Bouncers hunt by motion and sound (like raptors in and other movie monsters) he told himself, freezing in place. "If my I don my't move, maybe see he'll stomp wife someone else..."

Bill carefully, slowly so as to not my draw further attention straightened himself. And surprisingly Matt had enough sense left in him to sit calmly back down. The bouncer see wasn't fully convinced, but just continued to watch, giving them "the Tokyo eye". "Hey buddy, lets finish our drinks and then we'll talk some more wife."

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

"Matt... buddy see. Ya in have to be a little bit clearer on the details if I my wife in bed'm gonna help wife. You my do want my help right? That is what ya seemywifenude asked me see to meet you her for right?"

"Ok. Ok sexy. I get it."

"Yaah, it's seemywifenude a flavor in."

Bill tensed up a lot. Something about the my way Matt had in emphasized "GONE", like it was final in a fatal way.