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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