Rick paused and took a long look over Betsy's shoulder, then, grinning, he took hold of her arm and, pushing her ahead of him, started hurrying down the aisle toward the door that led backstage.

The minute the door shut behind them, Rick began to laugh. He still held her by the arm as he led Betsy behind the tall screen and to a small alcove by the back wall.

It was all so frightening and confusing! Betsy looked around her and shivered. The sound from the film was far away, the speakers were pointed in another direction, but the little girl could see the gigantic reverse images on the screen before them. Betsy stared in shock at what looked like a gigantic moving pillar before she realized that the image she saw, the image that was taller than she was, was a close up of a man's finger dialing a phone!! She didn't know why the head usher had brought her back here and she was worried beyond words!

Rick stood by the wall and was talking into a phone extension that hung there. Betsy stood very still where he left her and looked around. The back wall jogged for some reason and formed a small semi-room. The surprised little girl saw a table, a couple of chairs and a cot covered with a bedspread in the space.

Rick hung up the phone and flopped down on the cot. He was smiling at her as he motioned for her to come to him. "Hey, kid! Come over here and sit. I want to have a little talk to you."

Betsy didn't want to go over there. Something about the way that Rick looked at her frightened Betsy, but the thought of getting fired on her first night on the job was even more frightening, so she obeyed.

Hesitantly, Betsy moved toward the slim head usher. He was so handsome and looked so good in his form-fitting uniform that Betsy felt awkward and awed. Their fingers touched and the pretty little twelve-year-old shuddered. That funny, wiggling feeling flared back to life between her legs.