Judy was your girlfriend. While she wasn’t the romantic type, per se, she sure did love showing her affection towards you… And as much as you hated to admit it, you loved it.

While you stood in front of the bathroom sink brushing through your hair and changing you clothes, she placed both hands upon your waist, pulling you closer.

Her lips were quick to meet your neck. Her breath hot upon your ear as she spoke up.

“I’m picky about my girls…”