Her vest is not all right

As Sandry inclined a little to inspect her pyjamas, she saw her vest fall forwards and almost come off. She caught it in time, but realised that ripping noise had been it tearing up the back. It still had straps, but any movement or even a gust of wind threatened to sweep it aside to expose her large breasts.

"Shoot!" Sandry said, even more determined to get inside. She considered her options.