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This is a work of fiction based on true events of my life.
Names and location have changed to protect the paradox!
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Summer break was a few days away and I was giddy with anticipation. I finally start high school in three months! With only two years into the new decade, MTV was almost a year old and Hungry Like the Wolf was on heavy rotation on the FM radio and I could smell the summertime change in the air!!! This was going to be the best summer ever!
I get home without any homework, thinking about grabbing my BMX bike and meet my friends at the track for some racing and jumps or just plain horsing around when right out of nowhere as soon as I walk in, my folks tell me that I was set up with a summer job and that I start this Saturday morning 10am right at the start of summer break.
Say what??!!
So now, it’s June something, I’m working at Hurley’s Grocery & Goods in the hot summer and it sucked!!
By now my friends were all enjoying the summertime sun down the shore at the legendary boardwalk with the famous two level arcade down South NJ at their families’ rental beach homes for most of the summer months and I was stranded in town with a job without any friends to hang with. I was invited to join them and I wished I could but I couldn’t, cause of the arrangement my folks had with Alfred who was a grey haired, stocky, single, sixty four year old man who owned the store. He paid me fifteen dollars a week, which back then wasn’t bad and was good spending money at the arcade those days. All I had to do with tidy up the store, stock products on the shelves, take out the trash. Ya know, that kind of stuff and geesh, the place was a mess!
Now let me tell you a bit about me. I was a Sci-Fi loving, comic book collecting, tall, thin, long straight dark hair, dark eyed, long eyelashes, nerdy white boy. Completely hairless body except for a few wisps of pubes, a round little cute butt and I looked like a girl from behind!! Once I got on the city bus with my mother and as I passed the bus driver he called out, “Miss. Miss. Young lady.”, inferring I needed to pay my fare but I didn’t know he was talking to me of course until I hear my mother say out loud, “He’s my son and not a girl!” to the bus driver. Everyone turned now to look at me now as I walked down the aisle of the bus to find a seat for us. Most people smiled at me when I walked by with the look of ‘Oh what a sweetie’. As I’m looking for a double seat and mom still counting out the money to the bus driver for our fare, I walk by a lady with big boobs in a tight blue top and black skirt with long shiny legs topped off in open toe high heels winked and blew me a little kiss as I walked by. A funny feeling in my groin kicked right away and I decided to sit right opposite her. When my mom arrived I made her sit next to the window, which she found odd. I would casually sneak glances of her shiny legs hoping that she wouldn’t notice but she knew I was. She would cross and uncross her legs, she would adjust her skirt slowly revealing more shiny leg. She would dangle one high heel and then slide it back on again. I would slightly turn my head to look at her legs and the dangling shoe. My eyes just ran up and down those shiny legs and and savoured the heels. I noticed she had painted toenails which I can see through her open toe heels. Somehow my eyes went up past her legs, which now I see a little lace peeking at the hemline of her black skirt resting on her thigh, past her tight blue top which I stared at her magnificent mountains for a moment and met her eyes. She was watching me checking her out the whole time and she smiled at me and blew me another kiss with and wink. I turned quickly and just stared forward for a few moments, scared to turn my head in any direction. But of course, my eye wandered back to her dangling foot and the loop started again.
Now this it the thing, I had a ‘thing’ at that time, that no one knew about. It was pantyhose and lingerie and I was obsessed with it. By then I had been ‘borrowing’ my mom’s pantyhose when she would step out. I would carefully take them from her lingerie stand, noting exactly how they were folded and were they were. I would sit on her bed and gently slide them on my naturally hairless legs with a careful pointed toe just as my mother put them on. I learned by watching my her put them on with such finesse and ease. I would wear them and prance in the mirror. I would walk on my tip toe as if I was wearing high heels because my feet were too small to fit in my mother’s heels. The fabric felt so wonderful against my hairless legs. As I walked around the house the air that moved around my smooth nude colour pantyhose legs gave me feelings I couldn’t understand. A feeling of tenderness, gentleness and the light scent of fabric softener gave it this sense of femininity.
