The shirt.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2124527 on 03-29-16 - 2:48am

"The shirt," Erica begged. "Please mom, give me my shirt back!" It was so embarrassing asking for such a common thing. Her shirt wasn't even a designer brand or anything, but at the moment, it was the sole available item that was available to her to cover her breasts. She crumpled up in her seat again and continued to sob.

"I think that it is wonderful that you are cooperating," her step-father commented. "Now honey, go ahead and return the shirt." His wife looked at the shirt she was holding in her right hand and the jeans in her left, as if considering something. "Honey?" he asked, pressing her to act.

"I'm sorry," her mom declared. "I've decided..."

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