More importantly, she had a high paying job in which nothing seemed to ever go wrong! She had her own apartment on the Upper East Side, and shit…she had a nice car too. Nothing ‘high performance’ or anything, but an adorable little powder blue car she loved taking with her when she hit the streets and hung out with friends. To make matters better? The woman was reminded of a movie called Mean Girls…falling into the category of ‘hot’ without even trying, with her pouty lips just a few shades darker than her naturally tan skin, and supple but perky breasts over a slender and well-built figure. You know the kind, with all the right curves? Heck, she even thought her size seven feet were adorable too, with the index toe on each a little longer than her big toe. Everything about Marissa’s life seemed like it should have been a girl’s dream come true…she even had long flowing locks of curly auburn hair to match soft brown eyes. So what was the problem?
