The Lies That Bind

Chapter 15: A Sunday Jog

One trip to the store later and I'm dressed in a black sports bra with a matching mesh at the top, accompanied by a black pair of hip hugging shorts... with mesh. My not-toned-at-all stomach is exposed. Kazmir is both happy with my selection and displeased that it's not just for him. His mixed emotions amuse me greatly.

After collecting a muzzled Bear, who still hates me by the way, we make our way to the parking lot. Near the middle of the second floor, the black Volga sits pretty, but to my surprise, the sedan doesn't beep when Kazmir presses the button attached to his keychain. Instead, a large, rich, midnight blue car beside it makes its presence known. It looks like some type of Ford. I look to the Doctor with an arched brow.

"You have two cars?"

"Da," he says as he opens one of the rear passenger doors to let the dog in. "1940 GAZ M1, it's based off the Ford Model A."

"The car Bonnie and Clyde stole and died in?" I ask.

"That was a B," Kazmir corrects me. He goes quiet for a moment as he eyes the larger sedan wearily, "They do look a little similar though..."

I brush his words off with a shrug and make my way to my man and embrace him, though really, I just want to feel his uncovered chest. Kazmir chose to go shirtless but is wearing some rather flattering shorts. I shamelessly reach around to grope him. He jumps a little and grunts, looking down at me in surprise.

"Feeling frisky, Devushka?"

"Well... Sex is exercise." I give his firm backend a squeeze.

"True, but work before play." He kisses my forehead, "I will give you your own personal workout after."

"Promise?"

"Of course," he places a hand on my cheek and captures my lips before letting me go and opening the M1's front passenger door for me.

Ah Golden Gate Park, I've been here so many times, it's nearly a second home. Luckily, we won't be going to the DeYoung... For the moment. Instead, Kazmir parks across the street from the eastern side of the park... At a McDonalds. The Haight-Ashbury district is a fine contrast to the bustling noise of the touristy area. Albeit, this place still has tourists, but it's quieter, like a suburb. The classic, close quarter, Victorian styled homes the city is known for line the streets, with small businesses littered in-between. Directly across from us lies Golden Gate Park, green and lush, with tall trees providing plenty of shade in this crazy heat wave. However, the air is cool for now as the bay fog gradually burns off.

As we step out, I notice the place is fairly crowded, but not excessively. Sitting at one of the outdoor tables is well; I'd call them an "odd" couple. The woman sits reclined with her blue and pink sock-clad legs propped up on the table. Her large cup hides her face, but her black blue hair is tied back in a short ponytail. But that's not important, the woman's peppermint striped yoga pants and black sports bra leave very little to the imagination... She's fit, ripped, with curves and contours in the right places while still maintaining a modest bust and butt. I can't help but feel intimidated, and for the first time, a little ashamed at my own lack of fitness.

The man beside her is not as ripped, but he'd still put me to shame. His hair is slightly longer than your generic buzz cut, and the innocent expression on his face makes him look tired as he hunches over to chow down on his meal. Dressed in baggy sweat pants and a Heather grey t-shirt, he appears more normal than his rainbow-dressed cohort. Below him sits a lazy brown and white St. Bernard, its droopy face gives it a bored expression. As Kazmir lets Bear out of the car, the other dog rises to its feet, barking franticly and wagging its fluffy tail. Bear responds by rushing forward, straining against her leash, but Kazmir's hold remains firm. The Bernard's antics alert its owner and the couple looks in our direction. The woman lowers the cup to reveal her smiling face; it's a face I faintly recognize.