A Story I Tell My Daughters

Let me give you a picture. Mother hung the wash to dry on the clotheslines. We lived on a corner lot, so Father installed the clothesline in an L shape. The sheets and towels faced the streets, behind were the pants and shirts, on the third line were the unmentionables, girly stuff. No real concern existed with the men's stuff, who cared, right?

As teens in junior high this boy came to visit on wash day. He liked watching me hang the clothes, and would not stand back when I hung our unmentionables. Coming forward he wanted me to show him my panties and bras. A very curious boy. Mother told me, really us girls, a boy looking at your panties on the line was far better than pulling your panties off in the bedroom.

We rode the bus to school. Junior High did not share the bus with elementary. My sisters were still in lower school so I had to ride without them in the seventh grade. That curious boy was on my bus, and he just couldn't not sit beside me. He whispered asking which panties I had on. Mother waved my uncomfortable feelings, boys like girly panties. But tell him that you aren't wearing anything on, see what he says to that?

I started working at the Dairy Queen in the summer I turned fifteen. That curious boy came and stayed all afternoon until I got off. Mother told me my goose was cooked, he was watching over his girl. Then, he was accidented on his dirt bike. Mother took me to his house to see him. His mother let me see him in his room. He was laid up with a broken leg.

On the way home Mother asked me how he was doing? I told her I slipped my panties off and left them with him. Mother stopped the car. I pulled my skirt up high enough. Mother looked at me, "that's once, don't ever take your panties off with a boy like that, you're giving him the wrong idea". That night Mother told Father at the dinner table, two boys older, two girls younger than me. "That boy, is he the curious fellow? He's called every friend by now, a girl's panties are the prize of prizes when your in tenth grade."

I held my head high the next day at school, my girl friends asked me over and over "did you really?"