A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68j)
Elle had watched TV that afternoon to try and get an idea of how bad the storm was. She told me that there was considerable coastal erosion and a lot of homes had been destroyed from Delaware all the way to Cape Cod. Since the only two channels we got clearly were from another state she didn’t have any news as to how bad our local area got hit. Without electricity we’d not had hot water so I hadn’t taken a shower for two days. I decided I would after supper, hoping that Jo’s clothes might still be hanging in the tub. They were and, other than her wool coat, were dry. I made sure Elle was occupied with the kids when I shut the door. As I pulled back the shower curtain I could feel the start of a bulge. I quickly found what I was looking for but was somewhat disappointed. Her panties were plain nylon with no embellishments or label. They did have a nice satiny feel, much like the Plymouth panties I'd bought for Elle. I rationalized to myself that not everybody wore fancy panties. As I took my shower I started wondering again just what panties Elle had given her to wear. I had to wait until Monday to find out.
The weather was much better as we got up on Friday. Anxious to find out how much damage had occurred in our area I stopped to buy a newspaper on my way to work. The picture right on the front showed where the ocean had broken through the dunes to create a new inlet. I read the caption and was in total shock after I did. It said that the opening was right where Dave Garroway’s house had been. That was where Jay and I had been working only a few weeks earlier. The caption went on to say that five houses had been washed away in that spot alone meaning that the house where Jay and I were to replace the stairs was gone as well. I remember standing there just staring at the picture.
When Jay arrived at work I showed him the picture and the caption. He was as shocked as I was. He went on and looked at more of the pictures and read the stories. When he was finished I could see a look of disappointment on his face. But, as I’d learned earlier, when Jay got this way it was best to wait for him to speak. I delivered the checks to the Treasurer’s office and went about doing my follow up reports without hearing a word from Jay. It was early afternoon before he came up to me and said something along the lines of “I guess we’re only in the playhouse business now.” I didn’t understand especially since we’d just agreed to split time between doing the carpentry work on the barrier island and building playhouses. With a look of disgust on his face he picked up the newspaper and pointed to the picture, shaking his head. He explained that, basically, all his work out there was made up of little “nuisance” jobs that most builders wanted no part of. He'd gotten the jobs by word of mouth from people with whom he’d previously done work for. Now, the damage was so great that he knew he couldn’t handle it and the homeowners would be using large contractors. He was really down when we left that night.
My plan for the weekend was to clean up the debris caused by the storm. Rex, my sailing club friend who also lived locally during the Winter, had called to tell me that the sailing club had survived but had a lot of damage. All three stairways to the porch had been washed away. I wanted to go see it but I spent most of Saturday at my grandfather’s house. On Sunday we went to our parent’s houses and helped clean up there as well. On the way home we stopped to take a look at the sailing club. I wished that I hadn't. It was going to take a lot of volunteer work to get it ready for the upcoming season.
The Saturday and Sunday newspapers had many more pictures of the coastal damage. The barrier island was closed to the public including people who owned the damaged or destroyed houses and was being patrolled by the National Guard. President Kennedy had declared all the coastal areas from Maryland through Massachusetts a disaster area. The enormity of the storm was finally taking hold. Elle and I were lucky as there was no damage to our trailer or property at all. For the residents of the trailer park the damage was mostly to TV antennas. The tree that had fallen on the display trailer was the only real damage and totaled it. All in all we were pretty lucky.
Thankfully, work went fairly smoothly the following week. Jo returned Elle’s clothes, all washed and folded, on Monday. I chose to go home for lunch just so I could peek in the bag to see which panties Elle had loaned her. I was a bit shocked in that they were a pair of the fancy panties that I’d bought Elle quite a while back. I wondered why but thought better about asking her. It was interesting though.
The local shorefront damage continued to hold everyone’s interest. Jay, with his four wheel drive truck, was frustrated that he couldn’t get access to the beaches because they had been declared a disaster area. Andy, my friend from the trailer park, had been working as a heavy equipment operator for the local township and since the end of the storm he’d been assigned to working 12 hour days pushing sand up against the eroded dunes to, hopefully, protect them from further damage. After listening to him describe some of the damage to a few of the mansions East of us I asked him if there was any way I could get to see them. I’d told him about Jay and his truck and he told me that he had an idea that might work to get us access.
To be continued...
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68i)
They were gone for almost an hour. Five Corners traffic circle was now closed because of the flooding. The police created a detour but it could only handle one way traffic which added to the delay. I recognized the plaid blouse that Jo had on. I was a bit puzzled about the origin of the pants but liked the way they fit... tight across the rear. Jo, being at least 2 if not 3 inches shorter than Elle, had the cuffs rolled up. She had the look of a stereotypical farm girl. But what I really wanted to know was which of Elle’s panties she was wearing.
Other than for my payroll work not much had been accomplished. It was decided that we could all use a cup of coffee about then. We were halfway down the hall when the lights went out. It wasn’t pitch black but it was still pretty dark. There was enough light from the windows at the end of the hall so we continued on. As we walked on we saw heads popping out from all the doors wondering what had happened. We got our coffee and headed back. The only windows in the whole Audit and Control department were to the right in the Data Processing room and to the left in the office where the Auditors desks were located. When we walked in, the general work area was dark and empty. As we walked into the DP area we could see people standing by the windows. Without electricity there was nothing anyone could do so watching the rain was better than sitting in the dark. I recognized two of them with one being Leo’s (the Deputy Controller) secretary, Gina.
After a little “small talk” I discovered that she was a distant relative. Since moving back to the area I was learning that this was a fairly common occurrence. The other girl, GT, was the cute little blond that I’d noticed on my first days in the office. I’d never had an opportunity to talk with her as her duties had nothing to do with data processing. However, on this day she was in my area and I took the opportunity to chat with her. Shy, for sure, it was like pulling teeth to get anything from her. She’d graduated from high school in June and, having worked as an intern the previous Summer, was put on a “preferred” list after passing the clerk typist exam and hired right after graduation. She admitted that she was bored with her duties but wasn’t looking for a change. She was engaged to be married in a year and then would be moving anyway. Somehow we got to talking about family and couldn’t believe it when she told me that her grandfather was my grandfather’s best friend. Her grandfather was the one who had interviewed me for a job at the bank at the end of the Summer. For some reason she thought that was really important. I just smiled.
At about 2pm Leo arrived and told us we could go home. The County had been in touch with the electric utility and had been told that the earliest that power would return would be the next morning. I was concerned about the payroll. With no problems I had at least eight hours more to go but there was no point in staying. It took about 30 minutes to get home what with the detours because of the flooding. As I turned into the trailer park I saw this big tree lying on one of the trailers that were in the display area. I still had no real clue as to how bad the weather really was.
I walked in to find that there was no electricity there either. Elle said that my father had called earlier and told her that this was one of the worst Nor’Easter’s on record. In our geographic area strong coastal storms from mid August through November were traditionally called hurricanes. From December through March they were called Nor’Easters. The name came from the fact that preceding and during the storm the winds would come from the East. On hearing that from Elle I immediately called my father. He told me that there were reports that a whole bunch of homes on the barrier island had been washed into the ocean. He said that the dunes had been washed away in one place to make a new inlet from the ocean to the bay behind it. That news was shocking especially since Jay and I had been out there working only a few weeks earlier.
The family home was located right on the water and having lived through three hurricanes I knew that conditions were probably bad there as well. He told me that the tides were way high, covering the dock and were about to come over the bulkhead. He told me that their power was also out but they were using the generator that had been installed after the second hurricane back in 1954. Hearing that we had no power he wanted us to come and to bring the kids. I told him about the road across the river being closed and about the massive flooding along the roads and told him that we’d stay put.
We did but it did get cold in the trailer that night. The kids slept in their snowsuits and we slept in our clothes with coats piled on the bed over us. I think the temperature was around 50 degrees when we got up. Elle was making breakfast when it dawned on me that we could’ve gotten some heat from the oven. She didn’t want me to go to work but I knew the payroll had to be addressed in one way or another. Power was still off when I arrived but by mid morning our wing had lights. Jay and Jo made it in. Linda had run into a puddle on the way home the day before and her car wouldn’t run. Jay made the decision to concentrate on getting the payroll done and to get it delivered to the Treasurer’s office as soon as possible. We just about killed ourselves finishing it up. It was around 7pm. As we left the building Jo told me she’d have Elle’s clothes back on Monday after she washed them. With all the things going on I’d already forgotten that she had worn Elle’s clothes. As I drove home it came to me that Jo’s clothes must still be there. I could only think of one thing the rest of the way home... to see her panties.
To be continued...
They were gone for almost an hour. Five Corners traffic circle was now closed because of the flooding. The police created a detour but it could only handle one way traffic which added to the delay. I recognized the plaid blouse that Jo had on. I was a bit puzzled about the origin of the pants but liked the way they fit... tight across the rear. Jo, being at least 2 if not 3 inches shorter than Elle, had the cuffs rolled up. She had the look of a stereotypical farm girl. But what I really wanted to know was which of Elle’s panties she was wearing.
Other than for my payroll work not much had been accomplished. It was decided that we could all use a cup of coffee about then. We were halfway down the hall when the lights went out. It wasn’t pitch black but it was still pretty dark. There was enough light from the windows at the end of the hall so we continued on. As we walked on we saw heads popping out from all the doors wondering what had happened. We got our coffee and headed back. The only windows in the whole Audit and Control department were to the right in the Data Processing room and to the left in the office where the Auditors desks were located. When we walked in, the general work area was dark and empty. As we walked into the DP area we could see people standing by the windows. Without electricity there was nothing anyone could do so watching the rain was better than sitting in the dark. I recognized two of them with one being Leo’s (the Deputy Controller) secretary, Gina.
After a little “small talk” I discovered that she was a distant relative. Since moving back to the area I was learning that this was a fairly common occurrence. The other girl, GT, was the cute little blond that I’d noticed on my first days in the office. I’d never had an opportunity to talk with her as her duties had nothing to do with data processing. However, on this day she was in my area and I took the opportunity to chat with her. Shy, for sure, it was like pulling teeth to get anything from her. She’d graduated from high school in June and, having worked as an intern the previous Summer, was put on a “preferred” list after passing the clerk typist exam and hired right after graduation. She admitted that she was bored with her duties but wasn’t looking for a change. She was engaged to be married in a year and then would be moving anyway. Somehow we got to talking about family and couldn’t believe it when she told me that her grandfather was my grandfather’s best friend. Her grandfather was the one who had interviewed me for a job at the bank at the end of the Summer. For some reason she thought that was really important. I just smiled.
At about 2pm Leo arrived and told us we could go home. The County had been in touch with the electric utility and had been told that the earliest that power would return would be the next morning. I was concerned about the payroll. With no problems I had at least eight hours more to go but there was no point in staying. It took about 30 minutes to get home what with the detours because of the flooding. As I turned into the trailer park I saw this big tree lying on one of the trailers that were in the display area. I still had no real clue as to how bad the weather really was.
I walked in to find that there was no electricity there either. Elle said that my father had called earlier and told her that this was one of the worst Nor’Easter’s on record. In our geographic area strong coastal storms from mid August through November were traditionally called hurricanes. From December through March they were called Nor’Easters. The name came from the fact that preceding and during the storm the winds would come from the East. On hearing that from Elle I immediately called my father. He told me that there were reports that a whole bunch of homes on the barrier island had been washed into the ocean. He said that the dunes had been washed away in one place to make a new inlet from the ocean to the bay behind it. That news was shocking especially since Jay and I had been out there working only a few weeks earlier.
The family home was located right on the water and having lived through three hurricanes I knew that conditions were probably bad there as well. He told me that the tides were way high, covering the dock and were about to come over the bulkhead. He told me that their power was also out but they were using the generator that had been installed after the second hurricane back in 1954. Hearing that we had no power he wanted us to come and to bring the kids. I told him about the road across the river being closed and about the massive flooding along the roads and told him that we’d stay put.
We did but it did get cold in the trailer that night. The kids slept in their snowsuits and we slept in our clothes with coats piled on the bed over us. I think the temperature was around 50 degrees when we got up. Elle was making breakfast when it dawned on me that we could’ve gotten some heat from the oven. She didn’t want me to go to work but I knew the payroll had to be addressed in one way or another. Power was still off when I arrived but by mid morning our wing had lights. Jay and Jo made it in. Linda had run into a puddle on the way home the day before and her car wouldn’t run. Jay made the decision to concentrate on getting the payroll done and to get it delivered to the Treasurer’s office as soon as possible. We just about killed ourselves finishing it up. It was around 7pm. As we left the building Jo told me she’d have Elle’s clothes back on Monday after she washed them. With all the things going on I’d already forgotten that she had worn Elle’s clothes. As I drove home it came to me that Jo’s clothes must still be there. I could only think of one thing the rest of the way home... to see her panties.
To be continued...
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68h)
Jay and I managed to get into a pretty good routine at work. By multitasking and with occasional help from Jo my “compensatory time” had been substantially reduced, much to Elle’s liking. By the end of the first weekend in March Jay and I had built four playhouses. With my share of the money and the proceeds from Elle's paycheck for teaching two straight weeks we had our first checking account and I was feeling "flush". Even though Jay had gotten into the process willingly he let me know that he could make more money doing the carpentry work out on the barrier island. I offered a compromise in that possibly we could build playhouses one weekend and work on his stuff the other. He still had that job to do that we’d abandoned so I said I help him the following weekend. It never happened.
It was only a drizzle as I left the trailer on my way to work on Tuesday. By lunch time it was raining much harder and was pelting against the windows. It was a full County payroll that week and I was a little ahead of my self imposed schedule so left for home at 5pm. I knew Elle would be pleased because it meant I could occupy the kids while she fixed supper. As I went inside I noted that the yard had the look of a wading pool. We’d had a spate of below freezing temperatures and not enough warmer weather to thaw the ground. Since it couldn’t absorb the water it was now sitting on top of it and created large puddles.
Neither of us had the time to read a newspaper so we didn’t have that as a source of information. Elle had never been a big fan of daytime TV so the only time it was on was after the kids went to bed. It was rare for me to watch the late news and, as usual, we didn’t on that night. When I climbed into bed and waited for Elle to join me I was shocked to feel the trailer moving under me. I got up and went up to the kitchen (which was in the front) and looked out the window. As I did I saw what looked like a bucket full of water go flying by out on the street. It was quickly followed by another and then another after that. What I saw told me was that the wind was really blowing and that it was also raining harder. Later, when Elle got up for one of her bathroom visits I could hear the rain beating on the aluminum sides of the trailer. It sounded like someone was throwing very small pebbles against it.
As usual, the kids were awake at 7am. When I looked out into the yard all I saw was water. There was standing water on both sides of the street and it was still raining... hard. I usually didn’t wear a coat since from my door to the door of the County Center only took 10 minutes. However, with the strong wind and heavy rain I knew I’d be soaked if I didn’t wear something. The only thing I had was an old yellow slicker that Elle’s father had discarded and I salvaged. I looked stupid wearing it because he was a much bigger man than I plus I was wearing good pants and shoes and not work clothes and boots. When I arrived at the parking lot I really wished I had a pair of boots. The lot had many large puddles but what was especially troubling was that there was a huge puddle right in front of the door that most people used who parked in that lot. The door was really a fire exit and not meant for entry. Someone had figured out that it was much quicker to use this way in (and out) rather than go all the way around to the main entrance. Someone who arrived early would go and open the door from the inside and then put a stick in it to keep it from locking. Everybody from the Audit and Control department used it. As I approached I could see the water was up to the sill which meant that it was at least two inches deep. A number of people, mostly women, had hesitated before trying to walk through it. I decided to try it by walking on my heels. Not smart! I almost fell and ended up with water in my shoes. I was not happy!
It was quite a bit past 9am and Jay, Linda and Jo still hadn’t arrived. Out in the general work area only half the people were in. From DP, Jay was the first and he looked like a drowned rat as he walked in. He always eschewed wearing any kind of coat to work but he sure wished he had one. He said that there was heavy flooding on the roads. He’d had no trouble but, with his four wheel drive pick up truck, had stopped to help some stranded drivers. Linda was next in and she told us that the Five Corners traffic circle just down the road was flooded. She said it appeared that the river had overflowed it’s banks. When Jo walked in at around 10am we were all shocked. To start with she was crying. But she was literally soaking wet. Jay, in comparison, was dry when he walked in. Jo had gone to the door and, seeing the puddle, took off her shoes and just as she reached for the door handle someone pushed open the door and knocked her flat on her back and into the puddle. As she stood there her royal blue wool coat was dripping water from the hem. Not at pretty sight.
For reasons only known to Jo, she’d taken the spare clothes that she had at work for those few nights, home. It took me a few minutes to suggest a plan. Jo and Elle were about the same body size except for height. I called Elle and asked if it was OK to bring Jo home to find some clothes she could wear. Of course I wasn’t smart enough to tell her what had happened first so she was pretty leery of the idea until I finally explained. Jay, with his four wheel drive truck, offered to drive her to my trailer and I continued processing the payroll.
To be continued...
Jay and I managed to get into a pretty good routine at work. By multitasking and with occasional help from Jo my “compensatory time” had been substantially reduced, much to Elle’s liking. By the end of the first weekend in March Jay and I had built four playhouses. With my share of the money and the proceeds from Elle's paycheck for teaching two straight weeks we had our first checking account and I was feeling "flush". Even though Jay had gotten into the process willingly he let me know that he could make more money doing the carpentry work out on the barrier island. I offered a compromise in that possibly we could build playhouses one weekend and work on his stuff the other. He still had that job to do that we’d abandoned so I said I help him the following weekend. It never happened.
It was only a drizzle as I left the trailer on my way to work on Tuesday. By lunch time it was raining much harder and was pelting against the windows. It was a full County payroll that week and I was a little ahead of my self imposed schedule so left for home at 5pm. I knew Elle would be pleased because it meant I could occupy the kids while she fixed supper. As I went inside I noted that the yard had the look of a wading pool. We’d had a spate of below freezing temperatures and not enough warmer weather to thaw the ground. Since it couldn’t absorb the water it was now sitting on top of it and created large puddles.
