R they going to dress him up as an old lady this is just to good

I'm laughing too hard to say anything. I can just picture him with those old ladies.

Bobby as an old lady? I love it!

Em

***

Five minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. “Madames? ‘Ez everything okaay?” Rodolfo’s voice sounded concerned. Rose hastily stuffed the white apron in her purse while Aggie plunked down on one of the trash bags. Lexa hurried to the door, opening it to reveal the garcon surrounded by several large well built men.

Turning on the charm, Lexa placed a hand on her chest. “Oh my, yes. We were just girl-talking and didn’t want anyone to walk in on our...secrets.” She blushed prettily.

Lance moved forward. “Ma’am, we’d like to check your room. It seems we had a streaker earlier and we want to make sure he doesn’t come your way.”

“Of course, gentlemen. Do come in. I can assure you, if we had seen..a streaker, did you say?”

The black-haired man nodded.

“Well, I never.”

With precision and grace, the men spread out, checking all corners of the room. There was one close call, as Alvin wandered too close to a group of ladies busily discussing the merits of khakis versus slacks on the younger men. Ears burning, the brown headed man backed away, shaking his head in surprise.

At last, Lance deemed the room clean and the men bowed out, Rose locking the door behind them. Bobby peeked out from under the hat that had been plunked down on his head at the last moment.

“Ah, you sheilas should be working for the government.” His grin was infectious. Laughter broke out causing the men outside to wonder what the joke was.

“Now, let’s get you finished up before they decide to return.”

***

how is it possible for one person to become stuck in this kind of scenario

Bobby in a hat.......... was it big and flowery?

this will be a story for the ladies to share for many years

cath

Absolutely delightful!

Great posts!
thanks,
Terie

I suppose it has to do with the drape of the material...the tightness of the fit...the manner in which the pants accentuate
Well...you get my drift.

Bobby and the hat....at least that appears to be in the right place......

Jill

Indeed! I think we could use these ladies. I can just see this whole thing.

Or perhaps baseball pants versus football pants, boxers versus briefs, undershirt versus no undershirt - the debates rage on!

This is fun Trece!

I'm trying to wrap my mind around Bobby in a purple hat -- I'm sure it has a wide floppy brim too but I'm not sure that purple is his colour!
kav

Ok - this thought just won't leave my mind - but Bobby is a big guy... If these ladies have stuff for him to wear how big are they?

Em

***

Several times over the course of the next forty minutes, the ladies were interrupted, barely concealing their handi-work before the security sweep marshaled in. Each time, Bobby breathed deeply when the guys left.

In stages, he had gained a pair of hose (that didn’t quite make it up his long legs), a petticoat over-draped by a gorgeous over-jacket of lime green, a second over-jacket in a complementary floral pattern (reversed and worn rather tightly on his torso), an airy hand-crocheted shawl of robin's egg blue, and topped off with a delicate white garden-party hat with a smattering of lightest pink crepe myrtle and baby’s breath. (The ladies decided the purple hat didn’t do him justice.)

He had also gained a total facial make over. Each lady gave him a critical eye, knowing that on close inspection, he’d not pass for remotely female, but each also knew that the eye would see what it wanted to see. They wanted the world to see an elderly female in a wheelchair and that’s what would be seen.


***

Upstairs, Lance pounded the desk, causing him to shake his fist in pain. “Dang it! Where is he?”

Alvin lay on the chaise-lounge, feet propped on the high end. “I told you he’s unothordox.”

“Yeah, yeah, so you did. You got any bright ideas? We can’t lose at this point. No new recruit has made it past the Wall.”

“I think he might be in the building.” The brown-haired man turned his head to glance at his friend.

“What? We’ve searched everywhere.”

A shrug. “You asked me.”

Lance sat in the big chair and drummed his fingers on the mahogany desktop. “It could be worth one more sweep.” He reached for the radio.

***

These ladies are GOOOOOOOD! Sweep away, Lance.

I'll even get you the broom!

Jill

i'd love to see the look on the teams faces if they saw bobby dressed up like this

cath

no more sweeps he needs to make it over that wall

Thank you Trecebo -- the purple hat was really bothering me!!!! I think it would have made his skin look sallow, don't you?

I hope none of these ladies wears a pacemaker -- it might short circuit or something with all the excitment. I mean, think about it -- naked Bobby being s-l-o-w-l-y dressed by all these ladies!!!!! Oh my word -- what have they done? Tell me they didn't tamper with his dimples!!!

kav

Seriously? Gotta watch out for those purple hats, ya know? Can't have Bobb-o looking BAD now, can we?

***

The Ladies’ Auxiliary meeting let out, the women laughing and chatting amongst themselves. Rodolfo summoned the valets to begin bringing around the cars for the madames. His solicitous nature was applied to each lady, most of whom he knew by name.

