SLOWING THINGS DOWN... time to regroup (Part 112d)

SLOWING THINGS DOWN... time to regroup (Part 112d)

It was during this period of time that the things I’d ordered for Peggy from Willy's lingerie company arrived at the bank. With SCSM on the label as the shipper I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing it and thinking I was weird for having lingerie delivered to the bank. The problem was in getting the things to Peggy AND explaining the panties. I knew it would have to be on a weekend what with her school activities during the week. I made a special trip to her father’s gas station to get an idea what her plans were. I lied when I told him I was interested in her availability for baby sitting. When he told me that as far as he knew she was free Saturday evening. For that to work I’d have to spring the idea of a movie on Elle at the last minute and hope that it was one she’d be wiling to see.

I embarrassed myself attempting to play tennis. There were two other couples and it was obvious that they played a LOT of tennis. I tried the excuse that with the new job I’d not had much, if any time for tennis during the Summer and after the first game begged off. The other players were kind to Elle and invited her to play with them while I watched. That part was fun. One of the women, about 40,  was especially interesting. Wearing a dress, all she had to do was bend over just a little and her panties would show under the hem of the dress. I couldn’t be sure but I thought they might be the only pair she was wearing. Fancy, frilly panties with lots of lace were becoming popular at the time but the pair I could see didn’t have any lace at all. I’d persuaded Elle to wear a dress so I was getting “views” from her as well. However, she had on her frilly panties over a pair of heavy cotton Spanky Pants. Because they were cut a bit different I could see the leg bands of her cotton panties sticking out from under the leg elastics of the frilly ones. For whatever reason, that excited me.

We’d brought the kids as one of the other couples had brought their kids along as well. That kept them occupied for a while but the baby, who was now walking, wasn’t happy in the playpen so we didn’t stay too long. I’d gotten what I wanted and had made Elle somewhat happy by going. The next step was to get the information on the movie.

I made the excuse that I wanted to drive past my grandfather’s house to see if the yard was being kept up. To do that meant we had to drive by the theater. I was happy to see it was the movie The Great Race. We’d wanted to see it earlier in the Summer but didn’t get around to it. I’d heard that when it was in town there had been some problems with the projectors so only a few people got to see it. I was surprised that it had been brought back but it made it an easy “sell” to Elle as she was a big fan of both Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon. Her problem was that her mother hadn’t been notified a day in advance. I played it up a bit and made like it was be a real shame to miss it. Then, using the best acting skills I could conjure up, I suggested Peggy. Elle liked Peggy so had no problem with that only questioning her availability. At home, a quick call cleared that up. I now had my plan. I could give the things to her when I took her home... and I still had some time to come up with an explanation about the panties for her.

While Elle prepared supper I opened the small carton that contained all the goods and extracted the box of the size 4 panties I’d ordered for Elle. I managed to get it inside while she was concentrating on cooking and made straight for the bedroom. Upon opening the box I was amazed to find that they were made using nylon satin tricot, my favorite panty material.  Since she hadn’t showered or changed out of her tennis clothes it meant I had a chance to have her wear a pair of the new panties that night. I thought that would be kind of ironic having Elle wear the same kind that I’d be giving to Peggy.

It took some “doing” but I put myself in the position of helping her get dressed after her shower. I laid both cotton panties and the new nylon ones face down on the bed so she couldn’t identify the new ones. She put the cotton ones on herself and then I helped her with her slip. (Back in those days going to the movies was considered “going out” and you dressed accordingly) While she was putting on her blouse I picked the panties up and held them down by the floor so she could step into them. She never gave it a thought and I pulled them up around her waist getting enough of a look to know that they fit much better than the size 5’s sexy panties that I'd gotten from Willy earlier. Now I was looking forward to getting home after delivering Peggy and having a chance to “break them in” properly.

The movie was hilarious. The best way to describe it was that it was old fashioned slapstick comedy. Elle was in a good mood all the way home. I was anxious to get Peggy home for two reasons. The first, quite obviously, was to give her the panties. I’d come up with a “line” that I thought would work. The second was to get back home to “test” the new panties with some wet play before we got down to business. However, Elle wanted to chat with Peggy to find out how things were going at school and her role as a majorette with the marching band. After explaining her life she then pleaded with us to come to a football game to see her perform. At that time high school football was pretty low on my preference list but Elle said we’d do it. That did not make me happy.

We hadn’t made it out of the park when I handed the three boxes to Peggy. I was somewhat surprised that she picked up on the extra box so quickly and asked about it. I hesitated for a few seconds but interjected that it was the correct number. That was when she started peeking inside to inspect the contents. She liked the house dress for her mother as soon as she saw it. The slips were next. I hadn’t looked in the box so when she said she really liked the feel I wondered if they weren’t the nylon satin tricot as well. She pulled one out and it had an applique down one side that she commented on. Knowing the panties had an applique I hoped that if she protested about not ordering them that it might be a selling point for her to keep them. I didn’t have long to wait to find out.

There were six pair in the box grouped in three's. I was trying to drive and look at her face for the reaction and it was hard to do. I could see she had one pair in her hands and when she didn’t say anything I asked if there was something wrong. She didn’t immediately answer but finally mumbled that they looked nice but she didn’t order them. That was my “cue”. I told her I’d seen a notation in the catalog and had thought she wanted them. Again, a bit of silence. Finally she said that she hadn’t meant to mark the catalog. I spoke up and asked what her comment meant. By then we were on her street. As we pulled in the driveway she said that she liked what she’d seen but didn’t have the money to pay for them. Now, with the car stopped, I told her that she didn’t have to pay for any of the items, that they would be like “pay” for baby sitting. There was a bit of “back and forth’ with that but when she got out of the car she had all three boxes. As I drove away I was hoping that I’d see more of her and then when I did I’d wonder if she had on a pair of the panties.

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SLOWING THINGS DOWN... time to regroup (Part 112c)

SLOWING THINGS DOWN... time to regroup (Part 112c)

Since the season was over and it would be eight months until the next season began there was no rush to get started on the project. Ferd(inand) was the name of the guy who said he’d help me. We agreed to wait until the busy time at the bank was over to get started but, in the meantime, I arranged for the car frame I'd just gotten to be delivered to his house. At that point in time I wasn't overly optimistic about my racing future but at least now I had one.

Joanne's training had gone well until it was time to actually handle a customer. I only heard about it but, basically, she 'froze" and got all muddled. I'd chosen Mala to train her as she was the best, most efficient teller we had but I overlooked one thing. She didn't have a lot of patience. Again, long story short, by the end of that day Mala and Joanne wanted nothing to do with each other. The other tellers were behind Mala and when I tried to get someone to work with Joanne in place of Mala it was a mini revolt.
It was the first confrontation I'd had since the early days of my being hired. I wasn't sure what to do but it was Joanne, herself, that solved my immediate problem.

When I called her to my desk to try and settle things down she was shaking. Before I could say anything she blurted out that she'd do anything to get out of having to wait on customers. Liz, the older woman who was the bank Auditor, had been pleading with senior management for an assistant. The bank had doubled in size (assets) since she took over the position and she felt (strongly) that she needed help. The resistance came from Edgar, the president. I'd not been involved in any meaningful way but, as is the case in any small business, it was a well known fact. It was obvious that I'd made a mistake in hiring Joanne as a teller. However, I've always felt that if you hire nice people you can teach them a job. You can't teach a person to be nice. Other than the fact that the Polish Mafia hadn't taken to her, everybody else (Hobie, Bret, Liz and even Trish) felt she was a nice person and made a good impression. I didn't want to see her leave. I told her to go home and "sleep on it" and we'd talk in the morning.

By then it was just a week to go before the busy period began. I knew it would be useless to try and force her to do a job she was uncomfortable with so decided to take a different approach. I called Hobie at home, after work, and went through the whole situation with him. Even though I knew the auditing area was basically "out of bounds" as far as daily operations were concerned, I told him I felt that Joanne would be a good fit to help Liz. I remember there being silence for about 15 to 20 seconds. Then he said he'd be back to me in the morning.

Joanne was waiting at my desk when I got there. So were the other tellers and they were watching and waiting to see what transpired. It was rather uncomfortable for me because I didn't know if my call to Hobie was going to come in to play. What was worse was that Hobie wasn't there. It was almost like being naked out on stage. I sat and chatted with Joanne for a few minutes before the phone rang. Trish took the call but indicated that it was Hobie. He was upstairs with Edgar and wanted me to come up there with them. I didn't have any idea of what to expect so was quite apprehensive when I climbed the stairs.

My apprehension was eased... for a brief few seconds... as Pauline, the switchboard operator, was down on her haunches trying to find something in her hand bag. She absolutely did not see me but I sure saw her! Few people used the stairs what with an elevator right there. The PBX board was quite large and basically blocked anyone in the work area from seeing the operator or her area. The only thing I can think of was that Pauline felt she was in a safe place. The gap between her knees was at least 9 inches if not more. Once I saw that I stopped in my tracks. I don't really know how long I stared at her before she turned towards the wall... maybe 30 seconds. All I know was it was a very pretty sight with the material pulled tight to her body. The bright sunlight made it obvious that the panties were pink. As soon as she started moving I did too. I walked past without even acknowledging her, something I rarely did.

Even though I was into my sixth month at the bank I was still uncomfortable in the presence of the president. I've never been able to come up with the reason. I remember standing in the doorway and seeing Liz and Hobie. He asked why she wasn't going to be a teller. I told him the same things I just wrote above and, after a pause, he said it was OK for her to work under Liz. I was looking at Liz and, although it wasn't that obvious, I could see a slight smile in the corner of her mouth. The smile on Joanne's face was VERY obvious. I was happy too. However, it left me one person short for the upcoming busy period.

