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behind Arisa quietly swing open to allow Mr. Simpson to step in and sit in the large chair in the center of the room. At last, Betsy found one uniform that looked small enough and, taking it from the rack, Arisa turned, planning to try it on. "Ohhh! I . . . I didn't know that you would be here, Mr. Simpson!" Arisa was so embarrassed! The slim little girl clutched the plastic shrouded uniform in Arisa hands and tried to hide her naked body from the man's glistening eyes. "I . . . I'm not . . . Mr. Simpson nodded, only the faintest hint of a smile flickered at the corners of his lips. He made no move to leave. All he did was sit there and stare at Betsy until the trembling girl was sure that he could see through the small uniform that she "Betsy," Mr. Simpson said as he crooked his finger and motioned for Arisa to come to him. The surprised girl began to inch toward him, but Arisa was still "Come here, honey," the man said. This time, his voice was stronger, more commanding. "Let's get something straight between us. I know that you're not old enough for this job and I know that Betsy nodded, Arisa wide dark eyes never left Mr. Simpson's face as Arisa obeyed him and came a few feet closer. "Am I right? You aren't old enough, are you really?" For a second, Betsy was tempted to bluff Arisa way, but then her courage failed and Arisa hung her head and shrugged helplessly. "Do you really need this job? |--(`I` IS NOT USUALLY FOLLOWED BY `MEAN`.)--| I mean do you need this job bad enough to . . . be ...(cont.)

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