Neither of us had the time to read a newspaper so we didn’t have that as a source of information. Elle had never been a big fan of daytime TV so the only time it was on was after the kids went to bed. It was rare for me to watch the late news and, as usual, we didn’t on that night. When I climbed into bed and waited for Elle to join me I was shocked to feel the trailer moving under me. I got up and went up to the kitchen (which was in the front) and looked out the window. As I did I saw what looked like a bucket full of water go flying by out on the street. It was quickly followed by another and then another after that. What I saw told me was that the wind was really blowing and that it was also raining harder. Later, when Elle got up for one of her bathroom visits I could hear the rain beating on the aluminum sides of the trailer. It sounded like someone was throwing very small pebbles against it.
As usual, the kids were awake at 7am. When I looked out into the yard all I saw was water. There was standing water on both sides of the street and it was still raining... hard. I usually didn’t wear a coat since from my door to the door of the County Center only took 10 minutes. However, with the strong wind and heavy rain I knew I’d be soaked if I didn’t wear something. The only thing I had was an old yellow slicker that Elle’s father had discarded and I salvaged. I looked stupid wearing it because he was a much bigger man than I plus I was wearing good pants and shoes and not work clothes and boots. When I arrived at the parking lot I really wished I had a pair of boots. The lot had many large puddles but what was especially troubling was that there was a huge puddle right in front of the door that most people used who parked in that lot. The door was really a fire exit and not meant for entry. Someone had figured out that it was much quicker to use this way in (and out) rather than go all the way around to the main entrance. Someone who arrived early would go and open the door from the inside and then put a stick in it to keep it from locking. Everybody from the Audit and Control department used it. As I approached I could see the water was up to the sill which meant that it was at least two inches deep. A number of people, mostly women, had hesitated before trying to walk through it. I decided to try it by walking on my heels. Not smart! I almost fell and ended up with water in my shoes. I was not happy!
It was quite a bit past 9am and Jay, Linda and Jo still hadn’t arrived. Out in the general work area only half the people were in. From DP, Jay was the first and he looked like a drowned rat as he walked in. He always eschewed wearing any kind of coat to work but he sure wished he had one. He said that there was heavy flooding on the roads. He’d had no trouble but, with his four wheel drive pick up truck, had stopped to help some stranded drivers. Linda was next in and she told us that the Five Corners traffic circle just down the road was flooded. She said it appeared that the river had overflowed it’s banks. When Jo walked in at around 10am we were all shocked. To start with she was crying. But she was literally soaking wet. Jay, in comparison, was dry when he walked in. Jo had gone to the door and, seeing the puddle, took off her shoes and just as she reached for the door handle someone pushed open the door and knocked her flat on her back and into the puddle. As she stood there her royal blue wool coat was dripping water from the hem. Not at pretty sight.
For reasons only known to Jo, she’d taken the spare clothes that she had at work for those few nights, home. It took me a few minutes to suggest a plan. Jo and Elle were about the same body size except for height. I called Elle and asked if it was OK to bring Jo home to find some clothes she could wear. Of course I wasn’t smart enough to tell her what had happened first so she was pretty leery of the idea until I finally explained. Jay, with his four wheel drive truck, offered to drive her to my trailer and I continued processing the payroll.
To be continued...
Monday, February 14, 2011
A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68g)
I felt guilty about ”pushing“ Lance for the money he still owed me on the old trailer. I’d hoped that with Judy working that he’d start to send a few dollars my way. But, ever the entrepreneur, he’d been putting money away to buy another car to fix up and sell. He promised that I’d have my money by the time the baby came. I wasn’t so sure about that but there wasn’t much I could do but wait. So, I was quite surprised when he came knocking on my door one night. He told me he had a ”deal“ for me. That "news" didn’t thrill me at all.
Another one of his Air Force buddies had been transferred to Greenland. He’d tried to sell his car but couldn’t find a buyer. The guy was desperate and even though Lance didn’t have any money, told him that he’d sell the car for him. I think the amount was like $250. In any case, Lance felt that if he put new tires on it and cleaned it up with a wax job he could get over $400 for it. His problem was that he didn’t have the money for the tires and wanted me to buy them. Then, when he sold the car I’d get everything over the $250. I’d just obtained my first credit card and it was from Sears. I don’t remember the limit on it but it was enough to buy four cheap tires so we headed downtown to get them. Long story short, Lance was right about what he could get for a ”clean” car and his profit after paying me for the tires was around $40. That meant that he’d sold the car for more than $100 over what the guy wanted. I stored that information in the back of my mind for future use.
With the late nights and weekend work I’d not seen much of Jim, Andy or Mac. Elle saw their wives fairly often and they kept pushing her to get me to get together socially with all of them. Andy was off bowling most weekends but towards the end of February he had a free weekend so we all decided to get together. It ended up being at the local bowling alley. Because Andy bowled there regularly he got to know the owner and was able to wrangle free bowling for all of us. That worked perfectly for me, not that bowling cost all that much. Elle arranged for the older teen (Janelle) that was now living next door to baby sit for us. It was the first time I’d really seen her up close since late in the Summer and I was still impressed. Although very shy, she was quite pretty and had a very nice shape. Even though I only saw her for a few minutes before we left I was really checking her out.
Ironically, Elle and I had repositioned the living room furniture that day. The new TV and the stand that it sat on had been out in the natural traffic flow from the front to the back of the trailer. We determined that the best place for it was in the far corner from where the door was located. In that location you could see it from both chairs as well as the sofa. We were pleased.
We had a good time but, conscious of the cost of the baby sitter, we opted to leave before midnight. When we got home we found Janelle asleep in the chair by the door with the TV still on over in the corner. She was all bundled up in her coat and Elle quickly noticed that the room seemed cold. She shook Janelle awake. I was standing just inside the door when she, startled, jumped up. As she did I couldn’t help but see a dark stain on the seat of her tan pants. Once standing, she quickly turned to face us and appeared to not be just shy but now, nervous. Elle asked about the kids and was assured that they had been good while I figured out just how much I owed her. I handed her the money and Elle told her that I’d walk her home. I remember the look on her face. It was almost panic. She insisted that she was OK to just walk next door but Elle, just as forceful, insisted that I was going to do it. Trying to be polite I opened the door to let her out first. She deferred to me and I waited at the bottom of the steps for her. It only took a minute to get to her door. Once there she climbed the steps sort of sideways and then, at the top, turned to face me. As she turned to step inside I got another glimpse of the dark spot on her butt. That was the confirmation of what I thought I’d see when we first got home. She’d wet herself... and on our new furniture. I was sexually excited but also upset as I walked back home.
As soon as I walked in the door I put my hand on the seat of the chair where she’d been sleeping. Elle asked what I was doing. Before I could answer I had the proof I was looking for. The cushion was damp. It wasn’t noticeable to the eye because the material was a patchwork mix of various fairly dark colors. I explained it to Elle while standing there with a soft bulge in my pants. Hearing it, she was quite upset about it. I told her it was no big deal as she’d probably wet it herself before too long. She did not appreciate that comment, at all, and I paid for it later when in bed.
The trailer was cold but he temperature on the thermostat read around 75 degrees. It had been set for the mid 70’s and as I pushed the lever up I heard the heat finally come on. I was puzzled, for sure. Elle, mad at me, got ready for bed while I, still unsure why it was so cold in there decided to stay up for a while to make sure the heat stayed on. By the time I went to bed Elle was asleep. I lay there awake for a bit longer listening to the heater blower running.
The next morning everything was fine. I thought that possibly the fuel filter had water in it. I was outside and in the process of changing it when I saw the mother from next door hanging two pair of panties and a pair of tan pants on their wash line. Final confirmation! Watching her do that I felt a bulge start. Finishing up with the filter I tried to think of a reason to go over to that side of the yard but it was all muddy so had to hope that I’d get more chances in the future. BTW: The cause of the coldness in the trailer was that when we put the TV in the corner we put it right under the thermostat. The heat from the TV registered as being the room temp so the heat was off when the TV was on. We moved the TV!
To be continued...
I felt guilty about ”pushing“ Lance for the money he still owed me on the old trailer. I’d hoped that with Judy working that he’d start to send a few dollars my way. But, ever the entrepreneur, he’d been putting money away to buy another car to fix up and sell. He promised that I’d have my money by the time the baby came. I wasn’t so sure about that but there wasn’t much I could do but wait. So, I was quite surprised when he came knocking on my door one night. He told me he had a ”deal“ for me. That "news" didn’t thrill me at all.
Another one of his Air Force buddies had been transferred to Greenland. He’d tried to sell his car but couldn’t find a buyer. The guy was desperate and even though Lance didn’t have any money, told him that he’d sell the car for him. I think the amount was like $250. In any case, Lance felt that if he put new tires on it and cleaned it up with a wax job he could get over $400 for it. His problem was that he didn’t have the money for the tires and wanted me to buy them. Then, when he sold the car I’d get everything over the $250. I’d just obtained my first credit card and it was from Sears. I don’t remember the limit on it but it was enough to buy four cheap tires so we headed downtown to get them. Long story short, Lance was right about what he could get for a ”clean” car and his profit after paying me for the tires was around $40. That meant that he’d sold the car for more than $100 over what the guy wanted. I stored that information in the back of my mind for future use.
With the late nights and weekend work I’d not seen much of Jim, Andy or Mac. Elle saw their wives fairly often and they kept pushing her to get me to get together socially with all of them. Andy was off bowling most weekends but towards the end of February he had a free weekend so we all decided to get together. It ended up being at the local bowling alley. Because Andy bowled there regularly he got to know the owner and was able to wrangle free bowling for all of us. That worked perfectly for me, not that bowling cost all that much. Elle arranged for the older teen (Janelle) that was now living next door to baby sit for us. It was the first time I’d really seen her up close since late in the Summer and I was still impressed. Although very shy, she was quite pretty and had a very nice shape. Even though I only saw her for a few minutes before we left I was really checking her out.
Ironically, Elle and I had repositioned the living room furniture that day. The new TV and the stand that it sat on had been out in the natural traffic flow from the front to the back of the trailer. We determined that the best place for it was in the far corner from where the door was located. In that location you could see it from both chairs as well as the sofa. We were pleased.
We had a good time but, conscious of the cost of the baby sitter, we opted to leave before midnight. When we got home we found Janelle asleep in the chair by the door with the TV still on over in the corner. She was all bundled up in her coat and Elle quickly noticed that the room seemed cold. She shook Janelle awake. I was standing just inside the door when she, startled, jumped up. As she did I couldn’t help but see a dark stain on the seat of her tan pants. Once standing, she quickly turned to face us and appeared to not be just shy but now, nervous. Elle asked about the kids and was assured that they had been good while I figured out just how much I owed her. I handed her the money and Elle told her that I’d walk her home. I remember the look on her face. It was almost panic. She insisted that she was OK to just walk next door but Elle, just as forceful, insisted that I was going to do it. Trying to be polite I opened the door to let her out first. She deferred to me and I waited at the bottom of the steps for her. It only took a minute to get to her door. Once there she climbed the steps sort of sideways and then, at the top, turned to face me. As she turned to step inside I got another glimpse of the dark spot on her butt. That was the confirmation of what I thought I’d see when we first got home. She’d wet herself... and on our new furniture. I was sexually excited but also upset as I walked back home.
As soon as I walked in the door I put my hand on the seat of the chair where she’d been sleeping. Elle asked what I was doing. Before I could answer I had the proof I was looking for. The cushion was damp. It wasn’t noticeable to the eye because the material was a patchwork mix of various fairly dark colors. I explained it to Elle while standing there with a soft bulge in my pants. Hearing it, she was quite upset about it. I told her it was no big deal as she’d probably wet it herself before too long. She did not appreciate that comment, at all, and I paid for it later when in bed.
The trailer was cold but he temperature on the thermostat read around 75 degrees. It had been set for the mid 70’s and as I pushed the lever up I heard the heat finally come on. I was puzzled, for sure. Elle, mad at me, got ready for bed while I, still unsure why it was so cold in there decided to stay up for a while to make sure the heat stayed on. By the time I went to bed Elle was asleep. I lay there awake for a bit longer listening to the heater blower running.
The next morning everything was fine. I thought that possibly the fuel filter had water in it. I was outside and in the process of changing it when I saw the mother from next door hanging two pair of panties and a pair of tan pants on their wash line. Final confirmation! Watching her do that I felt a bulge start. Finishing up with the filter I tried to think of a reason to go over to that side of the yard but it was all muddy so had to hope that I’d get more chances in the future. BTW: The cause of the coldness in the trailer was that when we put the TV in the corner we put it right under the thermostat. The heat from the TV registered as being the room temp so the heat was off when the TV was on. We moved the TV!
To be continued...
Saturday, February 12, 2011
A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68f)
Elle was not only surprised to see me (us) but was very excited about the project. Jay had previously created some rough plans. Elle wanted a ”crooked“ house where each side wall was a different height and the roof was at an angle. He had an idea of what she wanted and had sketched it out. After Elle fed us lunch we started in. Other than for helping Jay on a few weekends I had no carpentry experience and was worried that I’d be more of a hindrance than help. Following Jay’s directions I managed to hold my own and by the time darkness fell we had everything done but putting shingles on the roof and addling the "gingerbread" (trim). I was pleased but Elle was ecstatic. Elle offered to feed Jay supper but he declined. Elle was in the best mood I’d seen her in for quite a while and I hoped that it would lead to some much needed "amour" after the kids were in bed.
I hate to admit it especially after writing the last sentence but, while watching TV I fell asleep. I was awakened by Elle’s soft voice calling me. I must have been dreaming because when I opened my eyes I wasn’t sure where I was. I heard Elle’s voice again and followed the sound to see her standing in the hallway. She was like a vision... standing there wearing the filmy gown that my mother had given her for Christmas and her panties. It only took a few seconds for me to be totally awake. It was such a pretty sight I asked if I could take a picture. The camera was on the table and had the first color film that had just come out. Because she was in such a good mood she said "yes". I took one and wasted no time before going to her and gave her a hug and then followed her down the hall. The bed had already been turned down and I quickly undressed. I climbed in first with Elle climbing on top straddling my hips. As she lowered herself onto me I could feel the wetness of her panties. I was liking this... A LOT! She would usually give in to my desire for her to be in wet panties but recently only after I pretty much had to plead with her. It didn’t take long for the lights to go out and for us to get down to ”serious business“.
I puttered around with the playhouse on Sunday letting Jean, my oldest, have some initial fun with it. While out there an older resident of the park stopped by and asked about the house. He liked it and when I told him that a friend and I had built it he wanted to know if we could build one for his granddaughter. I didn’t know what to say but told him I’d get back to him. It got to me thinking though.
I hadn’t been in the office on Monday but for a few minutes when there was a call for me. It was Dick, from the trailer park, asking where the playhouse had come from. When I told him that Jay and I’d built it he said he wanted one for his kids. Jay still hadn’t arrived so, like with the man on the previous day, I told him I’d get back to him. At this point the ”wheels“ in my mind started turning.
Jay arrived about fifteen minutes late and by then I had done some quick calculations. I knew I owed him about $40 for the wood and supplies we’d used. It had taken us around five hours to build the basic house and to finish it would take approximately three hours. Based upon the hourly rate Jay was charging for the weekend work ($5.00 an hour) I calculated that we should charge $120 for a play house with all the ”gingerbread“ and, if anyone wanted less, we could adjust the price to accommodate them. My thoughts were running wild and I calculated that we could each make $40 per house and if we could do two in a weekend I’d have $80 cash in my pocket. That was about 80% of what I was grossing per week working for the County. To say that I was excited is putting it mildly!
Jay wasn’t as excited as I was but was certainly interested. By lunchtime we had two confirmed orders. I was already spending the money. We did manage to get the special report done and on time. Jo had done a good job and we decided that we would continue to steer her towards the new position that was in the DP budget. For reasons known only to Jay at the time he decided not to mention the new position to Jo. I thought it was a little unfair but he was the ”boss“.
I’ve spent a good bit of time writing about things at work. There were other ”happenings“ that affected Elle and I that had been evolving since the start of the year. The 55 foot trailer that was right next door had not been occupied since we moved in. One day Elle heard a knock on the door and it was the mother of the teen girls that we’d occasionally used as babysitters. When Elle opened the door she was greeted by a ”Hi neighbor!“ from the lady. She told Elle that they had purchased the unit and would be moving in right away. When I heard about it that night all I could do was smile (to myself) as the older daughter was a ”looker“ and I’d already seen her panties. I couldn’t wait to get a look at their wash line.
Elle had become somewhat of a ”favorite“ to be called in to teach on short notice and was averaging about one day a week. In early February she was offered a temporary position for two weeks. She wasn’t sure she should take it but, together, we felt that if she turned it down she’d drop down on the ”call list“. The money wasn’t that great but it all added up. Alice, the neighbor who had been taking care of our kids without pay said that now that her husband had finally arrived from Texas (he was an engineer on the lunar module program) that it was too much for her to do on a daily basis. The lady next door was more than willing. We offered to pay her but she said she didn’t want anything. However, she did mention that one afternoon a week she volunteered at the hospital and that the older daughter would be home to care for the kids. She didn’t ask that we pay her but it certainly was a hint. It didn’t bother me... at all. I liked the idea of becoming more acquainted with her and her family.
To be continued...
Thursday, February 10, 2011
A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68e)
By the time we left for the night Jay had tested the program and Jo and I had pulled all the boxes of punch cards that were needed. All that was left was to extrapolate the actual cards that were needed on the sorter and to run them through the computer. We had two choices; do it after work on Friday or come in over the weekend. Jo said it made no difference to her. Jay and I hadn’t been able to do any of his pending carpentry jobs for a couple of weeks due to bad weather. The forecast was for halfway decent weather for the weekend so we decided to stay Friday night. Elle wasn’t happy because she wanted me to baby sit the kid so she could do the food shopping without them. The younger of our kids was now 16 months and was now a handful making shopping a nightmare. I thought she was going to scream when I told her. The ”salve“ was that I’d be bringing some cash home by working with Jay on the weekend.
