Hi! I'm Wendy Bradley. In Community Service I told how I met Peter O'Neill, how his enthusiasm for his work consumed me and I became an important team member, despite my not ever having taken charge of anything, but my journalist work. Under Peter's influence and guidance I became a new person. During the project's life I developed the third member of our team, Clive Wishart, was not getting a fair deal in sexual matters from his very inhibited partner, Cindy, so, by chance, Clive had become my new personal project. Now, read on.
It was springtime again. The new grass has had its first cut last week and the winter was kind enough to fill the pond and show off the waterfall; all of which I recorded for the local paper, where I can now choose topics for publication. Some local bird enthusiasts have provided nesting boxes for water birds that now frequent the pond and it surroundings. It was a new place and people were taking advantage of the warm days to picnic in the new park.
This day, Peter wanted to meet me there, so I wanted to see what was on his mind this time. I arrived there and we sat on a bench seat that had been added as a finishing touch to the project. He turned to me, "Look Wendy. We did that, the three of us," as he pointed to the water gently splashing over the waterfall into the pond. "I like these bench seats, which were your addition to the plan. Good thinking, my dear. I must say I was amazed at how enthusiastic Clive became when we needed the earthworks completed in time for the autumn grass seed planting. I was impressed by him."
"Yes, he did do it rather quickly. He worked over the holidays, although there were some very hot days. He's a good young man." Peter was silent for a while, before he asked, "Did you have to do anything to encourage him by any chance?
"I looked at Peter and answered with a smile, "Maybe. We made the difference you had planned. I understand the council was pleased with the result. The newspaper carried a wonderful centre page spread on the opening of the Wetlands Park, as they called it." I reached for his hand and held it firmly. "Peter, you developed me into a positive person. I would never have been involved in something so grand if it were not for your encouragement and infectious enthusiasm. So, thank you, my dear friend. I owe you."
"Don't underestimate your own ability, Wendy. It was you who kept the community informed with your informative progress reports to the newspaper. The mayor made a special comment about you at the last council meeting. The Wendy Bradley reports have been posted on the large notice board in the council office foyer. Your progress photos are also on display. You did a wonderful job. It is a job I could not have done, that was why I believe it was Fate that brought us together at that meeting, almost a year ago now."
"I helped Clive get his business on track with some gentle encouragement," I told Peter. I believed that was my best contribution to the project. "I suppose his father will be pleased. By using your sketches I managed to invigorate Clive. I have the feeling that when he saw your designs on my computer he thought I was giving him an office job. I had to reassure him it was just the tool I used to demonstrate how his completed work would look. I had to work hard to encourage him, but when he got started he was a quick learner and I think he appreciated that my tutorials and practical examples helped bring it to life for him," I told Peter, in support of Clive's good work. There was no reason to tell Peter anything about the sexual rewards I offered him in return for prompt work.
"Did you know he is now on the preferred list on contractors for doing council works?" Peter asked.
"No, I didn't. Clive hasn't mentioned it. Perhaps he is embarrassed," I offered.
"Well, he shouldn't be. His new business brochure has three small photos showing that Wishart Excavations did the work at the wetlands. I think the council had the brochures printed as a token of goodwill for his work during summer." Peter's story made my heart leap. I had really made a difference to Clive!
"By the way, Wendy, I am looking at purchasing a new house for rental purposes in Spring Creek. Would you care to run a critical female eye over the property for me? You know, just to get a woman's perspective; I'm not much good at that. I would like you to be there, there are things I'd like to catch up on, if you care to join me." Was Peter inviting me to another little sexual activity? I don't know where this house is, but I always looked forward to meeting with my mentor and secret lover. After all, I do feel that I owe him for his guidance on the wetlands project.
"Peter, I would be glad to assist you. Do you have a preference for lacy or plain?" I asked him.
"I liked the lacy set I saw on the very first occasion to view one of my properties. It suited the occasion most admirably. Yes, definitely the lacy set." I immediately felt I wanted to impress him even more this time.
"Have you a day in mind, or are you still in planning mode?" I asked him. I think I already knew his answer.
"Yes, on Wednesday. Is that satisfactory for you?" I nodded. "How about 2.00PM?" he added.
"That's fine with me. Now, where do we meet? I have no idea where this house is," I told him.
"Good, park your car at the old football ground and I will meet you there. I think it is better if we go in my car. Are you happy with that, Wendy?" I was more than happy, I was ecstatic!
I had one day to prepare for my meeting with Peter. I thought I would surprise him with a new set of lacy underwear, so I visited my favourite lingerie shop to find the perfect items. As I walked in I was greeted by the proprietor, "Good morning, Mrs Carter, how are you today?"
"I'm fine thank you, Brenda." Brenda Lee was the shop owner who took over when her mother retired.
"What is it you are looking for today, Mrs Carter? Something to surprise a friend, maybe?" I smiled, but didn't say anything. "How was your last purchase? Did it please your friend, Mrs Carter?" Brenda asked.
"Please, Brenda, call me Wendy. I am here to buy some intimate apparel and you sound so formal. I prefer Wendy on occasions such as this. Yes, I am looking for something special. I am thinking of a bra, panties and a suspender belt set, rather than just the two pieces," I told her.
"Were you unhappy with your last purchase, Mrs ... er ... Wendy?" Brenda sounded concerned as she spoke.
