Chapter 10 – Nuclear:

Author's Note:

As some of you may have noticed… the rating for this story has finally been bumped. I'll let you all make of that what you will. In any case… this is a relatively short chapter in comparison to the last ones… it only encompasses Wolfgang and Judy's honeymoon in Paris. Please, enjoy!

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Judy licked her lips slowly as she and Wolfgang sat down on the private jet. It certainly was luxurious, with nice leather seats, a television, and even a table between the married couple. The engines of the jet roared, and the plane began to move.

"And so… Judy Fritz is now wed to her handsome husband," she said, looking up at Wolfgang who sat across from her, the table between them.

"And so too is Wolfgang Fritz, who has been bound to his lovely wife," he grinned as the jet made it into the air and began their long flight to Paris.

"We're married... a few days ago, I would have attached swear words to that statement," she explained, letting out a defeated sigh. She couldn't believe it… but she couldn't bring herself to hate this anymore. Not after all she had been though.

"And I don't blame you for that," he said softly. "It's a few hour's flight."

"A few hours during which we can talk," she said, putting her paws on the table, folding them.

He gulped, "What do we have to say?" He… he still wasn't sure what was going to happen. I don't even know if… his mind trailed off as he too placed his paws onto the table, folding them as he did.

"Well… we're husband and wife now... let's talk about how we'll make this work," she gave him a smile. "Now that I know… you love me."

"All right..." he trailed off, unsure of where she was going with this. He had already told her multiple times how he planned on treating her and what she would be allowed to do. Has that changed now that I realize I love her? he wondered.

"Well... so far, all I know is that you'll let me leave the house every day to do as I wish… so long as I return to you at the end of the day. I'll be faithful to you Wolfgang... I can promise you that because... well... you've treated me well," she shrugged.

"And, although I doubt I have to say this, but I shall be faithful to you as well, as I will be here for you at the end of each day," he said, managing a small smile.

"That's good…" she sighed, leaning back in her chair. The two of them lapsed into silence once again, only the drone of the engines surrounding them. Judy wasn't even sure where she was going with this… she already knew what he was going to let her do.

He allowed the silence to drag for nearly ten minutes before he asked, out of the blue, "What did Janja have to say?"

"Oh... the hyena?" she asked, looking back up at him. He nodded in response. "Well... he basically told me that becoming your wife was fate... and that I couldn't escape fate so... I should make the best of it," she replied.

He rolled his eyes so hard she could almost hear them. "Of course he'd say that. He's been trying to convince me of the existence of fate for years now," he sighed. "Do you believe him?"

"No."

"Well I don't either. Fate seems to be for fools who believe they have no control over their lives. I want to have control, and it's only logical you do as well," he said. "We've been debating this topic for years. I've never yielded and neither has he."

"And I don't think either of you will. It's not one of those things that can be proven," she sighed.

"Most likely," he sighed. "He's always so adamant about it, though… and he always starts arguing during our fencing bouts. Do you know how hard it is to fight and talk at the same time? It's not as easy as it looks in movies."

"Everything is different in the movies," she grinned. "I don't think you can jump through glass windows and be perfectly all right."

"Nah, ya gotta shoot it first," he said with a grin.

"What if we drove our cars through it?" she asked, making a gesture with her paws as if she was driving a car.

"That works too," he chuckled. "I've jumped through glass once, but I've never driven a car through glass before."

"When did you jump… actually, I might not want to know," she smirked.

He shrugged in response, "There's not much of a story there, but yeah... I don't think you want to know." She only shrugged and giggled, she almost did want to know. He laid back letting out a sigh... they still had a few hours to go.

"Where do you want to go first?" Wolfgang asked, trying to keep her awake over the course of the flight.

"Hmm… there are so many choices," she mumbled, trying to think about what there was to see in Paris. "Oh, there's a bridge over the Seine called the Pont Des Arts… it's supposed to be romantic," she sighed, leaning back in her seat.

"Your wish is my command," he chuckled, pulling out his phone. He knew roughly where the plane would be landing, and he managed to find a map with directions from the landing strip to the bridge she had mentioned. He hesitated, but mumbled, "I'll also book us a hotel for the night."

She didn't hear his response, she was already asleep. He shook his head at her sleeping form, she was so beautiful. He let out a sigh and pocketed his phone, sleep not coming easily to him. He stared at her sleeping form, alone with his thoughts at last.

