Lisa tells Erica to take off her shirt.

Originally posted to Writing.com - Erica's Great Adventure; ID#2054342 on 10-29-15 - 3:50pm

"Well Erica, only your shirt left." Lisa's tone softened compared to the harsh tone of the commands she'd given moments before. It was as if the sacrifice of the modesty of Erica's lower half had placated her.

Erica immediately knew what Lisa was going to make her do. "Please don't, Lisa..." she begged.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears. Lisa simply shook her head in amusement. "We're getting the shirt whether you like it or not Erica. It's up to you, however, if you get to sign the waiver afterwards."

Erica shook her head, not in refusal but begging to be spared, Lisa was growing more and more impatient by the second. "Erica, your shirt. Now!" Lisa's voice didn't get louder, but the menace in the tone increased dramatically, so much so that Erica's hands shot up reflexively to the top button of her nightshirt, undoing it promptly before she stayed her hands from continuing downwards momentarily.

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