Liz spent the night at my house on a Friday night. The next morning, she said, “Do you want to go downtown? Have some food and walk around?”
“That sounds fun…let’s do it.”
We took the train downtown to a trendy neighborhood, had some brunch and then wandered around. It was a cold, winter day, but the sun was out, and it wasn’t windy, so it was nice walking around. We walked everywhere with my arm over her shoulders and her arm around my waist or holding hands. Liz always looked hot and cool in whatever she was wearing. Today, she had on some black, low waisted jeans, tall black boots, a black and white horizontal striped shirt and a black leather jacket. With her beautiful face, bright red hair, dark makeup and piercings; she drew a lot of attention as we walked around.
We went into a record store, browsing through all of our favorite bands. We couldn’t really keep our hands off each other. Mostly just innocent, hand holding or hugging, maybe a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes, maybe grabbing each other’s ass. I was standing behind her, as she perused some CDs, with my arms wrapped around her from behind.