Messy Marriage
When I think about it, I realize that what's happened to me is really my fault. I married Vanna just over a year ago. She made a gorgeous bride. Only five-foot-four, she boasted sexy curves, reddish-blond hair that fell to her shoulders, and a soft, full-lipped face. I, on the other hand, was an unimpressive groom. At only an inch taller than her, with my slim build and limp brown hair, I'm nobody's idea of a stud. Even so, she loved me and was great in bed. Vanna even put up with my undersized...