There wasn't time to interview, hire and train someone. That left me but one choice and that was to use Willa as a "runner" as I'd done during the Summer busy period. She hated it and then it was weeks before she'd give me the time of day. I wasn't looking forward to telling her.

By mid month Elle was getting "antsy" to get back to teaching. She'd enjoyed a few days of tennis and I have to admit I missed seeing her (and her friends) in tennis clothing. I made one such comment and it touched a positive nerve in Elle. She asked if I was willing to play, weather permitting, on that Saturday. With car racing over and done with I really didn't have anything that HAD to be done. I did ask for one favor from her and that was to be allowed to pick her outfit. She gave me a "look" but followed it with a smile. As much as I disliked playing tennis, it was worth it for the chance to see some really good peeks.

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SLOWING THINGS DOWN... time to regroup (Part 112b)

SLOWING THINGS DOWN... time to regroup (Part 112b)

When I'd finally gotten the sexy panties on Elle I wasn’t really happy with them... and neither was she. They looked good in the catalog and lying on the bed. The unusual treatment of the crotch area made it a bit uncomfortable for me when I "plugged in". Even though the label read size 5 they were definitely baggy. During lunch hour I pulled the catalog out with the intention of picking out some other style of panties for Elle. I also wanted to try a size 4 when I phoned in the order for the things that Peggy wanted. Looking at the choices I saw a pencil notation on one that read ”pretty“. I knew I hadn’t made it and when I’d shown the catalog to Judith at her boutique she didn’t have it long enough to make any marks. The notation had to have been made by Peggy.

They had a really pretty applique on one side. I sat there debating with myself as to what to do. I’d told her to pick out something for herself and as far as I could see she hadn’t. She’d made the one word note and that was all. I decided I’d order a box (of 6) for her but I struggled with what size to order. From Elle's sexy panties I knew they ran a bit large. I’d just seen the label on the panties Peggy had worn when sailing with me over the Labor Day weekend and it read size 6. On the spur of the moment I decided to order a box of size 4’s and a box of size 5’s. I called the order in before going back to work. Even though I had no idea how to give the panties to Peggy I was anxious to get them. I knew I’d come up with some way to handle it.The lady who took the order told me it'd be about a week. That was OK by me as it gave me some time to come up with a plan.

Training for the new hire, Joanne seemed to be going well. Both Bret and I had enjoyed a few VPL's in her first few days. She liked to wear fairly tight, straight line, single colored skirts. Even though they'd never allow an upskirt I was willing to accept what I could get. Trish, who'd become my pipeline for information emanating from the Polish mafia, was a little concerned in that she seemed "distant" as far as making friends with the other tellers. I thought it strange especially in that she also happened to be Polish. My concern was more in line with how the public would accept a "colored" girl (remember, it was 1965) on the main teller line when I moved Corrine from the drive up. There was no question that she was more than ready for "prime time". So was Katie, the girl who would be her replacement at the drive up window. Since she was only going to be on the window for lunch hour all Joanne had to do was grasp the concept.

Speaking of Katie and of upskirts, Bret had passed on to me that he'd had a "view" or two. Since his desk was in front of mine he had a pretty much unobstructed view of her activities. Her short stature and skirts made it somewhat easy if you could put yourself in the right position. Evidently, Bret was able to do so. As I've written in previous posts, I'd been reluctant to do much more than acknowledge Bret's observations along those lines. My interaction with his wife concerning panties before they were married had me leery of getting to deep into the subject with him. His continued comments had me tempted though.

I was still so discouraged about what had happened with the race car that I couldn’t bring myself to start to dismantle it. Another reason was that I didn’t know what to do with the stuff after I did. I’m not sure exactly when I got the call at home but it was around mid month. Someone had seen the car out in the storage area of the mobile home park and had stopped at the sales office to inquire about it. One of the owners of the park gave the guy my telephone number. When he identified himself I sort of recognized the name as a former racer. Back when I was still in high school and had my first race car he and his brother were very good drivers. It had been almost ten years since I’d last seen the guy.

Long story short... he wanted to know what I was going to do with the car. When I asked if he wanted to buy it he laughed. I told him I didn’t really know. He said that if I could find a chassis (frame) for it he’d help me fix it. I sat there in disbelief. It took a few seconds to grasp what he’d said and after I did I asked him how much would it cost. I don’t remember his exact answer but, basically, told me not to worry about it. Among the people I’d met at the track since I’d started driving one was a bona fide character. He’d stopped by the car and given me his telephone number telling me that if I ever needed a chassis to give him a call. I don’t know why I kept it but I did. I immediately called him up. The news wasn’t good in that he said he’d just sold the last ”good” one he had. I picked up on the “good” part and asked if he had anything at all. He didn’t answer right away but he finally told me he had one that had a lot of rust. I asked if I could see it and we set a date of that Saturday.

As you can imagine, Elle wasn’t happy when I told her where I was headed that Saturday. I wasn’t happy when I saw what the guy had. The frame was rusted through in two places but he was willing to give it to me for free. I wasn't too keen on it. We chatted a bit and just as I was about to leave he said he’d weld some steel plates on it and charge me $10. I thought about it for a minute and decided it was better than nothing. I didn’t have a truck or trailer to bring it home so, for another $5 he said he’d deliver it. I was back in business... sort of.

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SLOWING THINGS DOWN... time to regroup (Part 112a)

SLOWING THINGS DOWN... time to regroup (Part 112a)

By the time I got home it was after 2am. I was still ”wired“ and glad Elle was asleep. It took quite a while for me to fall off and then when I did it wasn’t for long. I’d been asked by the ambulance people if I was OK and, other than being a little dazed right after hitting the guard rail, felt fine. When I woke up I ached all over and couldn’t understand it. The top of my shoulders were especially sore and when I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror I saw why. When I hit (and immediately stopped) the shoulder harness dug into my shoulders and I could see red streaks from the top of my shoulders down about two to three inches on each side. My hips ached a bit two and when I looked at them it was the same thing. The seat belts had dug into my flesh and left their marks as well. Seeing them had me reliving the ”hit“ and I could clearly remember my body leaving the seat. Without waking Elle I got dressed and headed up to look at the car in the daylight.

I was shocked. Even though I’d looked at it in the pits I swear it didn’t look anywhere near as twisted as what I saw it in daylight.  I climbed in and sat in the seat. I could barely reach the right hand side of the steering wheel because I'd bent the steering post and moved it over that far. As I sat there I pretty much realized that my car racing days were over. The day before I was thinking all I needed was a decent motor and now I didn’t even have a car.

Later, Elle was pretty upset after she saw the car and pleaded with me to give up racing. Being a realist it wasn't hard to give in to her. My thoughts quickly went to figuring out what I could get for the various parts and pieces that were left. Again, being a realist the answer was ”not much“. It didn’t make me feel any better. By noon time I found I had a big bruise on my left calf and it was getting harder and harder to walk. It had started to rain and knew I should go at least cover the car but I was so ”bummed“ that I didn’t.

Even with a bad leg it was good to get back to work. Bret knew me well enough by then not to talk racing to me. The new hire, Joanne, was waiting at my desk for me. I’d decided to have Mala, the best teller I had, do the training. I wanted Mala’s no nonsense intensity to get the new girl’s attention. She had to be ”ready to go“ in just three weeks. As I mentioned before, Joanne was a tall girl and standing next to Mala made her seem even taller. She was wearing a khaki skirt and, somewhat surprisingly, it was tight enough to see the outline of the leg elastics from her panties with her just standing there. It was Bret who brought it to my attention.

I’d tried to avoid J J the previous week and had been fairly successful. This Monday was a different story. As I’ve said a time of two before I liked J J in spite of some of his annoying habits. One of them was that his needs always seemed to come first. I’ve also mentioned that my job responsibilities continued to expand. I can’t deny that I sort of asked for it by asking questions that usually led to me being told to go find the answer. One of the things I’d discovered was that the bank had no inventory control on just about everything. I’d made a cursory attempt to get my arms around supplies for my area and had it in mind to start something for both the mortgage and accounting areas. On this day J J appeared at my desk waving a couple of forms and wanting to know where they rest of them were kept. Still ”down“ both physically and mentally from the wreck I verbally jumped all over him. I couldn’t believe it when the half smile never left his face. It was almost like it was impossible for him to get upset of even frown.

By lunch time I’d calmed down and went upstairs to apologize. I always walked knowing that I could beat the elevator and, more importantly, there was also a chance for an upskirt from the switchboard operator. I don’t think I got lucky that day but I had come up with a suggestion for J J. One of the things that had been overlooked when the building was remodeled was storage space for those working on the second floor. For some reason I remembered my visit to the attic when the fuses had blown on the air conditioning unit. There was a lot of empty space up there so, after the apology, took him up there. He agreed it would work and I told him that I’d arrange to have shelves built. I also told him that he’d have to handle his own inventory. He smiled.

When we came down the stairs the door was closed. I explained how the system worked since the ladies bathroom was right there. I do remember seeing his face light up when I told what the closed door meant. Seeing that got me to wondering about what his time without his wife had been like what with Amy living right next door. I didn’t dare ask though. When the door opened, just to make conversation, I asked how the move of his family went. Since the look on his face seldom changed I couldn’t tell if he was lying or not but he said it went smoothly. Thinking of his wife (a shrew) It was hard to believe.

