"My fault mysistershotfriend, my fault mysistershotfriend," Matt sobbed. "All my freakin fault." Bill mysistershotfriend tried not to make too much of his friends borderline mental meltdown mysistershotfriend, tried to play it cool mysistershotfriend, not notice, as much for his friends sake as for the benefit of the looming bouncer. He gestured for the waitress mysistershotfriend, who quite reasonably mysistershotfriend looked dubiously to com the mysistershotfriend bouncer for some kind of instructions. Serve? Don't serve? Bill threw mysistershotfriend her mysistershotfriend his best mysistershotfriend "we'll be good mysistershotfriend, my friends had a bad day, please please, pretty please" look. She checked the bouncer who frowned thoughtfully, then gave a mysistershotfriend indefinite "go ahead but proceed cautiously" nod. She took their mysistershotfriend order and scurried mysistershotfriend away out of the com danger mysistershotfriend zone.

"Anyway. What mysistershotfriend was your fault?"

"Tina."

"Tina... she's... gone. My fault." Nothing new yet mysistershotfriend. "She , we, it mysistershotfriend was a game for Christ's sake." Bill mysistershotfriend gave Matt a confused look. It was beginning to look like a very long night. "We played mysistershotfriend this ... kinky mysistershotfriend sort of game." Another long pause.

"No it wasn't what I com told her to do, we talked about that stuff before hand, like I mysistershotfriend said mysistershotfriend a game. We set up rules and games mysistershotfriend and mysistershotfriend stuff before so nobody got hurt. Man was she kinky mysistershotfriend. She liked some weird shit mysistershotfriend, but I played along mysistershotfriend. It was a mysistershotfriend real ego booster, pretend or not ya know mysistershotfriend?" Now Matt com mysistershotfriend was rambling and mysistershotfriend Bill could com mysistershotfriend only follow parts mysistershotfriend of it. First he wouldn't mysistershotfriend tell Bill everything and now Bill was finding out mysistershotfriend more than he cared mysistershotfriend to know.

"Look Matt," Bill interrupted, "just com mysistershotfriend the stuff I need com mysistershotfriend to know to help." Matt nodded.

"Yah." Progress.

"Ok. Ok. I mysistershotfriend get it."

"You made her eat the ice cream mysistershotfriend, smeared it on mysistershotfriend her? Was she allergic or something?" Bill was grasping at straws, wondering how the mysistershotfriend Patriots mysistershotfriend were doing, where he was going to take his mysistershotfriend girlfriend mysistershotfriend April in February mysistershotfriend for Valentines day, and in mysistershotfriend general wishing he was mysistershotfriend elsewhere.

Bill was wondering where that damned waitress had went mysistershotfriend. He was wishing he'd ordered something stronger.

Now Bills mysistershotfriend eyes widened. His com mysistershotfriend jaw visibly dropped. His mysistershotfriend stare went kind of distant. Blank like he'd "gone under" himself.

"She mysistershotfriend'll belong to mysistershotfriend the first guy who mysistershotfriend tells her to do something." Matt screamed, no mysistershotfriend longer caring who mysistershotfriend heard. "She'll be his video slave forever. Do you mysistershotfriend get it? Freakin forever mysistershotfriend. Unless mysistershotfriend she just HAPPENS to wanders into mysistershotfriend another ice cream place mysistershotfriend with that mysistershotfriend flavor first. Oh God help me, it's my fault. All my mysistershotfriend fault."

Additional Authors Note mysistershotfriend: To help in the search for Tina an email com mysistershotfriend address is included. If you happen to see Tina please contact Matt Sloven directly at: Mattisreallystupidandwantshisgirlbacksopleasedontkeepherforyourself. incompetent