t have some sort of meeting schedule. “B” had said he’d take care of getting it in the water for me so my new focus would be getting out in the boat.

The best part of Wednesday was in seeing “Gee’ “, the Trustee/attorney walking across the lobby and headed in my direction. He had the affidavit from the former Trustee about my grandmother’s maiden name being on the accounts for my brother and I. With that in hand I took it to Liz, the auditor, to have her free the accounts up. It was still before 3pm so bank was still open. I signed the necessary papers and had a check drawn to pay for the new stock I’d purchased. I called Lynda to tell her I’d be over before 5pm to deliver it. When I did she was more interested in knowing if I was going to take advantage of the open house invitation on Friday. The one thing I remember about her reference to it was in hearing the admonition “It’ll be worth your while…” again. I tried to ask what she meant by it but all I got was a wry smile.

I was curious about the sailboat so, on the way home, made a trip to the marina to see if it was in the water. It was so I stopped by the marina office to say hello to Davy. He wasn’t there but his wife was. Piled up in the corner were the bags of sails that went with the boat. Davy’s wife was far from pretty but she did have one thing going for her… she was a big fan of short shorts… very short shorts. This was the first time I’d been to the marina in almost a year and had pretty much forgotten about that. When she went to pick one of the bags up I got a what I called a ‘double peek’ where her panties stuck out from the leg openings and the waist band of her panties stuck out on top. Although I was only a matter of feet from where she was I couldn’t identify the maker of the panties from the waist elastic. But, as I walked out the door with the gear I knew I’d have more than few more opportunities coming up.(54)

I was late getting home because of stopping at the marina. For once, I didn’t have to take any grief from Elle once I told her what I’d been doing. I also told her about my plan to take a sick day to take the boat on it’s maiden voyage. I told her she’d have to help me out what with her schedule with the kids at the sailing club. It was obvious from her immediate response that she was excited about it and got the calendar off the bulletin board. I’ll admit I was disappointed that the earliest day she was free was the following Tuesday. Now I had to pray that it would be a nice day (nice meaning sunny with some wind). But… it would give me time to go over the boat to get it ‘seaworthy’ before we went out in it.

Before heading for the garage I managed to get most of the framing down for the floor in the shed portion of the garage. I was about to quit when I spied the small wooden file cabinet that I found to the landfill. I couldn’t remember ever having opened the drawer so went over to it an found it was either jammed or locked. I knew I had to get going but was now intrigued with what I’d find once I got the drawer open. It wasn’t locked but, with all the humidity we’d had with the truly hot weather, the drawer was swollen shut. I ended up drilling a hole in the back of it and then push a wooden dowel trough the hole. I took my hammer and gave it a good swing… and the drawer popped open. There was nothing in it but I immediately saw it was a perfect place for hiding more of my ’stash’. With that, I headed for the garage.

To be continued…

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

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

In past posts I’ve tried to describe the sailing club as being very informal… and it was. However, most of the “Summer people” were upper middle class or higher and were used to having things done for them such as having maids, nanny’s and with some even having cooks. To them, having to put time in as chaperones at the sailing club to watch over the kids in the program was almost beneath them. One of those mothers was married to a guy I’d competed against since I was a teen. I wouldn’t call us ‘buddies’ but we did get along well. His family was one of the “upper” class but he, himself, never acted that way. The girl he married was considered by his parents to be one step above “white trash”. The problem with her was, now married into a higher level of social strata, she carried herself as being superior to those around her especially at the sailing club. Elle’s run in with her had to do with her and some other mothers she’d convinced to not show up at the club putting a real burden on those mothers who did. I’d avoided her right from the time I first met her. Elle was looking for me to do something about the situation. It wasn’t the first time it had surfaced but it was the first time it had to do with someone I knew. I told her I’d look into it.

I’d ordered the pressure treated wood I needed for the frame for the shed floor and wanted to get that project finished. After eating I headed for the garage and shed. I’d calculated the dimensions I needed to cut and set out to get it done. I was just about finished when a strange car pulled up the driveway. It was my friend, “Big B”. He hadn’t been around for pst of the Summer which was really strange. He was close to his father and loved being out on the water in any kind of boat. The previous Summer his boss had tapped him to open a satellite office about 90 miles away. He’d been so successful with it that he was asked to do it again. “B” told me he really didn’t want to but the money was just too good to turn down. In the first year he’d been able to get home for a day every so often but this year was different. The new shop was open seven days a week and he’d had trouble getting knowledgeable people to work there. To start with the people had to know boating, inside and out. Then, they had to have a grasp of a myriad of boating supplies and their applications. “B” knew both so was saddled with the task of keeping up with the demand.

