Thank you, Hannah (grahamlecter) for Beta-reading my story and finding my mistakes so that I can fix them.

Scoofuls, thank you (again) for pointing out something that could better. I appreciate it. Hopefully, the corrected paragraph works.

To all the readers, please enjoy.

G-Girl

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Chapter 54 - The Spring Fling

Susan checked the clock. There was more than enough time to get everything done before they had to leave for the center. She did a quick walk to the bathroom in the early morning light, rubbing her little belly. When she got back to the bed, Spencer lay on his side, watching her. Her plan was to pick out an outfit to wear after her shower. Instead, she slid under the covers and moved over to spend time with her beloved.

"This is a nice surprise. I thought you had to shower and get ready?"

She kissed him. "I can do that later… or now… if you have nothing else in mind." Turning over, she sat up.

Spencer growled playfully. "Don't you dare leave me now, not in this condition… come here, you."

A delightfully seductive smile spread across her face as she laid back down against him. "I can read your mind, Lover."

"Oh? I thought it was obvious. Okay, what am I thinking?"

"Mmm, you're thinking… what kind of noises can I get her to make today? Am I right?"

Laughing, he pulled her closer. "Pretty much. When I'm at work, it gets so hard trying not to think about you."

Susan reached down under the sheet between them, eliciting a groan from him. "Hard? Ooh, Honey, I'll say. I can imagine you at work, thinking about me bent over your desk, naked with my damp panties lying on the floor." She kissed him and smiled sweetly…

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Propped on his forearms, Spencer kissed her; Susan's legs still wrapped around his hips. "It's times like this I think about at work, but now I'll never think of my desk the same way, making it even har—um… more difficult, to concentrate on cases. Thank you very much."

"Oh, you're very welcome." Susan slid her legs down, tucking her ankles behind his knees. "It's literally my pleasure."

He sighed. "What time do you need to get up?"

"Hmm. About now-ish. After we shower and get dressed, I'll make breakfast. The outfits I need for today are in my dress bag hanging on the coat rack and in my gym bag, by the front door." She kissed him softly. "Everyone will be over about 4, right?"

He moved over and laid back, holding her against him. "Mm-hmm. Garcia is organizing that since I'm taking you to the center early."

"I don't want to get up, but I need a shower. Today is going to be fun. Okay, one more kiss, and I have to get up."

With his hand cupping her cheek, Spencer gave her another sweet kiss, then slid his arm around her, his fingers spreading out over her lower back. He sighed contentedly.

She shuddered. "Oh, I love those lips. Ti adoro amore mio."

"I adore you, too." He kissed her again, as his hand slipped between them, over her belly…

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Susan pulled on her underclothes and a pink sundress; had breakfast with Spencer, and checked the dress bag again to make sure she had everything ready to go.

While finishing his coffee, he checked his cellphone. There was a text from Penelope with the number of seats needed. In his reply, he said he would reserve them, and asked her to remind everyone to be inside the building at least five minutes before the show started.

They arrived at the center to set up her things in the childcare room being used for the women's dressing room. The guys were using another room, and the main auditorium—normally used for the gymnastics and self-defense classes—was set up for the performances.

Since Marsha had Tiana with her, Lizette had Andy and three of the volunteers setting up chairs in front of the stage. Spencer helped them finish after Susan went to put her things away. She assured Spencer she would rest in between each dance.

Lizette had the two of the volunteers assigned as stage-runners for the performances and one in charge of the stage-runners, to keep the show running smoothly.

They planned the show to run ninety minutes long, with nine performances; a 15-minute intermission after the dance classes in order to set up the mats for the gymnastics, martial arts, and self-defense demonstrations.

Since they still had two hours before the show, Susan and Spencer went to check out the events outside and get lunch. They walked by Henry's barbeque stand. He and his crew had two long lines, and he waved to the pair when he saw them as he mopped barbeque sauce onto the meat on the grill.

"Are you having a good time, Love?" Holding his hand, she kissed him as they stood in a shorter line for Falafels.

"I am. This is nice, having this event for the community." They sat at one of the picnic tables and ate their lunch while listening to the music being played by a local band. "How are you feeling, Sweetheart?"

