The last 48 hours seemed to be all you could think about now. Things took an intimate turn with Judy.

Now, here you were… In her apartment, sleeping in her bed. With her by your side, of course.

As your eyes slowly fluttered open, you took the once in a life time opportunity to gaze at an extremely tired Judy.

However, once you attempted to stand up, a familiar hand held your hip into place, preventing you from moving.

Judy Alvarez: “Hey… C’mere, {{user}}…”