That was background… Now for why he was in my driveway… He’d met a woman who was local to the area where the office was located. If you go way back to when Elle and I’d bought our house we got involved with two different groups of people and I’d written about them. One was known as “The Group” made up of young marrieds, with kids, who were dissatisfied with the school and the way it was being run. The other was a group of guys who were known as the “unmarrieds”. To start with I knew most of the them and then, with my brother a part of it, I was a ’special’ member. Over time, one by one, they all ‘fell’ and got married… except “Big B”. And now he’d been ‘hooked’. The woman had a daughter from a previous marriage and had been living with her parents. “B” had only been renting a room thinking he’d be going back home.  He’d asked her to marry him and was in the process of collecting things for the apartment they’d be occupying. However, neither of them had any furniture at all and  she, basically, had no money so it was all on “B”. After the explanation he came right out and asked if I’d buy his Lighting class sailboat. He hadn’t even put it in the water this Summer. When out of the water he kept it at his parents house. His mother was mad because it was stored where she had a flower garden in the Spring and Summer. She told told him if he wasn’t going to use it… sell it… and now he was trying to.

The offer couldn’t have come at a worse time. Even though I was about to have access to ’found money (the trust account my grandmother had for me) I had many uses for it. The money for the stock I’d just purchased was already committed leaving about $1,200. I’d made the decision not to tell Elle about it wanting to have the freedom to put some of it into the race car. There was also our upcoming trip to Bermuda. Elle had no problem with using some of our savings for the air fare but there was still going to be money needed once we got there. And now… “B’s” boat was available. I’d made a casual comment to him the previous Summer that if he ever wanted to sell it I’d be interested. He was still in his car as we were talking to me when Elle walked up to find out who was in the car. Elle asked where he’d been all Summer so I had to listen to the whole scenario all over again. Then he told her he was selling his boat to me.

Elle loved it when he’d let us use it in the past. It was big enough that all five of us could fit comfortably and, her favorite part, it actually had seats. I’m not sure I’d ever mentioned the possibility of buying it from him to Elle but it was clear that she was all for it. As I said, my offer was a casual one with no mention of money. He’d put a lot of effort into refurbishing it so, with Elle standing there I asked how much he wanted for it. When he said $800 I couldn’t believe it. Even though the Lightning class sailboat was not that popular any more I knew a couple of them had sold the previous Summer for over $1,000. However, I tried hard not to show my surprise at what I perceived as a very good price and made a half hearted try at saying that we couldn’t afford it right at that time. That lasted  about as long as it took for Elle to say that she was sure we could find the money somewhere. What my stalling did was to have “B” say he’d throw in his docking slip at the local marina as he’d paid for it. We shook hands on it and he said he’d get the boat delivered to the marina and rigged before he headed back. Before he left I wrote him a check but told him not to cash it until the following week.

I’d decided that I’d do the replacing of the rod bearings on the race car motor that night as I preferred doing it without a lot of other activity going on around me. It was getting dark and I wanted to be back home before 11pm. I told “B” I was headed for the garage and it triggered him to ask how we’d been doing. I remember him shaking his head and telling me he missed going there and to the races. There were no race tracks anywhere near where he was living. We both left at that time. While driving to the shop I also remember shaking my head and saying to myself… “Why did I just do that?”

To be continued…

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

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

This was something I really wanted to hear about but knew better than to ‘jump’ on it. I figured that if I did Elle would get, or be, suspicious of my interest. I almost blew it when I volunteered that I was sure I had more of my old sailing friend, Willy’s ‘samples’. When Elle asked where I had them I had to fake it. I knew exactly where they were but I told her I’d search for them the next chance I had. When I told her that I had to hold my breath hoping she wouldn’t ask “Where?” I had two ’stashes’… new panties and purloined panties. They were in different areas of the attic with some that needed to be added, like the pair I’d picked up from the lawn next door, in a secret space in the cedar closet in Anne’s room. As in the past I knew I’d have to wait until Elle wasn’t around and, being Summer, that was going to be difficult. But, those thoughts went quickly through my mind. What I wanted to know was why so I asked.

