PINK BOWS: THE WHITE HAIRED LADY:
When he finally slowed down from the sprint part of his run, Jay Nelson was sweaty and panting. It did feel good, however. He'd been a runner for a long time. It was his chosen way to keep in better shape. He rounded his running habit out with workouts at a local gym to keep himself fit.
He had, of course, the object of his Dad in mind, who'd been all business and slid into late middle age not having taken care of himself, and a smoker to boot.
At an early age, even before his beloved Dad died of a cardiac incident, Jay reacted and began to take care of himself. He was, like his Dad had been, big: 6'6" tall and about 225 lbs. But he carried that weight well and saw continually to his exercises.
It had been law school for him, after college and now he was out and working. He'd gotten a job with the law firm of an old friend of his Dad's and practiced corporate law with them.
He'd inherited the family home from his parents, when his lovely Momma had faded and died about a year after his Dad's own death.
It had so many lovely memories for him and he found that he still loved the big place. He'd spent some of his inherited money getting some updates made to the house and settling it in his own special way.
He'd rescued, from the local shelter, a 'mutt' for himself. Growing there hadn't been any pets, because of his Mom's sensitivity to them but now he and General Buford, 'the General', were the best of pals. There were often enough times, when Jay would take 'the general', as he called his faithful companion, running with him.
'The General' was a shaggy black and white mutt with the grace and personality of a true lover. He never met a person that he didn't like and was extremely popular in the neighborhood.
Jay Nelson was 34 that year and in spectacular shape, and today was his workout day. He tried to get time to do his running several times per week, giving himself some off times too. He had never gotten around to carrying out his promise to move them from their ultra small house to a bigger and finer place, though he thought of it time and again.
So, it was out that morning for a run. It was a spectacular Saturday. The sun was out and it was balmy and warm. It was a marvelous day for a run.
Jay left 'the General' at home to 'guard the place', as he so often said to the adoring dog, and went out on his route around the neighborhood.
He broke off the first part of his run at a convenience store that was on his running path. He frequently stopped there for a drink of some kind before finishing his morning workout.
So, Jay Nelson was a familiar site at the convenience. He knew Mr and Mrs Waters, the owners and always greeted them cordially.
That morning the store was crowded and Jay got his 'naked drink' and got in line to make his payment.
For his run that morning, Jay had opted for a pair of bike like shorts that were tight and went to just above his knees. His tee shirt, now ringing with sweat, was a bit on the short side and came just to the top of his bike shorts.
As he stood in line, mind wandering and thinking of the rest of the run that he'd have that morning, once he'd had his 'naked juice' drink, he heard a soft voice from behind him.
At first, Jay didn't think that he'd heard what he had in fact heard from the voice.
Then it happened a second time. The soft voice from behind him said quietly, so that only Jay could hear her: "Young Man," the voice said, "You're not wearing any underwear."
Jay turned and just gaped.
(Of course the voice was correct. The running/bike shorts that he was wearing that day were snug and he usually never wore underwear with them.)
When he turned to look, he found standing behind him a somewhat short, very pretty white haired lady. He couldn't determine her age. He was never very good at that.
She was in fact, Ellen Nygert, a petite and very friendly 50 year old woman. And, when Jay turned, after hearing what she'd said, she stood and grinned at him.
His staring at her was answered immediately by a kind of a tinkling, crystal kind of laugh, and her smile was simply huge.
He didn't know what to say.
She spoke to him as though they were or had been friends forever.
"Deny it?" she asked pleasantly.
"Deny?" he said, still processing what she'd said.
"No underwear," she said, grinning.
"Ummm," was all that he managed.
She grinned at him again and let out her lovely laugh again and said: "Got you! Don't I?"
He said a soft "Yes, Ma'am," to her causing her to laugh again.
"I love your politeness," she said to him, as the line began to more a bit. "And I adore the fact that you're here without undies."
