<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WW6x8.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>:  Elizabeth Goetz<br/><strong>Time</strong>:  Saturday Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Keith and Margo's Murder Mystery Theater<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:  Tristyn<br/><br/>The laughter was totally unforced, easy and not self conscious at all.  She reached out and squeezed his hand, then took the pencil and added a ski mask and sunglasses.<strong>"Totally like him.  Oh my gosh, I thought I was going to have a heart attack!  Thank you for rescuing me,"</strong>Elizabeth added then handed the pencil back.<strong>"With moves like that, there's no way Daddy and his shotgun comments scared you.  I think you were just letting him win, so he'd feel better.  That was sweet."</strong>She leaned over and kissed his cheek then pulled the questionnaire closer.<strong>"Let's crack this!"</strong><br/><br/>They didn't win, but they had a great time.  There was laughing and the occasional flirt and random touches.  The meal was good too even though Elizabeth left most of hers uneaten, presumably to save room for ice cream or to keep her slender figure.  She did offer it to Tristyn to finish, knowing boys were always hungry.<br/><br/>As they left, Elizabeth took his hand instead of his arm.<br/><br/><br/>