I… I can't… I can't do this, he clenched his jaws together. His weakness… his one weakness. He had thought, he had hoped, that it would have just been as simple as take someone, force them to marry me, then I win. But it wasn't… nothing was ever that simple.

He was reluctant to tell her that… loosing gracefully meant, if she so wished, letting her go. No matter what he felt about her… if she chose not to help him… he would let her go. He began to panic more and more the closer the jet got to Paris. Not just because of the prospect of losing the throne forever, though that was a daunting reality that was quickly setting in, but the fact that no matter which choice Judy made, neither were preferable to him.

The plane landed so smoothly that Judy wasn't woken immediately, but Wolfgang was still wide awake. He blinked a few times as he realized that they were here. With a soft sigh, he leaned across the table, and touched her shoulder gently, saying, "My dear Mrs. Fritz... we're here."

Judy opened her eyes slowly and yawned. "Are... are we here?" she asked as she stretched out her legs.

"Indeed, we are," he said with a smile. "Are you ready to see Paris?"

"The famed city of love? Oh yes... with you, anyways," she said, getting up from her seat. The two of them exited the jet, stepping onto the landing pad. They would spend a single night here, and the next morning as well, before they would head back to Zootopia.

"Have you been before? I have... though that's another story you may not wish to hear," he sighed.

"I've never been in the city of love before," she admitted with a shrug. She wasn't sure what was compelling her to continue to refer to the city as the city of love and not just Paris.

"Well I haven't exactly seen much of the city. My visit was mostly contained to the… seedy underbelly of the city," he explained with a small smirk.

"The good parts are the parts we want to see," she said. The duo made their way away from the landing strip, past the airport, and into the famed city of love. Wolfgang once again pulled out his phone and led them towards the Pont Des Arts.

Unsurprisingly, they were not the only couple on the bridge… though none of the pairings present were as odd as a rabbit and a wolf. Judy couldn't help but chuckle nervously, she had never been in public with Wolfgang before. "Let's hope we don't draw too many stares…" she said as they leaned over the side of the bridge to look over at the water.

The newlyweds drew a few stares, though the other couples mostly minded their own business. This was Paris, the city of love… and love had no limits between species. Wolfgang lifted her slightly so she could have a better look over the bridge. The sun was setting in the background, casting fire onto the waters below.

She couldn't help but giggle a bit, the extreme height difference between the two of them was almost comical. She wondered what they looked like from an outside observer, but she didn't dwell on that thought. There were more important things to think about.

She let out a content sigh as she sat on the rails of the bridge, turning to face Wolfgang. "Is it everything you hoped it would be and more?" he asked, a smile stretching across his face.

Judy paused, she didn't want to answer that. At least not yet. "So... you love me Wolfgang," she said, changing the subject. She still had a choice to make… and she still had no idea what she was going to do.

"I... can no longer deny it as truth... as fact. I do indeed love you, Mrs. Fritz," he continued to smile.

"Did it ever cross your mind that something like this would happen?" she asked, swinging her legs back and forth as she sat on the railing of the bridge. "That you could fall in love with a bunny… or fall for me when your henchmen tossed me onto your table?"

"When I was young, arrogance blinded me to the world, thus I sought isolation from what I thought to be danger..." he started after a brief pause. "I had never once thought of love, relationships... or any other animal as any more than what they were. I was raised not to feel such things... I did not love my mother, nor my father, nor my brother... not even my sister before she lost it. So... I had never considered a rabbit as a partner... nor even you when you came tumbling onto my table. It was just... good business at that time."

"But we talked and I grew to enjoy your company, and it became clear to me that I could live with this... I could live with you and be happy," he said slowly. "But then I started to feel this... spark in my chest. It had told me there was more here, and I guess I first started thinking about it that second day when you brought it up... when the small blip was born. And... the wedding... just ignited it. And now..." he didn't finish, though he did let out a deep sigh.

"So, I guess you'd love to spend the rest of your life with me," she said warmly. Wolfgang's confession… made her feel a little guilty, to be honest. In more ways than one. Him falling in love with her was her fault… not his. If she hadn't tried to seduce him on that second day… that spark would never have been born… and then…

"I... have never been more sure that I was wrong before. I... love you, Judy, of course I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he all but whispered. "But... I understand your apprehension... more than you can possibly imagine."

