" Penance?" I asked, confused."Yes, sir," she replied. "It is not enough for me to just change my behavior. I need to be punished for my past actions ...o that I can let them go."We were delving into some deep psychological stuff that I did not feel prepared to deal with. "What do you mean punished?" I asked."I don't mean the spankings you have been giving me," she said, smiling. "Those are fun and I encourage you to keep doing it. You know how that turns me on!"But what I am saying, sir, is that. Who was there left for me to call even?Sometime that late Saturday morning Kramer gently asked me if I could answer just a few more last questions, strictly for the benefit of the ADA’s. I didn’t care; apathy had started to take over. For a moment I thought I felt just the way Arnie had, right before his death. Faced with crap on all sides that was frankly all impossible to deal with without resorting to the wholesale use of major street drugs or more alcohol than the liver could hope to safely. "You know what you're doing out there, and when you know what you're doing, you're happy." And that was it, he thought, as he had when he'd first seen them at GWU. Ryan was happy up there, doing what she knew how to do. There was a short break as Ryan the others downed some water and prepped for the next song. When it started, it took Brody a minute to recognize a guitar-heavy version of Modern English's "Melt with You," and then he laughed and clapped along with everyone else. Three songs. Aankhe band mat karo ise kam ki terh lo.Nahi to mat aao acting me.Mom ye sunke apni aankhe khol di aur jaise hi unhone mera lund dekha unki nazre tahar si gyi.Itne me director bola make it best.Aur main samj gya aur mom k boobs pe mere hath tik gye.Aur main dheere dheere unhe dabane laga.Itne me director bola monika feel it.Enjoy.Moaning karo.Mom kafi garm thi per wo sabke samne open hone se dar rahi thi per ye sunke wo mere boobs dabane pe full on moaning karne lagi.Unki awazo ne aag me ghee.