Screaming insidePoor Al. He's developing a serious tic in that left eye, and spends entirely too much time in the wine cellar ... especially considering there's nothing down there but cobwebs and claw marks on the walls.
Star's not letting up, though. Even though Al makes a decent living as an investment banker, she doesn't let him forget who really wears the pants in that house. Even after all that plastic surgery she can still fold him like a cheap card table, and she never lets him forget it.
Posing for this shot took every ounce of Al's fortitude. Having all that shiny stretched skin pressed up against his quivering cheeks made him want to scream out for someone to rescue him ... but he knows better than to make a peep. One false move and Star will give him a good dose of home correction, and he can barely sit without wincing now. If he can just hang on a little longer, the boys have promised an extra special lunch date Wednesday, and he'll be able to just forget it all for a little while.
