Bonnie, you don’t have to put up with this. Ever. If you had a real lightsaber I’d suggest you accidentally give it a swing when he comes out of the bathroom naked. (Note to police: Not that I would actually advocate that kind of thing.)
But, Jeff, think of the kind of prison memoir you could write. A bestseller in the making!
PS. I guess there’s nothing you can do if say hypotehtically you sent a sexy photo or 2 of yourself to someone you were in a long-distance relationship with, then later found out he was actually married the whole time (i.e., douchebag) and now has a neato-keen photo of you in his files – is there?