Sweater

Faith jumped a hole in the air. The first round was in. Of course she expected this, but still.

"Okay Hannah, what to lose?" Faith said, "What do you think of that ugly pink sweater? It's nicer for the men too. Yeah, it'll be your sweater." Faith held up her hand. Hannah knew she couldn't go anywhere, after all, she had agreed. Carefully she pulled up her sweater by the hem. Slowly, her tight, flat stomach came into view. Even further up the bottom of her white bra, over her head and out. Faith snatched the sweater from her hand and threw it into a corner. Hannah put her hands over her breasts in the same motion. bright red!