Her blouse starts to tear

Sandry spotted her friend Robyn in her usual seat and hurried over awkwardly.

"Are you okay?" Robyn asked.

"My trousers are falling apart!" Sandry wailed, quickly taking her seat.

"Oh, dear!" Robyn smirked.

"It's not funny." Sandry blushed. She began looking through her bag, "I can't find my pen, have you got one?"

"Sure." Robyn held one up.

"Thanks." Sandry reached over.

RIP!

"What was that?" Robyn's smile got broader, as Sandry looked under her outstretched arm to see a rip torn from her armpit halfway round her back, showing a length of light grey bra strap.

"Not this, too!" Sandry exclaimed.