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lonelyintexas
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I will admit that I have a bit of a weight problem, and I love star wars more then life itself, so I often fantasize that my wife is Princess Leah and I am Jabba... I even do the grumbling voice thing... and she is so not into it like she used to be. I used to sit at the head of the bed, wrap some yarn around her neck, and pull her to me. Nowadays she is never home early enough to get romantic, she is always working late now. When she does get home I am reading some comics and ready for bed, not that she wants to calibrate the light saber anyways. I need some help here, it is like she is frozen in carbonite... like an ice queen!