We’d had a computer problem and because of it the daily work was running behind. We didn’t get to start on the special report project until it was after 7pm. Jay went out to get something for us to eat and while he was gone, in keeping with what Jay had told Jo, I let her do the sorting of the cards while I watched. She was still in her good clothes and Jay called her out on it when he returned. He’d gotten us sandwiches and sodas. Jo decided to change before eating. I didn't really think much about it but was surprised to see Jo grab her clothes and head behind the computer. The food was on Jay’s desk/table and I was standing there reaching for it when I remembered the previous night. I looked up and saw the reflection of her stripping out of her blouse, skirt and slip in the window. As she did the bulge in my pants started growing. She was stepping into her pants when Jay finally noticed. When he did he let out a ”wolf whistle“. When he did that she looked into the windows and realized that we’d been watching her. When dressed she came running out with the same half smile that I’d seen the night when we caught her working in her slip. This time, however, she came running at Jay calling him names, swinging her arms and fists at him in kind of a whirlwind motion but still with that smile on her face. Jay was laughing at her which only made her more animated. Even if she hit him she wasn’t going to hurt him so Jay just let her flail away for a minute or so. I just stood back and watched. Finally Jay made his move, ducking under her swinging arms and grabbing her by the ribs. He quickly turned her around so her back was up against his stomach. She continued to swing and finally Jay squeezed her ribs. That did it. It was obvious that she was very ticklish. She immediately screamed and pleaded for Jay to stop. He told her it was now ”his turn“. She was laughing hysterically and squirming back and forth. She managed to get turned back around to face Jay. When she did he just picked her up and planted her on the table thus ending the whole thing.
It took a few minutes for her to catch her breath. With a very big smile she proceeded to chastise us both for being ”peeping Toms“. She asked if we’d seen her the night before and Jay was telling the truth when he said ”no“. I admitted that I’d seen the last bit when she was getting dressed. However, at no time did the half smile leave her face. We ended up eating right then and there. It only took a few minutes and then it was back to work. Jay helped Jo off the table and as I was picking up the remnants of our meal I saw something that gave me an instant hard on. On the table, right where Jo had been sitting, there was a small elongated wet triangle. She’d wet herself a bit while Jay was tickling her and, from the way she just walked away, didn’t even know it.
Since my job that night was to supervise her running of the sorter and collator I hoped I’d get a chance to check it out. All the empty trays were stacked on the floor and when she bent over to pick one up I stepped back and there it was, plain as day, for me to see. It wasn’t bad enough to be seen while just standing there but every time she bent over I made a point of looking. It certainly made what was a boring night for me, exciting!
We finished up everything but the printing of the report itself that night deciding that since nothing was scheduled for the printer Monday morning it could be done then. When we left, Jay and I confirmed the time we’d meet up the next morning for the repair job out on the barrier island. As much as I like working in DP I was ready for a break. The sun was up and I anticipated a good work day. Once at the site we had a change of mind. The wind was blowing at least 20 miles an hour and right in off the ocean. It was strong enough to constantly blow the sand at us. Jay feared that once we built the stairs the two of us weren’t strong enough to raise them up to the deck in that wind. We sat in the truck, disappointed, but at least inside the cab we weren’t being sand blasted. After a few minutes we headed back. On the way I remembered the play house that I’d asked him to help me with. I asked if we could go do that instead. My problem was that I didn’t have the money to buy the wood. Jay had an account with a lumber yard near where he lived and told me we could just charge what we needed and I could pay him when the bill came in. It sounded good to me.
To be continued...
By the time we left for the night Jay had tested the program and Jo and I had pulled all the boxes of punch cards that were needed. All that was left was to extrapolate the actual cards that were needed on the sorter and to run them through the computer. We had two choices; do it after work on Friday or come in over the weekend. Jo said it made no difference to her. Jay and I hadn’t been able to do any of his pending carpentry jobs for a couple of weeks due to bad weather. The forecast was for halfway decent weather for the weekend so we decided to stay Friday night. Elle wasn’t happy because she wanted me to baby sit the kid so she could do the food shopping without them. The younger of our kids was now 16 months and was now a handful making shopping a nightmare. I thought she was going to scream when I told her. The ”salve“ was that I’d be bringing some cash home by working with Jay on the weekend.
We’d had a computer problem and because of it the daily work was running behind. We didn’t get to start on the special report project until it was after 7pm. Jay went out to get something for us to eat and while he was gone, in keeping with what Jay had told Jo, I let her do the sorting of the cards while I watched. She was still in her good clothes and Jay called her out on it when he returned. He’d gotten us sandwiches and sodas. Jo decided to change before eating. I didn't really think much about it but was surprised to see Jo grab her clothes and head behind the computer. The food was on Jay’s desk/table and I was standing there reaching for it when I remembered the previous night. I looked up and saw the reflection of her stripping out of her blouse, skirt and slip in the window. As she did the bulge in my pants started growing. She was stepping into her pants when Jay finally noticed. When he did he let out a ”wolf whistle“. When he did that she looked into the windows and realized that we’d been watching her. When dressed she came running out with the same half smile that I’d seen the night when we caught her working in her slip. This time, however, she came running at Jay calling him names, swinging her arms and fists at him in kind of a whirlwind motion but still with that smile on her face. Jay was laughing at her which only made her more animated. Even if she hit him she wasn’t going to hurt him so Jay just let her flail away for a minute or so. I just stood back and watched. Finally Jay made his move, ducking under her swinging arms and grabbing her by the ribs. He quickly turned her around so her back was up against his stomach. She continued to swing and finally Jay squeezed her ribs. That did it. It was obvious that she was very ticklish. She immediately screamed and pleaded for Jay to stop. He told her it was now ”his turn“. She was laughing hysterically and squirming back and forth. She managed to get turned back around to face Jay. When she did he just picked her up and planted her on the table thus ending the whole thing.
It took a few minutes for her to catch her breath. With a very big smile she proceeded to chastise us both for being ”peeping Toms“. She asked if we’d seen her the night before and Jay was telling the truth when he said ”no“. I admitted that I’d seen the last bit when she was getting dressed. However, at no time did the half smile leave her face. We ended up eating right then and there. It only took a few minutes and then it was back to work. Jay helped Jo off the table and as I was picking up the remnants of our meal I saw something that gave me an instant hard on. On the table, right where Jo had been sitting, there was a small elongated wet triangle. She’d wet herself a bit while Jay was tickling her and, from the way she just walked away, didn’t even know it.
Since my job that night was to supervise her running of the sorter and collator I hoped I’d get a chance to check it out. All the empty trays were stacked on the floor and when she bent over to pick one up I stepped back and there it was, plain as day, for me to see. It wasn’t bad enough to be seen while just standing there but every time she bent over I made a point of looking. It certainly made what was a boring night for me, exciting!
We finished up everything but the printing of the report itself that night deciding that since nothing was scheduled for the printer Monday morning it could be done then. When we left, Jay and I confirmed the time we’d meet up the next morning for the repair job out on the barrier island. As much as I like working in DP I was ready for a break. The sun was up and I anticipated a good work day. Once at the site we had a change of mind. The wind was blowing at least 20 miles an hour and right in off the ocean. It was strong enough to constantly blow the sand at us. Jay feared that once we built the stairs the two of us weren’t strong enough to raise them up to the deck in that wind. We sat in the truck, disappointed, but at least inside the cab we weren’t being sand blasted. After a few minutes we headed back. On the way I remembered the play house that I’d asked him to help me with. I asked if we could go do that instead. My problem was that I didn’t have the money to buy the wood. Jay had an account with a lumber yard near where he lived and told me we could just charge what we needed and I could pay him when the bill came in. It sounded good to me.
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 08, 2011
A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68d)
Because the whole Data Processing department had been created without a lot of foresight, there were MANY things that needed to be corrected. But, as with any governmental entity, the ”wheels turn slowly“. Shelving for the used punch cards had yet to arrive. We had to put them somewhere and the South wall was the only out of the way place that could be found. All the cards that had been used were boxed, marked and stacked there. The wall of boxes were at least five feet high and probably twelve feet across. It was a daunting task in that Jo had to get down to the floor to read the information on the lower boxes. Jay was at his table/desk and I was running the sorter. Jo was across the room and I was only occasionally able to see her as she walked between some of the peripheral equipment. We’d only been at it for a short time when I heard Jo curse. It wasn’t like her at all. Jay asked if she was OK and she said she was. A few minutes later she did it again.
Jay and I both got up to go see what was wrong. She was standing next to the wall of boxes holding the side of her skirt. Squatting down onto her haunches she’d popped the waist button. Trying to continue without it she then popped the zipper. When we saw her she had this silly grin on her face. Then she asked what time the cleaning people came in to pick up the trash. I thought it was a strange question to ask at that particular time. Around the first of the year Jay had made a request that the janitors make the Audit and Control department their last stop. When working late we often filled the trash containers and that made it difficult to work around on the following mornings. We’d been there as late as 11pm a few times when they arrived so that’s what Jay told her. She then told us to stop gawking and go back to what we were doing and shooed us away. I, for one, was puzzled but did what she asked.
A few minutes later I looked over by the wall and saw what looked like a ghost in that when I got a glimpse of Jo all I saw was white. It took me a minute to figure out what was going on. Jo had taken her skirt off and was now working in her slip and blouse. I’ll admit that I wasted more than a few minutes trying to think of a reason to go over there to get a close look... but I couldn’t come up with a plausible one. Jay didn’t know and I didn’t say anything. A little later I was setting the tabs on the printer when Jay decided to see how Jo was doing. I heard a little squeal and then a familiar sound... Jo’s nervous little laugh.
I could hear her tell Jay to ”go away“ but giggling as she did so. Then Jay called me which was followed by a very loud ”don’t you dare!“ from Jo. I couldn’t resist. She’d been partially hidden by a decollating machine and as soon as I turned the corner I saw her stooped over a bit with her arms crossed over her groin area. I think what struck me the most was that she had a sort of smile on her face. I really couldn’t see much because she was facing us. It was like she was embarrassed but also liked the attention. After a few seconds she cocked her head and I saw a sincere look on her face as she quietly said ”please...“. I did turn around and Jay quickly followed. As we walked back to the work area I could see a smirky smile on his face. Jo called out that she’d continue to work as long as we didn’t come over and look at her. Jay called back that it was a deal.
We quit around 9pm. Jay had the program written and Jo had most of the needed boxes identified. Jay figured that he could wire the program board while Jo finished up with her part of the job and I physically pulled the boxes the next night. When Jo reappeared she had her skirt on but was holding it up with both hands. Jay helped her on with her coat and suggested that she bring some ”work clothes“ to change into the next day to avoid a similar problem. I remember her laughing as she nodded her head in agreement.
Jay approached me the next day to ask my opinion on letting Jo get involved in the actual running of the new program. She’d expressed her desire to learn as much as she could about data processing to both of us. In just the short time she’d been working there she’d showed that she was smart and quick to learn. Jay told me that there was money in the budget to hire another person after the first of April. He thought that if Jo got the opportunity to learn how to operate our present equipment that she could qualify to fill it. I told him I thought it was a good idea.
After everyone else had left for the day the three of us got together and outlined the ”plan“, including letting Jo get more involved. I don’t think Jay could’ve gotten a more positive response. Jo started bouncing up and down and giggling like she’d just been given a promotion. She had taken Jay's suggestion and brought clothes more appropriate for the work she was doing. Because of an after hours incident in one of the ladies bathrooms during the Summer, they, as well as the ones for the men, were locked at 5pm. John had been able to get a key for the men's room. On the days when Jo had worked late he would walk her down there when she needed to use the bathroom and then "stand guard" for her. But, on this night he wanted to get the program board wired and tested as soon as possible so when Jo asked he suggested that she could just go behind the computer to change. She made a bit of a face but quickly took her clothes and headed that way.
The County Center building was completed in 1958 and most of the locals hated it. It was a sprawling complex, predominantly glass. It looked like a glass puzzle and the local newspaper once called it a labyrinth as it was hard for the public to find their way. The windows went from about 30 inches off the floor all the way to the ceiling. Because the windows in our space faced to the Northeast we got very little direct sun so there were no curtains. One thing that I’d noticed was that when it got dark the windows became mirror like in that they reflected everything in the office. I was not thinking of that when Jo disappeared behind the computer. I’d gone out to get a carton of paper and as I walked back into the room I saw Jo’s reflection behind the computer. It took my breath away in that, although not all that clear, I could see that she was in just her bra and panties. I stopped in my tracks and watched her put on her shirt and then step into the pants she’d brought. It was a very nice surprise and I kept it to myself.
To be continued...
Because the whole Data Processing department had been created without a lot of foresight, there were MANY things that needed to be corrected. But, as with any governmental entity, the ”wheels turn slowly“. Shelving for the used punch cards had yet to arrive. We had to put them somewhere and the South wall was the only out of the way place that could be found. All the cards that had been used were boxed, marked and stacked there. The wall of boxes were at least five feet high and probably twelve feet across. It was a daunting task in that Jo had to get down to the floor to read the information on the lower boxes. Jay was at his table/desk and I was running the sorter. Jo was across the room and I was only occasionally able to see her as she walked between some of the peripheral equipment. We’d only been at it for a short time when I heard Jo curse. It wasn’t like her at all. Jay asked if she was OK and she said she was. A few minutes later she did it again.
Jay and I both got up to go see what was wrong. She was standing next to the wall of boxes holding the side of her skirt. Squatting down onto her haunches she’d popped the waist button. Trying to continue without it she then popped the zipper. When we saw her she had this silly grin on her face. Then she asked what time the cleaning people came in to pick up the trash. I thought it was a strange question to ask at that particular time. Around the first of the year Jay had made a request that the janitors make the Audit and Control department their last stop. When working late we often filled the trash containers and that made it difficult to work around on the following mornings. We’d been there as late as 11pm a few times when they arrived so that’s what Jay told her. She then told us to stop gawking and go back to what we were doing and shooed us away. I, for one, was puzzled but did what she asked.
A few minutes later I looked over by the wall and saw what looked like a ghost in that when I got a glimpse of Jo all I saw was white. It took me a minute to figure out what was going on. Jo had taken her skirt off and was now working in her slip and blouse. I’ll admit that I wasted more than a few minutes trying to think of a reason to go over there to get a close look... but I couldn’t come up with a plausible one. Jay didn’t know and I didn’t say anything. A little later I was setting the tabs on the printer when Jay decided to see how Jo was doing. I heard a little squeal and then a familiar sound... Jo’s nervous little laugh.
I could hear her tell Jay to ”go away“ but giggling as she did so. Then Jay called me which was followed by a very loud ”don’t you dare!“ from Jo. I couldn’t resist. She’d been partially hidden by a decollating machine and as soon as I turned the corner I saw her stooped over a bit with her arms crossed over her groin area. I think what struck me the most was that she had a sort of smile on her face. I really couldn’t see much because she was facing us. It was like she was embarrassed but also liked the attention. After a few seconds she cocked her head and I saw a sincere look on her face as she quietly said ”please...“. I did turn around and Jay quickly followed. As we walked back to the work area I could see a smirky smile on his face. Jo called out that she’d continue to work as long as we didn’t come over and look at her. Jay called back that it was a deal.
We quit around 9pm. Jay had the program written and Jo had most of the needed boxes identified. Jay figured that he could wire the program board while Jo finished up with her part of the job and I physically pulled the boxes the next night. When Jo reappeared she had her skirt on but was holding it up with both hands. Jay helped her on with her coat and suggested that she bring some ”work clothes“ to change into the next day to avoid a similar problem. I remember her laughing as she nodded her head in agreement.
Jay approached me the next day to ask my opinion on letting Jo get involved in the actual running of the new program. She’d expressed her desire to learn as much as she could about data processing to both of us. In just the short time she’d been working there she’d showed that she was smart and quick to learn. Jay told me that there was money in the budget to hire another person after the first of April. He thought that if Jo got the opportunity to learn how to operate our present equipment that she could qualify to fill it. I told him I thought it was a good idea.
After everyone else had left for the day the three of us got together and outlined the ”plan“, including letting Jo get more involved. I don’t think Jay could’ve gotten a more positive response. Jo started bouncing up and down and giggling like she’d just been given a promotion. She had taken Jay's suggestion and brought clothes more appropriate for the work she was doing. Because of an after hours incident in one of the ladies bathrooms during the Summer, they, as well as the ones for the men, were locked at 5pm. John had been able to get a key for the men's room. On the days when Jo had worked late he would walk her down there when she needed to use the bathroom and then "stand guard" for her. But, on this night he wanted to get the program board wired and tested as soon as possible so when Jo asked he suggested that she could just go behind the computer to change. She made a bit of a face but quickly took her clothes and headed that way.
The County Center building was completed in 1958 and most of the locals hated it. It was a sprawling complex, predominantly glass. It looked like a glass puzzle and the local newspaper once called it a labyrinth as it was hard for the public to find their way. The windows went from about 30 inches off the floor all the way to the ceiling. Because the windows in our space faced to the Northeast we got very little direct sun so there were no curtains. One thing that I’d noticed was that when it got dark the windows became mirror like in that they reflected everything in the office. I was not thinking of that when Jo disappeared behind the computer. I’d gone out to get a carton of paper and as I walked back into the room I saw Jo’s reflection behind the computer. It took my breath away in that, although not all that clear, I could see that she was in just her bra and panties. I stopped in my tracks and watched her put on her shirt and then step into the pants she’d brought. It was a very nice surprise and I kept it to myself.
To be continued...