It was time to rub one out!! Being careful not to ruin them, I lay on my bed as I let go a stream of sap on my stomach and rub it into my skin. After the wonderful feeling of ecstasy and when my sap was dried up absorbed into my smooth body, I would carefully take them off and put them back exactly as I found them. I never got caught nor did I ever hear mention of someone’s been rummaging in her boudoir.
If I knew what a junkie was, I was a pantyhose junkie and didn’t know it. If OCD was a thing back then, I had it and didn’t know. Just thinking of pantyhose and lingerie would get my little button stiff. Whenever I heard my mom say she would step out shopping or getting her hair done or whatever women did for hours on end, my mind and libido started thinking about pantyhose and rubbing out another stream of sap onto my body. I would think the sap was good for the skin back then!!
Once I was rummaging around in the attic, since I was no longer afraid it was haunted, I found my grandmother’s old trunk that looked like it came from the late 1800’s and in that ancient trunk I found my grandmother’s assorted lingerie and stockings neatly folded in long flat boxes. The stockings were folded over perfectly with a little crease across the center, clearly haven’t been worn in years. They were grey and very lightweight and I noticed they didn’t have an elastic band along the thigh nor were they lace tops. They were the old fashion stockings that needed garters to hold them up and they were so much lighter in my hands than my mother’s pantyhose. I put them up to my smooth face and caress the fabric as it touches my lips, I get excited by the feeling. It was a different fabric and I didn’t care what it was. There were mine now and grandma certainly will not be asking for these anymore. I bunch them up and stuff them into my front denim pocket of my shorts but this big lump was now showing and my folks will certainly inquire as to what was in my pocket. I removed them from my pocket and refolded the stockings flatter and neater this time. I stuff them down my pants when all of the sudden this new light weight ancient fabric touches my little button and I am frozen in my tracks. Another wave of exotic feelings consume me as the once scary attic has now become a treasure chest of fun and excitement! I close the trunk quietly climb down from the attic, casually walk by my parents to my room where I hid them in my private hiding space. I remember one thing as I put them away, I couldn’t wear them cause I didn’t have a garter belt. I knew what garter belts were thanks to the Sears catalog and I need to go look in the trunk again. Certainly grandma had garters in the trunk.
I was a lingerie freak and I specialised in pantyhose. I didn’t know it then that it was a fetish. Didn’t even know that word nor would I have understood it if you explained it to me. All I knew was that whenever I saw pantyhose, whether they were packaged in a store display or on a lady’s legs, something in my body made my feel soft, warm, fuzzy, girly and I had to have it or touch it. I never told anyone of course.
Back to now, June something. I was cleaning one of the aisle full of assorted groceries. I would take a section down, wipe the shelf with a wet soapy rag, dust off the tops of cans and replace them neatly. It was a filthy job. The shelves were probably last cleaned ten years ago. I had to change the water bucket constantly because it was filthy from the shelves. I couldn’t wait to get home and have a bath. I was filthy dirty and it was gross. But I gotta admit, after I started working there, the store took on a new symmetry. It looked cleaner, tidier, brighter and airy. Customers would comment on how easier it was to find groceries. This of course impressed Alfred.
I start to pull down the next section of the same aisle and while I’m taking down canned beans at the second shelf from the top I find an old yellowed cellophane package of nude pantyhose with reinforced toe from sometime in the 60’s when they first became popular crammed and wedged at back of the shelf. I reached for it to inspect it and peeled from its place.
Holy shit!
It was like I found a huge bag of money, or a gun, or a dead body or something naughty. But it was pantyhose and my unknown fetish at the time started kicking in. My libido was activated and telling my body to start pumping adrenaline in my bloodstream. My heart racing. I started sweating and looking around as if I discovered something I shouldn’t have. Customers walking by me and smile as they passed. They know what I found? I couldn’t think. It seemed like I was petrified but only a few seconds pass and the only thing I was thinking about was how to get these home without getting caught.