"Well, at least you care about me Wolfgang. That's where the best relationships start," she explained, smile still present on her face.

He returned the smile, though there was a hint of fear in his amber eyes. Something she couldn't quite identify. "I do care about you, my dearest Judy... I do care about you," he said softly.

She sighed again, but not a happy sigh. "What's bothering you?" she finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

He clenched his jaws and through gritted teeth, he replied, "I'm... I... I don't know." That was a lie. He did know… he did very much know what was wrong.

"You can tell your own wife... just have a stab at it," she coaxed.

"I'm just worried that you'll think me a monster... more of a monster than you already do, I should say," he admitted, before taking a deep breath. "For some reason... that matters to me now..."

"Well... whatever you've done previously... you don't have to be a monster. You seem to me that you've got the potential to do good things... you could do good... for me," she said.

"You have more power now over me than you can possibly imagine… but I wasn't talking about that," he sighed. "Do you know why I was adamant that I would never force you into... well... it?"

Judy raised her eyebrows. "Oh... you're opening up to me... well, sure, you should tell your wife about yourself, I'll understand," she said, a little bit surprised. She knew that he still had secrets from her, and she knew Miss Hyena had suggested that she try and pry them out of him, but she hadn't thought he would divulge them willingly.

"It's not because of you... it's significantly more selfish than that, I'm afraid," he sighed. He paused to lick his lips and take a deep breath. God… this is harder than I thought, he growled internally. "I need you to understand something. The throne is… it means so much to me, I cannot allow my brother to take it. I cannot allow anyone to take it, and I am willing to fight tooth and claw to protect my inheritance. It's the only reason I took you, Judy… violating my own principles, that's how much the throne means to me."

"O-oh…" she said slowly. In truth, she knew that already, she was unsure of why he was telling this to her again.

"I want it so badly that… although I… we… need to… finalize the marriage… I would take it from you. By force… if…" he trailed off. She leaned closer to him, desperate to hear what came next as he swallowed audibly. Her eyes widened as a tremor passed through his body and his legs began to quiver beneath him.

"If I wasn't absolutely petrified of sex. It's… fear… not morality, not kindness, not understanding of your situation. That's why I'm so hesitant, despite knowing that this is my only chance to get the throne… it's why I'm willing to throw it all away," he sighed. "Because of the one fear I could never conquer."

Her eyes widened in surprise when she heard his words. Although she was a bit put-off by his brutal honesty towards what he would do if that fear was absent, she had to admit that she felt a great wealth of pity for him. Coitophobia, she had no idea.

She reached out and grabbed one of his paws, holding it tight between her own two little paws. "Where did this fear come from?" she asked solemnly, looking up into his eyes.

"I don't know… it's something I don't understand... when I was eighteen my mother forced a concubine to see me, in hopes that she might loosen me up a bit... prepare me more for the real world," he admitted. "But I felt that fear grip me for the first time... I panicked... and I shot the she-wolf through the skull. She didn't do anything wrong... I was just... terrified, and I still don't know why."

"Oh..." she sighed. She figured the less she knew about his past, the easier this whole thing would be. But she had to be understanding... she was his wife after all. And… she was still unsure of what she wanted to do. "Well... you know, we can rid you of that fear. Together," she said, squeezing his paw. It was a silent plea for him to convince her that she needed to do this.

"I won't force you to do anything... my dearest Judy," he ground his teeth together. "This is something that I cannot force you to do... you must make the decision to force me. If not..." he hesitated. He really didn't want to reveal this to her… but he would not lie to her.

"And I do not take the throne... and my brother does... you can... go... free..." he said, tears leaking from his eyes. He finally couldn't hold it back. His legs were shaking, whether from anger or fear, she wasn't sure. "There'd be no point then..." he whispered, though he didn't truly believe it. "I would have to leave Zootopia... and run far away... and you might have to leave too. Tell me that the throne is worth it... my dearest... tell me it's worth facing this fear."

"And if I say yes? Will that conquer your fear?" she asked softly, giving a small smile in hopes of reassuring him.

"I don't know," he whispered finally looking down at her. "If you chose to say yes... you'll truly have to help me... I may... just break." He was hesitant to admit it, but it was true... he very well could just shatter into a million pieces, never to recover. Then it would be the same as putting his sister on the throne... which would be bad for everyone.