“Madame Dexcelia, most ‘appy to see you, again. ‘Ave a good day. Ah, Dame Agatha, you look...” he made the kissed fingers ‘magnificent’ gesture. “And my dear Lady Abernathy. ‘Ow charming are you. And ‘Oo ‘ez thees?

Mildred patted her friend on the shoulder. “My dear Rodolfo, this is my precious sister, Matilda.”

“Enchante, Madame.”

The white hat nodded from its position in a wheel chair.

“She’s not feeling well. I think we tired her out.” Moving aside, Mildred whispered in the garcon’s ear. “She fell and broke her hip doing a waltz. It’s been quite the recovery. Today has been most delightful but quite taxing, I believe.”

The Frenchman nodded in sympathy. He patted the lady’s hand softly. “Do get well soon, madame.”

A silver luxury car pulled up. Mildred ‘assisted’ the wheelchair bound lady into the passenger seat before sliding behind the wheel. She was slipping the car into gear when a sudden influx of men converged on the front drive.

Bobby laid a restraining hand on her arm. “Don’t pull away. It will tip them off.”

Mildred nodded just as there was a knock on her window. Zipping it down, she smiled at the younger man before her. “Lance, dear. Is there something wrong?”

He gestured for two men toward the rear of the car. “We are still looking for the streaker, Mrs. Abernathy. Could you pop the trunk?”

“Certainly.”

In a moment he was back, grinning. “All clear, ma’am. You and your...”

“Sister,” she supplied.

“...sister have a good rest of the day.”

Mildred slipped the car into drive and pulled out.

***

Trece, I just caught up on several of your posts, and I'm having a ball!!!

The ladies will be talking about this for years!! First the swooning and Bobby trying to help and making it worse!! Then dressing Bobby up (I'm soooo glad that the purple hat didn't do)!! Then actually getting him out of the house right in front of them!! I agree - the FBI could use these ladies!!!

I held my breath there at the last - I was so afraid that something had tipped them off!!

Absolutely perfect, Trece!! I love it!!!

Joy

oh he is almost out of there, why do i feel thingsare just not over yet

My thoughts, exactly. Let's hope those pantyhose don't trip him up!

Jill

Those ladies are having the time of their lives playing dress up with Bobby
I just love it

Dianna

Dress up with Bobby? Now that has a ring to it.

kav

I could so picture Bobby's outfit. I, too, am glad they opted not to use the purple hat. Now, if it was a red hat, and a purple dress, then they would never has supected anything.

Great work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Such fun!
thanks,
Terie

So I have stopped singing the Kookaburra song but now have Waltzing Matilda whirling around in my head.

I wonder if they have security cameras because this could come back to haunt him one of these days!

Okay, I finally got caught up and I'm laughing my derriere off. I love this. Trece, only you could get away with something like this.

I would pay good money to see a picture of Bobby made up like this. Where is Mildred taking him? Is she going to drop him off at the Hoover Building by chance????

Kudos to duckfan for catching the Aussie joke... (Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, you'll go a-waltzing Matilda with me....la la lalala...

**

Alvin came running up as the silver auto disappeared. “We have a head count problem.”

Lance glared at him. “What are you talking about?”

“The roster for the Ladies’ Auxiliary was for fifteen but Rodolfo counted sixteen coming out. Who was in that car?”

“The General’s mother and her sister.”

Alvin rolled his eyes. “You dolt! The General doesn’t have any aunts!” He palmed his radio. “Have the front gate closed now!”

***

The wrought iron gates were lumbering to a close before them.

“Mi’lady, I don’t want you to get into trouble,” murmured Bobby.

“Nonsense I’ve been itching for some action and this has been fun.” So saying, Mildred pressed on the accelerator, moving the car forward at a greater rate than the gates’ swing. A couple of the Country Clubs security guards made a futile attempt to flag her down, but mind set, the grey-haired lady gunned past them and out to freedom.

Bobby relaxed his white knuckled grip on the door.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before, young man.”

He grinned at her, looking rather rakish in his raspberry lipstick. “Aye, mi’lady, but never done with so much class.”

Mildred pinched his cheek. “My son used to let me do all sorts of fun things. Now days, he is such a fuddy. I like you, Bobby. I’ve had a great deal of fun today, thanks to you.”

“I’d say no problem to that...only you’d better slow down, mi’lady.”

“Why?”

The flash of lights and the blare of a siren answered her question.