I finally caught my composure and started back on my cleaning routine. I put the yellowed cellophane wrapped pantyhose package behind everything this time way up high on the upper shelf where no one can see it and only I knew it was there. During the day I would strategically move my Holy Grail closer and closer to the back storage room where my hoodie was. Finding places to hide it where customers nor Alfred would see it. It felt like a James Bond movie.
Wow did time fly! Especially when I was scheming the greatest heist of my life and now it finally was time to go home to put on my own pair of pantyhose. They were mine and I no longer had to borrow my mom’s anymore.
I go to wash my hands and I hear Alfred in the his manager’s room with the big KEEP OUT sign on the door talking and talking on his big black phone with the clear buttons along the bottom and a rotary dial. I can smell cigarette smoke coming from his office and I can also hear him putting the money in the safe during his conversation which sounded like muttering. This gave me approximately 100 seconds to: wash my hands and dry them, walk across the room to put my hoodie on, walk to ground zero where my ill gotten booty was strategically placed to be easily grabbed and stuffed down the back of my blue jeans. My hoodie was long enough the hide the package safely secured at the waistband.
My ears were my sensor array, they were working at peak efficiency, maximum gain, full spread. Every sound I heard told me exactly where he was in his room like a bat uses echolocation to map out it’s environment. My hands are dried now and I walk to the coat rack. I put my hoodie on. I hear him hang up.
Oh-oh, time is escaping faster now. My hands begin to sweat and I loose precious time fumbling with the zipper of the hoodie. My aural sensor array is now at sixty three percent and falling fast like a brick in the sky. I manage to do it and zip it up. I lost precious time with the zipper.
Shit!! Where is he? My sensors!!!
Ok I hear the safe closing. I have mere seconds to complete my mission!!
Hoodie is on, I take three steps and now I am standing in ground zero. It felt as time stood still, the eye of the storm, a sense of calm, a feeling of comfort and warmth washed over me as I looked at that yellowed ancient package of nude pantyhose with reinforced toe and I reach for it. It’s in my hands and I smile.
Snap back to real time, we are still not out of the nebula and the enemy is locking the office door. I need to use my advanced understanding of temporal mechanics now because I have less than 1.772453850905516027298167483341 seconds to discretely transport my cargo aboard. My mission could not fail. I could not go home empty handed only to wait 24 hours to attempt it again and the insufferable misery knowing that it was just within my reach!! I must not fail my mission!
I reach back behind me and slide the package under my waistband like Starsky puts his gun away.
Mission accomplished. The ill gotten booty was securely aboard and we are ready to go.
Alfred approaches me smiling. I noticed he smiles when it was a good day at the cash register. This time he was smiling greater then he ever did.
“Good job today Patty”, he says and pats me on the head. He goes to shut the lights and I walk in front of him. I walk through the aisle and admire my handiwork of tidy shelves, few more seconds to bliss!!
“Hey!”, I hear Alfred say from behind me, “What’s in your pants?”.
Huh? How can he see through my shields? We are still at red alert aren’t we?
I feel his hand grab my hoodie and stops me dead in space. I was in his tractor beam and had no protocol to break free. I hear the packaging of the ancient yellowed cellophane and my cargo is exposed!
“You are stealing from me!!??” he says sternly as I turn to face my captor.
I couldn’t say anything. I was speechless. No words could come out of my mouth. My lips quiver and my eyes well up with tears because I have betrayed the trust of my benefactor. The worst level of Dante’s Hell. I was a miserable thief and condemned to the worst hell for eternity.
He looks at what I stole and turns the packaging over in his firm manly stubby fingered hands. The sound of the ancient yellowed cellophane packaging was deafening. The thought of not wearing them tonight left me empty. I was spent because I consumed so much adrenaline the whole day and was left open to emotion.
He looks at me and lights up a cigarette. I just wanted to leave but I coughed at the smoke and started crying. I hear him take another drag of his cigarette and says, “You know stealing is not right. And from me no less! Your folks told me you are good, quiet, bright and trustworthy. I hired you because I like your folks, they are good people and customers of mine and took their word for it. And you steal from me??!! And what the hell is this?? Pantyhose from god knows when no less!! Where in the hell did you find this?”