"How about we go to a hotel for the night?" she asked, deciding to switch to something more lighthearted. "It is getting late." The sun had long since dipped below the Seine, darkness now the only thing reflected in the waters.

"Indeed... if that is what you wish," he said so softly she could barely hear him.

"Carry me there?" she gave him a wide grin, still trying to raise his spirits. He finally returned her smile. This was the part he enjoyed. He lifted her into his arms, ignoring the odd looks they received, and began to carry her towards the hotel he had booked a room in. He allowed the thoughts of what might very well happen vanish to the back of his mind, concentrating instead on her joyous expression as he carried her all the way to the hotel.

They checked in for the night and, her still in his arms, made their way towards their room. They entered the room, one large bed for the both of them looming against the back wall. Wolfgang set her down on the bed and she immediately said, "Now… I think you should go wash up."

He gave her a confused look, but did as she told, walking into the bathroom, and shutting the door behind him. The room was lavish, the best room in the entire hotel, and the bathroom reflected that. He stripped off his suit jacket, tossing it aside, and leaned over the sink, splashing water into his face. He still had no idea what was going to happen... but he would accept it, no matter what.

Judy looked at the shut door, swallowing hard. Honestly, she had decided that she was going to do it on the bridge. Considering the difference in species, she was sure it was going to hurt but… she was sure she could take it. Given that everything hung in the balance, she had no other choice but to take it.

She would do this for Zootopia. She would do this for Wolfgang, to help him get through his fear. She would do this for Nick, to confront the suddenly, very real fear that sometime in the future… she could lose her affection she held for him. In exchange for the affection she would hold for another.

With deep, hesitant, breaths, she took her wedding dress off, setting it aside gently on one of the couches in the room. She continued to strip, removing her undergarments until she was like rabbits were supposed to be. Like all animals had been those many years ago. She sat on the bed, blushing as red as a tomato, and stared at the door, waiting for him to open it.

He paused at the door, hesitating in turning the knob. Can I do this? he thought to himself, unable to suppress the shiver that passed down his spine. Slowly, ever so slowly, he turned the knob and opened the door, still mostly fully dressed, to see Judy lying on the bed, bare as the day she was born.

Oh, he thought to himself as her scent reached his nose and his jaws clenched tightly. He stepped forward on shaky legs, fear racing through his body, no matter how hard that fire tried to fight it... the fear was dousing the flames. Don't panic... don't panic, he tried to repeat to himself as he made it to the edge of the bed, but his mind was quickly becoming blank.

"H-hey, Wolfgang," she said, raising her ears as she blushed madly. She could see it… he wasn't lying. Fear was taking ahold of him, gripping him to his very core. This… this isn't going to be easy, she realized as he had yet to answer her.

"H-h-hey..." he mumbled, finally managing to find his tongue. A light tinge had started to rise to his ears, though it was mostly overshadowed by the trembles that passed through his entire body.

She stood on the bed and walked up to him as he stared at her with wide... fearful eyes. "Listen Wolfgang... you have to do this. You remember the spark you told me about? Let that overcome your shivering... let your fire warm you… let me and you light a fire warmer than the sun itself... it's not hard Wolfgang..." she whispered, setting a paw on his chest.

The moment her paw made contact with him, though it was through a layer of fabric, he could feel the fires again. Although it fought valiantly against the fear, it was not quite enough. His legs still shook and there was still fear in his eyes, but he had regained his tongue, allowing him to say, "My dearest... Judy..." He gave her a nervous smile as he tried harder to reign his fear in.

It's just in your mind, it's just in your mind, it's just in your mind, was now becoming an effective mantra as he fought back. The red further rose to his ears and cheeks as he realized where he was, and what was happening to him, further stoking the flames to help fight the fear.

Judy smiled, even standing on the bed she still wasn't quite tall enough. "Lean down," she commanded quietly. Wolfgang slowly complied, and before he could say anything, she leaned into him, and kissed him, even more fully than she had at the wedding.

In that moment, the blaze went nuclear, pumping out more power and energy than he could even comprehend, banishing the fear to the very back of his mind. But he knew, still in that dark corner, that he still had his clothes on... this would be an uphill battle for both of them. But he let the heat wash over him as he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her ever closer to him.