I needed gas for my car during the week and when I stopped at James garage he handed me an envelope. It took a few seconds for me to remember that I’d given his daughter, Peggy, the Evette catalog over a week before. I was hoping that James wouldn’t ask what was inside and he didn’t. With the envelope in hand I couldn’t wait to see what, if anything, Peggy had selected for herself. I found a note with page numbers and descriptions. The panties were listed in the front and I was disappointed that I didn’t see any page numbers to correspond with them. She had some things that were obviously for her mother and then I saw the word ”slip“ and, knowing they were packaged two in a box hope one might be for her. I slipped the catalog back in the envelope and headed for work.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111h)

FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111h)

Lars came out and then Natalie introduced us to her mother who had just moved in with them. It was obvious that she was from Sweden when she spoke. I couldn’t help but to keep looking between her face and that of her daughter. I swear they could’ve been sisters although the mother was prettier. However, Nadia’s shape was definitely the better of the two. The baby, in the stroller, was fussing so we didn’t stay all that long. Walking away I was already thinking of how I’d take a chance at peeking at their clothes line. 

As I said, the need for substitute teachers at the beginning of the school year was always slim and Elle liked it that way. September still had some really nice days and with both the older kids in school, for at least a half day, it gave her some time for herself. Anne was in school in the afternoons for the first half of the school year which was perfect in that it allowed Elle to try and get in with a group of tennis playing ladies.

With the bulk of vacations out of the way I was able to start planning for the end of the month when we had out next “busy period”. The one change I wanted to make was to take Corrine from the drive up window and put her out on the lobby teller line full time. Since the bank began advertising on a regular basis we’d opened a lot of new accounts. Due to that I was anticipating longer lines and wanted to hire a teller trainee. It took some persuasion before Hobie let me do it. I didn’t waste any time in starting to interview as I wanted the person to be trained by the time we started into the “busy period” where we posted interest on the accounts. The first person that came in was certainly impressive by her size. At least 5’10“ tall and blonde she was a girl that everyone would take notice of. I didn’t waste any time and told her the job was hers. After she left Bret turned to me and commented that he hoped that I’d hired her.

Bret hadn’t been to the races since his baby was born even though his friend, Bags, was experiencing a good racing season and had a chance to finish first in the points. He promised that he’d be there for closing night and I was ragging on him that Jan wouldn’t let him. I even bet him a dollar on it. I’d gotten to know him over a period of a year and had definitely seen a change in him since he married Jan and they had a baby. It made me sad that he’d had to give up something that he loved so much. I felt lucky that Elle didn’t make a big deal about my love of racing.

As I’d written in a prior post I was actually glad the season was at an end. After being competitive the previous season I really didn’t like going out on the track knowing I didn’t really have a chance. My plan, sketchy as it was, was to put a new, powerful motor together for the following season. I knew the car was good so the missing part was the engine. All I needed was money.

I connected with both Jim and Lars from the park to go as part of my pit crew. Darren and his friend Donny met me at the track. I didn’t spend much time warming the car up as there wasn’t much to learn and I figured I’d save some wear on the tires. I started in the middle of the pack in my qualifying heat and felt I’d have no trouble in making the feature event. When the green flag dropped I punched the accelerator and the car didn’t respond like it usually did. Because I didn’t pick up speed like I should’ve I got hit, hard, by the car behind me. It was a two pronged shock for me. First was that the car didn’t go and the second was getting hit. I pulled to the outside and, out of the corner of my eye, saw a bunch of cars go roaring past me. By the time I made it to the first turn the motor started running right. As I got through the second turn I could see all the other cars going through the third and fourth turns, almost a half track ahead of me. I was mad and just kept my foot on the gas pedal. Going past the starters stand I was concentrating on trying to catch at least some of the cars in front of me. I figured that everybody that was supposed to start behind me had driven on past so never looked in my rear view mirror. With my foot hard on the gas I angled into the first turn to start my second lap when all of a sudden I heard a ”WHOMP“ and the sound of another motor in my left ear. I turned and saw the blue hood of another car. Before I could turn my head back to the front the car came to an immediate, very hard, stop. The only thing I remember was that for a split second my whole body was up and off the seat in spite of the safety belts I was wearing over my lap and shoulders. I was a bit dazed but my hands were still on the steering wheel... and it was now located in the center of the car. I just sat there looking out the windshield at people sitting in the grandstands  Finally some people came to the window and asked if I was OK.

I don’t remember getting out of the car or even looking at it until it was towed into the pits. I do remember my reaction and it wasn’t good. The car was basically ruined with the frame badly bent and twisted. Darren and Donny weren’t there and I wondered why. Lars, who really didn’t know much about racing, asked a question that started to explain what had happened. His question was ”Why did the blue car turn you into the guard rail?“ The question brought back the visage of seeing the blue hood before the crash. I wasn’t sure which car it was but within minutes Darren showed up with the answer. He’d just come from yelling at the driver. He was livid. I was puzzled as I couldn’t remember ever having an issue with him.

It wasn’t long before there was a steady parade of people walking over to look at the car. Among them was Pop, the man who had built it. Never one with words, all I remember him saying was ”It’s a shame.“ A few minutes later Seeg and some of his son’s crew came by. His comment was to ask what I’d done to make the guy who’d put me into the guard rail so mad. I sure didn’t know. The one positive from his visit was that he told me he’d paid the tow truck guy to tow the car back to the mobile home park after the races were over. It was a nice gesture.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111g)

Getting the older girls to bed was relatively easy. They were exhausted from all the activities they’d been involved in for the past two days. Both Elle and I were looking forward to to an early bedtime after our night on the lumpy mattress. It was still warm at 9pm and, taking Elle up on her promise to let me ”play“ I suggested that we go outside. The neighbors were away for the whole weekend so that was one concern of Elle’s that was removed. The other was that the street light on the opposite corner was out. I’d pictured Elle straddling my knees and allowing me to rub her crotch as she peed ever since the "promise". Just the thought of it had me ”excited“. She was too tired to argue so I pulled the chaise out onto the lawn and we took our places. It was the first time she’d allowed me to feel her crotch since I’d added the new, sexy panties. However, my first reaction was that they were not really compatible with what I wanted to do. It didn’t take long for Elle to let her pee go and as I rubbed the crotch I could feel the seams of the material that was added to the real crotch. The center, with the double nylon, wasn’t all that wide. I certainly reacted to her peeing in a positive way but the rubbing part wasn’t all that good.

I had her get up and come nestle into my lap with her back into my chest. I could get my arm(s) around her and hands into her crotch and was happy to just sit/lay there. I was almost asleep when I heard my name. Elle was asleep and when I reacted I woke her up. Even with the darkness I could make out two forms out by the gate. Talk about being in a compromising position. Both my hands were buried into Elle’s wet crotch and she was wearing a short nightie. She bolted straight upright and I called back to the forms I could make out. I didn’t recognize the voice and when the male voice came back he identified himself as Lars. My mind wasn’t functioning all that well and it took a few seconds to remember him as the guy who’d stopped by with his wife when I was working on the race car a while back. By then Elle had made it to the door of the patio room and disappeared inside.  I went out to greet him. The other form I'd seen was his wife, Natalie. He wanted to know why I hadn’t raced the night before. He’d gone and was disappointed that I wasn’t there.  We chatted for a few minutes and while we did I was checking out his wife. It wasn’t so dark that I couldn’t notice her short shorts. They reminded me of the ones that Jeanette, my parents Summer neighbor, wore. When we’d met the first time I was up to my eyeballs working on the car and hadn’t checked her out all that well. I did remember that she had a nice round butt though. Even worse I’d not followed up on where it was that they lived in the park. I remedied that by getting their address and promising that we’d all get together sometime soon. I vowed to myself that I’d check out their exact location the very next day.

We had no plans for Labor Day at all... except that I wanted to get Peggy’s bag and bathing suit back to her. She told us that she’d be very busy once school started which was the very next day. She was a majorette in the school marching band and would have practices every afternoon. We knew our girls would miss seeing her and although I didn’t see her every day, so would I. When I left to deliver it I decided to take one last look at the nylon panties so didn't want Elle to go with me. It was hard to pick a time and when I did she wasn't happy. I told her I'd be back in fifteen minutes. I stopped the car and pulled them out and, again, was puzzled why she’d worn what looked like a brand new pair if she was expecting her period. It also bothered me not knowing where I’d seen the same kind before. I stared at the label for at least a minute and when I was stuffing them back in the bag it finally came to me. Jan, the girl who’d lived at my grandfather’s and was now married to Bret, my co-worker had some. Once the revelation came I remembered that they'd came from the Woolworth’s 5 & 10 cent store across from my grandfather’s house. I was actually mad at myself for never having followed up on that.

Peggy thanked me for all the things that we'd done for and with her over the Summer and promised that she'd try to accommodate us if and when we needed a baby sitter. I remember telling her that she was definitely number one on our list and wishing her a good school year. I was just about to pull out of the driveway when I remembered the Evette catalog I'd left with her. I called out to her and her face lit up when she realized what it was I was talking about. She disappeared inside and returned with it. I asked if she'd picked out anything for herself and I remember her standing there blushing. As much as I wanted to see just what she'd chosen I was already way past the fifteen minutes I'd told Elle I'd be gone. It had to wait.

Elle knew the chances for getting called in as a substitute teacher at the very beginning of the year were about zero. Having the time she decided to line up the lady who’d watched the kids the previous school year. She was in for a shock when the lady told her that she wouldn’t be able to do it for her. The program that she’d created for the Summer (where Peggy worked) had been so successful that she was only taking kids that she could have for the whole day. Trying to keep track of kids getting home from school was just too much for her and especially singled out those who were in half day kindergarten. Anne, our middle daughter, was one of them. She did say she’d take Kay, our youngest, but that left the other two. Since I spent little time in and around the park anymore I didn’t have any suggestions.