I’m enveloped in cigarette smoke, crying and coughing. “Why are you stealing an old package of pantyhose that I’ve never seen before?”, he says as he exhales more smoke into my face. Crying, somehow managed to croak, “I like to wear them.” never looking up at him.
He motions to walk out of the store and I do. I’m crying now and he tells me to stop it. I obey.
We step outside and the warm fresh summer air hits my face as my eyes dry in the evening sky. I wanted to run away. I felt like the entire world is watching and frowning down on me. All I can hear are the hums of air-conditioners that poke out of people’s windows, the sound of cars with the occasional honk and people walking by in some conversation. I just stared down at the ground looking at the small pebbles and stones that were in the cement pavement.
“I ought to tell your parents.”, he says. I looked up at him and my eyes started tearing again. I pleaded him not to. I don’t know what would happen to me. Fired as a thief, caught red handed with pantyhose and my parents who were hard core Christians were going to find out about my mischievous and unholy acts. I was going to hell. I failed life. I am a degenerate, a pariah, a heathen. Even though I didn’t know those words then, that is how I felt as I hear him pull down the loud metal security door that locked the store up and I started crying again. He sets the locks and turns to me and says, “Stop crying you sissy. Come on, I’ll drive you home.” and we walk towards his car.
The car was sweltering hot from being in the summer sun all day and stunk like cigarettes real bad. Hot stick to your legs red leather seats, 8-Track player in the dash and the cigarette tray was over following with spent cigarette butts. I try to open the window but they were power windows and had to wait for Alfred to start the engine in order to escape the acrid smell of his car. He finally gets in and starts his gold five year old Cadillac El Dorado. The 8-Track player starts playing Bee Gee’s You Should Be Dancing from the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. I hit the button to roll down my window.
We pull out of the parking lot and onto the street. I didn’t live far so it was a 3 minute ride thank god. At the first red light he lights up another cigarette and says to me, “Do you know where I live?”. I replied quietly, “No.” never looking at him. “We are neighbours.”, he says and continues, “You know. You are pretty good at make the store tidier and cleaner. It sure does look better and brighter. And customers are complementing me thinking I made some improvements. When it was only you tidying up.”. He takes another drag of his cigarette as he turns the corner away from my home. “”I live right here on Highpoint Avenue next to the water pumps and he make another turn and stops in front of his house. I was three streets away from home.
He flicks his cigarette out the window and says, “Ok listen. I won’t tell your parents about this and I won’t fire you on one condition.”. I turn to look at him from the passenger’s seat with a surprised look and mutter, “Ok. What do I have to do?”. He says, “I want you to come here on Sundays when the shop is closed and help me tidy up my home and garden like you did at the shop. You seem to have a knack at domestic house work. You do it the whole summer every Sunday from 10 to 6 and this” he hands my trophy over with a smile and continues, “will be our little secret.”
I didn’t know what to say. Time seemed frozen again as I reach out to take the package out of his hand. I got my trophy and not going to get in trouble. No one will know except for my boss and all I gotta do is clean up his place one Sunday a week. Oh well, my summer sucked already and I got off the hook with my pantyhose caper.
“Ok.” I said as I take the ancient yellowed cellophane package of nude pantyhose with reinforced toe into my hands. “I will do that.”. The feeling of the package in my hand gave me a second wind. A new look on life. Then after a few moments I stick my hand out to him and shake on the deal like adults do. He shakes my hand with his stubby fingers, his hands are warm and calloused and strong. We drive away towards my house. Once we get there, I get out of the car and I turn to him and say, “You promise you won’t tell anyone?”. He replies with a smile as he lights another cigarette, “Don’t worry honey. It’s our little secret.” I beam my cutest smile revealing my braces to him and close the car door. I wave to him and say, “Good night Mister Hurley. Thank you.” and he drives away leaving me in front of my home with my trophy.
I have my own pair of pantyhose. My first and all mine! No more sneaking mom’s anymore. No more carefully putting it back so nothing seems disturbed. It was going to be a fun filled night tonight in my bed!
Now I have to plan a mission how to get this package inside and into my secret containment.
