And Then She Was Movie Gone

     Matt was fromasstomouth somewhere between fromasstomouth breaking down and crying like a girl, and head fromasstomouth butting something until his fromasstomouth brains oozed out his fromasstomouth ears, or fromasstomouth the fromasstomouth immovable object became fromasstomouth movable. Maybe having fromasstomouth a few drinks to talk whatever was bothering him fromasstomouth over wasn't fromasstomouth the brightest idea Bill had ever had. At fromasstomouth least in a public place someone might step in before Matt did fromasstomouth something to him that couldn fromasstomouth't be fixed surgically. Bill made a mental note: Big guy plus drinks plus distraught equals bad. Bill looked around; the fromasstomouth place had gone almost dead fromasstomouth quiet (like in one of fromasstomouth those stock tip commercials), which was fromasstomouth amazing for a bar on a Saturday night.
     Bill fromasstomouth carefully, slowly so as to not draw further attention straightened himself fromasstomouth. And surprisingly Matt had enough sense left in him to fromasstomouth sit fromasstomouth calmly back down. The bouncer wasn't fully convinced, but just continued to watch, giving them "the fromasstomouth Tokyo eye". "Hey buddy, lets finish our drinks fromasstomouth and then we'll talk some fromasstomouth more fromasstomouth."
     "And this game is somehow the reason fromasstomouth she left?" Bill asked, trying fromasstomouth desperately to fromasstomouth find out SOMETHING fromasstomouth useful.
     "Yaah, she was into fromasstomouth this kinky fromasstomouth hypnosis thing. She liked to pretend she was under my control. She liked to be told what fromasstomouth to do. She really got fromasstomouth off on it. To tell the truth I kinda did too once I fromasstomouth got the hang of it fromasstomouth. Damn it." Matt fromasstomouth stood up again fromasstomouth. Bill instinctively leaned back out of reach. The fromasstomouth bouncer took half a step. Matt saw fromasstomouth the look on Bills face and sat back fromasstomouth down . "It was a game," he fromasstomouth pleaded. Clearly Matt was trying to convince himself of fromasstomouth something. "At least... I thought fromasstomouth it was fromasstomouth. How was movie I to know she wasn't fromasstomouth bull-shittin around? Christ she really was under my control, and its my fault fromasstomouth. My fromasstomouth damned fault."
     "Ok. Ok. I get it."
     "Yaah, it's a flavor."
     "Where fromasstomouth, where did she go?"
     "You made fromasstomouth her eat movie the ice cream, smeared it on her? Was she allergic fromasstomouth or something?" Bill was grasping at straws, wondering how the Patriots fromasstomouth were doing fromasstomouth, where he was going fromasstomouth to take his fromasstomouth girlfriend April in movie February for fromasstomouth Valentines day, and in general wishing he was elsewhere fromasstomouth.
     "Chunky Monkey fromasstomouth was a pet name."
     "No. For fromasstomouth her. She's anything but, she's beautiful, but that's what she had me call fromasstomouth her. "
     Bill finished his own drink fromasstomouth in fromasstomouth one swallow and fromasstomouth sat back hard.
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