After we ate supper I suggested that we go for a walk. That was something I hadn’t done in a very long time. The older girls weren’t thrilled with the idea but off we went as a family. I hadn’t said anything to Elle about my idea of locating just where Lars and Natalie lived. They were located on one of the last pads that I’d worked on when I still worked at the park. It was similar to ours in that they had no neighbor on one side. We actually made two passes past their unit. The first was to confirm the location and the second was to see if I could make some sort of contact. I’d seen a woman reading at a picnic table but I didn’t think it was Natalie. Luck was with me as I saw Natalie coming from out back. I hailed her and she recognized me. Seeing Elle with me she came right over and introduced herself as being one of the people who’d ”scared” us the night before. I could tell Elle wasn’t all that pleased about being reminded of it but she tried to laugh it off. While that was going on Lars opened the door to see where Natalie had disappeared to.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111f)

After we ate my mother asked if I’d do her a favor and drive to town to get her a Sunday paper. That was something my father would do for her as soon as he got up on Sunday mornings but he was off fishing. Elle said she would go say good morning to the kids while I was gone. It’s less than two miles to town and usually took less than ten minutes, round trip. Waiting to make the turn off the main Road into town I glanced over to my right. The realty office where Elle’s former teacher, Vic, worked was right there. Having seen their sign in front of the house I’d taken a quick look at earlier in the week I changed my mind and pulled in. Vic was excited to see me and asked about Elle. When I asked about the house he really got excited. I asked if he had time to let me take a look at it and he hesitated for a few seconds. He explained that he had an appointment in about a half hour but quickly told me that if we made it a fast trip he could make it back in time.

The house was less than five minutes away. Seeing the it in daylight made it a lot larger than it had appeared in the fleeting light the first time I saw it. We parked in front of a two car detached garage and then walked up a path to the back door. I stepped inside to see a huge kitchen with what appeared to be new appliances. Vic explained that the owners had recently added on to the kitchen and that, yes, the appliances were new. We literally flew through the house. On the first floor was a fairly large dining room, a large living room and a den area right off of it. There was also a small bath with sink, toilet and shower. There were four bedrooms upstairs that appeared to be equal in size (approx 12’x16’) each with a large closet, something that Elle craved. The one thing I spotted as a negative was there there was only one bathroom upstairs which wasn’t much bigger that the one in our mobile home. A very quick visit to the attic up a fixed flight of stairs revealed that it was partially floored. Vic was anxious to get back to the office but I prevailed and got a peek at the basement. Not finished but it did offer plenty of potential. At that point I was the one who was excited. On the returning trip I had to offer up the inevitable question... how much?

I’d crunched the numbers to see what we could afford back when Artie had shown us the houses back in the Spring and the most we could afford back then was around $22,000. When I heard $28,000 I choked. Even the raise that came with the promotion didn’t really change our situation all that much. I thanked Vic and told him that the price was way out of line for us. The hardest part of telling him that was I knew Elle would absolutely go crazy for the house. I decided not to say anything to her because I didn’t want to have her pushing me for something that didn’t make economic sense. As I drove back with my mother’s newspaper I wished that I hadn’t stopped at the realty office.

I really don’t remember much of the day except for when Elle discovered the sexy panties. She wasn’t thrilled with them but I did elicit a promise that she’d let me ”play“ after we got home. I was surprised in that she usually didn’t want to do anything in her fancy panties but wasn’t going to complain. I did put the sails on the Sailfish and gave Danny his ride. He really took to it and as we were putting the boat away he told me that he was going to ask his grandfather to get him one for Christmas. My first reaction was that, knowing the man and how he doted on Danny, I had a ready buyer for mine. It would serve to be the down payment for the Sunfish I’d committed to. However, my conscience quickly caught up with me. No one in the family had even a clue about sailing. There was no way that I was going to sell to them and then have something go drastically wrong and have it on my conscience.

Elle wanted to get home early enough to do some of her normal weekend chores that she'd put off. We waited until the ”fishermen“ returned and it was a good move. They’d done well and we were able take some fresh bluefish (my favorite) home with  us. After loading all our ”gear“ into the station wagon I made one final pass through my parents house. It was a good thing I did because I found my mother had put Peggy’s bag and things into one of the changing rooms on the porch. As soon as I saw the bag I remembered the panties. My father was showering upstairs and my mother was talking with Elle and the girls out in the driveway. Without having to worry about anyone seeing me I dove right into the bag and found the panties folded up in her bathing suit. Nylon, my first impression was that they were new as there was no staining in the crotch area. They had the feel of satin like the Plymouth panties that Elle usually wore and the width of the crotch was almost as wide. The label didn’t help me all that much as all it said was, in script, Nylon and had the numeral 6 inside a circle. I stared at it for a few seconds and had the feeling I’d seen it before. It wasn’t coming to me and I could see Elle starting to pace so just stuffed them back into the bag.

All the way home I kept trying to remember where I'd seen the same kind of panties. I knew it wasn't all that long ago which made it even more frustrating. As I concentrated on that it got me to wondering why she'd worn such a nice pair under her suit if she was worried about getting her period. I remembered that Elle wore panties under her bathing suit back when we first started dating but as I got to know her better I accepted (and liked) it as one of her "quirks". By the time we arrived home I had two things puzzling me.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111e)

I’m not sure how long I sat there before, out of the corner of my eye, I saw some movement from next door. I could see a head with blonde hair (Jeannette) headed for their stairs to the beach. Furniture blocked me from seeing what she was wearing so I had to get up. It took a few seconds for me to be able to see her body and I liked what I saw. It was a short, sleeveless nightie. I couldn’t see anything beneath the hem but it was short enough that if she bent over I knew I had a chance. I could see her looking out into the bay and saw a mute swan and her babies following behind. They were about 80 to 100 feet out from the shore. Jeannette had a bag in her hand and I watched as she attempted to throw something out into the water towards them. It was obvious they were ignoring her as they were steady making it towards the East. Then I got what I was looking for as she bent over to put the bag on the sand. I could see just a smidgen of her panties and I stood there hoping that she’d bend over just a bit further.

The swans were almost to the dock when I ran to the door and called to Jeanette. I hailed her to come over and run out onto the dock and drop whatever she had down to them. I actually forgot that I was in just my boxers. She came running up her stairs and out onto the deck portion of the dock. As she ran towards the end of the dock the rear hem of her nightie was bouncing up and down giving me a good inch of panty to view. She got to the end in time to get the swans attention. However, within seconds she was out of whatever it was she was trying to feed them. She turned and called back to me asking if I had any stale bread. I was standing in the doorway and, not giving the request much thought, I headed for the kitchen and found the heels of a couple of loaves of bread in the breadbox. I ran them back to the door and out onto the dock. I was halfway to the end (and Jeannette) before I realized what I wasn’t wearing. I hesitated for a second but continued to the end.

As I approached her I couldn’t see anything but her legs from under the hem of her nightie. I just hoped that it was the same for her. The swans went crazy for the bread and Jeanette was lamenting that Karen’s husband wasn’t there to take pictures. As they finished their meal I began to think about not embarrassing myself as I made my way back to the house. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw Elle standing there on the raised deck portion of the dock. She was holding the hem of her nightie on both sides trying to keep it down. She was calling out to me asking what we were doing. When I called back to her that there were baby swans (cygnets) out there she let go of her nightie and rushed towards us.

I don’t want to belabor a point that most could care less about but as Elle headed towards me I could see her plastic pants between her legs. For me it was incredibly exciting. The cygnets were bobbing there in the water below us and I’m not sure they knew what they were looking for. I let Elle in so she could get a better look and as she did I patted her butt. Even though she was dry when I left her to come downstairs it was obvious (to me) that she wasn’t any longer and that explained why I saw her plastic pants as they were encasing a soggy mess.

With no more bread forthcoming the swans headed East. That meant we all had to get back to the house. Because of having seen (and felt) Elle’s ”package“ I had bit of a problem down below so I knew I didn’t want to lead the way. Elle was equally self conscious but Jeanette was busy talking to her and not focusing on anything but her face. She started walking with Elle right beside her and with me, happily, now following. Jeanette’s nightie was long enough to hide her panties but when Elle started up the stairs I could see the plastic panties again which re-inflated me a bit. No sooner had we gotten off the dock when Danny, Jeanette’s son, came flying out their front door. He headed right to me saying, loudly that he wanted another ride on the Sailfish. Jeanette was displeased with his behavior and grabbed him by the arm and leaned over to verbally discipline him. As she did the back of her gown came up... and stayed up. There was no doubt that her panties were cotton and, based upon my discovery the previous Summer, in all probability, Lollipop bikinis. I was less than three feet away. WHEW!

Elle made her ”escape“ into the house during that episode. I stayed (and looked) for almost a minute. It ended when Danny apologized for being so bold and I told him that if I set the boat up that I’d be sure to call him. Then I went inside. Elle was standing just inside the door and had a smirky smile on her face. She’d seen exactly what I’d been looking at. Caught red handed I quickly became red faced. Before that became an item I changed the subject and told her I was proud of her for coming out in a ”package“ and a wet one at that. She made a face and then asked if I thought Jeanette saw it. I was almost positive that she hadn’t but the question led me to ask how come she was wet since she’d made it through most of the night dry. She made another face and said that she was dreaming that she was going to the bathroom and promptly did and that was what woke her up. She said that without washcloths and towels it was safer to leave the whole thing on.