Sunday, February 06, 2011
A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68c)
It was a hectic week with a lot of late night effort. With the new appropriations accounting programs being run I had to be judicious in planning my access to the computer. Jo, with her formal keypunch training, quickly proved to be a more competent operator than Linda. With just a little gnashing of teeth, Jay managed to switch Linda back to the “proof” operator. Jo continued to stay late even though there were only a few instances where actual keypunching was required. She would just stand there watching Jay and I go about our business, asking questions whenever there was a lull. Jay and I really liked her attitude. Always willing to do whatever we asked. It was such a change from her predecessor, Donna, that even Linda made some positive comments about her.
By mid month Jay had worked out the “bugs” in his appropriations accounting program and he and I had a good handle on how to best share the computer. Jo continued to stay late when we did and, on occasion, her presence was a big help. She continued to absorb just what Jay and I were doing and asked intelligent questions without getting in our way. At least in our area (Data Processing) everything was going well. It wasn’t that way in the general Audit and Control area.
Leo, the new Deputy Controller, decided he needed to “make a statement” to become “relevant” (his words). The first week of January he reorganized the work area both physically (desks) and jobs (people). I felt sorry for Irwin. Early on I’d learned from him that the Deputy position was mostly “window dressing” and a “political plum”. He’d been in the department for almost 20 years and was, realistically, the one who oversaw the daily operation. Here was Leo, a mostly absentee figurehead with little to no accounting knowledge or experience, deciding who was to do what. All the women, with the exception of Nina, his mother in law, were upset. Only Nina had anything to do with payroll and, to avoid me, dealt only with the keypunch operators. With bill paying now being done by Data Processing Jay had more interaction with the women in the general work area and he was constantly getting an ear full. He told me all they did was complain.
Back before the end of the year I’d worked with Jay on some of his weekend carpentry jobs. It was cash money and very helpful in paying bills. We had to stop because we had so much to do at work but by mid month Jay felt it was under control and we could get back to it. Before Christmas he’d shown me one fairly large job (two weekends if the weather cooperated) and was anxious to get back to it. Elle didn’t mind me being away while doing this because it was spendable cash that I was earning. It was out on a barrier island and the “fun“ way to get there was to ride on the ocean beach in his 4 wheel drive truck. A couple of storms had washed away one of the two stairways to the house as well as to wash away a few of the posts used to hold up the deck. Jay had purchased the wood for the stairs and we concentrated on that the first weekend. In the course of conversation he told me that the owner was a somewhat famous TV personality, Dave Garroway. This was his Summer home and he was trying to sell it. I recognized the name as the person was one my grandfather liked to watch on morning TV. I remember being anxious to tell him that I’d worked on his home. The weather, even though cold, allowed us to finish the work on the second weekend. An ”extra“ was that Jay was approached by another homeowner to similar work for him. I didn’t particularly like working out there with the wind off the ocean off freezing my butt but cash money certainly warmed my pocket.
If there was a negative to the Garroway job it was that Jay had to wait until the job was finished to get paid. That meant I had to wait as well. But, to lessen the pain of that Jay said he was putting a ”surcharge“ on the bill and I’d be getting $25 for each day. The thought of $100 cash all at one time was certainly a nice ”carrot“. To make it more palatable to Elle, I promised to give her $25 of it to do whatever she wanted with it. That made her smile. The other $75 would pretty much pay for the new TV and antenna.
Having Jo working with us was a joy. Her ”can do“ attitude even made Linda more productive. She continued to come to work dressed ”to kill“ with tight skirts, heels and nice blouses. I certainly enjoyed the occasional VPL’s that I was lucky enough to observe. On rare occasions I even got a peek at the ”magic triangle”. There were hints, at least to me, that there was something “brewing” between Jay and Jo. When we weren’t “under the gun” the three of us would go to lunch together and it was always fun with plenty of laughs.
Other than listening to the grumbling by the women in the general work area, things continued to go well in the DP area. That is until the middle of February, a few days before the monthly Board of Supervisors meeting. Right before we were to leave for the day the Controller came into the room and requested a special report. Jay, knowing how to “play the game“ told him that he could produce it. What he didn’t tell him was that it would’ve been a ”no brainer“ if it had been requested back when he was writing all the programs for the project. To get it done in the time required was going to entail a lot of extra work.
There were two major parts to getting it done. The first was that Jay had to write a completely new program on top of everything else he had to do. The second was that the information needed to produce the report was buried in the stacks of processed punch cards that were lined up in boxes against the south wall of the room. Jo, as expected, volunteered to stay late. The three of us got together and Jay outlined a plan of attack. Jo was assigned the task of identifying which boxes of cards were needed to be pulled. I, to free up the computer, was to get started on the work that was scheduled for the next day. Jay would start writing the program.
To be continued...
It was a hectic week with a lot of late night effort. With the new appropriations accounting programs being run I had to be judicious in planning my access to the computer. Jo, with her formal keypunch training, quickly proved to be a more competent operator than Linda. With just a little gnashing of teeth, Jay managed to switch Linda back to the “proof” operator. Jo continued to stay late even though there were only a few instances where actual keypunching was required. She would just stand there watching Jay and I go about our business, asking questions whenever there was a lull. Jay and I really liked her attitude. Always willing to do whatever we asked. It was such a change from her predecessor, Donna, that even Linda made some positive comments about her.
By mid month Jay had worked out the “bugs” in his appropriations accounting program and he and I had a good handle on how to best share the computer. Jo continued to stay late when we did and, on occasion, her presence was a big help. She continued to absorb just what Jay and I were doing and asked intelligent questions without getting in our way. At least in our area (Data Processing) everything was going well. It wasn’t that way in the general Audit and Control area.
Leo, the new Deputy Controller, decided he needed to “make a statement” to become “relevant” (his words). The first week of January he reorganized the work area both physically (desks) and jobs (people). I felt sorry for Irwin. Early on I’d learned from him that the Deputy position was mostly “window dressing” and a “political plum”. He’d been in the department for almost 20 years and was, realistically, the one who oversaw the daily operation. Here was Leo, a mostly absentee figurehead with little to no accounting knowledge or experience, deciding who was to do what. All the women, with the exception of Nina, his mother in law, were upset. Only Nina had anything to do with payroll and, to avoid me, dealt only with the keypunch operators. With bill paying now being done by Data Processing Jay had more interaction with the women in the general work area and he was constantly getting an ear full. He told me all they did was complain.
Back before the end of the year I’d worked with Jay on some of his weekend carpentry jobs. It was cash money and very helpful in paying bills. We had to stop because we had so much to do at work but by mid month Jay felt it was under control and we could get back to it. Before Christmas he’d shown me one fairly large job (two weekends if the weather cooperated) and was anxious to get back to it. Elle didn’t mind me being away while doing this because it was spendable cash that I was earning. It was out on a barrier island and the “fun“ way to get there was to ride on the ocean beach in his 4 wheel drive truck. A couple of storms had washed away one of the two stairways to the house as well as to wash away a few of the posts used to hold up the deck. Jay had purchased the wood for the stairs and we concentrated on that the first weekend. In the course of conversation he told me that the owner was a somewhat famous TV personality, Dave Garroway. This was his Summer home and he was trying to sell it. I recognized the name as the person was one my grandfather liked to watch on morning TV. I remember being anxious to tell him that I’d worked on his home. The weather, even though cold, allowed us to finish the work on the second weekend. An ”extra“ was that Jay was approached by another homeowner to similar work for him. I didn’t particularly like working out there with the wind off the ocean off freezing my butt but cash money certainly warmed my pocket.
If there was a negative to the Garroway job it was that Jay had to wait until the job was finished to get paid. That meant I had to wait as well. But, to lessen the pain of that Jay said he was putting a ”surcharge“ on the bill and I’d be getting $25 for each day. The thought of $100 cash all at one time was certainly a nice ”carrot“. To make it more palatable to Elle, I promised to give her $25 of it to do whatever she wanted with it. That made her smile. The other $75 would pretty much pay for the new TV and antenna.
Having Jo working with us was a joy. Her ”can do“ attitude even made Linda more productive. She continued to come to work dressed ”to kill“ with tight skirts, heels and nice blouses. I certainly enjoyed the occasional VPL’s that I was lucky enough to observe. On rare occasions I even got a peek at the ”magic triangle”. There were hints, at least to me, that there was something “brewing” between Jay and Jo. When we weren’t “under the gun” the three of us would go to lunch together and it was always fun with plenty of laughs.
Other than listening to the grumbling by the women in the general work area, things continued to go well in the DP area. That is until the middle of February, a few days before the monthly Board of Supervisors meeting. Right before we were to leave for the day the Controller came into the room and requested a special report. Jay, knowing how to “play the game“ told him that he could produce it. What he didn’t tell him was that it would’ve been a ”no brainer“ if it had been requested back when he was writing all the programs for the project. To get it done in the time required was going to entail a lot of extra work.
There were two major parts to getting it done. The first was that Jay had to write a completely new program on top of everything else he had to do. The second was that the information needed to produce the report was buried in the stacks of processed punch cards that were lined up in boxes against the south wall of the room. Jo, as expected, volunteered to stay late. The three of us got together and Jay outlined a plan of attack. Jo was assigned the task of identifying which boxes of cards were needed to be pulled. I, to free up the computer, was to get started on the work that was scheduled for the next day. Jay would start writing the program.
To be continued...
Thursday, February 03, 2011
A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68b)
When Jay and I got back from our break there was Jo waiting for him. I watched as they shook hands and then she sat down and talked with Jay for a few minutes. Then she got up and went over to the second keypunch machine and sat down. Linda was at the primary one and they chatted with Jay for a few minutes. Then I watched her take a big pile of cards from Linda and start to do the keypunch checking of them. I was puzzled. I had to go through a whole waiting period before I was allowed to start work and here she’d just walked into the office and was now working. I got Jay’s attention and had him come over to where I was. He laughed telling me that she wasn’t getting paid until the following week but had volunteered to help. He shook his head, sort of in disbelief, and said “why not?”.
That Friday was the last day of the year. I spent my whole day doing prep work for the next week’s payroll because Monday was New Years day and the office would be closed. Jay and I had worked out a schedule to put time in over the weekend. He was still behind on the final testing of the appropriations accounting program and I had to run my quarterly end reports in addition to the payroll. We were working on the timing schedule for each of us to use the computer when Jo came over to tell Jay that she still had a pile of cards to check. It was 5pm and it was not what he wanted to hear. But, before he could say anything I heard her say that she could stay if it was OK. I remember processing that little bit of information and together with the fact that she wasn’t going to get paid for the work she’d already done, wondered if she were “for real”. All three of us stayed until after 8pm and, to make the day completely unbelievable, as we walked out Jo offered to come in over the weekend. I headed for home wondering if she was really too good to be believed.
Saturday went well as Jo finished all the keypunch checking for Jay’s test. When she was finished she asked if she could hang around and watch what we were doing. I had persuaded Elle to bring us lunch. It was the first time she’d ever seen the office. Even after Jay gave her the “tour” she still had no idea just what it was that I did except for “playing” with cards. She didn’t stay long as the kids were restless (bored).
While we were eating we got some background on Jo. She was twenty years old and the youngest in her family. She had a brother and two sisters. Her parents ran a restaurant and all her siblings worked there. She started when she was 12 years old and since finishing high school her goal was to “escape” it. One of her friends had gotten a job as a keypunch operator at the electric utility company and told her how much she liked it. The computer manufacturer (Univac) had it’s corporate headquarters not that far away from her home and ran keypunch operator classes. Jo had finished in October and had seen the County Civil Service announcement for keypunch operator. She took the test and had just been notified that she was on top of the list. We did ask her what her parents thought about her leaving them and the restaurant. She just rolled her eyes and issued what was becoming her “trademark”, a little nervous laugh. Jo left at about mid afternoon and Jay and I stayed until dark deciding to come back on Sunday.
Elle wasn’t too happy with me working the whole weekend, especially since I wasn’t being paid for it. Jay and I were keeping a record of the extra time we spent because we were supposed to get “compensatory time” for it. I felt somewhat guilty but I really liked the challenge of what I was doing and liked working with Jay. From a purely selfish standpoint, the one thing that bothered me on that Sunday was that the National Football League championship game was on and I’d really wanted to see it on our new TV. The game was between the NY Giants (my favorite team at the time) and the Green Bay Packers. Jay was able to get a radio to play inside the building (all the metal used in the construction effectively blocked most radio signals) so that, somewhat, appeased me. In a way I wished I hadn’t been able to hear it as I remember the Giants got beaten very badly.
Again, we worked until dark. I’d been able to get my reports processed and printed but Jay still had work to do. As we left I told him I’d come in at about noon on New Years day to see how it was going for him. As I left the trailer I told Elle I’d only be gone a short time. Again, it was after dark when we finished. I know Jay appreciated my help but I also knew Elle would be upset. Of the many things that I’d talked to Jay about one was on the possibility of him designing and helping me to build a playhouse for my kids. Jay, very much like me, didn’t know how to say “no”. As we left I reminded him of that and asked if he’d stop by and let Elle know. I hoped that it would take some of the “heat” off me for having worked the whole weekend. He did and his presence made my night a little more tolerable. Now we just had to find the time to do it.
I got in early on Monday to work on payroll and was surprised to find Jo already there. I don’t remember what time it was but it was refreshing to see her there. The rest of the women in the general work area would kind of “hover” outside the doors to the office until almost 9am and then come in together. I just couldn't understand their thinking. I noticed immediately that Jo was dressed as nicely as she’d been for the interview. I wont go as far as to say that most of the other females didn’t dress nicely, (there was a dress code: skirts or dresses for the women and coats and ties for the men) but, with the exception of the two younger females, the best way to describe their appearance was “frumpy”. Jo looked great... another tight fitting skirt with the hem just above the knee and a frilly white blouse. (NOTE: Mini skirts were just appearing on the fashion scene but had not reached our rural area. A skirt or dress above the knee was, for most males, a sight to behold.) What I noticed was that the color of her skirt was decidedly lighter than the one she’d worn on Friday which, early on, provided me with a nice VPL (visible panty line). I liked what I was seeing!
To be continued...
When Jay and I got back from our break there was Jo waiting for him. I watched as they shook hands and then she sat down and talked with Jay for a few minutes. Then she got up and went over to the second keypunch machine and sat down. Linda was at the primary one and they chatted with Jay for a few minutes. Then I watched her take a big pile of cards from Linda and start to do the keypunch checking of them. I was puzzled. I had to go through a whole waiting period before I was allowed to start work and here she’d just walked into the office and was now working. I got Jay’s attention and had him come over to where I was. He laughed telling me that she wasn’t getting paid until the following week but had volunteered to help. He shook his head, sort of in disbelief, and said “why not?”.
That Friday was the last day of the year. I spent my whole day doing prep work for the next week’s payroll because Monday was New Years day and the office would be closed. Jay and I had worked out a schedule to put time in over the weekend. He was still behind on the final testing of the appropriations accounting program and I had to run my quarterly end reports in addition to the payroll. We were working on the timing schedule for each of us to use the computer when Jo came over to tell Jay that she still had a pile of cards to check. It was 5pm and it was not what he wanted to hear. But, before he could say anything I heard her say that she could stay if it was OK. I remember processing that little bit of information and together with the fact that she wasn’t going to get paid for the work she’d already done, wondered if she were “for real”. All three of us stayed until after 8pm and, to make the day completely unbelievable, as we walked out Jo offered to come in over the weekend. I headed for home wondering if she was really too good to be believed.
Saturday went well as Jo finished all the keypunch checking for Jay’s test. When she was finished she asked if she could hang around and watch what we were doing. I had persuaded Elle to bring us lunch. It was the first time she’d ever seen the office. Even after Jay gave her the “tour” she still had no idea just what it was that I did except for “playing” with cards. She didn’t stay long as the kids were restless (bored).
While we were eating we got some background on Jo. She was twenty years old and the youngest in her family. She had a brother and two sisters. Her parents ran a restaurant and all her siblings worked there. She started when she was 12 years old and since finishing high school her goal was to “escape” it. One of her friends had gotten a job as a keypunch operator at the electric utility company and told her how much she liked it. The computer manufacturer (Univac) had it’s corporate headquarters not that far away from her home and ran keypunch operator classes. Jo had finished in October and had seen the County Civil Service announcement for keypunch operator. She took the test and had just been notified that she was on top of the list. We did ask her what her parents thought about her leaving them and the restaurant. She just rolled her eyes and issued what was becoming her “trademark”, a little nervous laugh. Jo left at about mid afternoon and Jay and I stayed until dark deciding to come back on Sunday.
Elle wasn’t too happy with me working the whole weekend, especially since I wasn’t being paid for it. Jay and I were keeping a record of the extra time we spent because we were supposed to get “compensatory time” for it. I felt somewhat guilty but I really liked the challenge of what I was doing and liked working with Jay. From a purely selfish standpoint, the one thing that bothered me on that Sunday was that the National Football League championship game was on and I’d really wanted to see it on our new TV. The game was between the NY Giants (my favorite team at the time) and the Green Bay Packers. Jay was able to get a radio to play inside the building (all the metal used in the construction effectively blocked most radio signals) so that, somewhat, appeased me. In a way I wished I hadn’t been able to hear it as I remember the Giants got beaten very badly.
Again, we worked until dark. I’d been able to get my reports processed and printed but Jay still had work to do. As we left I told him I’d come in at about noon on New Years day to see how it was going for him. As I left the trailer I told Elle I’d only be gone a short time. Again, it was after dark when we finished. I know Jay appreciated my help but I also knew Elle would be upset. Of the many things that I’d talked to Jay about one was on the possibility of him designing and helping me to build a playhouse for my kids. Jay, very much like me, didn’t know how to say “no”. As we left I reminded him of that and asked if he’d stop by and let Elle know. I hoped that it would take some of the “heat” off me for having worked the whole weekend. He did and his presence made my night a little more tolerable. Now we just had to find the time to do it.