"I feel great, but just in case lunch doesn't stay down, it's still early enough that it shouldn't come back up during the show. I'm sure it'll stay down. I'm willing it to stay down." They walked over to the north edge of the park where her grandparent's tree was. She was happy to see the current bench was still there. "The last three benches disappeared. Losing the first was the hardest since Grandpa built that one. The maintenance guys dug post holes and filled them with concrete, with 12-inch eye bolts, when they put this in, saying it would take a truck and chains to pull it out." The back of the bench had a small plaque bolted to it. Susan told him. "The inscription was inspired by Notting Hill."

Spencer read it aloud. "For Mary, who loved this park. This tree was planted for her by her beloved Edward so that one day their grandchildren would sit in its shade." They sat on the bench, relaxing, listening to the music. Susan laid her head against his shoulder, and he held her with one arm, holding her hand on top of her leg.

"Remember the picture I showed you of my grandparents sitting together under this tree?"

"Yes. And now, their granddaughter is sitting here with me."

Susan kissed him slowly. "Mm-hmm. My beloved."

Several more minutes went by. Spencer checked his watch as Susan's cell phone started ringing. It was Lizette's ringtone. Pulling her phone out of the pocket of her dress, Susan answered, "What's up Gator?... We're sitting on the bench under Grandpa and Grandma's tree… Okay, see you in five." She slid the phone back into her pocket and looked up at Spencer. "Break time is over. Time for me to go row with the rest of the slaves." She noticed his puzzled look. "It's a line from Titanic. The… Kate Winslet and Leo DiCaprio version."

"Add that to the list of movies to watch together." They walked back to the center, hand in hand.

The north side of the center's parking lot was where the nearby Fire Station had their truck set up on display. Next to it, a red pop-up with a booth manned by a volunteer auxiliary group that sold Fire Department t-shirts and hoodies. They handed out red plastic fire helmets and red tote bags to the kids with fire department-themed magnets, pins, and coloring books.

As they passed by, Susan leaned in and asked Spencer quietly, "See the firefighter standing by the front bumper? That's the guy who proposed to me three years ago."

"Hmm. I had him pictured in my head as short and homely. Thank you, for turning him down. That's a nice ego boost for me." Spencer held the door, letting Susan go into the building first.

"Since when do you need an ego boost? There could be 100 men in the room and all I see is you." She smiled that smile he loved so much.

He gave her a hug and a long kiss before she went into the changing room to get ready and do some warm-up before the show.

Sitting on one of the reserved seats, he crossed his legs and checked his cellphone for messages, then called Penelope. "Hey Pen, I'm checking in. It's 1:30; I want to make sure everyone will be here in time for the show." She told him she was rounding everyone up on her way back through the park.

The stage runners were making last-minute checks on lights and audio. One young man, up on a ladder, was setting up and testing the digital video camera to record the show. Spencer was impressed by the attention to detail by the center's staff and volunteers.

Darby walked in from the hallway that led to the front lobby. "Hey, Spencer."

"Hello. Great job on the event. Susan was right; it seems to be very popular with the community." He had three programs in his hand after he placed one on each of the reserved seats.

"Are you enjoying yourself?"

"I am. And I'm looking forward to the show. I've only seen Susan do some dancing and workouts at home, so this will be a treat for me."

She patted his arm. "I'll be back out before the show starts. Save a seat for me, okay?"

He gave her a thumbs up. "Will do."

Penelope came in through the back door. "The group is on their way. Some are finishing lunch, and the rest are stopping by the bathrooms with the kids."

"Since you're here, I'll be right back." He went out and bought four water bottles at the concession stand in the park near the back entrance, and brought them to the room being used for the ladies to change in. He knocked, and a woman he didn't know opened the door. He held up two water bottles in his hand. "Can you please give these to Susan?"

She called Susan's name, and several seconds later, his wife appeared at the door.

"Hi, Love."

"Here, Sweetheart. In case you drank the other two."

Wearing a black leotard now, with a black wrap skirt and her pink tights, she leaned out of the door and kissed him, taking the water bottles out of his hand. "Thank you. If I drink one now, I'll have time to use the bathroom before changing into my Samba outfit." She kissed him again. "Love you. Enjoy the show!"

"I'm sure I will." He went back to the seats, handing a bottle to Garcia and opening the other. His cell phone pinged. He fished it out of his pocket and read the text from Phil:

Parked at the house. The boys and I are on our way over.