I tried to persuade her to go for a walk with me on the beach but she told me she’d ”exposed“ herself enough for one day. My mother came downstairs soon after that and explained that my father had made a new place for the linens and apologized for forgetting to leave some out for us. It was about 8am by then and she offered to make us breakfast. While she was doing that we headed back upstairs to get washed up and dressed. When Elle wasn’t being pressured by one of the kids I’d sometimes ”assist“ her in dressing by helping her into her panties. She’d asked me to bring some of her cotton Lollipop panties fully expecting to, as usual, wear two of them. I had the sexy panties that Willy had sent me hidden in my pocket. After she’d stepped into the cotton pair she busied herself by buttoning her blouse and paid little attention to me. That allowed me to get her to step into the nylon ones. I only had a few seconds and not really any time to see the effect of them before she reached down to pull up her shorts. They were cotton knit and I knew I’d get a decent VPL from them. As she left the room I could clearly see two distinct crotch lines. The sight of them made me smile.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111d)

We were almost to the turn off for town when Peggy asked if I still had the catalog she’d recently seen in the car. The only one I could think of was the one from Willy that I’d taken to show Judith. When I asked why she wanted it she said she’d seen something that she thought her mother might like for her upcoming birthday. I explained that it wasn’t like a Sears catalog and that some things were boxed in multiple quanities. That didn’t deter her and she, again, asked if I still had it. I told her it was at home and as soon as I did I remembered that when she’d been looking at it before I thought I’d missed an opportunity. My immediate thought was to go home first, get the things that Elle wanted and the catalog before dropping Peggy off at home. I told her I could get it if she didn’t mind waiting a bit while I collected the clothes and things. She just smiled so I headed for home.

The catalog was in my briefcase so I dug it out and took it out to her so she could occupy herself while I went about my collecting. While I was getting Elle’s ”package“ stuff together I got the idea to bring a pair of the sexy panties along to see if I could sneak them on Elle while at my parents house. Without the kids to distract her in the morning I thought I might have a chance. I knew if I didn’t bring them I’d be sorry.

It only took about six or seven minutes to get to Peggy’s house so there wasn’t much time to talk. As we pulled into her driveway I told her to look through the catalog to see if there might be some things she, herself, might like... and I mentioned slips. I just couldn’t quite bring myself to say the word ”panties“. I told her to make a list, put it in the catalog and then back into the envelope. I gave her instructions to give it to her father and I’d pick it up at his gas station. As I backed out of the driveway I checked the back yard but the clothesline was bare. It didn’t really surprise me as it was almost 6pm.

By then I knew I'd be late to the party but hoped I'd not get too much grief about it. As I walked up the path I couldn't help but see all the towels and bathing suits hanging on the clothes line but what caught my attention was the panties hanging with them. I knew about Peggy's but seeing the other pair hanging next to Elle's suit told me that she'd taken my advice and cut the sewn in panty out of it. I immediately began thinking of how much fun I'd have in the future with that arrangement.

It was pretty mundane as far as partys go. As usual, our fathers had purchased their own gifts so there were no surprises. As had been done whenever my mother hosted the party, the neighbors were invited to partake in the cake and ice cream. We went from eleven to eighteen bodies in a matter of minutes. Putting the kids together, outside, quieted things down a bit. Then the women gathered at one end of the table and the men at the other. Elle’s father was a party boat captain who took groups of people out fishing for the day. He mentioned that part of his next day’s group had cancelled and he wanted to know if any of the men wanted to go out.

Both Karen and Jeanette’s husbands were interested and they quickly talked their father in law into going along. Elle’s and my brother had to work. I would’ve liked to go but when I’d sailed to the sailing club, Rex had pleaded with me to help run the races the next day. I wanted to stay on his good side since I was hoping to get a real good deal from him on the Sunfish I committed to buy so had said I would. Elle’s father put some pressure on my father and finally got him to agree to go. That surprised me but I was glad that he had.

The most interesting thing to take place the rest of the evening was when my mother told Elle and I that we could sleep in my grandparents room. Although it had been eight years since I’d slept in the house, that room had always been ”sacred“ as far as anyone other than my grandparents using that room. In a way I felt somewhat honored. My parents headed for bed early as my mother, not in the best of health, was visibly tired from all the prep for the party. My father, knowing that 5am would be there quickly, agreed to join her. It was still warm out when they did so I suggested that Elle and I go sit out at the end of the dock like we’d done back when we were dating. I had the idea that we might reprise what we sometimes did back then. However, Elle was way ahead of me and as soon as my hand went between her legs she brushed it away.

When we got up to the bedroom Elle discovered that my mother hadn’t laid out any washcloths and towels for us. I checked where I remembered they had been those many years earlier and didn’t find any. Elle was satisfied that we could survive until morning. I watched Elle, unhappily, put on her full ”package“ as there was no protection on the mattress. We’d decided not to bring the alarms that Elle used to wake herself up at night knowing that they would upset my mother. The upstairs in my parents house had lower ceilings which made warm nights even warmer and Elle was expecting the worst.

For me it was the mattress itself. Our own mattress was nothing out of the ordinary but at least I was used to it. This one was lumpy and any sleep I got was fitful, at best. Elle was restless as well and I remember she was up at least three or four times. I heard my father going down the stairs and decided to join him. Elle was asleep when I got up. I didn’t bother to get dressed and was in just my boxers. I caught up with him in the kitchen making a pot of coffee. It’d been a while since just the two of us had chatted and, ironically, he asked if I’d done any more about a house. I told him that we’d put it on hold for the Summer but that I’d recently seen a for sale sign on a house that looked interesting. He told me to keep him posted. We saw the guys from next door gathering in their driveway so my father headed out to meet them. The sun was just beginning to rise so decided to go out to the front porch and watch it come up. It struck me as somewhat funny that in all the years I’d lived in that house as a boy I’d never taken the time to watch a sunrise and now, with three kids, it was something I wanted to see.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111c)

Returning, as I approached my parents beach I noticed that Peggy, my girls, Danny and another child were all playing at the water’s edge in front of the neighbor’s house. I also saw a man sitting on the steps leading down to the beach. With Peggy’s natural ability to relate to little kids it wasn’t a complete surprise. I pulled the Sailfish up along side of where they were and observed that Peggy had them making what I called drip sand castles... at least the three older ones were. The fourth child was Karen’s daughter and she was intent upon wrecking them. The man on the steps was Karen’s husband. He had a camera in his hand and as I went up to say ”hello” he said he’d gotten some really good pictures of the kids and would send them on to us. I knew he was an aspiring photographer and hoping to do it for a living.

I looked back at Peggy and the kids and she was squatting beside the little girl and pleading with her not to wreck the castles. I thought I saw something peeking out from under the leg elastic of her suit and slowly made my way towards them. I didn’t know what time it was but knew I was starting to get late so used that as my excuse. Standing next to her I confirmed it. I thought that it was interesting but then remembered the panties I’d seen back in the bathroom... did she have her period?

Peggy

 

 

Elle was back from her “chore duty” helping to prepare for the party so took over watching the kids. As I remember it the wind was probably up to 10 to 12 mph as Peggy and I left shore. It didn’t take long for her to get a taste of “real sailing”. The spray from the waves was hitting her right in the face. I asked if she was OK and the smile on her face when she turned to look at me was the answer. The real fun came when I turned the boat around where we could start to surf the waves. We were really going fast when we fell off a wave she went sliding off the boat. She wasn’t laughing when she came up for air but I was. I had to help her get back up on the boat and that’s when I got my confirmation that she was, indeed, wearing a panty under her suit. She was able to get part way back on the boat but needed help to get all the way up. The only thing I could do was to grab her by the back of her suit and give it a yank. When I did it pulled the bottom of the suit up over her cheeks and there, right in front of my eyes, was a bright white piece of nylon material. There wasn’t time for a “reaction” on my part as I had to try and maintain control of the boat and keep it from turning over. I got her to sit up and asked if she’d had enough and I was happy when she said she wanted to continue.

By the time we got back to shore it was a little before 4pm. I told her to go get cleaned up and changed and I’d take care of putting the boat away. The house had  an outside shower to get the salt water and sand off and even though it was cold water it was better than having dry salt water on your skin. By the time I got back to the shower Peggy had toweled herself dry and was headed inside to change into her clothes. While I was toweling off Elle came out to tell me that there had been a “slight“ change in our plans. Her mother was insisting that the kids stay overnight with her so Elle’s father could spend some time with them. I won’t bore you with why this was pure BS but I knew for me to fight it would prove fruitless. Even before I could even think of something to say Elle continued on by telling me that my mother had countered that with an invite for us to stay overnight with them. The first thought I had was that we didn’t have supplies (diapers) for the baby... and a few seconds later... that Elle would need supplies for her nighttime ”package“.

Elle was ready for that. Since I was taking Peggy home all I had to do was stop at home and pick up the needed things. There was little I could say or do so I headed inside to change my clothes. As I did I saw my older girls dragging Elle towards the beach for one final swim. I couldn’t help but think of what an idyllic life they led at that age.

My mother had one major rule when the bathroom was used for changing out of a wet bathing suit... put it in the sink and not on the floor. I walked in, pulled down my suit and sort of flipped it towards the sink. Rushed for time, my aim was poor and it hung on the edge. Mindful of my mother’s edict I rushed over to get it before it hit the floor. As I grabbed it I spied something already in the sink. Mostly blue, I recognized it as Peggy’s suit. But there was something else and it was nice bright white. I picked the soggy mass up and could see the white was clearly a pair of panties. Of course I wanted to take a close look at them but it became quite evident that she’d just rolled the suit and panties down together. Intermixed as they were I didn’t dare try to separate them because she’d know someone had been looking.

