Part 2.

“So, if there isn’t any other business…,” Spencer paused momentarily to give the rest of the Avonwick PTA members a chance to speak up. When no one did, “I’ll call this meeting to a close and thank you all very much for coming out tonight. I know it's bitterly cold.”

A general murmur broke out from amongst the people present as Spencer’s second official PTA meeting was over. He’d hit the ground running in the past month and a bit since Danielle had returned from New York. With the PTA, a teenage daughter and an extremely enthusiastic and lively new girlfriend; Spencer was busier than he could recall himself being in several years, since Kristen in fact, although he’d found himself starting to think of his sadly departed wife a little less frequently. His life was fuller than he could have hoped to dream again. In fact, this coming weekend would be his and Danielle's first ever weekend away together and he needed to Darcie Collins about it.

He found Darcie easily enough. She’d been sitting next to him as his Vice-President during the meeting after all but had gone and gotten herself a cup of tea and a slice of Jasmine Hong’s delectable Pistachio and Rose Water tea cake when it was finished. The two women were talking with Darcie trying valiantly to convince Jasmine to give her the recipe.

“Hey, Jas. Thank you again for bringing the refreshments. You really didn’t have to,” Spencer told his old school friend sincerely before adding something evil for Darcie in jest, “although I’m not sure Darcie’s backside will be thanking you if she has too much more.”

Jasmine laughed as Darcie’s eyes began to narrow.

“One more crack like that and I won’t watch your kid for you tomorrow!” Darcie threatened.

While Jasmine wasn’t an official member of the PTA, at least not this year anyway, she’d come on board when Spencer had asked her to help Britney Lochlan with the menus for the school canteen. Jasmine had trained professionally as a chef. That help had spawned into volunteering at the school during lunch hours as well as on weekends when Avonwick Junior’s sports teams had home games. Spencer was sure his attractive Asian friend would have done even more if there had been any money involved in it. Instead, she did it for the love of cooking or so Spencer thought. In actuality, Jasmine had readily agreed as a way of spending more time with Spencer who she’d been harbouring a rekindling flame since running back into him at Avonwick. The one condition she’d placed on Spencer for helping out so much around the school and the PTA was that he never mention anything of their past connection to her wife Amber Hong or their initial catch-ups when they were to finally meet. It seemed like an easy deal for Spencer to make.

“Just a joke. I’m sure your bum looks just fine,” Spencer said settling Darcie back down. Spencer knew how good Darcie’s ass was. He’d been getting a piece of it for a little while there before he and Danielle had become serious and exclusive. No one knew that especially not Jasmine, so Spencer felt safe sharing that in-joke between them.

“Don’t go thinking about my backside. You’ve got a piece of tail of your own to take care of this weekend,” Darcie prodded Spencer back as she brought in Jasmine conspiratorially. “Spencer and Miss Dani are off to New York for what I’m sure is going to be a very dirty weekend.”

“Oh,” remarked Jasmine playing along, “will you be visiting Broadway or just Dani’s Tightway?”

Darcie burst out into a cackling laugh. That was rude even for her. “Shut your mouth you dirty bitch! Spencer, where in the hell did you find her?”

Spencer held his arms up in a fanned shrug. He found it safer with what Jasmine had asked him for with her wife to keep it vague on how they knew each other. With the laughing and teasing over Darcie assured Spencer that she would pick Amy up with Kimberly from school the following afternoon and that she’d make everyone made it to softball and back on the weekend. The girls had spent any number of weekends together and this was no different. Spencer's unneeded worry came from nerves at his first true romantic getaway since his marriage.

“Are you all set for this weekend’s home games?” Spencer asked Jasmine in a way to move the conversation forward and away from his sex life.

“I’d be even better if you allowed me to order the commercial oven I wanted,” Jasmine said. There was a big and tall industrial cooker she’d shown Spencer that would make her dream come true if he’d just allow her to spend the twenty-something thousand dollars it would cost to have it installed.

“Double our profits to $3000 a weekend and I’ll think about it.” Spencer offered grudgingly.

“Deal! Just you watch me.” Jasmine quickly acceded. A fire of determination entered her almond eyes.