I got in early on Monday to work on payroll and was surprised to find Jo already there. I don’t remember what time it was but it was refreshing to see her there. The rest of the women in the general work area would kind of “hover” outside the doors to the office until almost 9am and then come in together. I just couldn't understand their thinking. I noticed immediately that Jo was dressed as nicely as she’d been for the interview. I wont go as far as to say that most of the other females didn’t dress nicely, (there was a dress code: skirts or dresses for the women and coats and ties for the men) but, with the exception of the two younger females, the best way to describe their appearance was “frumpy”. Jo looked great... another tight fitting skirt with the hem just above the knee and a frilly white blouse. (NOTE: Mini skirts were just appearing on the fashion scene but had not reached our rural area. A skirt or dress above the knee was, for most males, a sight to behold.) What I noticed was that the color of her skirt was decidedly lighter than the one she’d worn on Friday which, early on, provided me with a nice VPL (visible panty line). I liked what I was seeing!
To be continued...
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
A BRIGHT FUTURE... busy but happy (Part 68a)
I had a long list of things that needed to be done when I got up that Tuesday morning. Realistically, the most important should’ve been doing the payroll at work. However, to satisfy Elle I headed to the appliance store first. I knew that John got there way before the store opened to the public so went right to the back door. He was sitting at a cluttered desk, writing. I asked him what he was doing as I’d expected to see him at his workbench, fixing a TV. When he looked up I could see frustration on his face. He was preparing the month end bills and he let me know it wasn’t his favorite job. I asked when he could deliver the new washing machine and he gave me one of those looks that told me it wasn’t the right time to ask that. I backed off on that topic but asked if I could put a TV antenna on my “tab”. He slowly pushed away from the desk and without saying anything reached above his workbench and pulled down a box. As he handed it to me he mumbled something about not being cut out to be a bookeeper. All I wanted to do at that point was to get out of his hair but hearing the word “bookeeper” I immediately thought of Judy. She’d been the bookeeper for her uncle’s farm implement store back in Iowa. I immediately told him about her. He showed some interest but before getting to the point of asking how to get in touch with her he reminded me that his mother was expected back in April. I actually remember smiling as I told him she was pregnant and that she probably wouldn’t be able to work after that anyway. He handed me the phone and told me to give her a call. When I heard her voice answer and told her why I was calling I heard nothing but silence. I had to ask if she was still on the line. I put John on with her and then took off for work.
Everybody seemed to be in a good mood in the office with smiles all around. It was a holdover good attitude from the three day holiday. In the DP area one reason was that Donna, our resident sourpuss keypunch operator, wasn’t in. Whenever she was out of the office, be it on a break, lunch or a day off, the air seemed to be lighter. On this day the “give up” on her absence was that there was a lot of keypunching to be done. Jay had always been able to get permission for Allie to fill in as the “checker” with Linda moving over doing the primary keypunching. When Jay went to Irwin he was turned down. It was both year end and a short work week and he had things that he needed Allie to do. That left Jay in a real bind. He was in the final stages of testing the new appropriations accounting program that was scheduled to go “live” as of the first of the year. Her absence didn’t really affect me as I had all the keypunched changes for the week and had already started processing the Police payroll.
The “news” came from none other than Nina, the resident gossip queen. Linda, on her return from her break, was stopped by Nina and was told that Donna was transferring to the Treasurer’s office to work in the same area as her mother. Linda told us that it had been confirmed by the older lady, Hazel, who’d been transferred into the Audit and Control department from the Treasurer’s office when it officially assumed the payroll function. Jay was livid. Usually, he was almost too laid back. He got up and headed straight for the Controller’s office. When he returned he didn’t say anything. On the rare occasions when he was upset I’d learned to wait until he spoke. I’d come to work prepared to work a little late and when everybody left for the day Jay told me that the “bitch” (Donna) had completely blindsided him. She was still, officially, an employee of the Audit and Control department until the transfer was official but was on “sick leave” and still considered a DP department employee. What that meant was that, technically, Jay wouldn’t be able replace her until the transfer was completed... but that wasn’t going to be the case.
Evidently Jay spelled it out for the Controller that if we didn’t have another Keypuncher immediately he wouldn’t be able to implement the appropriations accounting to done by the computer on the first of the year. It got his attention and even though it wasn’t “kosher”, Jay was told he would be able to interview and hire a new keypuncher as soon as qualified applicants could be contacted. The Controller was going to “pull strings“ to get it done.
When I got home Elle had some news for me. Judy had gotten the job at the appliance store and was to start the next day. Elle said she was VERY appreciative for my help and gave me one of those questioning looks as she did. I had some news for her in that I had a TV antenna. Anxious to see what our new TV was like, I jury rigged it so we got at least one channel. Even with less than optimum positioning, the picture was far better than we’d been used to. For us, at least, things were continuing to go well.
The first keypunch operator applicant showed up for her interview on Thursday. Jay didn’t really have a desk, preferring to work at a table in the middle of the work space. So this sad looking woman came in and was interviewed with machines running all around her. She didn’t stay long. When I asked Jay why he said that she wasn’t interested. She told him that things were ”too chaotic“ for her to handle. The next one showed up on Friday, right at 9am. It was certainly a lot less ”chaotic” at that time of day. I saw her standing in the doorway and pretty much knew that Jay would be interested. She was well dressed, young, fairly attractive and had a big smile on her face, the total antithesis of Donna. Looking at her from across the room she didn’t appear to be nervous at all. I went over and introduced myself and quickly found out that wasn’t the case at all. Her name was Josephina but asked to be called Jo. I took her to the table, provided a chair and told her Jay would be in soon. I went back to my work but couldn’t take my eyes off her. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was wearing a tight fitting, straight skirt and I tried to position myself in such a way that I might get a glimpse of the “magic triangle” but it didn’t happen. When Jay arrived, about fifteen minutes late, I heard her issue a couple of nervous laughs. Jay only chatted with her for maybe ten minutes, at the most, before he got up and led her out of the office. He was back quickly and walking into the room gave me a thumbs up signal. That was a very good sign for a lot of reasons.
To be continued...
I had a long list of things that needed to be done when I got up that Tuesday morning. Realistically, the most important should’ve been doing the payroll at work. However, to satisfy Elle I headed to the appliance store first. I knew that John got there way before the store opened to the public so went right to the back door. He was sitting at a cluttered desk, writing. I asked him what he was doing as I’d expected to see him at his workbench, fixing a TV. When he looked up I could see frustration on his face. He was preparing the month end bills and he let me know it wasn’t his favorite job. I asked when he could deliver the new washing machine and he gave me one of those looks that told me it wasn’t the right time to ask that. I backed off on that topic but asked if I could put a TV antenna on my “tab”. He slowly pushed away from the desk and without saying anything reached above his workbench and pulled down a box. As he handed it to me he mumbled something about not being cut out to be a bookeeper. All I wanted to do at that point was to get out of his hair but hearing the word “bookeeper” I immediately thought of Judy. She’d been the bookeeper for her uncle’s farm implement store back in Iowa. I immediately told him about her. He showed some interest but before getting to the point of asking how to get in touch with her he reminded me that his mother was expected back in April. I actually remember smiling as I told him she was pregnant and that she probably wouldn’t be able to work after that anyway. He handed me the phone and told me to give her a call. When I heard her voice answer and told her why I was calling I heard nothing but silence. I had to ask if she was still on the line. I put John on with her and then took off for work.
Everybody seemed to be in a good mood in the office with smiles all around. It was a holdover good attitude from the three day holiday. In the DP area one reason was that Donna, our resident sourpuss keypunch operator, wasn’t in. Whenever she was out of the office, be it on a break, lunch or a day off, the air seemed to be lighter. On this day the “give up” on her absence was that there was a lot of keypunching to be done. Jay had always been able to get permission for Allie to fill in as the “checker” with Linda moving over doing the primary keypunching. When Jay went to Irwin he was turned down. It was both year end and a short work week and he had things that he needed Allie to do. That left Jay in a real bind. He was in the final stages of testing the new appropriations accounting program that was scheduled to go “live” as of the first of the year. Her absence didn’t really affect me as I had all the keypunched changes for the week and had already started processing the Police payroll.
The “news” came from none other than Nina, the resident gossip queen. Linda, on her return from her break, was stopped by Nina and was told that Donna was transferring to the Treasurer’s office to work in the same area as her mother. Linda told us that it had been confirmed by the older lady, Hazel, who’d been transferred into the Audit and Control department from the Treasurer’s office when it officially assumed the payroll function. Jay was livid. Usually, he was almost too laid back. He got up and headed straight for the Controller’s office. When he returned he didn’t say anything. On the rare occasions when he was upset I’d learned to wait until he spoke. I’d come to work prepared to work a little late and when everybody left for the day Jay told me that the “bitch” (Donna) had completely blindsided him. She was still, officially, an employee of the Audit and Control department until the transfer was official but was on “sick leave” and still considered a DP department employee. What that meant was that, technically, Jay wouldn’t be able replace her until the transfer was completed... but that wasn’t going to be the case.
Evidently Jay spelled it out for the Controller that if we didn’t have another Keypuncher immediately he wouldn’t be able to implement the appropriations accounting to done by the computer on the first of the year. It got his attention and even though it wasn’t “kosher”, Jay was told he would be able to interview and hire a new keypuncher as soon as qualified applicants could be contacted. The Controller was going to “pull strings“ to get it done.
When I got home Elle had some news for me. Judy had gotten the job at the appliance store and was to start the next day. Elle said she was VERY appreciative for my help and gave me one of those questioning looks as she did. I had some news for her in that I had a TV antenna. Anxious to see what our new TV was like, I jury rigged it so we got at least one channel. Even with less than optimum positioning, the picture was far better than we’d been used to. For us, at least, things were continuing to go well.
The first keypunch operator applicant showed up for her interview on Thursday. Jay didn’t really have a desk, preferring to work at a table in the middle of the work space. So this sad looking woman came in and was interviewed with machines running all around her. She didn’t stay long. When I asked Jay why he said that she wasn’t interested. She told him that things were ”too chaotic“ for her to handle. The next one showed up on Friday, right at 9am. It was certainly a lot less ”chaotic” at that time of day. I saw her standing in the doorway and pretty much knew that Jay would be interested. She was well dressed, young, fairly attractive and had a big smile on her face, the total antithesis of Donna. Looking at her from across the room she didn’t appear to be nervous at all. I went over and introduced myself and quickly found out that wasn’t the case at all. Her name was Josephina but asked to be called Jo. I took her to the table, provided a chair and told her Jay would be in soon. I went back to my work but couldn’t take my eyes off her. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. She was wearing a tight fitting, straight skirt and I tried to position myself in such a way that I might get a glimpse of the “magic triangle” but it didn’t happen. When Jay arrived, about fifteen minutes late, I heard her issue a couple of nervous laughs. Jay only chatted with her for maybe ten minutes, at the most, before he got up and led her out of the office. He was back quickly and walking into the room gave me a thumbs up signal. That was a very good sign for a lot of reasons.
To be continued...
Sunday, January 30, 2011
A CLEARING HORIZON... with just a little fog (Part 67k)
Meeting my family was a bit ”trying“ for her. It was four new people for her to ”digest“. My mother was at her charming best and immediately sent all the males off to the hospital. When we returned she had both Judy and Elle helping out in the kitchen. The kids were occupied with the presents my parents had bought them. We’d gotten back a little earlier than expected so the turkey wasn’t ready. There was time for presents and as soon as my mother mentioned it I felt bad for Judy. Here she was, among a group of people who she didn’t really know and was now going to watch them open their presents. But, my mother came through again. The first present she handed out was to Judy. She was really surprised and tried her best to turn it down. It was a beautiful light blue cardigan sweater. The next gift was to Elle and it was a beautiful negligee robe. Even though she didn’t try it on I was excited because it was definitely see through and something I wanted to see her in. (I’d like to explain something here... My mother, who could sometimes be a royal pain, had an amazing ability to make things work out when she wanted to. The sweater had originally been meant for Elle and the robe was something she’d bought for herself as a present from my father) I got a book that I’d casually mentioned I'd like to read. Elle and I bought an oversized magnifying glass for my grandfather to help him read his newspaper and he was really pleased with it. All in all, everybody was happy.
Dinner went very well. My mother was an excellent cook and, as is usual at holiday feasts, we all ate too much. The problem for Elle and I was that we still had to go visit Elle’s parents and eat another meal. Judy, although very quiet, seemed happy just to be around people. We had to take her back to the trailer park before heading for Elle's parents. When we stopped in front of her trailer is when the tears started... again. Elle got out with her and walked her into the trailer. I just couldn’t imagine how she felt.
There were more presents for the kids at Elle’s parent’s house. Her brother was supposed to be home on leave but for some reason wasn’t there. I was somewhat surprised that there was no present(s) for Elle. They’d always come through in the past and this was our fourth Christmas together. We had to stuff ourselves again even though it was after 7pm. The girls had fallen asleep which was a nice respite for Elle and I. When we were gathering the kids up to take them home Elle’s mother came up to her and handed her an envelope and told her not to open it until we were back home. One constant thing about her mother was that she was never secretive, about anything. It was very puzzling, especially to Elle. She wanted to open it while driving home but I told her not to.
We carried the kids into the trailer and put them right down on the sofa. With our coats still on Elle ripped it open. It was a letter but I recognized the name on the letterhead. It was from the appliance store where I’d gotten the TV. Elle scanned down the letter and then let out a shriek. Then she started jumping up and down screaming ”A washing machine! A real washing machine!“
Elle’s mother had heard her complain about not having a ”real“ washing machine since we’d moved back. Doing something that she’d never, ever, done before, she approached my mother about doing something about it for Elle. They got our fathers involved and together bought a new Maytag washer. It all came together once they found out we were getting the new trailer. All Elle’s bouncing around and screams didn’t disturb the kids one bit. With our coats still on we went down to the bathroom and just stood there hugging each other and staring at the space that the new machine would occupy. It was a VERY good Christmas!
We went to bed feeling wonderful. Other than the tears shed by Judy when we took her home everything had gone perfectly. Neither of us had any problem sleeping that night.
To be continued...
Meeting my family was a bit ”trying“ for her. It was four new people for her to ”digest“. My mother was at her charming best and immediately sent all the males off to the hospital. When we returned she had both Judy and Elle helping out in the kitchen. The kids were occupied with the presents my parents had bought them. We’d gotten back a little earlier than expected so the turkey wasn’t ready. There was time for presents and as soon as my mother mentioned it I felt bad for Judy. Here she was, among a group of people who she didn’t really know and was now going to watch them open their presents. But, my mother came through again. The first present she handed out was to Judy. She was really surprised and tried her best to turn it down. It was a beautiful light blue cardigan sweater. The next gift was to Elle and it was a beautiful negligee robe. Even though she didn’t try it on I was excited because it was definitely see through and something I wanted to see her in. (I’d like to explain something here... My mother, who could sometimes be a royal pain, had an amazing ability to make things work out when she wanted to. The sweater had originally been meant for Elle and the robe was something she’d bought for herself as a present from my father) I got a book that I’d casually mentioned I'd like to read. Elle and I bought an oversized magnifying glass for my grandfather to help him read his newspaper and he was really pleased with it. All in all, everybody was happy.
Dinner went very well. My mother was an excellent cook and, as is usual at holiday feasts, we all ate too much. The problem for Elle and I was that we still had to go visit Elle’s parents and eat another meal. Judy, although very quiet, seemed happy just to be around people. We had to take her back to the trailer park before heading for Elle's parents. When we stopped in front of her trailer is when the tears started... again. Elle got out with her and walked her into the trailer. I just couldn’t imagine how she felt.
There were more presents for the kids at Elle’s parent’s house. Her brother was supposed to be home on leave but for some reason wasn’t there. I was somewhat surprised that there was no present(s) for Elle. They’d always come through in the past and this was our fourth Christmas together. We had to stuff ourselves again even though it was after 7pm. The girls had fallen asleep which was a nice respite for Elle and I. When we were gathering the kids up to take them home Elle’s mother came up to her and handed her an envelope and told her not to open it until we were back home. One constant thing about her mother was that she was never secretive, about anything. It was very puzzling, especially to Elle. She wanted to open it while driving home but I told her not to.
We carried the kids into the trailer and put them right down on the sofa. With our coats still on Elle ripped it open. It was a letter but I recognized the name on the letterhead. It was from the appliance store where I’d gotten the TV. Elle scanned down the letter and then let out a shriek. Then she started jumping up and down screaming ”A washing machine! A real washing machine!“
Elle’s mother had heard her complain about not having a ”real“ washing machine since we’d moved back. Doing something that she’d never, ever, done before, she approached my mother about doing something about it for Elle. They got our fathers involved and together bought a new Maytag washer. It all came together once they found out we were getting the new trailer. All Elle’s bouncing around and screams didn’t disturb the kids one bit. With our coats still on we went down to the bathroom and just stood there hugging each other and staring at the space that the new machine would occupy. It was a VERY good Christmas!
We went to bed feeling wonderful. Other than the tears shed by Judy when we took her home everything had gone perfectly. Neither of us had any problem sleeping that night.
To be continued...
Friday, January 28, 2011
A CLEARING HORIZON... with just a little fog (Part 67j)
The main project for Sunday was to replace the temporary ”fencing“ I’d put up to try to keep people from getting into the mud that was our yard. As I mentioned before, the pad was created too late in the season for grass to grow so all I had was a yard made up of wet topsoil. I knew that not having a yard for the kids to play in would be somewhat of a problem but really had no choice. I had enough material left over from when I fenced in the yard for the old trailer to keep people from stepping off the path to the patio and door. I also knew that the picket fencing that had been damaged when the ”boys“ placed the first of the 60 foot trailers was still out by the work shed. My plan was to put that across the front and hope for the best. When I went out the door everybody was still asleep. I’d hoped to get another ”peek“ at Judy’s bottom but she had the blanket over it as I walked past.
By late morning I had the posts in place so took a break. Judy was about to leave as Lance was due back before 1pm. I hadn’t yet told her that she was invited to go with us to my grandfather’s for Christmas dinner. I decided to wait until Christmas morning to do it. Lance had to be back on base at midnight and wouldn’t be back until around 7pm Christmas day. I wanted to make it a surprise for Judy and really didn’t want Lance’s input involved with her decision making.