Spencer sent him a reply, saying he was saving seats. Kristy Simmons walked in with the twins and Rose in the stroller, followed by Tara, Morgan, Aaron, and Emily.

Aaron told him, "The others are right behind us, bringing the rest of the kids from the bathrooms."

Looking over at the doors, he smiled, surprised to see former BAU teammate Kate Callahan, and her husband Chris talking with Jennifer. They were followed by Matt, Will, and the boys. Spencer went over and said hello, and they talked for a moment. He was about to ask how far along she was; she appeared to be several months pregnant, but since the show was about to start, he told her they could talk catch up later.

Right before the show started, Phil showed up, telling Spencer the boys decided to go to the softball field instead of watching the performances. Dave and Krystall came in, said hello, and sat down in the empty seats Spencer pointed to. Luke rushed in behind them with his dog, saying Jaynie, the dog sitter, wasn't able to stay, so he sat on the aisle. Roxy quietly laid down on the floor beside his chair.

Spencer checked the row as he turned the volume on his cellphone down all the way and slipped it into his pocket; there were three empty chairs for Darby to choose from. She came back as the lights dimmed. The show was starting.

He looked around and smiled wistfully; nearly every other member of the BAU, past and present since he started there, was in the same room. For a moment, he wondered how Alex Blake was and what became of Elle Greenaway.

Turning his attention back to the stage, he thought about the show. The ballet classes, levels 1 through 4 were up first. He could see Susan and Lizette waiting on the side of the stage with their students as the music started. The dancers went on, performing their routines, starting with the youngest, largest class first. When they finished, they sat on one side of the stage, as the next class performed, then the next, and finally, the last class. Four dancers performed a more complicated routine. As the last class sat down, Susan and Lizette danced onstage in their ballet outfits, each going down one side of the stage. The students got up and joined them, and as the last girl left the stage, the lights overhead went out.

By now, the room was filled to capacity and getting warm. Spencer was starting to sweat, so he pulled off his cardigan, folding it neatly, laying it across his lap.

After the jazz dance class performed and the lights came back up, a lively Latin tune emanated from the speakers. The Brazilian Samba class sashayed single file onto the stage, with Susan in the middle. Spencer considered her to be the most beautiful of the dancers, stunning in her beaded and feathered costume. He bit his lip, sweating even more, unable to look away, barely noticing there were others on the stage. He crossed one leg over the other, leaned forward, propping his elbow on his knee, and held his chin in his hand. The top she wore didn't seem adequate enough to cover her ample boob-fairy breasts. But she was right; he did like this dance as much as the Belly Dancing. He took a sip of water, still watching her dance. Then she turned around with her back to the audience, doing that circular motion with her hips. What did she call it when she showed me that last night? Oh, buffing the wood. It took every ounce of strength to keep himself on the chair, when all he wanted to do was run to the stage, throw her over his shoulder and whisk her away to one of the empty back rooms. His hand over his mouth hid his grin from the others.

As the dance ended, the ladies in the group curtseyed, no doubt to keep the headdresses from falling off, and they danced offstage with their arms and hips still moving as the music faded out. Now he was thankful to have the cardigan over his lap.

The tap dancers performed, and when the lights came back up, the Belly Dancers were lined up on stage. The music started, and he leaned forward again, propping his chin on his palm as they danced, each wearing a different colored costume. Susan wore a purple outfit with gold spangles across the top and a black hip scarf with gold coins over the sheer skirt; slits up to her hips on either side and thin gold bracelets adorned her wrists and ankles. The top she wore for this number did a better job of containing her bosom. Spencer watched her as the other women on the stage again faded into the background. She locked her eyes with his, clearly dancing only for him. The song, entitled Me Enamoré, he translated to himself; I Fell in Love.

As the music ended, they filed offstage, and the lights went down. The Brazilian martial arts class did their Capoeira routine last, set to percussive instrumental music before the intermission.

After the mats were put down on the stage, people were returning to their seats at the end of the intermission. The lights dimmed, signaling the show was about to resume. Susan rushed out from the hallway, her braids now unpinned, wearing the sundress and slip-on shoes she wore that morning, and she sat in an empty chair behind Spencer. After the Karate demo ended, she stood up and leaned over, kissing him on the side of his neck with her arms over his shoulders.

"Are you enjoying the show, Love?" She whispered.