… to be continued
Names and location have changed to protect the paradox!
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Summer break was a few days away and I was giddy with anticipation. I finally start high school in three months! With only two years into the new decade, MTV was almost a year old and Hungry Like the Wolf was on heavy rotation on the FM radio and I could smell the summertime change in the air!!! This was going to be the best summer ever!
I get home without any homework, thinking about grabbing my BMX bike and meet my friends at the track for some racing and jumps or just plain horsing around when right out of nowhere as soon as I walk in, my folks tell me that I was set up with a summer job and that I start this Saturday morning 10am right at the start of summer break.
Say what??!!
So now, it’s June something, I’m working at Hurley’s Grocery & Goods in the hot summer and it sucked!!
By now my friends were all enjoying the summertime sun down the shore at the legendary boardwalk with the famous two level arcade down South NJ at their families’ rental beach homes for most of the summer months and I was stranded in town with a job without any friends to hang with. I was invited to join them and I wished I could but I couldn’t, cause of the arrangement my folks had with Alfred who was a grey haired, stocky, single, sixty four year old man who owned the store. He paid me fifteen dollars a week, which back then wasn’t bad and was good spending money at the arcade those days. All I had to do with tidy up the store, stock products on the shelves, take out the trash. Ya know, that kind of stuff and geesh, the place was a mess!
Now let me tell you a bit about me. I was a Sci-Fi loving, comic book collecting, tall, thin, long straight dark hair, dark eyed, long eyelashes, nerdy white boy. Completely hairless body except for a few wisps of pubes, a round little cute butt and I looked like a girl from behind!! Once I got on the city bus with my mother and as I passed the bus driver he called out, “Miss. Miss. Young lady.”, inferring I needed to pay my fare but I didn’t know he was talking to me of course until I hear my mother say out loud, “He’s my son and not a girl!” to the bus driver. Everyone turned now to look at me now as I walked down the aisle of the bus to find a seat for us. Most people smiled at me when I walked by with the look of ‘Oh what a sweetie’. As I’m looking for a double seat and mom still counting out the money to the bus driver for our fare, I walk by a lady with big boobs in a tight blue top and black skirt with long shiny legs topped off in open toe high heels winked and blew me a little kiss as I walked by. A funny feeling in my groin kicked right away and I decided to sit right opposite her. When my mom arrived I made her sit next to the window, which she found odd. I would casually sneak glances of her shiny legs hoping that she wouldn’t notice but she knew I was. She would cross and uncross her legs, she would adjust her skirt slowly revealing more shiny leg. She would dangle one high heel and then slide it back on again. I would slightly turn my head to look at her legs and the dangling shoe. My eyes just ran up and down those shiny legs and and savoured the heels. I noticed she had painted toenails which I can see through her open toe heels. Somehow my eyes went up past her legs, which now I see a little lace peeking at the hemline of her black skirt resting on her thigh, past her tight blue top which I stared at her magnificent mountains for a moment and met her eyes. She was watching me checking her out the whole time and she smiled at me and blew me another kiss with and wink. I turned quickly and just stared forward for a few moments, scared to turn my head in any direction. But of course, my eye wandered back to her dangling foot and the loop started again.
Now this it the thing, I had a ‘thing’ at that time, that no one knew about. It was pantyhose and lingerie and I was obsessed with it. By then I had been ‘borrowing’ my mom’s pantyhose when she would step out. I would carefully take them from her lingerie stand, noting exactly how they were folded and were they were. I would sit on her bed and gently slide them on my naturally hairless legs with a careful pointed toe just as my mother put them on. I learned by watching my her put them on with such finesse and ease. I would wear them and prance in the mirror. I would walk on my tip toe as if I was wearing high heels because my feet were too small to fit in my mother’s heels. The fabric felt so wonderful against my hairless legs. As I walked around the house the air that moved around my smooth nude colour pantyhose legs gave me feelings I couldn’t understand. A feeling of tenderness, gentleness and the light scent of fabric softener gave it this sense of femininity.
