 Matt was somewhere between breaking down and crying like a petite girl, and head butting something until his brains petite oozed out his ears, or the petite immovable petiteteen object became petite movable. Maybe having a few drinks to talk whatever was bothering him over wasn't the petite brightest idea Bill had ever had. At least in a public place someone might petite step in before Matt did something to him that petite size couldn't petite size be fixed petite size surgically. Bill made a mental note: Big guy plus drinks plus distraught petite equals petite bad. Bill looked around; the place had gone almost dead quiet petite (like in one of those stock tip commercials), which was amazing for a bar on a Saturday night.
 "My fault, my fault petite size," Matt sobbed petiteteen. "All petiteteen my freakin fault." Bill tried not petiteteen to make too much of his friends borderline mental meltdown, tried to play it petite cool, not notice, as much for his friends sake as for the benefit of the petite looming bouncer welcome. He gestured petiteteen for the waitress, who quite reasonably petite size looked dubiously to the bouncer for some kind of instructions. Serve? Don't serve? Bill petite size threw her his best "we'll be good, my friends had a petite size bad day, please please, pretty please" look. She checked the bouncer who frowned thoughtfully, then gave a indefinite "go ahead petiteteen but proceed cautiously" nod. She petiteteen took their order and scurried away out petite of the danger zone.
 Matt nodded and finished half petite a sixteen ounce beer in a gulp. Bill petite still couldn't believe Matt's capacity.
 "Yaah, she was petite into this kinky hypnosis thing. She liked petite to pretend she was under my control. She liked to be told what to do. She really got off on it petite. To tell the truth I kinda did too once I got the hang of it. Damn it!" Matt stood up petite size again. Bill instinctively petite leaned back petiteteen out of reach. The petite bouncer took half a step. Matt saw the petiteteen look on Bills face and sat back down. "It was a game," he pleaded. Clearly Matt was trying to convince himself of something petite. "At least size... I thought it was. How petite was I to know she wasn't bull petite-shittin petiteteen around petiteteen? Christ she really was under my control, and its petite my fault. My petite damned fault!"
 "Look Matt," Bill interrupted, "just the stuff I petite need to know to petite size help." Matt nodded.
 "Hey buddy, easy..."
 "Oh, ok. We'd petite play and then when we were done she petite'd have me use her uh...what did she welcome call petite size it? Yes, trigger phrase, to return her petiteteen to petite normal, and we petite size'd laugh about the whole petite thing." Bill scrunched petite his face up like he was assimilating all of this and was thinking it over petite. He got very little but this petite size seemed to be welcome helping Matt.
 "Oh, sorry. Chunky Monkey." Matt broke down and began welcome sobbing. Bill looked around. This was getting really embarrassing. Where was that petite girl with the drinks? He needed one. He felt like everyone petite in the petite place petite watching and truth be told petite most were. He wanted to crawl under the table. The toughest guy he petite knew. But he was in too deep now and petite Matt was petite too good a petite friend petite size. "Chunky Monkey?"
 "Ok Matt," Bill tried again, "We need to start pulling these facts together now so I can understand. I wasn petite't there so I need you to fill in a petiteteen little more detail. Chunky Monkey's, hypnosis, and petite Tina's disappearance all are related how?"
 "You made her teen eat the teen ice cream, smeared it on her? Was she petiteteen allergic or something?" Bill was grasping at straws, wondering how petite the Patriots were doing, where he was petiteteen going to take his girlfriend April petite in February for Valentines day, and in general wishing he was elsewhere.
 "No. For her. She's anything but, she's beautiful, but teen that's what she had me call her. "
 "No my nickname for her."
 Bill finished his own drink in petite one swallow and sat back petite hard petiteteen.
 "She won't welcome," Matt sobbed uncontrollably. "She petite size won't."
 Final Authors Note: Our hopes and petite wishes go petite out to welcome poor Matt. With any luck Tina will not fall into the wrong hands petiteteen (mine or yours petite). She will respond to ANYONE (male or female) so hopefully someone with high morals (yah right) will petite find and petite size return her safely to her rightful owner/boyfriend petite.
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