“Pam has volunteered to be our first model. We decided to let David join in because we may need a male perspective. What you need to know is that David will never tell anyone what happens today, so we can treat this as a normal girls’ party,” Tracy told them.
I think I’d been missing something. I could volunteer to go to a girls’ party! I bit my tongue. I didn’t want Tracy kicking me out.
“To start our party off, I’m going to turn it over to Uma,” Tracy finished.
“Before we begin with the first ensemble, I want to show you the different types of outfits.”
The first type she showed us was a chemise made of charmeuse (pronounced shär-ms), a loosely fitted silk-finished satin, which draped down to the hips. Pam stood and let her robe fall to the floor. Yes, I liked it a lot.
“Next is the corset,” Uma announced. “Since the 16th century, corsets have been gracing and enhancing the curvature of the body. It’s a tight piece of lingerie that reduces the waist, usually with lace in the back or front to exaggerate the bust or the hips.”
I about swallowed my tongue when Tracy stood up and displayed a black version. Tracy never needed anything like this, but dang, she looked sexy.
Up next was Miss Mona, who had on a garter belt.
“These are used to keep up stockings or socks and to magically make women look even sexier. In the 1930’s women used it to store small items, like you would a purse, and it has, of course, become a western marriage staple for the bride,” Uma said.
“This is a bustier,” she said, with Sammie as her model. “Basically, a super long and tight bra, the bustier is fitted from the cup area all the way down to the waist.”
Kim dropped her robe, and I smiled to see her in a teddy.
“The teddy combines the style of a bustier and adds panties. Think of it as an extremely sexy one-piece bathing suit.”
Carol strutted to where everyone could see.
“The babydoll is basically a short nightgown. The babydoll has tight-fitting cups with loose-fitting fabric that falls either at the belly button or hips.”
I was surprised when Piper stood up. She gave me a smoldering look and then dropped her robe.
“The first bodystocking recorded to be worn was in the late 1800s. It’s a tightly fitted hosiery that covers the whole body. Designs and patterns can vary from simple large holes to intricate patterns,” Uma said.
All I knew was she no longer had any secrets. The material molded to her body in the best possible ways.
When Uma was done showing them the different types, the girls all began to talk at once.
BEFORE WE WENT TO THE next round, Tracy suggested we all take a break. The wind was picking up, and we looked outside and could see it was hailing. This was turning into a nasty storm. I called Mom and Dad to warn them. Mom was at the country club with Dad, and they were talking about spending the night there. There had already been several ice-related accidents. The local officials had warned people to stay where they were if they could. I was ordered not to leave my apartment.
I got off the phone and gathered the girls around.
“It’s bad out there right now. You might want to call your parents and let them know where you are. You might end up having to spend the night,” I warned them. “I’m going to make sure the generator’s ready to go. I’m also going to raid the basement and get a couple cases of bottled water and sodas.”
Tracy was left in charge of the girls to make sure they called home. I didn’t want anyone’s parents getting mad at me for kidnapping their daughter. Pam put her clothes on and went with me. When we went out, the salt was doing its job. It was currently hailing mixed with rain. I could see a film of ice on the windshields of the cars on the street.
We went into the kitchen, and I got grocery bags for Pam.
“Get what you think we’ll need. There are some pizzas in the chest freezer. We could also make a salad,” I suggested.
I left her to figure out what we’d be eating and went and checked on the generator. I made sure it wasn’t connected to the house and turned it on. It started right up. The gas gauge showed half full, so I went and got gas and a funnel from the garage and filled it up.
By the time I was done, Pam was ready to go back. I helped her carry the food, and then went and got two cases of water, a case of Diet Coke, and a case of Mountain Dew, and took it all upstairs and put it in my fridge.
Tracy told us everyone was ready for the next phase of the afternoon.
PAM HANDED EVERYONE a little bag with their name on it. I even got one.
“Tracy and I got you each something,” Pam told them, and they opened their bags.
It was a bra and panty set for the girls. My bag had what looked like something a male stripper would wear. I was kicked out so they could try them on.
Tracy came out in a black set that had a lot of frilly lace.
“How come you haven’t changed?” she asked.
“You really want me to wear this?” I asked, pulling the underwear out of the bag.
“Duh, ‘stupid boy.’ We need a male model.”
I just changed in the living room. Tracy seemed to appreciate the floorshow. She went to the door and stuck her head in.
“Ladies,” she announced to get their attention and then opened the door.
When you’re used to boxers, having something that tight and half your butt hanging out isn’t comfortable. It was just about the furthest thing from sexy, as far as I was concerned. From the girls’ reaction, I was wrong.
I made a few model-type poses and used the opportunity to see all the cheerleaders in sexy underwear. Mr. Happy convinced me that the freshmen were grown up enough, in his opinion. Tracy saw my interest begin to swell and ushered me out of the room.
THAT WAS WHEN THE POWER went off. There were a few seconds of delay, and then the generator kicked on. Pam came out in shorts and a t-shirt, and Tracy went back into my bedroom with the girls. Pam went and looked out the window. Uma decided this was a good time for her to pack up and leave.
“It looks like the whole street has lost power. I think ...” Pam was interrupted by a loud popping noise and a crash.
I hurried up and got dressed. I put on my coat and boots to go down the stairs. Tracy appeared in jeans and a sweatshirt so she could go with me. What we found was your worst nightmare, as far as an ice storm goes. Everything was covered in what looked like an inch of ice. My salt had failed at some point. It was now starting to snow, I could feel the wind had picked up more, and it felt colder.
In the backyard, our huge oak tree had lost a big limb, and it was lying across the alley.
If the power was off, tonight could become dangerous for people. I went digging through boxes in the garage. I had bought chains for the jeep on a lark. Dad had given me shit at the time for wasting my money. Tracy helped me put them on. When we got back upstairs, the girls were nervous.
“It seems power’s off all over town. Mom says the house is getting cold,” Pam told me.
“Okay, let’s get organized. I want some of you to get my place back in order. Hide your undies. I want another group to spread salt. Finally, we need to get the house ready for your families. I’ll take Tracy to the grocery store, and we can make a couple of Crock-Pots full of chili and the like. Then I’ll go pick up each of your families, or take you home. Emma, can you get everyone’s address so I can put it in my GPS?” I asked.
“If you want, I can map out who’s close to each other while you take Tracy to the store,” she suggested.
Tracy and I got in the Jeep. I took her home first so we could pick up her mom, Mary. She’d know how to cook for a lot of people and would help us get what she needed. I took them to the grocery store and gave them my debit card. I was confident Tracy still knew how to spend my money.