Basically it was because she’d never seen any like them. I really didn’t know where to go from there so changed the subject. I’d been pleasantly surprised to see Elle wearing a tennis dress and asked if she was going to get back to playing again. In a way I should’ve known by asking that question it would lead her to ask if she did would I play as well. The primary reason for me playing tennis, or even liking it that much, was the chance to get some really up close and personal panty peeks. With so many things already on my ‘platter’ I didn’t know how I’d be able to do it… but, in a moment of weakness told her I’d make an effort.

Saturdays were out with chores around the house and church and then it was off to the races. Sunday was racing the sailboat (after church, of course). There was a possibility of playing some that evening so that was one possibility. Monday nights were for unloading the race car and starting preparation for the following race(s). Tuesday evening was another possibility, unless there was some preparation necessary for Wednesday meetings at the bank. Because of bank meetings I never knew when I’d get home on Wednesdays but, if there were no problems with the race car it was a possibility. Thursday might work but… I wasn’t ready to commit to it. So, the best I could do was to say I’d make a point of playing once a week. That seemed to satisfy her and all I could do was hope I’d be able to keep my promise, especially with the Bermuda trip on the horizon.

I had nothing special on my calendar at work so decided to make a surprise visit to the branch. Gerry, the manager, had not created much in the way of problems and with Mae and Betsy actually running the office I’d been comfortable without making many visits. Business was still painfully slow. There was some hope as a housing development had been submitted for zoning approval. It was located less than a mile away and when built out there would be over 100 houses. It doesn’t sound like a lot but, in 1969, a 100 house development was substantial, especially in that area. The population creep was slowly making its way East and the developer was well know for successful projects. Even with that knowledge, the branch wasn’t worth the effort but I was saddled with it.

Every time I saw Mae I was reminded that she was underutilized. I was thankful she was there because I knew she’d be able to handle just about any off the wall thing Gerry might do. Betsy was ’steady’ and reliable so, other than showing up to give them visible support there was no reason to stay. Gerry was non committal when he saw me walk through the front door but the two women were glad to see me. I hoped to get back to the main office by noon so as not to disrupt lunch breaks for Bret and Trish. I stayed for about an hour. On the way back my thoughts were on the next branch and decided to give Morris a call that afternoon. I hated to be a PITA (pain in the ass) for him but I hadn’t heard anything about the current status of it in quite a while. Even though I’d been added to the branch committee as an ex-officio member I knew there had been discussions by various members of the committee that weren’t official. So, that was my plan for the afternoon.

Joanie had left a message on my desk to for me call Lynda at the stock brokerage office. I couldn’t imagine why as I had until Thursday to pay for the stock I’d just bought. I’d talked with “Gee”, the Trustee/attorney about the letter I needed to get access to the money my grandmother had left in trust for me and he said he’d have it when he arrived for the mortgage committee meeting the next day. Once I had that I’d be able to pay for the stock. So, I was curious why she’d called. She answered the phone and recognized my voice immediately. Then she said but one word… “Well?” I had absolutely no idea what she was alluding to. Taking a wild guess I blurted out that I had until Thursday to pay for the stock. Her answer was a half laugh and half an admonition. I was ‘lost” as far as what she wanted to know. If I’d been busy I would’ve gotten mad. Lynda like to ’toy’ with me, in numerous ways.  Not to drag this out… In the papers she’d left at the back door she’d added an invitation to a special open house at her father-in-laws Chevrolet dealership. It was to announce they were adding an Oldsmobile dealership and she thought that since I was a ‘car guy’  that I’d like to meet some people who could potentially become customers. I didn’t know what to say. The dealerships were over 25 miles away from the bank and my initial reaction (kept to myself) was it was too far away. But I didn’t want to slough off Lynda’s attempt at trying to help me. I was trying to find the invite in my briefcase while talking with her and when I did I saw the date and time. It was coming up on Friday and was from 3pm to 8pm. Lynda was trying to persuade me as I was reading the material. When I focused on what she was saying I really picked up on one statement… “I think it would be worth your while…” and that was because of the way she said it. Like I’ve said in the past about Lynda, she liked to tease me… in various ways. By the time I hung up I’d made a tentative commitment to go.