It was time to rub one out!! Being careful not to ruin them, I lay on my bed as I let go a stream of sap on my stomach and rub it into my skin. After the wonderful feeling of ecstasy and when my sap was dried up absorbed into my smooth body, I would carefully take them off and put them back exactly as I found them. I never got caught nor did I ever hear mention of someone’s been rummaging in her boudoir.
If I knew what a junkie was, I was a pantyhose junkie and didn’t know it. If OCD was a thing back then, I had it and didn’t know. Just thinking of pantyhose and lingerie would get my little button stiff. Whenever I heard my mom say she would step out shopping or getting her hair done or whatever women did for hours on end, my mind and libido started thinking about pantyhose and rubbing out another stream of sap onto my body. I would think the sap was good for the skin back then!!
Once I was rummaging around in the attic, since I was no longer afraid it was haunted, I found my grandmother’s old trunk that looked like it came from the late 1800’s and in that ancient trunk I found my grandmother’s assorted lingerie and stockings neatly folded in long flat boxes. The stockings were folded over perfectly with a little crease across the center, clearly haven’t been worn in years. They were grey and very lightweight and I noticed they didn’t have an elastic band along the thigh nor were they lace tops. They were the old fashion stockings that needed garters to hold them up and they were so much lighter in my hands than my mother’s pantyhose. I put them up to my smooth face and caress the fabric as it touches my lips, I get excited by the feeling. It was a different fabric and I didn’t care what it was. There were mine now and grandma certainly will not be asking for these anymore. I bunch them up and stuff them into my front denim pocket of my shorts but this big lump was now showing and my folks will certainly inquire as to what was in my pocket. I removed them from my pocket and refolded the stockings flatter and neater this time. I stuff them down my pants when all of the sudden this new light weight ancient fabric touches my little button and I am frozen in my tracks. Another wave of exotic feelings consume me as the once scary attic has now become a treasure chest of fun and excitement! I close the trunk quietly climb down from the attic, casually walk by my parents to my room where I hid them in my private hiding space. I remember one thing as I put them away, I couldn’t wear them cause I didn’t have a garter belt. I knew what garter belts were thanks to the Sears catalog and I need to go look in the trunk again. Certainly grandma had garters in the trunk.
I was a lingerie freak and I specialised in pantyhose. I didn’t know it then that it was a fetish. Didn’t even know that word nor would I have understood it if you explained it to me. All I knew was that whenever I saw pantyhose, whether they were packaged in a store display or on a lady’s legs, something in my body made my feel soft, warm, fuzzy, girly and I had to have it or touch it. I never told anyone of course.
Back to now, June something. I was cleaning one of the aisle full of assorted groceries. I would take a section down, wipe the shelf with a wet soapy rag, dust off the tops of cans and replace them neatly. It was a filthy job. The shelves were probably last cleaned ten years ago. I had to change the water bucket constantly because it was filthy from the shelves. I couldn’t wait to get home and have a bath. I was filthy dirty and it was gross. But I gotta admit, after I started working there, the store took on a new symmetry. It looked cleaner, tidier, brighter and airy. Customers would comment on how easier it was to find groceries. This of course impressed Alfred.
I start to pull down the next section of the same aisle and while I’m taking down canned beans at the second shelf from the top I find an old yellowed cellophane package of nude pantyhose with reinforced toe from sometime in the 60’s when they first became popular crammed and wedged at back of the shelf. I reached for it to inspect it and peeled from its place.
Holy shit!
It was like I found a huge bag of money, or a gun, or a dead body or something naughty. But it was pantyhose and my unknown fetish at the time started kicking in. My libido was activated and telling my body to start pumping adrenaline in my bloodstream. My heart racing. I started sweating and looking around as if I discovered something I shouldn’t have. Customers walking by me and smile as they passed. They know what I found? I couldn’t think. It seemed like I was petrified but only a few seconds pass and the only thing I was thinking about was how to get these home without getting caught.
I finally caught my composure and started back on my cleaning routine. I put the yellowed cellophane wrapped pantyhose package behind everything this time way up high on the upper shelf where no one can see it and only I knew it was there. During the day I would strategically move my Holy Grail closer and closer to the back storage room where my hoodie was. Finding places to hide it where customers nor Alfred would see it. It felt like a James Bond movie.