I got what I wanted done a far as the fencing was concerned before dark. One of the family traditions that I was able to convince Elle to adopt was to hold off putting the Christmas tree up until Christmas eve and leaving it for ”Santa“ to decorate. As soon as supper was over I got that done. We read ”The Night Before Christmas“ to the girls before putting them to bed. The oldest was too wound up to sleep which meant we couldn’t do much in the way of decorating until it was quite late. And, I still had to put the jumping horse we’d bought for Jean together as well as find a way to bring the new TV in without Elle seeing it. Elle finally gave up around 11pm and took Jean into our bed and lay down with her. That left me to do all the decorating. It was after 1am when I had everything about done. I knew Elle needed to be woken up for a bathroom visit, especially since she wasn’t wearing a ”package“. I put Jean in her own bed and waited until Elle went back into our bedroom before I made my last trip outside to fetch the TV and the stand for it.
I was really tired. But, I woke up completely when I realized that there was no antenna to connect the TV to. The whole deal about leaving the old TV for Lance and Judy had come up so quickly that I hadn’t thought the whole thing out and completely forgot about an antenna for the new TV. I felt so stupid but there was nothing I could do until Tuesday. Even though it was close to 3am when I fell into bed I was wide awake. I heard Elle get up for her bathroom visit and then a little later heard Jean crying. One rule we enforced was that she was not to get out of bed without one of us there so, being half awake, I got up but so did Elle. We went down to Jean’s room and sat on her bed with her. It was becoming obvious that she didn’t like sleeping alone. When I determined it was almost 6am we decided to let her go out in the living room to see what Santa had brought. Her diaper was soaked but Elle let her go anyway. When she saw that horse it was all over. She was on it right away... and wouldn’t get off of it. When a small puddle appeared underneath it Elle had to pull her off, crying, to get her cleaned up. By that time the baby was awake. At fifteen months she didn’t understand Christmas so was happy just sitting there ripping up some of the wrapping paper. I’m going to say that Elle had been in the room for over an hour before she ever noticed the TV. I felt dumber after I told her that we couldn’t turn it on because I hadn’t thought of an antenna but she looked at it and discovered that there was a built in antenna, something that our old TV didn't have. We were so far from the city that it didn’t work except to give us a snowy picture from a station about 40 miles away across the Sound. It was enough to say we had TV though. I fully expected to be ”quizzed“ about where I got the money but she spared me that.
While Elle was feeding the girls breakfast I went to invite Judy. I thought I’d have to do some persuading but she readily accepted. We were supposed to get to my grandfather’s house around 11am so that I’d have time to take my father, brother and grandfather to see my grandmother at the hospital and still be back for dinner at 1pm. Elle was finishing up getting the girls dressed when I decided to go get Judy. I knocked on the door and when she opened it I was a bit shocked at what I saw. She had on the maternity outfit that my mother had given Elle to be her ”good“ outfit. A few things went spinning through my mind. First was that she wasn’t showing enough yet to have to wear maternity clothes. Next was the fact that she actually looked pretty wearing it. But third, and most important, was that I knew my mother would have a hissy fit if she saw her gift to Elle on a stranger. Originally I had no intention of going inside the trailer but I bounded up the steps to try and explain the situation. Judy was all apologetic. Since she really didn’t get any presents she thought of Elle’s maternity clothes as a substitute. Thinking that this would be a somewhat formal affair she chose the obvious. In that vein I had to laugh. Other than my grandfather who always wore a suit and tie on Sundays and holidays we were all dressed ”nice casual“. I encouraged her to quickly pick something else out. She immediately stripped the jacket off and then, just like the night when she'd tried the clothes on, dropped the skirt right there on the floor. She had on a slip and just as she picked up a pair of gray slacks proceeded to pull that down as well. It was like deja-vu only this time Elle wasn’t there to give me that "look". I only had a few seconds to take this all in as she was very efficient with her dressing. But I had enough of a view to create a bit of a problem in my pants.
To be continued...
The main project for Sunday was to replace the temporary ”fencing“ I’d put up to try to keep people from getting into the mud that was our yard. As I mentioned before, the pad was created too late in the season for grass to grow so all I had was a yard made up of wet topsoil. I knew that not having a yard for the kids to play in would be somewhat of a problem but really had no choice. I had enough material left over from when I fenced in the yard for the old trailer to keep people from stepping off the path to the patio and door. I also knew that the picket fencing that had been damaged when the ”boys“ placed the first of the 60 foot trailers was still out by the work shed. My plan was to put that across the front and hope for the best. When I went out the door everybody was still asleep. I’d hoped to get another ”peek“ at Judy’s bottom but she had the blanket over it as I walked past.
By late morning I had the posts in place so took a break. Judy was about to leave as Lance was due back before 1pm. I hadn’t yet told her that she was invited to go with us to my grandfather’s for Christmas dinner. I decided to wait until Christmas morning to do it. Lance had to be back on base at midnight and wouldn’t be back until around 7pm Christmas day. I wanted to make it a surprise for Judy and really didn’t want Lance’s input involved with her decision making.
I got what I wanted done a far as the fencing was concerned before dark. One of the family traditions that I was able to convince Elle to adopt was to hold off putting the Christmas tree up until Christmas eve and leaving it for ”Santa“ to decorate. As soon as supper was over I got that done. We read ”The Night Before Christmas“ to the girls before putting them to bed. The oldest was too wound up to sleep which meant we couldn’t do much in the way of decorating until it was quite late. And, I still had to put the jumping horse we’d bought for Jean together as well as find a way to bring the new TV in without Elle seeing it. Elle finally gave up around 11pm and took Jean into our bed and lay down with her. That left me to do all the decorating. It was after 1am when I had everything about done. I knew Elle needed to be woken up for a bathroom visit, especially since she wasn’t wearing a ”package“. I put Jean in her own bed and waited until Elle went back into our bedroom before I made my last trip outside to fetch the TV and the stand for it.
I was really tired. But, I woke up completely when I realized that there was no antenna to connect the TV to. The whole deal about leaving the old TV for Lance and Judy had come up so quickly that I hadn’t thought the whole thing out and completely forgot about an antenna for the new TV. I felt so stupid but there was nothing I could do until Tuesday. Even though it was close to 3am when I fell into bed I was wide awake. I heard Elle get up for her bathroom visit and then a little later heard Jean crying. One rule we enforced was that she was not to get out of bed without one of us there so, being half awake, I got up but so did Elle. We went down to Jean’s room and sat on her bed with her. It was becoming obvious that she didn’t like sleeping alone. When I determined it was almost 6am we decided to let her go out in the living room to see what Santa had brought. Her diaper was soaked but Elle let her go anyway. When she saw that horse it was all over. She was on it right away... and wouldn’t get off of it. When a small puddle appeared underneath it Elle had to pull her off, crying, to get her cleaned up. By that time the baby was awake. At fifteen months she didn’t understand Christmas so was happy just sitting there ripping up some of the wrapping paper. I’m going to say that Elle had been in the room for over an hour before she ever noticed the TV. I felt dumber after I told her that we couldn’t turn it on because I hadn’t thought of an antenna but she looked at it and discovered that there was a built in antenna, something that our old TV didn't have. We were so far from the city that it didn’t work except to give us a snowy picture from a station about 40 miles away across the Sound. It was enough to say we had TV though. I fully expected to be ”quizzed“ about where I got the money but she spared me that.
While Elle was feeding the girls breakfast I went to invite Judy. I thought I’d have to do some persuading but she readily accepted. We were supposed to get to my grandfather’s house around 11am so that I’d have time to take my father, brother and grandfather to see my grandmother at the hospital and still be back for dinner at 1pm. Elle was finishing up getting the girls dressed when I decided to go get Judy. I knocked on the door and when she opened it I was a bit shocked at what I saw. She had on the maternity outfit that my mother had given Elle to be her ”good“ outfit. A few things went spinning through my mind. First was that she wasn’t showing enough yet to have to wear maternity clothes. Next was the fact that she actually looked pretty wearing it. But third, and most important, was that I knew my mother would have a hissy fit if she saw her gift to Elle on a stranger. Originally I had no intention of going inside the trailer but I bounded up the steps to try and explain the situation. Judy was all apologetic. Since she really didn’t get any presents she thought of Elle’s maternity clothes as a substitute. Thinking that this would be a somewhat formal affair she chose the obvious. In that vein I had to laugh. Other than my grandfather who always wore a suit and tie on Sundays and holidays we were all dressed ”nice casual“. I encouraged her to quickly pick something else out. She immediately stripped the jacket off and then, just like the night when she'd tried the clothes on, dropped the skirt right there on the floor. She had on a slip and just as she picked up a pair of gray slacks proceeded to pull that down as well. It was like deja-vu only this time Elle wasn’t there to give me that "look". I only had a few seconds to take this all in as she was very efficient with her dressing. But I had enough of a view to create a bit of a problem in my pants.
To be continued...
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
A CLEARING HORIZON... with just a little fog (Part 67i)
She’d told me back when I'd picked her up that it was her first time flying and was really scared. In the diary she went into great detail. It was in Chicago that she got into a real panic when she got lost trying to find the connecting flight. She never got a chance to eat or to go to a restroom and barely made the flight. Then, right after it took off the plane started “bouncing” and she started to cry. When the plane “fell” she remembered screaming and then then holding her breath. When it finally stopped falling and she started breathing again she realized something was wrong because her seat felt warm. That was when she’d wet herself. There were a lot of her thoughts but the next “good” part for me was after I’d met up with her. I was really surprised to read that she’d also wet herself right after realizing that her suitcase was lost. I’d been standing right there but I had no idea at all. All I could remember was her standing there next to me, crying. Then, I read further on and found that she’d wet herself a third time when I almost rear ended a car on our way to the trailer. The bulge in my pants was huge. In a way I was mad that I hadn’t picked up on her distress but, as I thought about it, I was pretty stressed myself. I hadn’t wanted to pick her up in the first place, the plane was late and I was worried about when the new trailer would arrive. When I put the diary down I wondered how long it would take my bulge to “deflate”.
While standing there I remembered the drawer with her panties. All the lights were still on in the trailer and wanting to turn them was my "excuse" for heading for our old bedroom. I pulled the drawer that I'd noted open and saw the pile of panties. Taking close note of how they were folded I pulled one out at a time. They were all the Lollipop cotton band leg panties but, unlike the wet pair I’d seen in the bathroom with double material in the back, they were like normal panties with only a single rear panel. Then I discovered that the size wasn’t a teen size like the wet ones were but were a women's size 5, the same as Elle wore. I looked at the crotches of all of them and saw there was only slight discoloration in them. In thinking about taking one, because there were so few I knew if I took one Judy would surely know that it was me. I put them all back.
“Playing” with the panties did nothing to help my bulge so I decided to take a round about way back to my trailer. With the cold weather it went down fairly quickly and I could feel the wetness of the pre cum. It felt like there was quite a bit and I worried that it might show. However, it was well worth the discomfort. I’d learned a lot.
When I walked back in I saw Judy sitting on one end of the sofa and Elle on the other. I could see that she was or had been crying and the wash cloth in her hands confirmed it. She immediately got up and went down the hall. Elle said that almost as soon as I left she broke down. Elle explained that not only was Judy homesick but that things had not been going well with Lance. Except for when they were in bed he’d been “distant”, not listening to her. I listened to what Elle told me but when I’d talked with Lance he seemed like he was sincere about his concerns for her. I wondered which story was the right one. Elle proceeded to remind me that she was only 18 and this was her first time away from home. On top of that it was Christmas. She also reminded me that she had felt the same way her first Christmas away from home. At this point I was too tired to even try to think and decided to "go with the flow"..
Judy looked much better when she reappeared. Most of the redness was gone from around her eyes and as she walked into the room apologized for being a “baby“. Because of all the things going on Elle never had a chance to bake cookies. Her original plan had been to do it with Jean, our oldest, to expose her to the process. In the course of Judy’s ”breakdown“ she had mentioned that one of the things she missed the most was not making cookies with her mother. Before Judy got a chance to sit down Elle got up and suggested that they go bake some cookies. It was probably past 10pm when she made the suggestion but Judy’s enthusiastic response left Elle no choice but to go through with it.
It had been an incredibly long day for all of us and there was a lot of things I had to do on Sunday so I wished them well and headed for bed. I love cookies fresh out of the oven but I decided I needed sleep more than cookies at that time. I heard Elle come to bed but didn’t talk with her. She was pretty much ”out cold“ when I heard Jean, the older one crying. I got up immediately and headed down the hall to her room. Just as I got there I saw Judy duck in into her room, the first one after the living room. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and when she bent over to pick Jean up I got a good view of her panties. We'd not had time to think of or to buy curtains for the bedrooms and the light from the street lamps was enough for me to see the crotch line of her panties. She carried Jean into the living room and stroking her hair got her to tell her what was wrong. She'd woken up and realized she was all alone, something entirely new for her. I was surprised that she'd accepted Judy so quickly, having only see her for a couple of days. We all sat there in the dark for maybe five minutes and then Judy got up and carried her back to her bed. As she did and covered her up I got another nice view of of her pantied butt cheeks. I think I might’ve said ”thanks“ as we parted and headed in different directions down the hall.
I was still awake when Elle’s next alarm went off. I truly wasn’t all that attracted to Judy but her innocence was intriguing to me. At times she was ”cute“ and at other times rather ”plain“. But what I couldn’t get over was the fact that she seemed to be comfortable in what, for most females, would be considered compromising situations. It was like an unexpected Christmas present for me.
To be continued...
She’d told me back when I'd picked her up that it was her first time flying and was really scared. In the diary she went into great detail. It was in Chicago that she got into a real panic when she got lost trying to find the connecting flight. She never got a chance to eat or to go to a restroom and barely made the flight. Then, right after it took off the plane started “bouncing” and she started to cry. When the plane “fell” she remembered screaming and then then holding her breath. When it finally stopped falling and she started breathing again she realized something was wrong because her seat felt warm. That was when she’d wet herself. There were a lot of her thoughts but the next “good” part for me was after I’d met up with her. I was really surprised to read that she’d also wet herself right after realizing that her suitcase was lost. I’d been standing right there but I had no idea at all. All I could remember was her standing there next to me, crying. Then, I read further on and found that she’d wet herself a third time when I almost rear ended a car on our way to the trailer. The bulge in my pants was huge. In a way I was mad that I hadn’t picked up on her distress but, as I thought about it, I was pretty stressed myself. I hadn’t wanted to pick her up in the first place, the plane was late and I was worried about when the new trailer would arrive. When I put the diary down I wondered how long it would take my bulge to “deflate”.
While standing there I remembered the drawer with her panties. All the lights were still on in the trailer and wanting to turn them was my "excuse" for heading for our old bedroom. I pulled the drawer that I'd noted open and saw the pile of panties. Taking close note of how they were folded I pulled one out at a time. They were all the Lollipop cotton band leg panties but, unlike the wet pair I’d seen in the bathroom with double material in the back, they were like normal panties with only a single rear panel. Then I discovered that the size wasn’t a teen size like the wet ones were but were a women's size 5, the same as Elle wore. I looked at the crotches of all of them and saw there was only slight discoloration in them. In thinking about taking one, because there were so few I knew if I took one Judy would surely know that it was me. I put them all back.
“Playing” with the panties did nothing to help my bulge so I decided to take a round about way back to my trailer. With the cold weather it went down fairly quickly and I could feel the wetness of the pre cum. It felt like there was quite a bit and I worried that it might show. However, it was well worth the discomfort. I’d learned a lot.
When I walked back in I saw Judy sitting on one end of the sofa and Elle on the other. I could see that she was or had been crying and the wash cloth in her hands confirmed it. She immediately got up and went down the hall. Elle said that almost as soon as I left she broke down. Elle explained that not only was Judy homesick but that things had not been going well with Lance. Except for when they were in bed he’d been “distant”, not listening to her. I listened to what Elle told me but when I’d talked with Lance he seemed like he was sincere about his concerns for her. I wondered which story was the right one. Elle proceeded to remind me that she was only 18 and this was her first time away from home. On top of that it was Christmas. She also reminded me that she had felt the same way her first Christmas away from home. At this point I was too tired to even try to think and decided to "go with the flow"..
Judy looked much better when she reappeared. Most of the redness was gone from around her eyes and as she walked into the room apologized for being a “baby“. Because of all the things going on Elle never had a chance to bake cookies. Her original plan had been to do it with Jean, our oldest, to expose her to the process. In the course of Judy’s ”breakdown“ she had mentioned that one of the things she missed the most was not making cookies with her mother. Before Judy got a chance to sit down Elle got up and suggested that they go bake some cookies. It was probably past 10pm when she made the suggestion but Judy’s enthusiastic response left Elle no choice but to go through with it.
It had been an incredibly long day for all of us and there was a lot of things I had to do on Sunday so I wished them well and headed for bed. I love cookies fresh out of the oven but I decided I needed sleep more than cookies at that time. I heard Elle come to bed but didn’t talk with her. She was pretty much ”out cold“ when I heard Jean, the older one crying. I got up immediately and headed down the hall to her room. Just as I got there I saw Judy duck in into her room, the first one after the living room. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and when she bent over to pick Jean up I got a good view of her panties. We'd not had time to think of or to buy curtains for the bedrooms and the light from the street lamps was enough for me to see the crotch line of her panties. She carried Jean into the living room and stroking her hair got her to tell her what was wrong. She'd woken up and realized she was all alone, something entirely new for her. I was surprised that she'd accepted Judy so quickly, having only see her for a couple of days. We all sat there in the dark for maybe five minutes and then Judy got up and carried her back to her bed. As she did and covered her up I got another nice view of of her pantied butt cheeks. I think I might’ve said ”thanks“ as we parted and headed in different directions down the hall.
I was still awake when Elle’s next alarm went off. I truly wasn’t all that attracted to Judy but her innocence was intriguing to me. At times she was ”cute“ and at other times rather ”plain“. But what I couldn’t get over was the fact that she seemed to be comfortable in what, for most females, would be considered compromising situations. It was like an unexpected Christmas present for me.
