Erica needs the shirt.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2126768 on 04-02-16 - 7:41pm

"Last call for passengers Rob and Erica...."

Erica turned her head to the counter her parents had been standing next to, but they had already made their way down the gangplank and disappeared. The announcement made by an anonymous female voice over the loudspeaker made her begin to panic. "I cannot go topless on board a plane," she told Rob, irritated that it was even a theoretical option. He just stood and smirked. Hoping that the airport security cameras had not spotted her already Erica turned around and pulled hard at the shirt.

With another ripping sound, Erica fell onto her butt. Her shirt was in three pieces. Two of them were still held in her hands. The remaining piece still was stuck. A brief examination of what remained gave her pause to think. She had a torn sleeve and about half of the shirt, but unfortunately only half of the front and half of the back. If she was to put it on, she would be leaving one breast uncovered. The sleeve could probably help if adjusted properly, but it was too short to be simply tied over her breasts.

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