Wow did time fly! Especially when I was scheming the greatest heist of my life and now it finally was time to go home to put on my own pair of pantyhose. They were mine and I no longer had to borrow my mom’s anymore.
I go to wash my hands and I hear Alfred in the his manager’s room with the big KEEP OUT sign on the door talking and talking on his big black phone with the clear buttons along the bottom and a rotary dial. I can smell cigarette smoke coming from his office and I can also hear him putting the money in the safe during his conversation which sounded like muttering. This gave me approximately 100 seconds to: wash my hands and dry them, walk across the room to put my hoodie on, walk to ground zero where my ill gotten booty was strategically placed to be easily grabbed and stuffed down the back of my blue jeans. My hoodie was long enough the hide the package safely secured at the waistband.
My ears were my sensor array, they were working at peak efficiency, maximum gain, full spread. Every sound I heard told me exactly where he was in his room like a bat uses echolocation to map out it’s environment. My hands are dried now and I walk to the coat rack. I put my hoodie on. I hear him hang up.
Oh-oh, time is escaping faster now. My hands begin to sweat and I loose precious time fumbling with the zipper of the hoodie. My aural sensor array is now at sixty three percent and falling fast like a brick in the sky. I manage to do it and zip it up. I lost precious time with the zipper.
Shit!! Where is he? My sensors!!!
Ok I hear the safe closing. I have mere seconds to complete my mission!!
Hoodie is on, I take three steps and now I am standing in ground zero. It felt as time stood still, the eye of the storm, a sense of calm, a feeling of comfort and warmth washed over me as I looked at that yellowed ancient package of nude pantyhose with reinforced toe and I reach for it. It’s in my hands and I smile.
Snap back to real time, we are still not out of the nebula and the enemy is locking the office door. I need to use my advanced understanding of temporal mechanics now because I have less than 1.772453850905516027298167483341 seconds to discretely transport my cargo aboard. My mission could not fail. I could not go home empty handed only to wait 24 hours to attempt it again and the insufferable misery knowing that it was just within my reach!! I must not fail my mission!
I reach back behind me and slide the package under my waistband like Starsky puts his gun away.
Mission accomplished. The ill gotten booty was securely aboard and we are ready to go.
Alfred approaches me smiling. I noticed he smiles when it was a good day at the cash register. This time he was smiling greater then he ever did.
“Good job today Patty”, he says and pats me on the head. He goes to shut the lights and I walk in front of him. I walk through the aisle and admire my handiwork of tidy shelves, few more seconds to bliss!!
“Hey!”, I hear Alfred say from behind me, “What’s in your pants?”.
Huh? How can he see through my shields? We are still at red alert aren’t we?
I feel his hand grab my hoodie and stops me dead in space. I was in his tractor beam and had no protocol to break free. I hear the packaging of the ancient yellowed cellophane and my cargo is exposed!
“You are stealing from me!!??” he says sternly as I turn to face my captor.
I couldn’t say anything. I was speechless. No words could come out of my mouth. My lips quiver and my eyes well up with tears because I have betrayed the trust of my benefactor. The worst level of Dante’s Hell. I was a miserable thief and condemned to the worst hell for eternity.
He looks at what I stole and turns the packaging over in his firm manly stubby fingered hands. The sound of the ancient yellowed cellophane packaging was deafening. The thought of not wearing them tonight left me empty. I was spent because I consumed so much adrenaline the whole day and was left open to emotion.
He looks at me and lights up a cigarette. I just wanted to leave but I coughed at the smoke and started crying. I hear him take another drag of his cigarette and says, “You know stealing is not right. And from me no less! Your folks told me you are good, quiet, bright and trustworthy. I hired you because I like your folks, they are good people and customers of mine and took their word for it. And you steal from me??!! And what the hell is this?? Pantyhose from god knows when no less!! Where in the hell did you find this?”
