You don't live with your parents, right?
He chuckles while shaking his head. Not for the last 10 years or so.
Is this your home? Here I am, envious of my modest flat with a partial ocean view, while he is having the high life.
The answer is "yes, but I do have housemates." They're out for the night, however, he immediately adds.
Mary takes me past the garage and into his opulent home. The first space we see is a huge laundry room, complete with enormous machines, racks, cabinets, and even a bench. A shoe rack in the corner is stocked with a selection of men's shoes.
Instead of carrying about a basket of my filthy clothes and a debit card, it would be good to undertake the tedious task of washing in a room like this at home.
My mouth practically drops when I see how much counter space