He turned his head up at her and smiled. "I am, very much."

She kissed him again and sat back down as the lights went back down. After the Gymnastics demonstration, the Self-defense class did theirs, and all the lights came up at the close of the show. Darby stood in front of the stage, thanking all the students and teachers for taking part, the parents and community members for attending. She announced new classes were starting in two weeks, and there were still a handful of classes that weren't completely filled.

At the end of the show, after the clapping died down and the audience started filing out, Spencer stood, talking with his friends about what a great show it was. Susan had to go back to the changing room to get her things, coming back out a few minutes later, with Anne Marie, the Karate instructor. She thanked the woman for taking over the Self-Defense classes. Spencer took her bags to put them in the car, rejoining her and the others inside. They had time to visit a few more of the vendor booths before going home. And on the way back to the car, they walked back by the food vendors again.

Susan saw the barbeque lines were still long as Henry was busy turning racks of ribs in the cooker. She called out to him. "Henry! How's your day been so far?"

"We're having a great day. My daughter Tessa had to go back to the shop for more of everything. Twice. Can you believe it? She's bringing the sides for your order with her, so as soon as she gets here, I'm wrapping up the meats, including these ribs, and she'll bring them to you at 4."

Susan grinned with her hand on her stomach. "I'm looking forward to it Henry; it smells wonderful; as delicious as lunch yesterday. Thank you for that, by the way."

Spencer agreed. "It was. Thank you."

When they got home and pulled into the driveway, some of the others in the group were coming up to the gate. A few went into the house with Spencer, and the rest headed to the backyard.

Morgan stepped up onto the curb, holding a sleeping Hank against his shoulder, with Savannah by his side. "Is there somewhere I can put him down for a nap?" Susan suggested the back bedroom next to the library and showed him to it.

Chris Callahan parked at the curb in front of the house, and Kate hugged Spencer as he came back out. He shook hands with Chris and introduced them to Susan as they went inside.

"Emily told us you and Spencer got married. And you're expecting? That's wonderful." Kate patted her belly. "We're having our second."

"Congratulations!" Spencer asked, "And how is Meg?"

"She's home watching our son, CJ, so we could get out for an afternoon. She's… still dealing with PTSD and decided she's going to live at home while attending GW this fall." Kate put her hand on Susan's arm. "When we saw JJ at the park, she invited us back to the house. I hope you don't mind."

Susan smiled warmly. "I don't mind at all. It's wonderful to finally meet you, and I know Spencer's happy to see you."

"How far along? You're hardly showing."

"Twelve and a half weeks. Trust me; I'm showing. Somehow I've managed to gain weight, despite not being able to keep much of anything down the last couple of months. Breakfast and lunch today were the first meals in succession that have stayed down."

"I'm already up two sizes, at fourteen weeks. Maybe after this one is born; I'll sign up for one of your dance classes. And I heard part of how you and Spencer met. Garcia mentioned a photograph and your psychology class, but how does the dancing fit in?" Susan led Kate into the library and showed her the prints, told her the shortened version of the story as Chris followed, talking with Morgan and Spencer.

"That's stunning." She gazed around the room with wide eyes. "You have a beautiful home. I'll bet Spencer loves this library."

He walked up behind them. "That's an understatement." The gate buzzer sounded, so he asked Morgan to go with him to bring in their dinner order. They carried in boxes and bags to the kitchen, opening up cartons and containers and arranged the entrees on one half of the table and sides on the other. Spencer stacked plates on the counter as Susan laid the cutlery out.

Matt called out the sliding glass doors to let everyone else know the food had arrived, and after people loaded their plates, they went back out to the tables under the awnings, talking and laughing.

Susan asked Betty to play a mix of upbeat songs low enough so that people could still be able to carry on conversations.

Phil and his sons came in the front door, and he sent the boys to wash up in the front bathroom while he walked into the kitchen and hugged Susan. "Hey, Sooz. Lunch smells great. Outstanding job on the Spring Fling. Mom would be proud." He washed his hands in the sink, drying his hands with the dishtowel.

"Thank Darby, Lizette, and Jinny, then. They did it; I only had my three dance classes to deal with." They carried their plates out, and Susan watched as her nephews talked on their way to the fire ring with Jack and the other boys. Trey was three months younger than Jack but was more outgoing. They were talking about baseball and video games like lifelong friends. Henry and Michael, the youngest boys in the group, asked their dad if they could eat with the older boys. Will said it was okay, so they went over and sat on the stone benches.