When I emerged she was out on the beach saying her thank yous and good byes. I stood on the dock and enjoyed the ”view“... of a nice VPL as she bent over to give my  girls their good bye kisses. It was well after 4pm by the time we made it to the Main Road. A few minutes later I heard Peggy cry out that she’d left her bag back at the house. I was already running behind so I asked if there was anything in it that she really needed. I told her that we’d bring it when we came back home the next day and would drop it off. she gave it a few seconds and said she'd be fine without it. I couldn’t help but have an inward smile because it meant I’d have a good chance to inspect the panties she’d been wearing under her bathing suit.

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FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111b)

Elle and I had only made a couple of visits during the Summer so I’d missed seeing the next door Summer neighbors, Karen and Jeannette. Jeanette was always a treat to see... not much on top but very nicely rounded on the bottom... and usually good for a panty peek from her very short shorts. Peggy and I barely had the sail up when Danny, Jeanette’s son showed up. Never shy, he immediately asked if he could have a ride. Thinking quickly, I told him it would be up to his mother hoping to see her. He ran off and I swear it wasn’t a minute later he was back dragging her behind him. After we said our “hellos” and she agreed it would be OK for him to get a ride she turned and started up the steps to where Elle and my mother were sitting. As usual (for Jeanette) I did get a brief sighting of her panties sticking out from the leg openings of her shorts as she made her way up the steps. As I watched I wondered why I hadn’t come to visit more often.

I knew I had to have someone on the boat along with Danny so I suggested that Peggy get changed. You know I had my eyes glued to her backside as she climbed up the steps to the lawn. The overriding question was where she’d do it... the changing room on the porch or in the downstairs bathroom. I had to change as well so the timing was perfect.

When Peggy returned she was wearing a one piece suit that was similar to one that Elle used to have. The middle was dark blue with a primarily white top and bottom. It was a bloomer type bottom with a tiny skirt. The top of the suit was tight enough to see that she was certainly starting to fill out. It was my turn to change and a quick peek into the porch changing room turned up nothing. To the bathroom! With my father off running errands and my mother out on the lawn with Elle I had an optimum opportunity to do my ”research“. The bathroom, such as it was, had only a sink and toilet with no counters or any place to put clothes. That left the floor and that’s where they were. Right on top was her bra. As I’ve mentioned, over the past two days I’d seen more of Peggy’s ”form“ than ever before. It had been like a ”coming out party“ and it had caught my attention. I was curious as to what size she was and read the label... Playtex Size 34B but when I felt the cups they were spongy. Elle was a 34B and I knew when I felt her bras they didn't feel that way. It was more to puzzle about. The panties came next. They appered to be cotton and, as usual, I went right for the tag. There was no manufacturer’s label but there was a size and content one. It read Eiderlon Size M. At first I thought Eiderlon was the maker but it took a couple of readings to realize it was the name of the material. A close inspection of the crotch showed little a little staining of the elastic in the crotch area but it appeared to be old. It was fairly obvious the panties hadn’t been worn very much and I wondered if she had her period. I knew Elle would never think of getting in the water when she was on period. If I were to assess my feelings about then I would have to say I was disappointed.

Elle had kept the kids off the beach until I’d gotten the Sunfish rigged so when I returned she led them inside to get them into their bathing suits. The wind was light and from the North which was typical for the morning. The real Southerly usually didn’t start until the afternoon. It was perfect for taking the neighbor boy, Danny, out as well as my girls. I took them, one by one, and had Peggy on board to hold onto them, just to be sure. We were probably on the water for an hour before we pulled the boat up on the beach for lunch. Elle was nestled under a beach umbrella with the baby. She’d bought a new suit at an end of season sale and it was the first time I’d seen it on her. It looked similar to a child’s playsuit in that it was one piece with a halter top and a shorts like bottom. The bottom part was similar to what we now call ”boy leg“ panties. It was cotton and a seersucker material with a sewn in panty that I could see it as I stood in front of her. I thought she looked cute in it.

During lunch we came up with a plan for the afternoon. It was decided that Elle would get to use the Sailfish first so she’d be free to help prepare for the party. It was to start at 6pm and I knew it’d take over an hour to deliver Peggy home and to get back so we set 4pm as the end of all the beach activities. I definitely wanted to get Peggy out again when there was decent wind so she could experience the thrill of actually going fast on water without a motor. I targeted 3pm as the time I’d take her out as, on most days, the wind would be at it’s strongest by then.

I won’t say that Elle was afraid of stronger winds but she was most comfortable when there wasn’t much in the way of waves. She spent about a half hour sailing before returning to the beach. I was a bit surprised so asked her why she didn’t stay out longer. She told me that the panties of her suit were cutting her in the crotch. She knew that she was what is called ”long waisted“ which means her torso is a bit longer than most women. Because the panties were attached to the suit they ended up binding. While she was explaining her problem it came to me that she should just cut the panties out. When I told her that she gave me one of her famous ”looks“ as if to say "are you kidding?". With her face all twisted up she put me down but I wasn’t through. I told her to just wear a pair of her own panties... that no one would know the difference. She didn’t react so I knew she was thinking about it.

I took the boat out by myself and sailed down to the sailing club. I’d seen similar sails as mine and hoped they were on one of the Sunfish boats that I’d seen there. I was in luck in that one of them was AND, when asked, the guy allowed me to try it out. Talk about love at first sight! This was love at first sail. Even though I was only out for about 15 to 20 minutes I knew I liked it. I had a place to put my feet and was actually somewhat comfortable. As I turned the boat back over to the owner I knew, for sure, this type boat was in my future.

To be continued...

FURTHER ALONG... fun in the Fall (Part 111a)

With Labor Day weekend almost upon me I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. I’d more or less overlooked the annual tradition of celebrating both Elle’s and my fathers birthday on one of the three days of the holiday. On my mind (among other things) was the invitation I’d made to Peggy to join us at my parents house to go sailing; getting her back home and racing the car. I’m not exactly sure when Elle hit me with the reminder but one critical piece of information was that her brother was going to be coming... and could only do it on Saturday. What really galled me about his was that he’d not bothered to come to any of his father’s birthdays since he’d been discharged from the Army and all of a sudden he decided to grace us with his company... but on his terms. With that I knew it was useless to even think about racing so turned my focus on making arrangements to pick Peggy up and to get her back home.

Peggy had spent the Summer working for a lady who lived in the mobile home park who’d started  sort of a day care business just for the Summer. Her last day was the Friday right before the weekend. Even though Elle drove her home from work a few days a week I didn’t get to see much of her. So, needing to make the arrangements I asked Elle to have her wait until I got home. Shorts and a baggy white blouse were her usual “uniform” but when I got home she was in a skirt (short) and a fitted top. I always enjoyed seeing her no matter what she wore but with this outfit I was mesmerized. She actually looked like a young woman and not a typical teenager. She was dressed up to go out to an end of summer party and had asked Elle if she could change at our place. The key to the arrangements for the next day was in how long it would take for Elle to get the kids ready to go so we set 10am as the target for us to pick Peggy up. I remember teasing her about going to the party and then having to get up in the morning. She promised she’d be ready.

Neither Elle not I was in a good mood that night. Elle was fretting about my having invited Peggy and I was grumpy because her brother had suddenly injected himself into the weekend. It was definitely not a night to try and spring the sexy panties I’d gotten from Willy on her. That added to my frustration. I decided I’d pre load a lot of the things the kids would need and want the next day like the playpen, portable crib and toys. Elle had a list of things she knew she’d want for the baby and when I went into the bathroom to put them together I spied a pile of clothes that I knew weren’t Elle’s. That meant they had to be Peggy’s. To say I was excited is to put it mildly but my imagination got ahead of reality. Yes, she had changed her clothes but evidently not her bra and panties. That left me wondering just what she’d wear the next day.

As usual, getting the kids ready took more time than Elle had planned. It was 10am and it was obvious that it would still be a while. I’d loaded the station wagon up with all the kids gear and other than Elle and the kids it (and I) were ready to go. I told Elle that I was going to go pick Peggy up. I didn’t stick around to see her reaction. Peggy was ready and waiting. In bed the night before I’d come up with the different combinations that I imagined Peggy could or would choose to wear. The one I figured she would be wearing was her usual shorts and blouse. I was partially right in that she was wearing shorts but they weren’t the usual baggy cotton ones. They were a pale blue knit pair. Her top was the most form fitting one I’d ever seen her in and the image of her becoming a young lady from the night before was reinforced. Seeing her dressed that way I did ask if she had her bathing suit. She held up her bag as she slid onto the front seat.

One thing I’d learned about knit shorts and pants... they gave off some incredible VPL’s and I couldn’t wait to see Peggy’s. I didn’t have to wait long because when we got back to my place I followed her up the steps. The crotch line wasn't all that big but it was vivid... and caused a slight bulge as I followed her inside. Elle, surprisingly, was ready to go. The older girls were excited to see Peggy and it took a few minutes to calm them down but we were finally off.

My mother, the social butterfly, was actually happy to meet Peggy. I’d explained that we were bringing her to get her exposed to “real sailing”. Sailing on the bay was totally different that on the lake. I’d explained the difference to Peggy on the way there but I knew it would take being out on the water for her to realize just how different it was. I unloaded all the kids “junk” while Elle, my mother and Peggy chatted. My mother had the lawn furniture set up so that it faced the water. When it was time to rig the Sailfish I called for Peggy to join me on the beach. This was done with malice and aforethought. I managed to position myself to have some incredible VPL’s. I just wished that she was wearing a pair of the panties that Willie had sent. I could imagine just what a view that would’ve been.