They embraced each other, as tightly as they could manage with him still standing, continuing their lip lock, both feeling intense warmth running through their bodies. Judy had her eyes closed as they kept their lips pressed together. Strangely enough… she didn't want to stop. Not in that moment. She would deal with regrets later. Right now... she loved it.

There was a small spike of fear, and the smallest twinge of pain, as he felt her practically drag him onto the bed. He landed on his back and she immediately pounced onto his chest. She tore at his shirt and he, as calmly as he could with his shaking fingers, assisted her in removing it. Medical gauze was still wrapped around his torso, but that wasn't the point. It was yet another barrier removed between them.

She kissed him again as he tossed his shirt aside before they broke apart, both breathing deeply. He clenched his jaws together when he saw her gazing down at him from her position on his chest. Her eyes had glazed over with a lustful haze. She wanted this even more than he did.

He could do nothing to stop her from shimmying down his body and reaching for his belt, planting herself between his legs. He gulped audibly as she undid his belt and slipped it off from around his waist. She tossed it away, the leather strip landing with a dull sound as it hit the carpeted floor.

He couldn't help the tremor that passed through his entire body as she slowly pulled his pants from his body, taking his undergarments with them. Now he was just as bare as she was. He gulped again and backed up quickly, nearly hitting his head on the headboard as he tried to get away.

She gave him a confused look, before she shook her head. "Calm down, Wolfgang… I'm not going to hurt you… this won't hurt you…" she said, as if speaking to a child. Making this all the weirder. And yet… she couldn't stop herself from inching closer to him once again, crawling on all fours towards him.

He continued to stare at her, his eyes wide and his breaths came slowly and deliberately as he tried his hardest not to hyperventilate. "What are you-" he began to ask, but she cut him off by putting a finger to her lips.

"Shh… shh… don't worry about it," she shushed him. His eyes widened when she grasped the base of his partially-erect member, before running her paw along the length, earning a hiss from him.

He watched, unable and unwilling to do anything to stop her as she stroked him, the war still raging in his mind. But the fire was starting to win, pushing the fear back for good. Maybe… annihilating it completely. But he was so absorbed with his internal struggle that he nearly missed her licking him tentatively.

He let out a gasp as she ran her tongue along his length, before placing a chaste kiss at the tip, then starting over from the bottom… as if it was a lollypop. His jaws clenched tightly as she did this several times. Pushing the fear away, he grabbed ahold of the headboard, claws scoring across the wood as he tried not to buck, which would hit her in the face and knock her away from him. And he definitely didn't want that.

She giggled as he finally seemed to relax, the blaze seemingly winning. She continued to lick him, a new concern gracing her mind. He was huge, especially compared to her. She didn't want it to hurt like hell… which meant he had to be well-lubricated. Smirking to herself as she started at the base once again, trailing her tongue across his member, this time, instead of a kiss at the tip, she tried something different.

She placed the entire head into her mouth, causing him to release another gasp, though this one seemed to be more of pleasure, rather than surprise. She couldn't help but chuckle, the vibrations causing him to nearly thrust into her throat. She bobbed her head back and forth, sticking with just the tip, as he gripped the headboard even harder as he fought the temptation to just impale her. That would come later.

Her ears dropped behind her head as she found a rhythm that worked well, relaxing her throat muscles as to take in more of him. She could feel the heat pouring into her loins as she realized the very thing that was in her mouth at the moment would soon be much lower… she could hardly wait.

She continued to take in more of him, neither of them quite realizing how much of his length had vanished into her maw when he let out a loud groan and thrusted once into her. Her eyes watered quickly as she coughed loudly, she had taken nearly half of him before he plunged the rest of his manhood into her throat, his knot hitting her small nose.

Concern immediately flashed across his eyes as she pulled away from him, coughing loudly. "Judy!" he called out, worried that he had hurt her. He would never forgive himself if he hurt her. Nothing was worth hurting her.

She coughed a few times before turning to smirk at him, wiping away a strand of saliva that had begun to drip from the side of her mouth. "I'm fine," she grinned, though she was thankful for the concern. "It's time for the main event."

He nodded slowly, reality crashing down onto him once again. The fear of him hurting her had managed to slow the fire's onslaught, and the fear once again gripped his mind. But, as he watched her lay back on the bed, spreading herself for him, he couldn't stop himself from crawling on top of her, looking down at her as she smiled up at him.