After everyone else was sitting down with their plates, Susan asked the group, "If you enjoy lunch, please let Henry know. His barbeque shop is by the community center. Or better yet, post a review on his Yelp page. His business is still new, and he's building his customer base." Susan looked over and smiled, seeing Eddie helping Michael wipe barbeque sauce off his face.

When the boys finished their dinner, Trey asked Susan if they could go down to the basement and play video games or watch a movie. "Go for it, but if you guys play video games, make sure the younger boys get to play too?" He agreed, and the boys went inside.

The adults relaxed and talked, catching up, discussing how nice it was to get together, while Matt's twin girls played on the jungle gym. Chris commented on how nice and large the house was.

Spencer told him, "Susan helped refurbish three of the bedrooms, as well as three of the bathrooms, and added a half-bathroom in the basement. I'll give you the tour if you'd like?" Kate's eyebrows snapped up. "How many bathrooms and bedrooms are there?"

"Seven bedrooms, five full bathrooms, and two half bathrooms," Susan said proudly. "My grandparents wanted a large family."

Matt glanced at Kristy, then turned to Susan. "If you two ever want to sell, let me know? With five kids, our house feels like a closet. This place has so much room and there's something for everyone. The kids love your home theater."

"Sorry, Matt. I promised my grandfather I would never sell. Betty B. and I have a special bond."

Spencer added, "Besides, we're planning on more kids after this one." He smiled as he spread his hand gently over Susan's abdomen.

Garcia suggested opening the entertainment shed. "Ooh! We could have lip sync battles or sing karaoke. That could be fun, yeah?" Kate was still looking around the yard, taking everything in.

"Susan enjoys entertaining," Spencer told her and Chris. "And we try to plan these get-togethers every month."

"This house is perfect for parties. No offense, Dave." Susan tilted her head and grinned.

"Hey, better here than our place." Dave laughed. "I love you all, but I also enjoy my peace and quiet."

Krystall lightly slapped his arm, smiling. "Maybe we could host every other month."

He countered, "Every three months is good… when we're in town."

"Dave, we're fine with hosting," Susan asserted.

Aaron held his hands up. "Wherever, it's a welcome break from working cases. We can enjoy ourselves and leave shop talk at the office. Dave, maybe you could stick to hosting weddings?" He asked Emily, "Should we tell them?"

They all looked at her, and she smiled. "Sure. They'll find out soon, anyway."

He announced proudly, "I've asked Emily to marry me... and she said yes." There were cheers of congratulations from around the table.

"Now, we haven't set a date yet, but I promise we'll let everyone know. It may have to be like JJ and Will's spur-of-the-moment wedding. We're still working it out."

"Mm-hmm." Emily smiled, nodding in agreement.

Once the excitement died down, Susan asked if anyone wanted to go swimming. "I'm going to get my suit on." She went inside, and came out several minutes later, in a two-piece swimsuit, with a red halter top, blue bottoms with white polka dots, flip-flops, and her black cover-up, as Spencer was walking in.

He grinned appreciatively. "Makes you look like Wonder Woman."

"Thank you, Love." She gave him a kiss and went outside.

Lizette and Andy arrived with Marsha—already in their bathing suits—walking into the backyard from the driveway with Tiana; asleep in her stroller. They got their plates while the baby napped in the shade.

Spencer came back out with a pitcher of ice water as Chris and Kate apologized, saying they had to leave. Meg wasn't expecting them to stay out for long. And Kate promised they would be back for future get-togethers, saying goodbye to everyone.

She said, "You have my number, Spencer. Next time, let me know what we can bring?" After walking them to the front door, he came back outside, eating a bowl of red jello squares.

"Dessert's in the fridge if anyone wants. Who brought the jello? It tastes pretty good, but… kind of… odd."

Garcia stepped out the sliders onto the deck with a towel around her and rushed over to him. "How much of that have you had?"

"Just this one bowl, honest. There's plenty left of the red and blue."

"Are you feeling okay?" She peered into his eyes.

His brow furrowed. "Uh, yeah. Why?"

"Oh, sweetie, those are jello shots. They have vodka in 'em. The blue jello squares are for the kids and Susan, sans alcohol. I meant to let everyone know."