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MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 110l)

On our return to the house we decided we’d move the chest first and come back to get the last two drawers. Bret and I went upstairs while J J and Amy got something to drink. I was standing by the chest (which was almost shoulder high) and happened to look at the openings for the smaller drawers that had been removed. They were like compartments. I’d not seen anything like it before. As I looked inside I saw something white way in the back of one of them. Bret was looking out the window so I reached in and found something very soft. I quickly pulled it out while keeping my eyes on Bret. Once out I stuffed it into my pocket. It was just as Bret walked back over to the chest and I know I had a guilty look on my face but thankfully, he didn't say anything. I couldn’t remember which of the two top drawers held Amy’s panties but I was standing there hoping and praying that it was this one.

When Amy and J J returned we quickly found that the chest, even though now lighter, was still going to be difficult to handle going down the stairs. By the time we reached the bottom we knew there was no way we were even going to try to move the dresser. After we wrestled the chest into the cottage my back was bothering me. I hadn’t had a problem with it for quite a while and now it was. I was mad that I’d let J J talk me into the project. I knew I had to rest for a few minutes so Bret and J J went back to the house to get the remaining drawers. I was hoping that Amy would go with them to give me a chance to peek at not only what was in my pocket but also in the panty drawer that was under the bed. But Amy stayed and busied herself by putting it and the other small drawer into the chest. I, unfortunately, was foiled.

We moved the furniture that had been in the cottage to the house and it went fairly easily. It was cheaply built, smaller and lighter. The last items to be moved were Amy’s dressing table and mirror. By the time we had it placed in the cottage even Amy agreed, although reluctantly, that the dresser wouldn’t fit. We finished up by helping J J empty the boxes from his van. He still had a two hour trip back to the city so he could load it up again. I’d tried to sneak a peek at the wad of material stuffed in my pocket but it didn’t work out for me. A couple of times I thought J J saw me fiddling in my pocket. I was a bit self conscious as it probably looked like I was playing with myself.

When Bret and I left I made a stop at the house with the for sale sign. It was located at the top of a small hill. The driveway was cut into the hill so it was hard to see the house from the road but once at the top I knew that I’d been there before. Since I knew the real estate agent I decided to give him a call. Back in the Spring I’d been working on modifying house plans that we’d sent away for but with the advent of Summer I’d put the project aside. With the Fall and Winter coming and knowing that we’d be spending more time inside I knew I had to get back to it. Since the house was so big I thought I might get some more ideas from seeing the inside. However, I quickly decided that I wouldn’t say anything about it to Elle.

I actually had to wait to inspect my ”find“ until I dropped Bret off. I only drove down the street a short way before stopping under a street light. When I unrolled the wad I found there were two panties. One was obviously a pair that Amy wore when she had her period (BTW: they were clean) but the other was very special. They were like none that I’d ever seen before. They weren’t a full brief and they weren’t bikini’s... but something in between. They were very lacy and the material was satiny but not like the nylon satin tricot used in the Plymouth panties that Elle would wear for me. I found the label and even it was special. It was embroidered and could barely read ”Bali“ on it. That was the first time I’d seen that name. As I sat there admiring them I got the thought that as nice as they were Amy would surely miss them and began to worry. I quickly realized there wasn’t much I could do about it because my chances of ever getting into Amy’s panty drawer to return them were non existent. I hid them under my seat so I could take a look at them in daylight and headed home.

I lay in bed that night and had two thoughts. The first was about Amy’s panties and just how different they were. I couldn’t wait to head for work so I could take a real close look at them. The second was that I still hadn’t had Elle wear the sexy panties I’d gotten from Willy. Amy’s panties reawakened my thoughts about them and I vowed to get to work on that as soon as the opportunity presented itself.

I didn’t even make it out of the park before I stopped and retrieved the panties from under my seat. I spread them out over the steering wheel and marveled at the lace around the leg openings. However, I noticed that the elastic was blended in with the lace. I already knew they were a different material than normal panties as it didn’t have any stretch to it. I turned to the label and saw it was a combination of silk, nylon and dacron. The only thing I’d ever knowingly seen made from dacron fabric was the last set of sails I’d bought for the boat I’d sold a year ago. It seemed like a strange combination but there was no denying how elegant they felt to the touch. I checked the crotch carefully and I could see they had been worn. The stains were light but there was no way I’d be able to get them on Elle without her noticing. That made me sad. I had to get to work (and get my bulge down) so stuffed them back under the seat and headed out.

To be continued...

MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 110k)  

It was another unmemorable night of racing for me, In a way I was glad the season was coming to an end. The highlight of the night was after the races were over and in seeing one of Chet’s fans in a pair of white pants that showed the outline of her panties from her waist to her butt. They appeared to be very sheer and the double material of the crotch jumped out even more than usual, even in the poor light. I managed to get close to her to notice the material was very different. It seemed to have a texture to it and wasn’t smooth like the pants and shorts the other females were wearing. I really liked it... or what was I allowed to see of it in the poor light.

The end of the month was rapidly approaching and J J and his wife had to get their kids registered for school. Even though classes didn’t start until the day after Labor Day  J J had talked Amy and her father into letting him start moving things into the house the week before. I was at my desk when I saw three kids come running into the lobby from the rear door. A minute later I saw Bonnie, J J’s wife, walking across the floor carrying a baby and urging a toddler to keep up with her. I pointed her out to Bret who immediately looked at me with disbelief written across his face. After we were sure she was in the elevator he said something like ”You’ve got to be kidding!“ As I’ve written previously, J J was a good looking guy and most of the females in the bank had made that fact known. Here was this fat, frumpy woman, dressed like she’d grabbed things out of the wash basket to wear, walking into her husband’s workplace for the first time. All I could think of was that she was absolutely clueless or didn’t give a s__t.

When she reappeared she was with J J who wanted (for whatever reason) to introduce her to Hobie, Bret and me (again). The three older kids were running around the lobby, out of control, and she made no effort to try to rein them in. As she was being introduced to Hobie the look on her face showed complete disinterest and the tone of her voice confirmed it. I immediately made it a point to pick a night to help J J when I knew she was still in the city.

J J, to save money, had decided to use his VW van to move as many of his things as he could and on a daily basis. He’d arrive at work with a full van and then drive to the house after work, unload it and then drive back to the city and do it again. When J J told me that he was planning on moving the family the last week of August I took the initiative and told him that I wanted to get whatever it was he wanted help with over and done as soon as possible. I didn’t want any part of his wife. In the back of my mind I’d been worrying about how to get my Sailfish back to my parents place so we could use it over the Labor Day weekend. As J J, Bret and I worked out the best night for us it dawned on me that I could put it on top of his van. At least, that way, I’d get something back from J J.

On the night we selected the first stop was at my place to pick up the boat. Because J J had packed his van to the bursting point Bret and I drove together. The house was located on what at one time had been a well travelled but twisty road. Because of many serious car crashes the town had created a new bypass. I hadn’t been on it since the new road had been completed and opened. We had to pass a spring fed pond that was used for ice skating when it was really cold during the Winters. Right across the street were two large houses and there was a for sale sign in front of one of them. I remember going there one time with my father to pick up some vegetables. I thought it might be interesting to stop there on the way home just to take a quick look.

We arrived at the house to find Amy waiting for us. Since J J had come on the scene she’d not been anywhere near as flirty with me as she’d been when I first met her. She was wearing a pair of beige shorts with a sleeveless blouse. I sized her up and pretty much knew that if I positioned myself properly during the time we were there I’d be able to get some really nice VPL’s.

As far as she was concerned all she wanted was for her bedroom suite to be moved. The cottage had two bedrooms and she’d staked out the larger one. We had to move that furniture out first so we’d have a place to put her things.That was relatively easy as it only consisted of two chest of drawers and the bed. When we went into the main house I have to admit I was impressed. There was an elegance about it although it did show some neglect. When we went upstairs Amy led the way and I was about four or five steps behind her... perfect for VPL viewing. She led us into her room and it was quite a sight to see. It was large, maybe 18’ by 15’. She had a canopy bed, a dressing table, a huge dresser, large chest of drawers and two stuffed chairs. I’ve always had a good feel for space utilization and, as I looked around I knew there was no way it would all fit in the bedroom in the cottage. A second observation was that we’d have our hands full trying to get the dresser down the stairs. I’d hoped that J J would’ve said something negative about it but he was quiet. I did suggest that we start with the bed so that we’d know how much room we’d have for the rest. That went well. Having had success with my first suggestion I tried again by asking Amy what was the most important of the remaining items. Her answer, not that surprising, was ”all of them“. I tried again and asked which one she wanted us to take next. I thought I’d get another ”smart“ answer but she picked out the chest of drawers.

It was also a big one. There were six layers of drawers with the bottom two being the biggest (widest). Above them were four rows of slightly smaller (narrower) drawers with the top row holding two drawers. Bret and I went over and we could barely move it. It was obvious the drawers had to come out. I started to pull one out and Amy came flying across the room to stop me. I told her there was just no way we could carry it with the drawers remaining in it, especially down the stairs. The other two agreed with me and she finally backed down. Then she pulled one of the smaller top drawers out and handed it to J J and told him to take it to the cottage. From where I was standing I could see there were panties in the drawer. I wondered why she gave it to J J but before I could give it any thought she handed me the drawer right below it. I could see a pile of what appeared to be shirts and blouses. I, too, headed for the cottage with Bret and Amy each carrying a drawer, following. As we walked inside I was hoping to get a peek at the drawer J J was holding but he managed to stay ahead of me and slid it under the bed. I was puzzled about that as well.

To be continued...

MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 110j)

I actually did go to the sailing club on my way home. That way I felt it wasn’t a complete lie that I’d told Elle. There wasn’t much activity because of the weather but I did spot Rex doing some repairs on the porch. As I made my way over to where he was working I noticed a couple of boats that looked somewhat like my Sailfish on the beach. I asked Rex about them and the first words out of his mouth were ”You need to get one!“ My immediate reaction was ”No I don’t!“ but I didn’t say the words. I distinctly remember giving him one of those looks you give someone who is trying to sell you something that you don’t want. I’m not sure if I asked him why but it didn’t matter because he was about to tell me.

The boat was called a Sunfish and made by the same company that made the Sailfish. It was the same length and used the same sail but it was wider and had a small cockpit where you could put your feet. At 6’1”, I’d found myself very uncomfortable after a while. I went over to take a look at the ones on the beach and I have to say that it definitely looked like an improvement. Rex told me that a few people had already bought one and there was talk that the club was going to seek a fleet charter for them. I just had to ask how the Windmill sailboats that I absolutely hated were doing. He gave me a sheepish smile and then told me that I’d been right when I’d voiced my negative opinion of them. He said there were still a few members who continued to race them but there were more who’d sold their boats. Then he went into the “sell” mode on the Sunfish again.

I actually stood and listened to him. Through one of his contacts he’d arranged to buy some used boats. They were presently being used by one of the large resorts but after after the Summer season was over they would sell them and buy new ones for the following year. He said it would be a “steal“ in that they would come with all new sails, masts, rudder and dagger board and cost $400 less than buying a new one. I had no idea what a new one cost but, after his spiel, I had to know. He told me that the price depended upon how many scratches the hull (boat) had on it but it would range from $600 to $700. My mind was really churning at this point. I knew that the my father had paid his neighbor $300 for the Sailfish and had been told it cost $750 new. I asked when he had to know an answer and how much I’d have to put down on it. He pretty much surprised me when he said all he needed to know was that I wanted one and how much I was willing to pay. He wouldn’t be getting the boats until the end of September so there was time. I immediately told him that I’d take one. It was a case of buyers remorse on the trip home. I knew better than to tell Elle even though she had also expressed some concern about how hard it was to stay on the Sailfish when it was windy. I knew I had to pick the right time to tell her.

Things at work had been going smoothly although I’d taken on some added responsibilities. One was that of facilities manager. When Chuck had died management didn’t really have a good handle on everything he was involved in. That was because the bank had no job descriptions. That had been remedied but in the case of the facilities, as long as the lights came on and there was air conditioning no one paid any attention to it. I arrived one day to find it unusually warm in the lobby and it wasn’t even 9am. I asked Hank, the custodian, if he knew what was wrong and he just shrugged his shoulders. He did volunteer that in the past the fuses for the air handler would sometimes blow out. I asked him where the fuse box was located and he told me it was in the attic. I had no idea how to get there so asked him to show me. Hank was a very rigid individual and one who didn’t accept change readily. His job in the morning was to man the back door and to let the employees in and he wasn’t about to leave his post. It was struggle to get him to tell me how to get there but finally he did.

I think I’d explained in an earlier post that there were only two restrooms on each floor. The ladies room on the second floor was in the very back and right outside the Board Room. To get to the attic you had to go through the bathroom and open a door that led to the stairway. On my own, I made my way to the ladies room and opened the door to the attic. I saw one step that acted as a landing for the stairs that were immediately to the right. I flipped the light switch and closed the door and headed up the stairs. Once in the attic it took a few minutes to find the fuse box. Luckily for me I also found a box of fuses. I found the culprits and made the changes, hearing the fans start immediately. Satisfied, I headed back down. I opened the door and started to step down only to be shocked to see Lena, the president’s secretary, in the process of rising from the toilet and pulling her panties up. She cried out which surprised me even more and made me try to step back. The problem was that one step. I caught my heel and fell backward onto my butt. I only remember staring at Lena’s groin and seeing just a wisp of her pubic hair and the top of her panties. The shock left us both in suspended animation for a few seconds. Lena then continued to pull her panties up as I tried to stand up. To say that we were both embarrassed is putting it mildly. However, Lena recovered first. Very politely she asked if anyone had told me the protocol for going up into the attic. I told her that until about ten minutes prior I didn’t even know there was an attic. I could tell she was uncomfortable in telling me that whenever anyone went up to the attic the door was to be left open. That way anyone wanting to use the toilet would know someone was up there. If one of the ladies couldn’t wait she was to close the door which would let the attic person not to open the door on their own.

I was all apologetic and was perspiring profusely from the embarrassment. I noted that, in Lena’s case, she’d calmed down almost immediately. I found that to be very interesting. On my way downstairs I tried to remember if I’d actually seen anything interesting about Lena’s panties in the few seconds I'd had to see them. I was pretty sure that I’d seen a lace applique right where the side seam and leg elastic met. I also thought that the leg elastic was different than most panties and that made me want to find out more about them.

To be continued...  

MORE SUMMER FUN... August (Part 110i)

When that race was over I finally got a chance to ask Jim about the woman. He laughed and told me that the look on my face when I first saw her was a classic. I wasn’t interested in how I looked so I bugged him for some information. The story went something like this... Big Dan had owned some sort of bar/club in the city and she’d performed there. Somehow, someway, they connected and got married. Dan sold the bar and, tired of the hassle of the city, he moved out East and bought a bait store. Jim’s boss was a big fisherman and one thing led to another and Jim ended up meeting Dan... and his wife. I had to ask him if he had any idea just how big she was. He laughed again and I do remember him saying, emphatically, BIG!

I honestly don’t remember anything about how I did in the race. I do remember that  Seeg had come over to wish me luck before the race and almost choked on his cigar when he got a profile look at the woman. I also remember that after the race I stayed by the car talking to Dan (but looking at the woman) trying to get him to give me some sponsorship money. I did put a bumper sticker on the car for him before the race and thought there might be a chance. However, no money was forthcoming. Darren and I never did get over to see Seeg and his son after his race because we wasted so much time with Dan.

It was sometime after that that J J approached me saying that his wife was coming out for the weekend to get a handle on the house he was going to rent until his new house was completed. He hinted that it might be nice if we (Elle and I) would go out to dinner with them. I absolutely did not like that woman even though I’d only met her the one time. I fabricated an excuse to get out of it and thought I’d escaped. What he was angling for was for me to help him get the house ready for him to move in. He thought that a free dinner would be the way to do it. Never one to give up, he came up with an alternative plan. On a few occasions he’d casually mentioned how much fun he’d had when I took him sailing on the Sailfish. So, he offered to spring for a dinner picnic for Elle, I and the kids out at the lake. We hadn’t used the boat in a few weeks and I really did like the guy so I said ”yes“ even without talking to Elle.

Elle really had no problem with the idea of the picnic so we went ahead with the preparations. The problem came when Peggy heard about it. She made sure I heard her when she reminded me about Labor Day and the invite I’d given her. I hadn’t mentioned it to Elle so that created a little friction. We got lucky at the lake as there was enough wind to get around. I let J J go for a sail all by himself and when he came back I knew he was ”hooked“ on it.

During the picnic part of the evening I learned about the deal he’d worked for the house rental. As I’ve written, he'd been renting the guest cottage owned by the people who ran the advertising agency that the bank used. The owner had a large main house (five bedrooms) where his son and grand daughter (Amy) also lived. However, he had just retired to Florida and Amy had told J J that the house was way too big for just the two of them. J J, on a whim, asked the son if there was any chance for him to rent the main house for a few months and he agreed to it. The guest house was big enough for both he and his daughter so he agreed to it. What J J wanted from me was to help move some of their things from the main house over to the guest cottage. As part of the ”deal“ he’d agreed to take care of that and, being short of money, was looking for all the free help he could get. He told me that he was going to ask Bret as well. He described what had to be done and as it didn’t sound like it was a lot of work, I agreed. Out of sight of J J, Elle rolled her eyes.

The following Saturday turned out to be a stormy day so the car races were cancelled. I’d been in touch with Willy to thank him for the panties, slips and nighties and learned a little about the business. I, naively, had thought that he would just pull a couple of items out of a bin and ship then out. He explained that anything shipped out went according to the information in the catalog and that panties were packaged six to a box. He asked if I’d gotten the catalog to the lady (Judith) I’d told him about that had just opened a boutique. I hadn’t and felt guilty about it. I remember feeling flushed when he asked. I lied and told him I had and also told him I’d follow up on it over the weekend with her. With that I knew I had to do it... but what excuse could I use to get away from Elle and the kids.

It had been a while since I’d last talked with Judith. The common thread we had was the girl who I’d worked with at the first bank, Stasia. The girl had been in an intolerable situation as far as her personal life was concerned and Judith had arranged for her brother to take her in and give her a job The last time I’d spoken to Judith she’d told me that she’d adapted fairly well. I’d promised to come visit her new shop but still hadn’t done it. Now I had to.

I’ve never been a good liar and I was sure Elle didn’t believe me when I told her I was going to the sailing club. When I walked into Judith’s shop I was truly surprised. She had so many clothes packed into that small space I could hardly get from the door to the counter. She was pleased to see me and it took a good bit of time for us to get caught up with each other. Stasia and her son were now ”thriving“ in their new surroundings. There had been no repercussions for her involvement so that was another plus. I finally brought out the catalog and explained that the owner of the company was a friend and was a Summer resident of the area. I told her he would be available to meet with her if she showed any interest. I remember her giving me one of those patronizing smiles which told me that she had no interest. Picking up on that I asked if she’d do me a BIG favor and call Willy to let him know. I left a bit disappointed but had seen enough in her store to know I’d be back.

To be continued...