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poor like everybody else. These are outlet clothes." "I know, I believe you." What he didn’t say was that he hoped against hope that she wasn’t rich, that she was just some girl off the streets who nobody would miss. He eyed her lecherously. She was short, just about five-foot two, and petite. She had a slightly imperfect nose and a rather weak chin, but full, luscious lips and big dark eyes. The smooth brown skin on her arms was prickling with gooseflesh, either from cold or fear, and he stoked her. "He should be back soon and we’ll figure out what to do next then." After another five minutes, the man asked, "Do you have a boyfriend, Chrissy?" She gulped. "I do," she said, again forcing her smile, "His name is Robbie." "Get out! My name