Lisa's not done yet.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2057975 on 11-07-15 - 5:38pm

Erica relished having all her bits covered again, even if she was only wearing a shirt. At least it was long.

"You see, Erica, there's only one problem," Lisa said, catching her attention.

"Problem?" Erica asked her.

She took the hem of the shirt in her hand, caressing it, as she leaned in to whisper in Erica's ear. "Your shirt is too long."

Erica swallowed. "Lisa, please don't," she begged quietly. As per usual, Lisa ignored her.

Adjusting her grip at the hem of the shirt, Lisa started to pull apart with all her strength. She started near a seam, which allowed the initial tear to form quickly after some marginal resistance to her efforts. Erica teared up. The shirt was one of her favorites. It appeared that Lisa's plan was to rip into the shirt vertically a few inches and then start tearing across to get a strip of the shirt from the bottom. Unfortunately, as she continued to pull on the original rip, the fabric ripped faster than she expected, tearing along the seam straight up to Erica's armpit on her left side.

"Looks like you're going to get some good ventilation now," Lisa joked. She followed the tear to a position level with Erica's belly button, about seven inches above the hem of the shirt. Her hands positioned, Lisa began the sideways tear, but she couldn't keep it level. Erica could feel the jagged edges of the shirt on her back as Lisa continued. Some went as high as her shoulder blades, but some still hung down near her ass. At the front, Lisa anticipated the pattern a little bit better, but she still didn't have much control.

Erica surveyed Lisa's handiwork when she stepped back. The front of the shirt was level with the bottom of her breasts. If she caused the shirt to raise at all, they would be exposed again. The left side was even worse. If anybody was looking from that side, they would get an eyeful of side boob from the original tear.

Lisa dropped the strip of fabric in Erica's lap. "You did choose your shirt, so I guess I can leave you with all of it."

Erica hold up the tattered fabric and looked at it.

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