"Uh… I feel fine." He shrugged. "Great, in fact."

She strode over to the pool to let the swimmers know about the jello. "Red for the adults. Susan, blue for the kids and you. Spencer had a bowl of spiked jello. I don't think it's hit him yet."

"How much booze are we talking about?" Susan grinned.

Penelope shrugged. "A quarter cup of vodka, maybe a third? He might get a buzz from it, probably not enough to get him drunk."

"That might be entertaining. If anyone wants whipped topping on their jello, there are two cans in the fridge. One has an S on it, the other doesn't. Use the can without the S first."

"Oh? Kinky. Does the S stand for se—" She and the other ladies were getting into the hot tub.

"—Penelope!" She laughed, cutting her off. "It stands for Susan. Hmm, but then again…"

Spencer said he'd be right back and went back into the house.

Dave called after him, "No more jello for you, Kid!"

He came back out wearing sunglasses, his board shorts, an open Hawaiian shirt, and flip-flops.

Morgan looked up from the shallow end. "Whoa son, when did you become Mr. Lean and Mean?"

Spencer grinned and shrugged. "I've been… working out with my wife. It's no big deal." As he sauntered up to the pool, Susan took her sunglasses off.

"Ooh. Hey, Hot Stuff." She was sitting on one of the two ledges along the deep end, leaning back over the edge of the pool.

He whipped off his shirt, kicked off his flip-flops, and climbed in, sitting down on the ledge with her, watching the kids playing in the pool. Behind them, Penelope, Emily, JJ, Savannah, and Tara were watching him as they were talking in the hot tub, drinking wine.

After several jello-flavored kisses from her husband, Susan needed to cool off. She turned her head towards the hot tub. "Emily, are we planning July 4th weekend at the beach later?"

Emily, mid-drink on her glass of wine, held up her index finger and finished swallowing. "Sure. We have a month to plan. If we end up on a case, we can spend at least part of the weekend there. Should we all meet up out there or meet up out here and carpool?"

"Either? Whatever works for everyone. And anyone with tents can bring them. We have four tents out there that are only a year old and plenty of air mats, beach chairs, and tables. I'm going out there with Andy and Lizette on Thursday, the 2nd, after class. So whoever wants to go out early to help set up is more than welcome. I'll send everyone a text with the landline phone number and the address."

"Thank you. It sounds like we'll have a great time. How many bedrooms are there?"

"And are they soundproof?" Penelope added, chuckling.

Susan recited from memory: "There are eight bedrooms, four with queen beds, two with two twin beds each, one room has two sets of bunk beds and one has a king bed. Oh, and two of the queen rooms have chair pull-out beds, perfect for a small child. The den and living room each have a full-size pull-out bed, and the living room also has a chair pull-out. There are four full bathrooms and two half inside, as well as two half bathrooms outside. We haven't had any complaints, so they must be soundproof." Susan pursed her lips, trying not to smile.

Aaron swam over next to Susan and Spencer, still sitting on the ledge in the deep-end. "We're planning the 4th of July weekend now?"

"Going over preliminary details." Susan continued, "The house is three stories, with full railings on the top two decks, and the top deck has one of the half bathrooms and a sun deck. There's a hot tub next to the deck by the side of the house, with two open showers, two closed, two changing stalls, and the other half-bath. We've rented it out, and by 'we', I mean the rental agency, for large groups, like weddings, retreats, and family reunions. One 4th of July weekend, there were twenty-six of us there from the center, and no one complained of overcrowding. It would just be us this year since Lizette said most of the staff made other plans for the holiday weekend."

"So, we should plan who's going to bring what. Right?" Emily poured another glass and handed the bottle to Tara.

"Sure. Sounds good." Susan leaned back. "Over the years, I've slept in every room, except the Lighthouse room, with the King-size bed, and I can tell you all the beds are comfortable, and the rooms are spacious." She leaned over and whispered in Spencer's ear, "You and I are going to have the Lighthouse room this year."

Spencer tapped his temple and nodded slowly, with a puckered smile on his face. "Good plan."

"You're feeling the vodka, aren't you?" Susan peered into his eyes.

"Yup… little bit" He nodded and winked, grinning…

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For more, go read Conversations from the Hot Tub in Side Stories