***

Oh, Trece, I'm having such a blast reading this story...loved the ladies and their antics and I loved the pictures my mind provided me while I was reading...

don't you just love old ladies with a sense of adventure

can't wait to see how she gets them out of this sticky situation

cath

the whole corps is going to pie there pants with this

Well, I would say all Bobby would have to do is flash his i.d. and say he was on a case or something, but that was probably left in his pants....

Too funny.

I can only imagine the reaction of those pulling them over when they meet "Bobette" in his rapsberry lipstick.

I'm not sure if I should swoon or not?


kav

Raspberry lipstick? I think Bobby may be more of an Autumn...

Em

Me neither Kav, I'm just sitting here with this kind of look on my face. Quick, leg it Bobby!!!

Great posts, sorry I got behind!!!

Jen

She's a feisty old lady, isn't she???

Joy

Shame on her son...turning into a fuddy....what happened to the duddy?

Anyway..........this should prove interesting...although he made it beyond the wall, right? I mean the gate was attached to the wall, right? So he's home free, right?

Jill

***

“Now, Sergeant, this is my son. He’s such a good boy, my Clayton. Do you know him?”

The trooper paled as he put the name to the picture being flashed before him. “Why, yes ma’am. I do.”

“And here is my grandson..much like his father, I think.” She smiled up at him. “So, do I need to get out of the car?”

“No, ma’am. I believe you are who you say you are. I will have to issue a warning.” Inwardly, his heart dropped, knowing that the General would have his hide.

“Why, of course. I’d be delighted. I was breaking the law. Are you sure you don’t want to give me a ticket?” She whispered to Bobby, who was trying not to laugh. “I think going to the courthouse would be something new to do, don’t you?”

The trooper finished his notations and handed Mildred the paper. “Please pay more attention next time, Mrs. Abernathy. I’d hate for anything to happen to you.” Please, please, please...

“I will. And I’ll tell Clayton what a fine job you did, too, Sgt. Welsh.” She rolled up the window and slowly pulled away, leaving the poor man to staring after her.

Bobby was nearly in tears by this time, his mascara running down his face. “Mi’lady, you are really something.”

She reached over and patted him on the knee. “Like I told you, it’s been fun for a change. Now, where can I drop you off?”

***

whee indeed?

cath

I used to know someone just like Mrs. Abernathy. Let's just say she was very spunky and found life to be an adventure too.

Dianna

Thanks for brightening my day.
Terie

Well, she'll probably drop him off at his apartment, but I personally think it would be fun to drop him off at the Hoover Building...

yeah right in front of the building, where everybody is walking, should be a great picture, bobby as tall as he is, walking a round in clothes twice as smaller as he is ,in make up and lipstick on, should be an amazing moment

Trece that was too much - that poor sergeant he probably can't decide if he will be in more trouble for writing the ticket or not writing the ticket!

I just love Mrs. Abernathy. I think you could do a whole series of her and Bobby working together.

or or maybe All I know is it gave me a start when I read it! And I agree with everyone else Mrs. Abernathy rocks -- perhaps you could do a new series? Mrs. Abernathy Goes to Washington?

kav

This is the next to last post....

***

It had been awhile since he’d been to his DC apartment. Being on assignment to another department kept him too busy check on the place. But now, he was glad that he’d been able to come here first and change.

Mildred had helped him out of the car, keeping an eye on passers-by and watching his six. Those stairs were rather hard to climb as hampered as he was by the hose on his legs. He wondered then and even now, how no one had noticed he wasn’t wearing shoes.

A quick shower and he slid into his spare workout togs, towel draped over his shoulders. Going out into the living area, he smiled as Mildred was tinkering in his kitchen.

“Mi’lady, I don’t think there’s much here...”

She waved him off. “Nonsense. I found some tea and sugar and we shall have a bit of a repast before you go back to work. Come, sit down.”

He joined her at the table, grateful to be able to stretch his long legs. Tea was poured and served, the Aussie reminded of his stepdad’s gram.

Her crystal blue eyes twinkled over the rim of the cup. “I recognize that look, my boy. I should hope I’m a fair bit more spry than any grandmother you might be thinking about.”

A thousand watts lit up the room. “To be sure, and you are, mi’lady.” He raised his tea cup to her. “To many years of action for you, with class and grace.”

“Hear, hear.” Mildred sipped her drink slowly, observing the man before her. It wasn’t lust that had driven her day but rather, the zest for life that he seemed to exude. Addictive, attractive, she was tired of feeling useless and this young man had let her be useful. “Do you need a ride to the base?”

“Too right, but I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Nonsense. I know a few strings I can pull.”

He drained his cup and smiled. “All right, then. I’ll get my boots and we’ll be off.”

***

This is the second to last post?

Bobby did good by making an older woman feel useful. That should earn the gratitude of a certain general, right?

BTW - Were there pictures for the team to accidentally find???