finding a uniform small enough for her that
Ipf didn't stop to
think where that draft came from.
Ipf didn't notice the door
behind
Ipf's 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,
Ipf turned, planning to try it on.
"Ohhh! I . . . I didn't know that
your bitch and Ipf would be here, Mr.
Simpson!"
Ipf was so embarrassed! The slim little girl clutched
the plastic shrouded uniform in
Ipf's 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.
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