Grab her.

"I really am sorry, miss," you tell her. You really do feel sympathetic for the girl, understanding how someone can be **** to get the thousands of dollars needed to pay for just one semester at college. Her teary eyes pleading at you makes you weak at the knees.

You look down, averting to see her reaction for what you're going to say. "Look, I can't afford to risk my neck out for you because I need this job for my college tuition." You hate to see such a beautiful girl go to jail but you have ****.

The redhead starts crying and weakly resists when you grab her by the arm to remove her from the change room stall.

She notices your name tag on your uniform and begs, "Please, Michael, don't call the cops!"

Before you reach the change room door you turn around to look at her. God! She's beautiful! you think to yourself. You've met your share of hot girls in college, who ignore you because they prefer the rich frat guys. But now this redhead is at your whim and you can take advantage of the situation.