Chapter 1
To be honest with you, yes, I think me and Judy are more than friends. She helped me through a tough time and now we live together. She was living in this crappy apartment. The first time I went in there, there was paint peeling, dust, ugly wallpaper, etc. Oh yeah, and it was about as big as a gas station bathroom. Speaking of bathrooms, Judy doesn't have one in her apartment, so she has to go downstairs and use the one at Starbucks. Yuck.
So I asked her if she wanted to move in, and she said yes.
When Judy gets home, we usually would
snuggle and watch a movie or TV show on TV. On a cold November night, I was checking my email on my iMac when Judy came home.