To be continued...
Monday, January 24, 2011
A CLEARING HORIZON... with just a little fog (Part 67h)
Lance got back just before 7am and, hearing him, I got right up. I wanted to tell him the status of the move and indicated that, hopefully, we’d be out by noon. He had to be back on base at 6pm and wouldn’t be back until noon on Sunday. We were talking in the kitchen as Judy was still asleep. He told me that he was concerned about Judy because she wasn’t all that happy that she’d be all alone on her first night in the trailer. I told him that it was her third night but my attempt at humor didn’t “fly”.
The move went way better than anything else had gone with this whole exercise. The “boys” were there on time and all the things that needed to be done went without a hitch. Being a Saturday (and Winter time) both Jim and Andy were there to help out. Judy took care of the kids and Elle supervised where the things coming from the old trailer were to go. When it came time to move the TV I told Lance that it was his "Christmas present". With all the things that had to be put away in the new trailer I was sure Elle wouldn’t miss it. The last of our things left the old trailer before noon. Elise, Mac’s wife had made up sandwiches for lunch and Jim’s wife promised us a supper which took a lot of pressure off Elle.
For my part, I was truly amazed at just how much more storage space we now had. The trailer was only 19 feet longer but it seemed like we doubled the space. With Ann, the younger one at around 15 months, Elle felt that she was too young to be sleeping in a bed so we put the crib in the third bedroom. That meant that Jean, the older one would be sleeping alone for the first time. By the time that Jim knocked on the door with our supper, we’d managed to get almost everything put away. The only complaint we had was that everything in the trailer was cold since it had been without heat since it left the factory. The heat worked fine but when you touched anything that had been in the trailer it was cold.
We were putting the girls to bed when it came to me that Judy was alone. Lance had told me that she was not all that happy about it and, after thinking about it a bit, mentioned it to Elle. I’d been looking forward to being in our new home and that first night in it but I couldn’t get my image of Judy at the airport out of my mind. She was scared out of her mind. She’d “warmed up” being around us and the kids but now she was alone again... and it was the Christmas season. I hesitated for a while before asking Elle if we shouldn't go ask her to join us. If I were to describe the look on her face it would have been one of resignation. She knew it was the right thing to do even if she didn’t want to. Our phone wasn’t going to be changed and connected until after Christmas so I had to go down to the trailer to see if she wanted to come over. It took three separate times knocking on the door to get her to answer and then she only spoke through the closed door. When she finally recognized my voice she opened the door. She had every light on that she could and there was no doubt that the look on her face was one of fear. If I was one of those “huggy” types I would have gone up and wrapped my arms around her. But I didn’t. I invited her to come on over to our trailer. Nothing more than to just come over. I didn’t have to plead.
Elle showed Judy through the whole trailer with everything pretty much in place and when done we sat in our new living room. We all seemed so far apart what with the extra eight feet. By then she was fairly comfortable and suddenly blurted out that my mother had called and she’d forgotten to tell me when I was at the trailer. She dug the key to the trailer out of her pocket and handed it over to me. I couldn’t imagine why my mother would call but headed out to find what was up.
It wasn’t anything important. As I’ve written before, Sundays were the designated day I’d drive my grandfather to the hospital to see my grandmother. With Christmas on Monday he wanted to wait until then to go to see her so I didn’t have to go over to see him. While chatting with her I remembered that Lance would be on duty on Christmas day until 6pm, meaning that Judy would be alone all day. Impulsively, I asked if it would be OK to bring Judy for Christmas dinner. There was silence on the other end of the line and then, the soft side of my mother came out and she answered, “Sure. Why not?”
I was just about to leave when I saw Judy’s diary lying on the sofa. I knew it was wrong but I went over and started to read it. There were some very flattering things written about both Elle and I but it was when I flipped back to the day she arrived that I got excited. In detail was everything that had happened that day. I was skimming through it knowing that if I took too long Elle would wonder what was wrong but I ended up reading and then re-reading what she'd written that day.
To be continued...
Lance got back just before 7am and, hearing him, I got right up. I wanted to tell him the status of the move and indicated that, hopefully, we’d be out by noon. He had to be back on base at 6pm and wouldn’t be back until noon on Sunday. We were talking in the kitchen as Judy was still asleep. He told me that he was concerned about Judy because she wasn’t all that happy that she’d be all alone on her first night in the trailer. I told him that it was her third night but my attempt at humor didn’t “fly”.
The move went way better than anything else had gone with this whole exercise. The “boys” were there on time and all the things that needed to be done went without a hitch. Being a Saturday (and Winter time) both Jim and Andy were there to help out. Judy took care of the kids and Elle supervised where the things coming from the old trailer were to go. When it came time to move the TV I told Lance that it was his "Christmas present". With all the things that had to be put away in the new trailer I was sure Elle wouldn’t miss it. The last of our things left the old trailer before noon. Elise, Mac’s wife had made up sandwiches for lunch and Jim’s wife promised us a supper which took a lot of pressure off Elle.
For my part, I was truly amazed at just how much more storage space we now had. The trailer was only 19 feet longer but it seemed like we doubled the space. With Ann, the younger one at around 15 months, Elle felt that she was too young to be sleeping in a bed so we put the crib in the third bedroom. That meant that Jean, the older one would be sleeping alone for the first time. By the time that Jim knocked on the door with our supper, we’d managed to get almost everything put away. The only complaint we had was that everything in the trailer was cold since it had been without heat since it left the factory. The heat worked fine but when you touched anything that had been in the trailer it was cold.
We were putting the girls to bed when it came to me that Judy was alone. Lance had told me that she was not all that happy about it and, after thinking about it a bit, mentioned it to Elle. I’d been looking forward to being in our new home and that first night in it but I couldn’t get my image of Judy at the airport out of my mind. She was scared out of her mind. She’d “warmed up” being around us and the kids but now she was alone again... and it was the Christmas season. I hesitated for a while before asking Elle if we shouldn't go ask her to join us. If I were to describe the look on her face it would have been one of resignation. She knew it was the right thing to do even if she didn’t want to. Our phone wasn’t going to be changed and connected until after Christmas so I had to go down to the trailer to see if she wanted to come over. It took three separate times knocking on the door to get her to answer and then she only spoke through the closed door. When she finally recognized my voice she opened the door. She had every light on that she could and there was no doubt that the look on her face was one of fear. If I was one of those “huggy” types I would have gone up and wrapped my arms around her. But I didn’t. I invited her to come on over to our trailer. Nothing more than to just come over. I didn’t have to plead.
Elle showed Judy through the whole trailer with everything pretty much in place and when done we sat in our new living room. We all seemed so far apart what with the extra eight feet. By then she was fairly comfortable and suddenly blurted out that my mother had called and she’d forgotten to tell me when I was at the trailer. She dug the key to the trailer out of her pocket and handed it over to me. I couldn’t imagine why my mother would call but headed out to find what was up.
It wasn’t anything important. As I’ve written before, Sundays were the designated day I’d drive my grandfather to the hospital to see my grandmother. With Christmas on Monday he wanted to wait until then to go to see her so I didn’t have to go over to see him. While chatting with her I remembered that Lance would be on duty on Christmas day until 6pm, meaning that Judy would be alone all day. Impulsively, I asked if it would be OK to bring Judy for Christmas dinner. There was silence on the other end of the line and then, the soft side of my mother came out and she answered, “Sure. Why not?”
I was just about to leave when I saw Judy’s diary lying on the sofa. I knew it was wrong but I went over and started to read it. There were some very flattering things written about both Elle and I but it was when I flipped back to the day she arrived that I got excited. In detail was everything that had happened that day. I was skimming through it knowing that if I took too long Elle would wonder what was wrong but I ended up reading and then re-reading what she'd written that day.
To be continued...
Saturday, January 22, 2011
A CLEARING HORIZON... with just a little fog (Part 67g)
The “plan“ for the move of our things to the new trailer was that we’d just take the drawers from the old trailer over to it and then empty the contents into the drawers of the new one. Seeing all Judy’s clothes piled on the floor Elle got the idea for us to take the things that were in the drawers in our bedroom and put them into Judy’s suitcase so that she could just move her things from the floor to the drawers. We all thought that was a good idea. I’ve always had a knack for packing so I got to empty out our drawers and to pack them in the suitcase. While we were doing that Elle came across her maternity panties, bras and slips. Remembering that Judy was pregnant and not seeing anything resembling maternity clothing, Elle asked if Judy might be interested in seeing and possibly trying on some of her things. Other than Judy being about two inches shorter than Elle the two were approximately the same size. Judy, embarrassed, I'm sure, because no mention had been made of her condition, initially said she wasn't interested. Elle, not knowing that it wasn't supposed to be public knowledge, pressed on telling her that we had no intention of another baby and that it would be just a waste of money to have to go out and buy clothes. Judy finally gave in under Elle's pressure and Elle went into our closet and brought out a garment bag. When Elle took the clothes out I could see the interest in Judy's eyes. Elle suggested that Judy could try the clothes on and if she wanted them she could just leave them in the closet and it would be one less thing for us to move.
The first item was a wool suit that my mother had brought for Elle so she'd have "something good to wear", a "dig" at us because we'd eloped. Judy took it into our bedroom and after a few minutes returned. I honestly don't remember the dialog between the two but Elle suggested that she take the hem up and asked Judy to let her have the skirt. Much to my disbelief (and great pleasure) she unbuttoned it and took it off right there in the living room. Elle immediately turned to me and told me not to look. There was a fat chance that was going to happen! But Judy then said that it was OK because she had three brothers and was used to it. (Thank you Judy!) In any case it was Elle who was uncomfortable and she suggested that Judy change into the other clothes in the bedroom. She proceeded to bend over to pick up a pair of slacks giving me an incredible crotch view and then stepped over the stuff on the floor and headed into the bedroom. I knew I'd have sweet dreams when we went to bed!
Once the "show" was over it was time to get back to packing our clothes into Judy's suitcase. Unfortunately, we had more stuff than could be put in the one suitcase. There was one drawer that I didn't bring out and that was the one with Elle’s panties. While Judy was in the process of changing Elle had told me not to so as not to embarrass her. I have no idea how many were in the drawer but it had to be almost three dozen by that time. In any case I did what I was asked.
Since it was going to be Judy’s and Lance’s home we deferred to Judy to pack her things away. We picked them up from the floor and brought them in to her. When It came time for the panties and bras I made sure I saw just which drawer they went into. With one more night to sleep in that room I hoped I’d be able to get a close look at her ”goodies“.
When Elle and I went to bed, Judy, who’d found her diary in her suitcase, stayed up to bring it up to date. Because she did we shut the door into our bedroom to keep out the light. Elle wasn’t too happy about that from the standpoint of not being able to hear the girls if they woke up during the night. I was still keyed up about getting into the new trailer so had a hard time getting to sleep but kept going over in my mind the beautiful ”view“ that Judy had given me. But sleep finally came and it was Elle who heard the knock on our bedroom door. It was Judy with our youngest in her arms, whimpering. Elle told her to come in and turned on the light. It took a minute or so for me to wake up and for my eyes to get used to the light but when they did I they saw Judy standing in the doorway with nothing on her lower body but her panties. The baby had hooked her footed sleeper under the bottom of her pajama tops and pulled it up so that from where I was I could see the waist elastic. Elle jumped out of bed to take the baby and for a few seconds I had ”double vision”, looking at two young women standing in my bedroom with their panties showing, only Elle’s were plastic. Oh for a camera!. The two of them went out into the living room and I waited for a minute or so. When I finally stuck my head out into the living room I saw the two of them sitting on the edge of the sofabed cooing at the baby, totally oblivious to the fact they they were only partially dressed. Elle saw me and instead of chastising me for “peeking” asked if I’d warm a bottle for the baby. I was in a T shirt and boxers but I came out into the room anyway. As I put the water on to warm the bottle I heard Elle apologize for me for not putting my pants on first. Then I heard something I liked as Judy said it didn’t matter because with three brothers she was used to it.
When the bottle was warm I walked back in with it and found Judy sitting on the bed yoga style right behind Elle. I didn’t get a good view but I was impressed with the fact that she seemed to be comfortable as she was. Her pajama bottoms were lying there right on the other side of the bed. I wasn’t going to ask why she’d taken them off but since we kept the heat up for the kids I assumed it was because she’d gotten too warm. It was about 2am when we finally went back to bed.
To be continued...
The “plan“ for the move of our things to the new trailer was that we’d just take the drawers from the old trailer over to it and then empty the contents into the drawers of the new one. Seeing all Judy’s clothes piled on the floor Elle got the idea for us to take the things that were in the drawers in our bedroom and put them into Judy’s suitcase so that she could just move her things from the floor to the drawers. We all thought that was a good idea. I’ve always had a knack for packing so I got to empty out our drawers and to pack them in the suitcase. While we were doing that Elle came across her maternity panties, bras and slips. Remembering that Judy was pregnant and not seeing anything resembling maternity clothing, Elle asked if Judy might be interested in seeing and possibly trying on some of her things. Other than Judy being about two inches shorter than Elle the two were approximately the same size. Judy, embarrassed, I'm sure, because no mention had been made of her condition, initially said she wasn't interested. Elle, not knowing that it wasn't supposed to be public knowledge, pressed on telling her that we had no intention of another baby and that it would be just a waste of money to have to go out and buy clothes. Judy finally gave in under Elle's pressure and Elle went into our closet and brought out a garment bag. When Elle took the clothes out I could see the interest in Judy's eyes. Elle suggested that Judy could try the clothes on and if she wanted them she could just leave them in the closet and it would be one less thing for us to move.
The first item was a wool suit that my mother had brought for Elle so she'd have "something good to wear", a "dig" at us because we'd eloped. Judy took it into our bedroom and after a few minutes returned. I honestly don't remember the dialog between the two but Elle suggested that she take the hem up and asked Judy to let her have the skirt. Much to my disbelief (and great pleasure) she unbuttoned it and took it off right there in the living room. Elle immediately turned to me and told me not to look. There was a fat chance that was going to happen! But Judy then said that it was OK because she had three brothers and was used to it. (Thank you Judy!) In any case it was Elle who was uncomfortable and she suggested that Judy change into the other clothes in the bedroom. She proceeded to bend over to pick up a pair of slacks giving me an incredible crotch view and then stepped over the stuff on the floor and headed into the bedroom. I knew I'd have sweet dreams when we went to bed!
Once the "show" was over it was time to get back to packing our clothes into Judy's suitcase. Unfortunately, we had more stuff than could be put in the one suitcase. There was one drawer that I didn't bring out and that was the one with Elle’s panties. While Judy was in the process of changing Elle had told me not to so as not to embarrass her. I have no idea how many were in the drawer but it had to be almost three dozen by that time. In any case I did what I was asked.
Since it was going to be Judy’s and Lance’s home we deferred to Judy to pack her things away. We picked them up from the floor and brought them in to her. When It came time for the panties and bras I made sure I saw just which drawer they went into. With one more night to sleep in that room I hoped I’d be able to get a close look at her ”goodies“.
When Elle and I went to bed, Judy, who’d found her diary in her suitcase, stayed up to bring it up to date. Because she did we shut the door into our bedroom to keep out the light. Elle wasn’t too happy about that from the standpoint of not being able to hear the girls if they woke up during the night. I was still keyed up about getting into the new trailer so had a hard time getting to sleep but kept going over in my mind the beautiful ”view“ that Judy had given me. But sleep finally came and it was Elle who heard the knock on our bedroom door. It was Judy with our youngest in her arms, whimpering. Elle told her to come in and turned on the light. It took a minute or so for me to wake up and for my eyes to get used to the light but when they did I they saw Judy standing in the doorway with nothing on her lower body but her panties. The baby had hooked her footed sleeper under the bottom of her pajama tops and pulled it up so that from where I was I could see the waist elastic. Elle jumped out of bed to take the baby and for a few seconds I had ”double vision”, looking at two young women standing in my bedroom with their panties showing, only Elle’s were plastic. Oh for a camera!. The two of them went out into the living room and I waited for a minute or so. When I finally stuck my head out into the living room I saw the two of them sitting on the edge of the sofabed cooing at the baby, totally oblivious to the fact they they were only partially dressed. Elle saw me and instead of chastising me for “peeking” asked if I’d warm a bottle for the baby. I was in a T shirt and boxers but I came out into the room anyway. As I put the water on to warm the bottle I heard Elle apologize for me for not putting my pants on first. Then I heard something I liked as Judy said it didn’t matter because with three brothers she was used to it.
When the bottle was warm I walked back in with it and found Judy sitting on the bed yoga style right behind Elle. I didn’t get a good view but I was impressed with the fact that she seemed to be comfortable as she was. Her pajama bottoms were lying there right on the other side of the bed. I wasn’t going to ask why she’d taken them off but since we kept the heat up for the kids I assumed it was because she’d gotten too warm. It was about 2am when we finally went back to bed.
To be continued...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
A CLEARING HORIZON... with just a little fog (Part 67f)
I certainly wasn’t in the Christmas spirit after hearing all of that so when Elle called me into the girls bedroom to tell me that I had to go downtown to get the present we had on layaway for the oldest I was definitely not happy. Elle, when shopping for clothes for the kids for Christmas (basically, they were to be their presents especially for the younger one) the older daughter had seen this horse that was suspended on a stand with four springs. She had climbed on it and when Elle was ready to leave she wouldn’t get off, causing a bit of a scene. Elle persuaded me that, even with our tight finances, at the age of 2 1/2 she was entitled to at least one toy, especially if it was something that she really wanted.
I ate my dinner in silence with Judy occupying the kids. Concerned about the weather for the weekend and how it might affect our move I turned on the TV. It was while I stood up to turn it on that I realized that in all the planning we’d done concerning the move we’d forgotten about the TV. This was the same one that I bought at an auction right after we’d bought the trailer. It was what was then called a table top model complete with a wood case but designed to sit on a table. Like all the TV’s from the 50’s it was quite large and quite heavy. It had been perfect for us because whoever designed the trailer they made a built in place for it and that’s pretty much how we’d forgotten about it. Out of sight; out of mind. What concerned me the most was that there absolutely was no place for it in the new trailer. It was just another aggravation to add to the list.