Elle was fairly used to me having to attend various affairs and events as a representative of the bank. But, they were almost always held in the town where the bank was located or very nearby (ie: the Chamber of Commerce/Rotary Club picnic). By the time I got home I decided to just say I was attending a Grand Opening affair and try to let it go at that. When I told her, I got lucky. She was preoccupied with a problem with some of the other mothers that had kids in the sailing program. Now it was my turn to be preoccupied…

To be continued…

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

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

I really wasn’t looking forward to going to unload the race car after supper. We’d not had any damage and it was a perfect night as far as temperature goes to have fun in the yard with Elle the kids. I was actually thinking of calling Cliffy and begging off for the night. There was nothing pressing to be done other than me spinning out the rod bearings and replacing them. I’d gotten the process down to about two hours so there was plenty of time to get that done before the next race. But, as we finished up eating the phone rang. It was Beth, Cliffy’s wife, saying that he’d been held up at the airport on one of his delivery/pick-up runs and that Dick wouldn’t be there as he had a tractor break down out in the field so it would be Wednesday night. It was perfect. When I told Elle she was so happy she even offered to bake brownies for all of us later on before the girls went to bed.

I did have to plead with Elle not to change out of her tennis dress when we went outside. The only ‘give-up’ I had to make was that there would be no pictures. As usual, we congregated in the front yard and set up some of our yard games. We had no trees there to create interference and we also had the unobstructed view of the sun setting. We played a couple of games before the neighbors, Mattie and Martha, showed up with their kids. That caught Elle by surprise and she was embarrassed to be caught with her panties in clear view. She was bending over picking up some of the game pieces and had been, purposely, giving me an extended view. Our kids were used to seeing Elle’s panties and paid no attention to it. She’d bend over at the waist to pick up the game pieces giving me a very nice view. When she saw the two women she made a dash for the front door leaving me kind of embarrassed for her. When she returned she was wearing shorts so any more peeks from Elle were finished. However, I still enjoyed the time I’d had  before she changed. 

Earlier, I’d been hoping that the women would come over but didn’t want to suggest it. With everything I had going I didn’t get to see them all that much. With six kids, we adults decided to let them play the games with us as spectators. The only trouble with that was someone had to be the referee. I tried to get out of it but was outvoted three to one. As the women talked Elle mentioned making brownies and Martha volunteered to make a batch as well. That left me with the kids and Mattie. She was, as usual, in a short hemmed dress and had taken a seat on the  middle step of the front stoop. At first she had her feet on the ground which pretty much precluded any chance of getting any peeks. Even with that I made sure my gaze swept by her quite often. Patience is a virtue and it came into play after a short while. When Elle came to the front screen door to speak to Mattie she turned to look over her shoulder at Elle I was looking too. Other than the fact that Mattie couldn’t hold a candle to Lynda as far as looks were concerned, she wasn’t unattractive and, panties are panties. I had my second clear crotch peek for the day.

Brownies and milk, even in July, were a welcome treat. When they were all devoured the kids wanted to go out in the backyard where the playhouse was located. That pretty much left me out as I surely didn’t want to listen in as three women talked about their kids. Since we were now out in the back part of the property I saw the garage/shed just waiting for me. Getting the stuff out of the shed portion left me no excuse but to start in on replacing the floor. The hardest part is getting started. When Jay and I’d built the shed we cut some corners when it came to the floor. I grabbed a pry bar and started in. I truly was expecting some resistance but found almost none. The reason was that the 2x4 framing we’d used for the door had pretty much rotted away. To save time we’d just lay them on the lawn that the shed part was built over. The property had a slight grade from the very back of the property towards the road. That meant whenever we had a downpour the rain run-off from the farm just ran across the lawn towards the garage… soaked into the ground and pretty much kept those 2x4’s wet all the time. So, when I went to pry one of the 4’ by 8’ sheets of plywood up there was little resistance. Surprised, I managed to get all the flooring out in short order. As I finished up I noticed Martha over by the clothes line. Elle had some of her clothes hanging there including a couple of panties. I saw her touching them and wondered what she was doing. Elle and Mattie were putting the toys back inside the playhouse so Elle was unaware of what she was doing. I could see the panties were the Sans Soucie ones. It only took a few seconds to realize that she had seen the unique style of the panties. The crotch didn’t have the usual ‘half moon’ crotch. It was more of a diamond shape with a different treatment around the leg openings. I stood just inside the garage observing her. I thought it was funny. I had a brief thought about popping out and surprising her but reason won out and I didn’t.

