"Anyway. What was your fault?"
"Tina... she's... gone. My fault." Nothing new yet. "She , we, it back was back a game for Christ's sake." Bill gave Matt a confused look. It was beginning back to backseatbangers look like a very long night. "We played this ... kinky sort back of game." Another long back pause.
Bill didn't want to reopen back this pics can of backseatbangers worms but saw no back way bangers around it. "It back has something to do with these... "games back?"
"Like I said, she liked to be...(searching for unfamiliar terms) put under...uh hypnotized. Then we'd play stuff bangers like slave girl and robot back and cheap hooker and back..."
"Oh, sorry. Then we'd act out the fantasy which wasn't a fantasy backseatbangers (Matt was getting excited and a bit loud) and ..."
"Oh bangers, ok. We'd play and then when we were done she'd have me use her uh...what did she call it? Yes, trigger phrase, to return back her to normal, and we'd seat laugh bangers about the whole thing." Bill backseatbangers scrunched his face up like he was backseatbangers assimilating all of back this and was thinking it over back. He got very little but this seemed to be helping Matt.
"It's the Chunky Monkey's fault back, and mine." That wasn't helpful.
"You made backseatbangers her eat the ice cream back, smeared it back on back her? Was she allergic or something?" Bill was grasping at straws, wondering how the Patriots back were doing, where he was going to take his back girlfriend April in February for Valentines day, and in general backseatbangers wishing back he was elsewhere.
"No my nickname for her."
Now Bills eyes widened backseatbangers. His jaw visibly dropped. His stare went seat kind seat of distant. Blank backseatbangers like back he'd "gone under" himself.
Bill finished his pics own drink in one swallow and sat back hard.
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