why am I terrible? 3-2 or 3-3, we'll see!
[She hasn't forgotten Lyle, not for a moment, but somehow thinking of him is secondary to the way Judith's hands and lips feel on her skin. Inside Anew's head, she's protesting even as her back is gently pushed against the soft sofa; outwardly, she responds just as Judith wishes it. It would be so temptingly easy to forget everything else...]
[Anew has problems saying no, and especially so to this woman who always seems untouchable and perfect. So all she can do is put a hand to Judith's shoulder and look up with pleading eyes, genuine regret.]
I... [that's all she can get out, for now, and her body seems to reject the attempt entirely, arching up to meet another tempting touch.]