It was so weird. She wasn't discomfited at all by what she was saying to him but he was red faced and almost stuttering.
Jay didn't know rightly how to answer her; yet she stood there and grinned at him as though expecting some kind of answer.
"Um, no, I'm not," he managed but his face got redder.
With his admission, she grinned at him again and her hand came up to her mouth to hide her glee.
"Marvelous," she said, as his turn at the register came.
He only quickly glanced down at her, at what she was wearing. It was more of an idle thing than anything else but it prompted her to say: "Yes, I am and they have pink bows."
Her conquest was complete. Jay paid for his drink and, with one last look at her, where she stood grinning at him and wiggling her fingers at him in a kind of pretty wave, he left the store, blushing a bright red.
He didn't stop to take a drink and clutched the 'naked drink' in his hand the rest of his run and then all the way way home.
The voice in his head, that played over and over and over again was the soft voice of the short, pretty, white haired woman saying to him: "Young Man, you're not wearing any underwear."
It took Jay almost forever to stop hearing the voice in his head. He was at first confused and then disconcerted at his reaction to what had happened. He found himself, the more he thought of the encounter and what had happened, enchanted by the 'white haired lady'. He couldn't get the incident or her out of his mind.
Try as he may, with constant probing, reviewing and thinking, he couldn't, didn't find any nastiness in the voice or the insinuation, which had, after all been basically correct.
The overwhelming impression he got and retained was the impression of a very pretty, slightly older woman with white hair, a charming voice, a world winning laugh and a great deal of nerve. He heaved a sigh and tried to push his thoughts of her to the back of his mind. Yet she remained; the impression remained.
He rediscovered his 'naked drink' only when he got home and sat, on the porch with 'the General' and told him about the lovely 'crazy lady' at the store and what she'd said to him.
It was in one of those moments of reverie with 'the General' that he remembered her own contribution to the 'discussion' —- it if could at all be called a 'discussion' but it didn't feel like an accusation it settled in with him more as a great discovery on her part —-and he remembered her saying, in response to his quick glance at what she was wearing: "Yes, I am and they have pink bows."
The sense of that now dawned on him and simply amplified the effect of what had happened, that whole encounter.
"She was talking about her panties, General," he said to the dog, whose tail was beating a tattoo because of the attention that he was getting from Jay.
He shook his head and said: "My, yes; that's what she was saying. I hardly heard it at the time. She must think that I'm retarded or something."
He drank his drink a bit and put in a last note for 'the General': "She was pretty, General; really pretty, and you know what? She had pink bows on her panties."
(Yes it's necessary to admit that Jay was a panty fan! Thoughts of women in panties —- and he couldn't rev up such thoughts about most women but this white haired lady was the exception —- were among his most treasured erotic events.)
He went on just a bit, as though he and 'the General' were actually having a discussion about the woman: "Not sure how old she was; I can't really tell that too well but she seemed a big older, maybe. You know, mid forties or maybe even fifty."
He went in then to shower and cool down for the rest of his day but his mind kept playing tricks on him and he, for the rest of the day, frequently had the phrase 'pink bows' bouncing around in his consciousness and in his mind. He found himself smiling at the thought and the mysterious white haired lady, after just a very little bit.
THE LAYWER FROM COMBS, McCURLEY and WELKS:
Jay, with his having specialized in Corporate Law, was a valuable member of the team at Combs, McCurley and Welks. He had taken over a number of accounts from the former corporate specialist who'd moved away for family reasons.
There was also a new account whom Dan McCurley, both his friend and a partner in the firm, wanted Jay to take over. It was an industrial account and they were asking for a number of things to be done. The firm was 'Drivers Inc'; it was a local firm that did some work with the defense department plus a range of other kinds of things.
Jay was looking forward to this new client. It would be the first to be his own client and he was excited about that possibility.
He was due at 'Drivers' at 11 AM that morning and parked his car in their lot by 10:45. He wanted to be sure that he was on time.
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