"I'm… I'm not sure about this…" he stuttered, the fear's last chance at stopping this.

Judy frowned as she heard those words. After everything she had already done for him… he was still afraid? "Well... Wolfgang, listen to me. You can't let fear rule you... innocent lives need you to conquer that fear," she commanded. She couldn't have him backing out now! Not when she wanted it more than he did.

When her words only seemed to make his shaking worse, she sighed, "Wolfgang... I need you to conquer that fear. Do it for me... the one you love." She drew him back in, desperately needing him to do this, their lips meeting once again.

And that fire consumed him once more, fear vanishing just long enough for him to throw himself over the edge. And by the time his manhood began to sink into her, it was too late for the fear to do anything about it. She let out a scream mixed with pleasure and pain as he slowly entered her. She grasped at his chest fur, just above the medical gauze, as he halted and looked down at her, concern still dancing in his eyes.

"Don't you dare stop!" she cried out. He blinked, but nodded to himself, continuing to press himself further into her. He went purposely slow, unwilling to hurt her, and yet, as the feeling of being filled and stretched spread throughout her body, she couldn't help but buck her hips, desperate to take more of him. He, unable to make any comment towards her desperation, continued to press onwards at his slow pace, despite her bucking hips, until he hit something within her, that caused her to let loose another scream, though this one significantly more filled with pleasure than pain.

Realizing that she was at her limit with what she could take, he began to pull out, slowly. In all, she had managed to take just over half of him, impressive, considering their size difference. She groaned at the sudden feeling of emptiness, before he began his plunge once again, pace still tauntingly slow. Growling to herself, she attempted to demand he go faster, but found that she could not find her tongue.

He looked down at her as he pulled out again to see her making odd gestures with her paws. Fearing the worse, he paused at her entrance and asked, "What's wrong?"

She glared at him as she worked to find her tongue, eventually managing to say, "I need you to go faster!" He nodded, though still concerned about her wellbeing, and attempted to increase his pace, just a little faster than before. "When I said faster, I meant faster, not slower!" she managed to groan.

His eye twitched, but he did as she requested, burying himself in her in one, fast stroke, causing her to cry out again. Noting that the scream was entirely in pleasure, he continued at that pace, pulling out and plunging back in before she could barely even take a breath. All she could do was hold onto his fur as he set that reckless pace, doing her best to let her hips meet his with each thrust.

His ragged breaths came out in mere pants as he felt her walls constricting around him. Realizing what this meant, though he could barely think over her screaming and moaning, he attempted to increase his speed again, now just as desperate for a release as she was. That fire was quickly consuming more and more of him as he fed it more tinder.

Her fire had nearly consumed her entirety, no longer could she even attempt to meet his hips with her own, nor even grasp his fur, as she lied against the bed, her back arched in one last desperate attempt to allow him to go deeper. She could feel her explosion just around the corner, she just needed a little bit more.

And that little bit came when he hit her core harder from his increased speed. She let out another scream and tried to wrap her legs around his waist, to lock him in place, but she was unable to get her legs completely around his waist, nor was she able to lock him in place as he kept thrusting in and out of her. He was unable to stop and look down at her, but he did notice the change in pitch of her scream and he could feel her walls clench even tighter in her explosion.

Realizing he couldn't hold out much longer either, he continued to thrust into her, even as she lied back, flat on the bed, completely spent. She attempted to giggle when he lifted his head and howled in his own explosion, though she could only manage a breathless chuckle. A small groan tore from her throat as she felt him leave her completely and he too lied flat on the bed, panting just as heavily as she was. It was then the thought dawned on both of them. Their marriage was sealed.

He had won.

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Hopefully I gave you all enough warning. If you would like me to warn you in future author's notes about the lemon in the chapter, all you have to do is ask, and I shall do so. If you'd rather have it be a surprise, I won't say anything of the sort in future author's notes.

As for the lemon itself… uh… how'd I do? I mean I've written one of these things before (and there's going to be a few more in this story), but I won't even pretend to know what I'm doing. In any case… what does this mean? Is Judy complacent now? I mean… she seemed pretty into it and all… or will something happen to tear them apart again? Stay tuned until next time to find out!