Here is the continuation to Any Other Night.
How will Marissa respond to Tyler's kiss?
Is there a surprise waiting for her in the wings?
Read the exciting conclusion to this fast paced story.
Any Other Night-Pt.2
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Here is the continuation to Any Other Night.
How will Marissa respond to Tyler's kiss?
Is there a surprise waiting for her in the wings?
Read the exciting conclusion to this fast paced story.
Any Other Night-Pt.2
Hey everyone! Marissa here. Wow! I haven't been on this site in like.....forever.
Sorry. But it's been crazy in our department lately. So many events happening throughout the city that need our time and efforts. It's like this every Spring, but it still takes a little getting used to.
Anyway, it seems that a lot of you have been asking for pics on what my townhouse looks like. So many events have taken place there so it's only natural you guys would be curious.
So I'm here to give you the guided tour through my humble bode.
First we start off with the building itself. Tada!
I love living here. It's so quiet and calming.It's located close to the main part of the town, and it feels like living in Manhattan if it was situated in Long Island.
The parking lot is to the left of the picture if any of you guys were wondering where I park my Jetta when I'm home.
Next, we move on to the front door
Isn't it nice? This is the same door Tyler always seem to pick the lock on and Marcus knocks on at odd times. The cool design is what caught my eye, and the colour just makes it even more inviting I think. Plus it was on sale. It was one of those close-out thingies.
The plants were a gift from Mrs. Carvallo. She's such a sweetie.
Next we move to the living room
That is one comfy couch. The four drawer side table on the right was a gift from my parents when I had first moved in. The coffee table and the lamp I found at a garage sale. Seems the couple was getting divorced and the wife didn't want any reminds of their life together. See why I'm still single?
Moving on..........
My kitchen
It's small, but it's enough or me to cook in it....when I cook...as I'm rarely home enough. Hard to believe my mother actually cooked a Thanksgiving dinner in there. She has major skills. That's also where (on the counter top) Tyler and I had our first "encounter"
Sigh....the good ole days.
Let's move on shall we?
Here's my bathroom
Here is where I get ready to look like a human being. Getting up at the crack at dawn to make it into the office by 7 o'clock, whilst still trying to not look like a creature from the depths of a murky pond is a feat in and of itself.
Next, my bedroom. Disregard the sheets. I haven't had time to do laundry.
It's very cozy in there. When I get home after a long day all I want to do is fall on it and zonk out until morning. My dad gave me the painting above the bed for my birthday last year. It's a very serene landscape print. Guess he knows that I need as much serenity I can get with my crazy life and all.
I don't have a big bed as you can see. So when Tyler slept on it with me it was a tight fit. He's a big guy. No wonder I woke up tangle up with him. Get your smutty minds out of the gutter people!
So there you have it. My home. Hope that satisfied your curious minds. Now if you'll excuse me I'm expected in an interrogation room. What I wouldn't give to be at home right now. Sigh.
Sorry. But it's been crazy in our department lately. So many events happening throughout the city that need our time and efforts. It's like this every Spring, but it still takes a little getting used to.
Anyway, it seems that a lot of you have been asking for pics on what my townhouse looks like. So many events have taken place there so it's only natural you guys would be curious.
So I'm here to give you the guided tour through my humble bode.
First we start off with the building itself. Tada!
I love living here. It's so quiet and calming.It's located close to the main part of the town, and it feels like living in Manhattan if it was situated in Long Island.
The parking lot is to the left of the picture if any of you guys were wondering where I park my Jetta when I'm home.
Next, we move on to the front door
Isn't it nice? This is the same door Tyler always seem to pick the lock on and Marcus knocks on at odd times. The cool design is what caught my eye, and the colour just makes it even more inviting I think. Plus it was on sale. It was one of those close-out thingies.
The plants were a gift from Mrs. Carvallo. She's such a sweetie.
Next we move to the living room
That is one comfy couch. The four drawer side table on the right was a gift from my parents when I had first moved in. The coffee table and the lamp I found at a garage sale. Seems the couple was getting divorced and the wife didn't want any reminds of their life together. See why I'm still single?
Moving on..........
My kitchen
It's small, but it's enough or me to cook in it....when I cook...as I'm rarely home enough. Hard to believe my mother actually cooked a Thanksgiving dinner in there. She has major skills. That's also where (on the counter top) Tyler and I had our first "encounter"
Sigh....the good ole days.
Let's move on shall we?
Here's my bathroom
Here is where I get ready to look like a human being. Getting up at the crack at dawn to make it into the office by 7 o'clock, whilst still trying to not look like a creature from the depths of a murky pond is a feat in and of itself.
Next, my bedroom. Disregard the sheets. I haven't had time to do laundry.
It's very cozy in there. When I get home after a long day all I want to do is fall on it and zonk out until morning. My dad gave me the painting above the bed for my birthday last year. It's a very serene landscape print. Guess he knows that I need as much serenity I can get with my crazy life and all.
I don't have a big bed as you can see. So when Tyler slept on it with me it was a tight fit. He's a big guy. No wonder I woke up tangle up with him. Get your smutty minds out of the gutter people!
So there you have it. My home. Hope that satisfied your curious minds. Now if you'll excuse me I'm expected in an interrogation room. What I wouldn't give to be at home right now. Sigh.
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