I’m enveloped in cigarette smoke, crying and coughing. “Why are you stealing an old package of pantyhose that I’ve never seen before?”, he says as he exhales more smoke into my face. Crying, somehow managed to croak, “I like to wear them.” never looking up at him.
He motions to walk out of the store and I do. I’m crying now and he tells me to stop it. I obey.
We step outside and the warm fresh summer air hits my face as my eyes dry in the evening sky. I wanted to run away. I felt like the entire world is watching and frowning down on me. All I can hear are the hums of air-conditioners that poke out of people’s windows, the sound of cars with the occasional honk and people walking by in some conversation. I just stared down at the ground looking at the small pebbles and stones that were in the cement pavement.
“I ought to tell your parents.”, he says. I looked up at him and my eyes started tearing again. I pleaded him not to. I don’t know what would happen to me. Fired as a thief, caught red handed with pantyhose and my parents who were hard core Christians were going to find out about my mischievous and unholy acts. I was going to hell. I failed life. I am a degenerate, a pariah, a heathen. Even though I didn’t know those words then, that is how I felt as I hear him pull down the loud metal security door that locked the store up and I started crying again. He sets the locks and turns to me and says, “Stop crying you sissy. Come on, I’ll drive you home.” and we walk towards his car.
The car was sweltering hot from being in the summer sun all day and stunk like cigarettes real bad. Hot stick to your legs red leather seats, 8-Track player in the dash and the cigarette tray was over following with spent cigarette butts. I try to open the window but they were power windows and had to wait for Alfred to start the engine in order to escape the acrid smell of his car. He finally gets in and starts his gold five year old Cadillac El Dorado. The 8-Track player starts playing Bee Gee’s You Should Be Dancing from the Saturday Night Fever soundtrack. I hit the button to roll down my window.
We pull out of the parking lot and onto the street. I didn’t live far so it was a 3 minute ride thank god. At the first red light he lights up another cigarette and says to me, “Do you know where I live?”. I replied quietly, “No.” never looking at him. “We are neighbours.”, he says and continues, “You know. You are pretty good at make the store tidier and cleaner. It sure does look better and brighter. And customers are complementing me thinking I made some improvements. When it was only you tidying up.”. He takes another drag of his cigarette as he turns the corner away from my home. “”I live right here on Highpoint Avenue next to the water pumps and he make another turn and stops in front of his house. I was three streets away from home.
He flicks his cigarette out the window and says, “Ok listen. I won’t tell your parents about this and I won’t fire you on one condition.”. I turn to look at him from the passenger’s seat with a surprised look and mutter, “Ok. What do I have to do?”. He says, “I want you to come here on Sundays when the shop is closed and help me tidy up my home and garden like you did at the shop. You seem to have a knack at domestic house work. You do it the whole summer every Sunday from 10 to 6 and this” he hands my trophy over with a smile and continues, “will be our little secret.”
I didn’t know what to say. Time seemed frozen again as I reach out to take the package out of his hand. I got my trophy and not going to get in trouble. No one will know except for my boss and all I gotta do is clean up his place one Sunday a week. Oh well, my summer sucked already and I got off the hook with my pantyhose caper.
“Ok.” I said as I take the ancient yellowed cellophane package of nude pantyhose with reinforced toe into my hands. “I will do that.”. The feeling of the package in my hand gave me a second wind. A new look on life. Then after a few moments I stick my hand out to him and shake on the deal like adults do. He shakes my hand with his stubby fingers, his hands are warm and calloused and strong. We drive away towards my house. Once we get there, I get out of the car and I turn to him and say, “You promise you won’t tell anyone?”. He replies with a smile as he lights another cigarette, “Don’t worry honey. It’s our little secret.” I beam my cutest smile revealing my braces to him and close the car door. I wave to him and say, “Good night Mister Hurley. Thank you.” and he drives away leaving me in front of my home with my trophy.
I have my own pair of pantyhose. My first and all mine! No more sneaking mom’s anymore. No more carefully putting it back so nothing seems disturbed. It was going to be a fun filled night tonight in my bed!
Now I have to plan a mission how to get this package inside and into my secret containment.
… to be continued
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