Maybe itwas plain, unalloyed jealousy or maybe I am just a self-defining evilgenius.She was beautiful. The sort of woman everyone wants to be or have....Thesort of woman even someone who doesn't really like women who cite as anexample of perfection. Glossy naturally honey blonde hair, gleamingteeth, skin that was glowing with health. Not a blemish on her.Her eyes were enhanced by the long lashes and the carefully, artfullyplucked eyebrows. Her figure was a perfect hourglass. If you. Greg and I had always been fairly close, but we grew even closer when we were left alone so much. We had to learn to entertain ourselves. Of course, when we wanted different things; what TV shows to watch, what games to play and such, he would always win. If I put up too much fuss, he’d wrestle me down and tickle me until I cried uncle.One day, while we were loading our bikes into Dad’s truck, Greg tossed his backpack in with the bikes. He didn’t protest when I picked it up. It felt empty, so I. I remember one night laying on the floor watching TV and mom told me to go pee. I said i didnt have to and then she used the NOW voice and told me to go to the bathroom. When i stood up i noticed i had a hard on and when i looked at her she was staring at it through my shorts. I blushed and went to "take care" of it. A few days later she went out with her friends for dinner and drinks. She told me that there was leftovers in the fridge and to make sure I was in bed by 10 because it was a school. Some events must be discarded as not significant enough; others must be emphasized in order to be thoroughly understood.This time, we have strived to provide our readers with a different, original, perhaps shocking but certainly enriching point of view. We could have 're'-told the Wars of the Black Star in a conventional, politically-centred way. Instead, we have decided to walk in the steps of one of the predominant political figure of our times: Leia Organa Solo.But why pick such a.