AND THE HEAT GOES ON… & on (Part 175l)
The first step was to
remove the access panel. It was located behind a small night stand and
after moving it I could readily see that it been removed and replaced
any number of times based on the condition of it. I popped it off and
saw what I needed… the shut offs for both the hot and cold water right
there in front of me. But I also saw something I didn’t expect to see
and that was water dripping from around the packing nuts of both of
them. I was concerned where the water was going so felt down the wall to
what was actually the floor that the wall had been built on. There I
felt some damp cloth and pulled it out and when I did I was shocked.
There were two balled up cotton panties. I checked over my shoulder to
make sure neither of the women had come back upstairs to check on my
progress before opening them up. It was, more or less, a familiar sight
in that they were Lollipop band leg panties like the ones Barbara, one
of the girls that had lived there for the year before the present owners
purchased it. They were completely stained from having been wet and
lying on the unpainted wood for quite a while. I was able to read the
labels and confirmed they were the same size as Barbara wore. That
discovery had me wondering just why they were where they were… but not
for long. I remembered that I’d become convinced that Barbara didn’t
really have a bedwetting problem but was wetting herself on purpose.
While at our house she was free to do it and then to fall back on
bedwetting as an excuse. But, living at home with brothers and sisters
it wouldn’t have been as easy. Of course there was no way to prove my
theory but it was certainly a possibility. By then it was starting to
get dark as the sun that had been streaming through the windows was
disappearing so I went back to focusing on the plumbing problems.
I
realized I should’ve been better prepared after taking the core of the
faucet handles out. The rubber washer at the bottom of the stems had no
‘life’ to them just as I expected. But, when I went to take out the
screws that held them in place the heads disintegrated as soon as my
screwdriver touched them. Luckily, the kit I’d bought to change my own
had spare screws. What should’ve taken a short period of time was
becoming a real chore. And, because of that Mattie had come to check on
my progress. As I’ve previously described Mattie, she preferred to wear
skirts (short) as opposed to shorts because she was a bit plump. I was
on my knees and working through the hole in the wall when she walked up
behind me and squatted down to see what I was doing. I turned around to
see what would’ve been an absolute fantastic upskirt view of her crotch
except for the fact that the light was getting dim. There wasn’t enough
light to tell the color of them but it was still a nice sight.
I
want to make one thing clear at this point… Mattie was nothing like
Lynda in her actions. In Lynda’s case it was deliberate when she gave me
a panty peek. Mattie was, for lack of another word, careless. After I’d
inspected the panties I had just laid them over the handle of my tool
tray. As Mattie stood up she pointed to my tray and asked what was on
it. Talk about embarrassment!. I didn’t know exactly what to say other
than I’d found them in the opening. She had a funny look on her face but
didn’t stay long and I finished up a short time later. When picking up I
balled the panties back up and tried to hide them on the tray hoping
that Mattie wouldn’t see them when I was leaving. But that was too much
to hope for. I made it to the screen door but Mattie followed me out
onto the small porch. She started by thanking me and followed it by
asking what she owed me. I wasn’t planning on getting paid so just
shrugged my shoulders and told her I wouldn’t think of being paid. I
don’t remember what else she said until she pointed to the tray and the
two balls of cloth. She, hesitatingly, asked if I had any idea why the
panties were there. Again, all I did was to shrug my shoulders.
Back
in my garage I decided there was no point in keeping them. However, it
got me to thinking of why and how they’d ended up where they did. I
wasn’t sure which room Barbara had shared with her older sister but if
it had been that one and she discovered how easy it was to remove the
panel… it made sense. Possibly she’d forgotten about them or they’d
fallen, gotten wet from the leak, and decided to just leave them. With
this thought process going through my mind it got me to thinking about
the fact that the room she’d slept in when living with us was also the
room that had the access panel for the tub plumbing. Walking into the
house I wanted to go upstairs to check to see if by some chance she’d
done the same thing with some of her wet panties when living with us. I
was headed upstairs when Elle called to me telling me she was sorry
she’d gotten upset with me earlier. I knew I better accept the apology
when offered so stopped and headed for the den. It wasn’t long before
the kids were headed for bed and that killed any chance of following up
on my idea of checking the panel in Anne’s room. It would have to wait
for another time.
I’ve mentioned that August was the slowest
month for lobby traffic at the bank. I was ready for it knowing that
there would probably any number of late nights coming up as we went to
work on the race car. In reading my notes in my DayTimer preparing to
write this I had to shake my head remembering the situation. I’ve
written about the bank having to go through three separate financial
audits per year and my frustrations dealing with them. I could tolerate
the Federal and State ones but the one where we were required to have an
outside accounting firm come in was a total waste of time (and money).
The Feds and State, recognizing that the Summer months were when most
employees were on vacation, didn’t do their audits in July and August.
However, the accounting firm the bank hired had deemed it best to come
during August this year. That wasn’t the worst part. The people they
sent to do the audit were mostly recent college graduates with little to
no experience. They arrived just before 9am and I soon went ballistic.
The first thing any of them do is to count all the cash. That means the
tellers can’t wait on customers until they’ve finished. While I stood
there watching, fuming, they took their own sweet time. It was twenty
minutes before they were through with the cash drawers with the vault
still to go. By then I’d had it and told the tellers to start waiting on
the customers. The head examiner screamed at me not to do it but I
ignored him. I then spoke to each and every one of the customers waiting
in lines apologizing for the wait. There were a few who were really
upset but, thankfully, no one closed their account. When I finished with
that and was headed for my desk I saw Bert, the president, and the man
in charge of the audit waiting for me. I knew it wouldn’t be good.
To be continued…
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