Stores were open late on Friday’s and with it being the next to last shopping day before Christmas I didn’t have to rush. At the toy store I paid off the last money due and loaded the box into the station wagon. I’d parked behind the store and as I was headed home had to go past the appliance store. When I was doing the maintenance at the park I’d become friends with the son of the owner as he did the repairs for the store. I actually drove on past before I got the idea to go in and to see if he might have a reasonably priced used ”portable“ TV. I think I told you that his father and mine were good boyhood friends and that my grandfather did a lot of business with them. In any case, when I walked in the back door I saw John working at the bench with a relatively small TV playing along side him. After the usual, ”how are yas“ I asked. Almost without blinking he pointed to the TV on the bench. I knew from seeing ads that this was a very new TV with a feature called ”Instant On“. Instead of tubes printed circuits were used which didn’t need minutes to warm up before the TV would actually go on. Initially I told him I couldn’t afford it but he told me that he’d sell it to me for $50. I couldn’t believe the price. I knew from the ads that they went for something like $140 or even more. The he explained that this was actually the first one they’d sold and the person who bought it had problems with it. Long story short, the manufacturer came though with a brand new one and John ended up keeping the defective one. He told me he played and played with it and as far as he could see there was nothing wrong with it at all. It had been playing on the bench all week long. I didn’t have $50 and told him so. he smiled and said he knew where I lived and unplugged the set.
As a ”portable” it could sit on a table but even with our expanded living room (or soon to be) there was no room for another table, especially with the toy horse I had out in the back of the station wagon. Just then John’s father walked in from the front of the store. He spoke to John and I overheard him mention his wife, John’s mother. I then asked where she was because I knew she worked at the store both as a salesperson but also did the billing. Between the two they explained that she had some health problems and that if everything went well she would be back in April. I expressed my concern and best wishes. That whole exchange only took a minute and then it was back to business. John then asked his father to get a TV stand that would hold the TV on the bench. At that point all I was thinking about was how was I going to pay for all of it. When the father showed up with the stand we went back into the shop and John and the TV were gone. The back door was open and when we got there I could see that the TV was already in the back of the station wagon. I thanked them both profusely and wished them as merry a Christmas as they could have under the circumstances.
I really didn’t know how to explain the TV (and stand) to Elle so decided against it, parking the wagon in front of the new trailer. By the time I got back to Elle and Judy it was well after 9pm. Lance was back on base until 6am so there wasn’t much for us to do. One thing I had noticed was that Judys’ blue coat and her skirt was no longer in the bathroom. Elle had mentioned that she’d taken Judy all around town showing her where important things were located. I figured that they had taken the things to the cleaners while out. We turned on the TV and shortly thereafter there was a knock on the door. When I opened it I saw this black man with a cap with an airline logo on it asking if he had the right location while reading off my address. When I told him "yes" he handed me a suitcase. I asked Judy if it was hers and by the look on her face I knew it was. I think I had maybe a dollars worth of change in my pocket so I gave it to the man and shut the door.
No sooner had I done that when I saw Judy undoing the straps on the suitcase. I didn’t say anything but took a seat at the table and proceeded to watch as she took everything out and made neat piles of the different things. It was obvious that this bag contained her “everyday” clothes. I, of course, was wondering if she’d actually pull out her panties and bras what with me there. It didn’t take long for the answer as I saw a stack of panties, maybe six or so, stacked next to the bag. I don’t think I took my eyes of them until she’d found what she was looking for. She’d put her Christmas present for Lance in the bag, carefully burying it among her sweaters. It was an engraved ID bracelet. Once she found it she seemed to relax again.
To be continued...
I certainly wasn’t in the Christmas spirit after hearing all of that so when Elle called me into the girls bedroom to tell me that I had to go downtown to get the present we had on layaway for the oldest I was definitely not happy. Elle, when shopping for clothes for the kids for Christmas (basically, they were to be their presents especially for the younger one) the older daughter had seen this horse that was suspended on a stand with four springs. She had climbed on it and when Elle was ready to leave she wouldn’t get off, causing a bit of a scene. Elle persuaded me that, even with our tight finances, at the age of 2 1/2 she was entitled to at least one toy, especially if it was something that she really wanted.
I ate my dinner in silence with Judy occupying the kids. Concerned about the weather for the weekend and how it might affect our move I turned on the TV. It was while I stood up to turn it on that I realized that in all the planning we’d done concerning the move we’d forgotten about the TV. This was the same one that I bought at an auction right after we’d bought the trailer. It was what was then called a table top model complete with a wood case but designed to sit on a table. Like all the TV’s from the 50’s it was quite large and quite heavy. It had been perfect for us because whoever designed the trailer they made a built in place for it and that’s pretty much how we’d forgotten about it. Out of sight; out of mind. What concerned me the most was that there absolutely was no place for it in the new trailer. It was just another aggravation to add to the list.
Stores were open late on Friday’s and with it being the next to last shopping day before Christmas I didn’t have to rush. At the toy store I paid off the last money due and loaded the box into the station wagon. I’d parked behind the store and as I was headed home had to go past the appliance store. When I was doing the maintenance at the park I’d become friends with the son of the owner as he did the repairs for the store. I actually drove on past before I got the idea to go in and to see if he might have a reasonably priced used ”portable“ TV. I think I told you that his father and mine were good boyhood friends and that my grandfather did a lot of business with them. In any case, when I walked in the back door I saw John working at the bench with a relatively small TV playing along side him. After the usual, ”how are yas“ I asked. Almost without blinking he pointed to the TV on the bench. I knew from seeing ads that this was a very new TV with a feature called ”Instant On“. Instead of tubes printed circuits were used which didn’t need minutes to warm up before the TV would actually go on. Initially I told him I couldn’t afford it but he told me that he’d sell it to me for $50. I couldn’t believe the price. I knew from the ads that they went for something like $140 or even more. The he explained that this was actually the first one they’d sold and the person who bought it had problems with it. Long story short, the manufacturer came though with a brand new one and John ended up keeping the defective one. He told me he played and played with it and as far as he could see there was nothing wrong with it at all. It had been playing on the bench all week long. I didn’t have $50 and told him so. he smiled and said he knew where I lived and unplugged the set.
As a ”portable” it could sit on a table but even with our expanded living room (or soon to be) there was no room for another table, especially with the toy horse I had out in the back of the station wagon. Just then John’s father walked in from the front of the store. He spoke to John and I overheard him mention his wife, John’s mother. I then asked where she was because I knew she worked at the store both as a salesperson but also did the billing. Between the two they explained that she had some health problems and that if everything went well she would be back in April. I expressed my concern and best wishes. That whole exchange only took a minute and then it was back to business. John then asked his father to get a TV stand that would hold the TV on the bench. At that point all I was thinking about was how was I going to pay for all of it. When the father showed up with the stand we went back into the shop and John and the TV were gone. The back door was open and when we got there I could see that the TV was already in the back of the station wagon. I thanked them both profusely and wished them as merry a Christmas as they could have under the circumstances.
I really didn’t know how to explain the TV (and stand) to Elle so decided against it, parking the wagon in front of the new trailer. By the time I got back to Elle and Judy it was well after 9pm. Lance was back on base until 6am so there wasn’t much for us to do. One thing I had noticed was that Judys’ blue coat and her skirt was no longer in the bathroom. Elle had mentioned that she’d taken Judy all around town showing her where important things were located. I figured that they had taken the things to the cleaners while out. We turned on the TV and shortly thereafter there was a knock on the door. When I opened it I saw this black man with a cap with an airline logo on it asking if he had the right location while reading off my address. When I told him "yes" he handed me a suitcase. I asked Judy if it was hers and by the look on her face I knew it was. I think I had maybe a dollars worth of change in my pocket so I gave it to the man and shut the door.
No sooner had I done that when I saw Judy undoing the straps on the suitcase. I didn’t say anything but took a seat at the table and proceeded to watch as she took everything out and made neat piles of the different things. It was obvious that this bag contained her “everyday” clothes. I, of course, was wondering if she’d actually pull out her panties and bras what with me there. It didn’t take long for the answer as I saw a stack of panties, maybe six or so, stacked next to the bag. I don’t think I took my eyes of them until she’d found what she was looking for. She’d put her Christmas present for Lance in the bag, carefully burying it among her sweaters. It was an engraved ID bracelet. Once she found it she seemed to relax again.
To be continued...
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
A CLEARING HORIZON... with just a little fog (Part 67e)
Elle had proceeded to give Judy a ”tour“ of the front end of the trailer and had been headed to the back with her. The ”bulge“ was still there but no longer a major problem as I slid past them and into the living room. It appeared that Judy was still somewhat uncomfortable but decidedly more relaxed by the time they returned. They’d decided that it would be a good idea to open up the sofa bed so that when Lance arrived he could just slip into bed when he arrived. We had to rearrange the furniture so that Elle would still have a clear path to get to the bathroom on her nightly visits. As we were doing it I asked Elle if she’d told Judy about her ”problem“ and she made a face that told me to ”shut up“.
Once that was done Judy asked if Elle had a nightgown or pajamas she could borrow. Elle had worn one or the other right up until we got married. I convinced her that she was only making work for herself because if she had an ”accident“ while asleep it was only more wash for her to do. She’d changed to wearing one of my T shirts along with her "package". When told that Elle didn’t, Judy said she’d just wear the clothes she had on. I was disappointed to hear that. I was already fantasizing seeing her in panties, even if they were Elle’s.
After we’d decided to go to bed it took some prodding on my part but Elle finally went out to tell Judy about the alarm clocks and the reason for them. I didn’t think Elle would be gone all that long but she was. I actually fell asleep waiting for her to return. Even though I was somewhat groggy I asked Elle what they had talked about but she just gave me a ”Sshhhh“ and turned away from me. I’d grown used to the alarms in the middle of the night but other noises like sounds from the kids or any other noises always woke me up. I heard the outside door and immediately sat up in bed. It took a few seconds before I realized it was Lance. I lay there in bed listening to Judy and Lance whispering to each other and I definitely heard Judy say, emphatically, ”No!“ and couldn’t help but smile.
Normally Elle would hear her alarm and just climb out of bed and head for the bathroom. With ”company“, she had dug out her bathrobe and when she got up I saw her struggle to put it on. I decided to take a peek at our visitors while she was gone so got up and looked in on them. Judy was closest to me and I could see that she was snuggled up to Lance’s back. What I noticed was that she was no longer wearing the blouse and was bare shouldered. I saw enough to have the start of a bulge so jumped back into bed before Elle returned. I lay awake for quite a while wondering just what clothes she was still wearing. (7)
In the forefront of my mind was the delivery of the trailer even more so than getting a voyeuristic peek at Judy. Even though the kids were still asleep I got up as soon as I woke up. Depending on their route, oversized trailers were often required to go through the city at night and I was hoping and praying that this was the case with mine. I slipped on my clothes without getting washed up wanting to get out to the display lot to see if, indeed, it had arrived. As I tiptoed out into the living room I saw Judy, naked from the waist up, lying on her back with Lance’s arm draped over her midsection. It was amazing how fast my focus changed! There was noting special about her breasts but the sight of a nubile young thing lying there like that was certainly attention getting. There was very little light but enough to see her nipples. I didn’t dwell there long not wanting to be caught, especially by Lance.
My prayers had been answered. The trailer was there, covered with a film of road salt. The blue color was almost completely gone making the trailer look like it was all white. The ”boys“ and the park maintenance man didn’t arrive until 8am but I stayed and waited for them. I wanted to know just when they would place the unit on the pad. Ben was the first one there and he, being the dour one, wasn’t too forthcoming. When Dick showed up he explained that they would have to wash down the unit a couple of times to rid it of salt, otherwise I’d have problems in the future. Somewhat elated but also disappointed I headed back to the trailer.
Everybody was up and as far as Judy was concerned, dressed. I knew work would be a ”bear“ not only because I’d taken the previous afternoon off but also because Monday was Christmas and the office would be closed. Since it was the full County payroll all the changes had to be on Thursday so that we could get a head start. The keypunchers were almost done by lunchtime and under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have taken a lunch break but I had to go see what was going on with the trailer. When I got there they had just started trying to get it into the pad. The one thing I noticed was that it sparkled without the salt covering it. I could see that it was slow going and wished I could’ve stayed to help get it blocked up but I had to get back.
Elle called at about 3;30 to say it was finally in place and they were blocking the main part of it as she spoke. I envisioned that they would have it all done and ready for us by the time I got home. However, I’d committed to completing phase one of the payroll process before I left. Talk about time dragging! It was almost 6pm when I left and I drove right to the trailer. I fully expected to see the lights on but the unit was dark. On top of that there wasn’t a soul around it. At home Elle told me they had run into two problems with the first being that when they went to hook up the water they found it would only run at a trickle. They had to dig up the line and found a kink in it. By the time they got it fixed it was too late to crank out the pop out, block it up and to connect it. They had to do that before turning on the electricity and the electricity had to be on before they could turn on the heat. I stood there listening to her while trying to figure out if we could still be in it for Christmas.
To be continued...
Elle had proceeded to give Judy a ”tour“ of the front end of the trailer and had been headed to the back with her. The ”bulge“ was still there but no longer a major problem as I slid past them and into the living room. It appeared that Judy was still somewhat uncomfortable but decidedly more relaxed by the time they returned. They’d decided that it would be a good idea to open up the sofa bed so that when Lance arrived he could just slip into bed when he arrived. We had to rearrange the furniture so that Elle would still have a clear path to get to the bathroom on her nightly visits. As we were doing it I asked Elle if she’d told Judy about her ”problem“ and she made a face that told me to ”shut up“.
Once that was done Judy asked if Elle had a nightgown or pajamas she could borrow. Elle had worn one or the other right up until we got married. I convinced her that she was only making work for herself because if she had an ”accident“ while asleep it was only more wash for her to do. She’d changed to wearing one of my T shirts along with her "package". When told that Elle didn’t, Judy said she’d just wear the clothes she had on. I was disappointed to hear that. I was already fantasizing seeing her in panties, even if they were Elle’s.
After we’d decided to go to bed it took some prodding on my part but Elle finally went out to tell Judy about the alarm clocks and the reason for them. I didn’t think Elle would be gone all that long but she was. I actually fell asleep waiting for her to return. Even though I was somewhat groggy I asked Elle what they had talked about but she just gave me a ”Sshhhh“ and turned away from me. I’d grown used to the alarms in the middle of the night but other noises like sounds from the kids or any other noises always woke me up. I heard the outside door and immediately sat up in bed. It took a few seconds before I realized it was Lance. I lay there in bed listening to Judy and Lance whispering to each other and I definitely heard Judy say, emphatically, ”No!“ and couldn’t help but smile.
Normally Elle would hear her alarm and just climb out of bed and head for the bathroom. With ”company“, she had dug out her bathrobe and when she got up I saw her struggle to put it on. I decided to take a peek at our visitors while she was gone so got up and looked in on them. Judy was closest to me and I could see that she was snuggled up to Lance’s back. What I noticed was that she was no longer wearing the blouse and was bare shouldered. I saw enough to have the start of a bulge so jumped back into bed before Elle returned. I lay awake for quite a while wondering just what clothes she was still wearing. (7)
In the forefront of my mind was the delivery of the trailer even more so than getting a voyeuristic peek at Judy. Even though the kids were still asleep I got up as soon as I woke up. Depending on their route, oversized trailers were often required to go through the city at night and I was hoping and praying that this was the case with mine. I slipped on my clothes without getting washed up wanting to get out to the display lot to see if, indeed, it had arrived. As I tiptoed out into the living room I saw Judy, naked from the waist up, lying on her back with Lance’s arm draped over her midsection. It was amazing how fast my focus changed! There was noting special about her breasts but the sight of a nubile young thing lying there like that was certainly attention getting. There was very little light but enough to see her nipples. I didn’t dwell there long not wanting to be caught, especially by Lance.
My prayers had been answered. The trailer was there, covered with a film of road salt. The blue color was almost completely gone making the trailer look like it was all white. The ”boys“ and the park maintenance man didn’t arrive until 8am but I stayed and waited for them. I wanted to know just when they would place the unit on the pad. Ben was the first one there and he, being the dour one, wasn’t too forthcoming. When Dick showed up he explained that they would have to wash down the unit a couple of times to rid it of salt, otherwise I’d have problems in the future. Somewhat elated but also disappointed I headed back to the trailer.
Everybody was up and as far as Judy was concerned, dressed. I knew work would be a ”bear“ not only because I’d taken the previous afternoon off but also because Monday was Christmas and the office would be closed. Since it was the full County payroll all the changes had to be on Thursday so that we could get a head start. The keypunchers were almost done by lunchtime and under normal circumstances I wouldn’t have taken a lunch break but I had to go see what was going on with the trailer. When I got there they had just started trying to get it into the pad. The one thing I noticed was that it sparkled without the salt covering it. I could see that it was slow going and wished I could’ve stayed to help get it blocked up but I had to get back.
Elle called at about 3;30 to say it was finally in place and they were blocking the main part of it as she spoke. I envisioned that they would have it all done and ready for us by the time I got home. However, I’d committed to completing phase one of the payroll process before I left. Talk about time dragging! It was almost 6pm when I left and I drove right to the trailer. I fully expected to see the lights on but the unit was dark. On top of that there wasn’t a soul around it. At home Elle told me they had run into two problems with the first being that when they went to hook up the water they found it would only run at a trickle. They had to dig up the line and found a kink in it. By the time they got it fixed it was too late to crank out the pop out, block it up and to connect it. They had to do that before turning on the electricity and the electricity had to be on before they could turn on the heat. I stood there listening to her while trying to figure out if we could still be in it for Christmas.
To be continued...
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