I waited until Elle and Mattie had finished up with the playhouse before rejoining them. By then the sun was down and it was starting to get dark. As the two women gathered their kids and started for the opening in the hedge I saw Martha take Elle aside. By then I’d stacked all the salvageable wood from the floor against the shed. I’d had enough ‘hard labor’ and was ready for some down time in my recliner. I walked past the two of them and watched as they both stopped talking. I wondered what that was all about as I went inside and washed up. I could see them still talking through the open bathroom window. I couldn’t wait to hear what their conversation was about.

I knew it would be like pulling teeth to get Elle to tell me. It took a reminder of our upcoming Bermuda trip to get her started. She finally gave in and said Martha had asked her about her incontinence. After Martha’s drunken ‘accident’ the previous weekend Martha had been so embarrassed she went back to the city rather than face Elle and I. When she returned and was apologizing to Elle, Elle felt that it would be appropriate to tell her about it. Elle was very reticent about telling me just what she had told her but I’d gathered it hadn’t been too much. Elle said Martha asked her a few questions but she needed some time to fully answer. I wasn’t getting anywhere with this conversation so changed the subject by telling her that I’d seen her ‘inspecting’ her panties. I expected to get some sort of reaction from her but didn’t. What it did was to have Elle ask me if we had any more of the same kind. I can say that hearing that almost took my breath away.

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

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

The next morning, as I headed towards the garage, I won’t say I forgot that Junior and I’d moved all the stuff from the shed into the garage and that was why the station wagon was outside. I lifted the door and surveyed the mess, wondering how I’d gotten so much junk into such a small space. Then I looked down the length of the shed and saw how uneven the floor had become… and dreaded having to pull it all up and do it properly this time. I thought about how I wanted to do it while driving in to work. I’d just made the turn off the state road onto Main Street when I saw a panel truck with the name of Lynda’s father-in law’s Chevy dealership off the side of the road. The right front of the truck was noticeably down way more than for a flat tire. I pulled over and looked back to see if the driver was with or near the truck. I debated with myself as to getting out to have a look around and decided to do it figuring if there was no one around I’d call Lynda when I got to work to let her know. At the truck I could see the right front wheel had broken away from the rest of the suspension and was folder under it. The truck would definitely have to be towed. I checked inside the truck but there was no one around. So, it was off to work and a call to Lynda.

At work it was no surprise that the topic of conversation was the moon landing. As I walked across the lobby I could see little groups of employees chatting about it. I remember Bret, Trish and Joanie talking about how much of it they had watched. Initially, I was tempted to join them and probably would’ve if I didn’t want to let Lynda know about her father-in-law’s service truck being broken down. I could tell she was surprised to hear from me and was actually laughing. Her response was to say something about ESP and that she was going to call me. She proceeded to tell me that the IPO stock I’d agreed to buy when it was issued finally came to market at a price of 12 3/8. For a few seconds I forgot about my reason for calling her as I did the math and realized after paying for it I’d still have a little over $1,000 to do whatever I wanted. It also reminded me to contact “Gee” about the letter he promised to get for me from the retired Trustee confirming the fact that the name on the abandoned accounts was indeed my grandmother. After a brief acknowledgement concerning the moon landing I was able to tell her about my observation on the truck. She thanked me and then said she had some incoming calls to handle but suggested I stop over at the office during my lunch hour. I didn’t have anything scheduled so said I’d see her around noon time.

