Day two and calling an early council meeting.

“You stink Dad,” Amy said waving her hands as she got in the car. “You smell like the chemistry lab at school. What have you been doing?”

“Well, Mr Monaghan and I finished the foundations for the barn today we found some old moonshine down there,” Spencer told his daughter.

“Uck! I can’t believe you’d drink that stuff. Does that mean we can get takeaway tonight if you're too drunk to cook?” Amy asked happily.

“I’m not drunk!” Spencer argued, and he wasn’t. He’d never risk Amy in the car if he was unable to drive safely. “In fact, the Sheriff Department checked me out on the way here and said I was fine,” he said with a little snigger. “But yes, we can get take out delivered if you like.”

At home, Amy went to Spencer’s study where he kept their collection of Avonwick restaurant menus while he headed for the shower to wash up after working in the dirt earlier. As it had that morning, the water relaxing his body and unlocking his subconsciousness. Evelyn’s recalled kiss in the car and his general all-around mood causing his cock to throb and fill with blood. His pulse quickening in the scolding water until he found his breathing coming in short panting breaths.

Spencer didn’t think he’d be able to last until his rendezvous with Evelyn Malone on Friday. He craved release. Hell, he even had the crazy notion of Jessica Wolfe and her proffered “happy ending” at his last massage but he wasn’t seeing her until Thursday. Could he organise something before then?

Amy had organised for some pasta from Calabresi to be delivered to their house instead of their customary pizzas by the time he’d got out of the shower. All he had to do was pay for them when they arrived. After they’d eaten and Amy had gone off to do her homework, Spencer retired to his study. He judged it late enough in the evening that Danielle would be back at her hotel room by now. Spencer calling the number of the hotel she’d given him and was put through to her room.

She’d only just got back to her suite by the time Spencer had rung. She’d shared a couple of drinks with some of the other attendees at the course. Picking up the phone Dani felt a little flushed and swiffy from a glass of wine or two too many. “Hello?” she answered.

“Dani? Hi, it’s Spencer. How’s the course? How are you?” he asked her.

“Spence!” Danielle was delighted to hear from him already. She’d wondered if he would call her at all during their open two weeks. “I’m so happy to hear from you. The course is good. It’s a little bit of hard work but I’m sort of used to the types of things the banks want us to do already. The trip down was ok. A little bit sore ride down if I’m being honest.”

“Sore? Are you ok? What happened?” Spencer was worried that she might be hurt.

Danielle’s lips had been loosened by the after-work drinks. “That big cock of yours happened.” She lay back on the hotel bed, spreading her legs and giving herself access to her panties under her business skirt. “My pussy’s only little and you were very rough with it the other night,” she spoke huskily into the receiver.

“Fuck Dani!” Spencer sore.

She hadn’t really intended to play with herself, just stir Spencer up a little bit when she heard him swear Dani simply had to pull her knickers to the side and touch her clit. Gasping she continued, “you’d like this big bed in my hotel room Spencer. You could throw me down on it and fuck me hard once again. Don’t you want to hear me moaning as you knock the headboard up against the wall? Imagine all the guests in the other rooms listening to me as you fuck me hard!”

Spencer moaned in such desire. His cock was ridged in his pants. You’d have taken himself out and started stroking himself just then but he hadn’t closed the door to his office behind him. Amy could walk in on him at any moment. Instead, he had to just grip his throbbing meat through the fabric of his pants as he listened to Danielle cumming loudly from her own attentions.

“Oh, God Dani! I’m so fucking hard right now!” Spencer urgently whispered when Danielle had finished cawing and could speak to him clearly again.

“Do something about it,” she told him. Perhaps she’d better stop drinking at the end of the day until she got back to Avonwick.

Spencer’s dreams that night were an intangible haze of erotic desires. Vaguely formed shapes supporting red hair and voluptuous figures that existed just to tease and torment him until he woke well before dawn barely rested and lined in sweat. He had a good hour and more before he needed to get Amy up. Getting up out of bed, Spencer dressed for the cold morning and headed out onto his lake with his canoe. If rest wouldn’t find him, exercise would.

Muscles aching Spencer returned to the house through the kitchen side door, just as Amy was wandering in looking for breakfast. “Morning dad,” she greeted him.

“Good morning sweetie,” he returned. He at last felt like he’d conquered the needs of his body for the time being. His sexual appetite was replaced by a hunger for cured pork products and chicken ova (bacon and eggs). “Hungry sweetie?”

“Yeah. I’ll just grab some cereal I guess,” Amy told him.

“Let me just grab a quick shower and I’ll cook us something proper, hey?” he offered.

Amy nodding her eager agreement.

Clean and with a full stomach, Spencer started out the short fifteen-minute drive into Avonwick to drop Amy off at school. With her feet up on the dash, Amy used the car’s radio controls to flick through different radio channels in rapid succession trying to find songs that she liked. The quality of music here in upstate New York wasn’t to Spencer’s ears but at least it was better than the non-stop country music he might find in a state like Tennessee.

Coffee in hand, Spencer hoped out of the car at the school and nodded a friendly hello to the parents within striking distance of himself. He hadn’t been standing there more than two minutes when he was approached by Loren Chapman, his predecessor as President of the PTA.

“Good morning Spencer. Would Thursday during the day be a good time for you to go over the transfer of PTA responsibilities?” she asked. Her previously frosty demeanour on the election night had been replaced by cool indifference.

He supposed that was better than open hostility. He was also seeing Miss Wolfe on Thursday though. A change of times in the way of a peace offering might do much to soothe her hurt feelings and achieve Spencer’s goals at the same time.

“I have a medical appointment that day, unfortunately.” Not an outright lie. “How about dinner at my house Thursday night? Or Wednesday even?” It was better to offer a couple of alternatives when getting the other person to change their plans.

“Well, that sounds lovely Spencer. I’ll have to find a sitter but I will get back to you and let you know,” Loren positively beamed at the offer. An invite to the handsome Spencer Askren’s house would be quite the thing to make up for losing the Presidency when it came time to gossiping about her own achievements to her friends. Still, Loren couldn’t quite take her hands off the PTA just yet though. “Once I’ve handed everything across, you’ll want to call your first council meeting as soon as possible.”

Spencer smiled politely but didn’t say anything. He didn’t know yet if he wanted to run things differently than Loren Chapman just yet. A council meeting of sorts might just be the ticket for what Spencer had been experiencing the past 48 hours though. Bidding Loren goodbye, for now, Spencer swivelled his head around the drop-off area and looked about for a certain car in particular.

Seeing the Collins car pulling up and Darcie driving, he timed it so she was just pulling back out after letting Kimberly out and rapped on the passengers’ side door to let Darcie know he was there. Leaning in after the window had lowered, he told her a quick message for her ears alone.

“Follow me home if you still want to get fucked by the new President.”