The Blonde

As the two girls separate themselves, the Brunette is first to her feet, pulling her jogging bottoms back up, before glancing at her friend on the floor.

"Oh my God, Kim!" she mutters, looking at her dumbstruck friend.

Kim hasn't moved, she's sat there on the grass, her legs spread and flashing her black thong, but staring down at her jogging bottoms, torn completely in half with one leg wrapped around each ankle.

"Kim, are you okay?" The Brunette asks, kneeling down beside her friend, watching Kim's mouth move, but no words coming out.