When I walked into Lynda’s office she was waiting for me. She was standing behind her desk so there was no chance for a 'peek'. I was disappointed but it didn’t last for long because she told me the stock was already up over a point. That was a nice return for a stock I hadn’t yet paid for. For lunch she suggested going to her old stand-by, Michael's, right across the street. She told me the breakdown of the truck had already been called in but it was appreciated that I’d stopped. She added that the driver was also the driver of Neil’s race car. which I thought was interesting. She wanted to know how the racing was going. I knew she had little interest in racing so didn’t dwell on it and changed the subject asking what she’d been doing for the Summer. Now this part I remember without notes! We’d ended up at a table just inside the restaurant part of the place (bar and booths out front). The restaurant area was mostly dark but our location had a fair amount of light from the bar and booth area. She pushed back from the table and proceeded to pull up the hem of her skirt to expose the top of her thighs. She pointed to them and said something like “You tell me…” with one of her big, teasing smiles filling her face. “The beach, of course!” I wasn’t really looking at the tan she was alluding to but was concentrating on the tiny white spot right in the middle of the mass of skin. She didn’t miss it and the next thing I saw was a slow motion expose of her crotch. It only lasted for a few seconds but it was ’stirring’, for sure. She pulled her skirt back down but the sly grin on her face never changed. Then we ate and returned to our respective jobs with me definitely in a good mood. I hadn't been at my desk but for a few minutes when I got a call from her telling me that she'd forgotten to give me the paperwork on the transaction. She said she was leaving early that day and would try to drop it off on her way home. When she did she slid it between the vestibule doors and when Mike was letting the employees out at 5pm he found it and gave it to me when I left. I just put it in my briefcase and headed for my car.

With the temperature returning to somewhat normal I found when I got home that Elle’s schedule had also returned to normal. Sailing lessons for the older girls in the morning and an afternoon hitting some tennis balls with Aurelia. Martha had wanted to do it with Elle but she’d broken her glasses and didn’t feel comfortable without them. Auriela was part of the “group” that we'd been involved in after buying the house but there hadn’t been much activity with them in quite a while. Both Jean and Anne, our two oldest, were friends with Aurelia’s two oldest so it was a chance to get caught up. Elle hadn’t done anything with tennis the whole Spring and Summer so wanted to just hit and not play. Aurelia’s husband, Mark, was an orthopedic surgeon and the first one for the area. It was a blessing because anyone needing that type surgery had to travel over 50 miles. He ended up being far busier than expected and Aurelia was looking for things to keep her busy. She’d tried to get a group of women to play serious tennis but there was always something that managed to get in the way. So, with the two of them getting together again, and Martha waiting ‘in the wings’, there was a chance they’d be able to get back to it again. I asked if she’d talked with Coach Bob about swimming lessons for Mattie and the kids and she told me he was supposed to contact her. I remember hoping that something could be worked out. It just seemed a shame that the kids were being denied what should’ve been a great Summer if they’d been allowed access to the beach and swimming.

One thing I’d missed with Elle not playing tennis was seeing her wearing a tennis dress or skirt. It was refreshing to see her in one when I walked into the kitchen. It was always easier to ‘get a feel’ without having to fight my way up the leg openings of her shorts or down from the waist band. I knew I was treading on a sensitive subject when I asked how it had gone… and it wasn’t about the quality of her tennis. I was basically asking, without coming right out about it, what did she wear for panties and if she’d had any ‘problems’. I got a ‘face’ in return as for an answer. She did tell me I should thank her for leaving the dress on… and she was right.

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

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

If it had been just Junior who was there I would’ve been happy… happy in that he could give me a hand in moving the stuff from the shed into the garage especially a couple of large pieces. But, with the two of them there I knew they must be looking for something from me. It turned out that Junior, after I suggested getting swimming lessons, spoke to his sister and they decided to follow up on it. The only person I knew who was a certified swimming instructor had been the boys athletic director and coach of the three competitive sports offered at the high school. I used the past tense because, if you’ve been reading this for a LONG time you might remember that after Elle and I’d moved to our house we’d gotten involved with the movement started by Pat (the PTA lady) to get younger people on the school board who would take some progressive action on the curriculum. After a couple of years the movement was successful and a new Principal had been brought in. (He and his family had rented the house that Junior’s father had bought until their new home was completed.) One of the first things that happened under the new regime was to make changes in the athletic department. The old athletic director was allowed to stay on as the soccer coach and physical fitness instructor. The loss of income from coaching both basketball and baseball had caused him to look for additional income from another source and that source was swimming. Elle, having attended the school from kindergarten to graduation knew Coach Bob fairly well so I took both Mattie and Junior to speak to Elle. The result was Elle was to arrange a meeting with the man the next day, if possible.

