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“Peter!  Ohhh…! Wow!”  
All of this was thrilling to Jane, but there was only one person whose opinion really mattered to her. Indian porn video “Well, aren’t you supposed to go to confession if you’ve done something bad?  Don’t they give you, what’s it called?  Penance?”
Chrissy nodded again, her face hidden by her hair.  Then she suddenly straightened up, turned to Jane and said, almost fiercely,  “But that’s just Hail Marys and Our Fathers.  It’s just words!  It’s not enough!”  
She said this last sentence loud enough so that heads turned at nearby tables, and this time she really did jump to her feet and storm out of the room.  
But not before Jane had seen the tears in her eyes.  
She sat by herself for the remainder of the lunch period, thinking. “Wait a minute, wait a minute!”  Jane grabbed her hand and pulled her back to her seat.  Chrissy slumped, sullenly.  
Jane said, “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me.”