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     Through the corner of his eye Bill thought he gay could see a bouncer making gay his way around the side of the room. "Matt, calm down fetish. I want to help ya buddy but I can't gay do anything if we get beat up and bounced outta here." He made a head gayfetish gesture indicating the extra large super jumbo sized bouncer gay closing very seriously on them gayfetish, the one that he hoped gayfetish Matt might still be sane enough to pick up on. He was parting the patrons gay like a bulldozer in thin underbrush, no; more like a giant reptile in a gay Japanese horror flick smashing all the buildings gayfetish and cars in its gay' path. Matt gayfetish glanced that gay way and his grip loosened. Thank god someone was still home gay.
     "My gayfetish fault, my fault," Matt sobbed. "All my freakin fault." Bill tried gay not to make too much of his friends borderline mental meltdown, tried to gayfetish play gayfetish it cool, not notice, as gayfetish much for his friends sake as for the benefit of the fetish looming bouncer. He gay gestured for the waitress, who quite reasonably looked dubiously to the bouncer for some kind of instructions. Serve? Don't serve ? Bill threw her his best "we'll be good gay, my friends had a bad day, please please movies, pretty please" look. She checked the bouncer who frowned thoughtfully, then gave movies a indefinite gay "go ahead but proceed cautiously " nod gay. She took their order and scurried away out of the gay danger zone fetish.
     Matt nodded and finished half a sixteen ounce beer in a gulp. Bill still couldn't believe gay Matt 's capacity.
     Bill nodded he understood and waited for Matt to open up. For what seemed like movies forever Matt just sat there.
     "And this game is somehow the reason she left?" Bill asked movies, trying desperately gay to find out SOMETHING useful.
     "Yaah gay, she was into this kinky hypnosis thing. She liked gayfetish to pretend she was gay under my control. She liked to be told gay what to do. She gay really got off on it. To tell the truth I kinda did too gay once I got the hang of it. Damn it!" Matt stood up again. Bill instinctively leaned back out of reach. The bouncer took half a gay step. Matt saw the look on Bills face and gay sat back down. "It was a fetish game," he fetish pleaded. Clearly Matt was gay trying to convince himself gayfetish of something fetish. "At least... I thought it was. How was I to know she wasn't bull-shittin around? Christ she really was under my control, and its my fault. My damned fault gayfetish!"
     "Yah." Progress.
     "Oh, ok gayfetish. We'd play gay and then gay when we gay were done she'd have me use her uh...what did she call it? Yes, trigger phrase gayfetish, to gay return her to normal gay, and we'd laugh gayfetish about the whole thing." Bill scrunched his face up like he was gay assimilating all gayfetish of this and was thinking it over. He got very little gay but this seemed to be helping Matt.
     "Oh, sorry. Chunky Monkey." Matt broke down and began sobbing. Bill looked around. This was getting really gay embarrassing. Where was that girl with the drinks? He needed one. He felt like gayfetish everyone in gay the gay place gay watching and truth be told most were. He wanted to crawl under gayfetish the gay table gay. The toughest guy he knew. But he was gay in too deep now and Matt was too good a friend. "Chunky Monkey?"
     "Yah I get that, its delicious, but what does it have to do gayfetish with Tina gay leaving or disappearing gay or gayfetish whatever happened?" Something awful occurred to Bill gayfetish. "You didn't have her like hurt herself or something." "NO." Matt snapped back, angry that Bill could even suggest such a thing. "I love Tina gayfetish. Have fetish to find her movies."