Mattie stayed in the house with Elle while Junior and I went back outside. I took advantage of the opportunity to ask if he could give me a hand moving some of the large, bulky things stored in the shed attached to my garage. I knew I put him on the spot and would’ve understood if he said “No”. He stuck his head in and took a look at what I was talking about, shrugged his shoulders and told me “Let’s get to work”. I’ve written about how on my landfill visits I would scrounge around and would sometimes come up with a useful item or two. One of them was an old enamel coated metal kitchen table. I wanted it because the garage itself didn’t have enough room for a workbench and I thought I could use the table. The problem was it was a tight fit in the place I wanted to put it. When trying to fit it in place I found the only way I could get it where I wanted it was to cut the legs off one end (It’s too hard to explain!) and use bricks to replace the legs. Now, to get it back out definitely called for two people and even with that, it still wasn’t easy. The temperature had fallen to the low 80’s and even at that the two of us worked up a sweat. Removing the table exposed another ‘treasure’ that I’d scarfed up from the landfill… an old wooden file cabinet that I’d forgotten about (out of sight… out of mind). I was certainly glad to have Junior’s help in moving it out as they used real, solid wood when it was built and was very heavy. With his help it took less than a half hour to completely empty the shed space. Junior then suggested it was time go check on the progress of the astronauts.

The next part of the project would be to remove the wood that had rotted that I’d laid down as stringers to hold up the floor. There was no way I was going to start that at that time. Pressure treated wood wasn’t readily available in those days and I’d used regular 2x4’s, laying them right on the ground… and some had rotted. To be truthful, I wasn’t looking forward to tackling it… at all.

Returning to the den where Elle and Mattie were watching the TV I heard the TV commentator projecting a possible moon walk for around 9pm. Mattie was sitting on a little low footstool and, as had become her custom, was wearing a short dress. When we walked in she had been facing the TV and, hearing our voices, spun around to face us. It was sort of reminiscent of what Linda would do on her secretarial chair as she propelled herself from place to place spreading her knees. The difference being that I was almost positive that Linda was doing it on purpose and for my benefit. With Junior standing beside me I took it as an unthinking action… but took advantage of it. It was only for a very few seconds and, because it was turning to dusk outside, the shadows of her thighs made it impossible to know the color of her panties. Once she was fully facing us she closed her knees back up and the ‘peek’ disappeared. We chatted but for a minute or so and after Elle confirmed that she’d contact Coach Bob and let Mattie know about the possibility of swimming lessons Junior turned to leave. Mattie made an attempt to get up but the footstool was only six or seven inches above the floor and she struggled to make it to a standing position. Seeing her struggle I reached a hand down to her to pull her up. I know I had her hand when she started to rise but the next thing I knew she was seated on the floor with both knees wide apart. This time I was able to confirm she was wearing a pair of pale pink panties. However, she immediately rolled onto her side and as she did the hem of her dress conveniently blocked my view. She went to her hands and knees and proceeded to stand without help. I’m not sure who was more embarrassed. At the door Junior said he’d be returning to the city first thing in the morning and told me he’d be taking his vacation the first week in August. As he stepped off the stoop he said he really wanted to take me up on the offer to take he and his son to the races. I’d forgotten completely about it and immediately made a note to attach to our calendar. As I did I tried to figure out how I was going to do it.

I rounded up the kids and joined Elle in front of the TV to await the moon walk. None o'clock came and went and then it became ten. The kids had fallen asleep and I was all for getting them upstairs to bed but Elle wouldn't have it saying this was a once in a lifetime happening and wanted them to see it I argued that they could see replays the next day but Elle held fast. I have in my notes that it was almost 11pm when the astronauts actually descended and touched the moon surface. We'd woken the kids up a little before hand but, to this day, I'm sure they were more asleep than awake when it happened. It was approaching midnight when we turned the TV off and I carried Kaye up the stairs. Elle was still excited, way more than me, as I turned out the light by the bed.  Even though I'd just witnessed history I couldn't get that excited about it.

NOTE: The period of time I've been writing about for the past ten days or so was exactly fifty years ago. It doesn't seem possible!

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