Amy was at home in Danielle’s care that evening and Spencer was looking forward to seeing them both. It was later than Amy would normally be awake but Spencer knew that Dani took a very soft hand with Amy. The last thing she wanted to appear to be was a wicked stepmother in waiting. In essence, the two of them were closer as friends than in any sort of Mother/Daughter relationship.

On the way out the door, Spencer was stopped by the school’s Principal Mary Winters. On the night he’d been elected President, Spencer had been told that Miss Black; the Art Teacher; was to be the faculty liaison to the PTA but at his very first meeting had found out that Ms Winters had taken over the role herself. What had originally been fobbed off to the inexperienced teacher was snatched back by the dominant Head Mistress now that Spencer was to be involved. Spencer found the raven hair woman slightly off-putting. Like a crocodile staring at a bullfrog. Even when she wasn’t moving he felt on edge.

“Hello, Spencer. You’re settling into the President’s role just perfectly. I can almost feel an Askren dynasty forming,” Mary told him in her same vaguely suggestive manner.

“Ahh thank you, I guess. I really have no problem being a one-term president though. Just like Bush Senior,” Spencer squirmed.

“Oh, silly Spencer, I keep myself just like my politics. Entirely Bush free.”

Spencer didn’t even know how to answer and just flapped his gums like a fish.

“No words? That’s a shame. I like a vocal man. Oh well. Let me know when you’re ready to discuss “foreign policies”.

Spencer had to repress a shudder at the brazen way Mary stared straight at his crotch before she stepped aside and allowed him to leave at last.

Dani was awake on the couch by the fire when Spencer got in. Even with its generous output of heat, Danielle was rugged up against the cold in a pair of flannel pyjamas and a pillowy robe.

“Hey, Hun,” Spencer greeted Dani as he leaned down over the back of the couch to kiss her hello.

“Hey, Sweet. How did your meeting go?” Dani first asked him about the PTA meeting.

“Good. Things are progressing well. Amy asleep?” he asked her in return.

“She went down about an hour ago,” Danielle answered but Spencer caught the quick glance towards the wall beside the fireplace that lead to Amy’s room. Danielle was a pushover when it can to his daughter.

“I know your awake kiddo,” Spencer called out in a clear strong voice.

“Hey Dad,” Amy called out as she appeared from where she’d tried hiding.

Spencer’s eye caught immediately on the spark of bright pink colour that came from Amy’s fingertips and toenails. She wasn’t trying to hide it as it was what she showed him straight away.

“I helped Dani do her nails and she did mine for me.”

Amy held out her painted pale pink nails as Dani mirrored hers holding up deep, rich, red fingertips of her own. Danielle’s looking more grown up and womanly not just by the colour but by the way they had been filed into long elegant points as well. Spencer could just imagine his girlfriend in some skin-tight little black dress looking ever so sexy in with her nail polish.

“They are great. Are you allowed them at school though?” he asked.

In the way of every single teenager known to parents, Amy just lifted up her shoulders and shrugged.

“Get some sleep anyway. Don’t forget you’re going home with the Collins’ tomorrow.”

“I won’t. Good night, Dad. Good night, Dani,” Amy told them as she gave her dad a hug and a kiss first and then Dani one bigger, longer hug.”

Spencer and Danielle headed off for the night themselves. Washed faces, brushed teeth and got into bed. Spencer wore his nightly sleeping clothes, a pair of pyjama bottoms and that was it. Dani had discarded the robe and long pj’s for a sheer, silkie nightie when she’d come to the room. She liked to dress demurely around Amy but provocatively for Spencer.

Spencer switched off the light and Dani drew in close and tight with her lover.

“You’re not upset I painted Amy’s nails are you?” Danielle wanted to check. She was still unsure of the whole extended family dynamic and didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

“Is it what teen girls do?” Spencer simply asked.

“It is.”

“Good. Then that’s fine with me.”

“Good. Otherwise, I might have had to scratch you up with my pointy nails.”

As they’d been talking their hands had been steadily roaming over each other. With her last comment, Danielle slide her palm past Spencer’s waist and grazed those keen fingertips along the sensitive skin of his scrotum. He moaned instantly.

“Like you weren’t planning to anyway.”