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It doesn't take you long to conclude that something seriously strange has to be going on for her to strip to her bra in public like this, and you don't know enough to justify accepting the risks associated with that. "You know you're only wearing a bra without that, right?"

You ask the question half genuinely, attempting to gauge the situation in the least risky way possible. If she's **** or drunk or something and you somehow didn't notice until now, you wouldn't want to cause her to make any kind of scene. