Running Repairs !

The repair to Debbi's tattered swimsuit had to wait while the three girls dried off and got dressed once more in their chic sweaters and designer jeans. Debbi huddled with her back to the lockers, trying to hide the spectacular rip at the back of her suit. She was at least grateful for the loan of a soggy towel from Lynn, which dried her to some extent at least. She didn't want to rub too vigorously with the towel for fear of making the split even worse. It had been bad enough thinking about the bus ride back to the house in the swimsuit when the thing had been intact but now how was she going to make it ?

"Let's have another look" said Lynn. Debbi reluctantly moved away from the lockers, ignoring the girls giggling. "I've got a couple of safety pins" Jody offered. "OK, let's see how those work" replied Lynn. She made a rudimentary attempt to pull the fraying material together. "Stand still No-E, I don't want to prick you" she told the forlorn Debbi. "There you are, good as new" Lynn announced, making sure that Debbi had no access to the locker room mirror. "Nobody will notice the difference" she assured Debbi, putting a finger to her mouth to stifle the chuckling of the other two. Because in truth, although the two halves of the suit had been linked by the safety pins, most of Debbi's bum crack remained clearly visible !

Debbi had no desire to leave the sanctuary of the changing room but she knew that she had to if she ever wanted to get home. Blushing and conscious of being a centre of attention, she followed the girls out of the pool complex and toward the bus stop. A shoelace on one of her sneakers had become untied and in a reflex action, taken before her brain had time to register the consequences, she bent down to tie it. Of course, the strain of this was too much for the makeshift repair to her suit and both of the safety pins pinged off of her back.

"Whoa, full moon !" cried a familiar voice from behind her. It was Deacon, also headed back to catch the bus. "Oh god" gasped Debbi. "What have you done now ?" scolded Lynn. A quick inspection of the damage confirmed that the ruined swimsuit was fraying even more and the safety pins were no longer an option. It was Deacon who provided a solution of sorts. "Here, you can borrow my jacket for the bus ride" he offered. "Oh thank you, thank you" Debbi gushed in her relief. "You're a real gentleman" she told the black youth. She gratefully draped the garment over her shoulders, little realising that the brevity of the leather bomber jacket still left most of her bum peaking out from beneath !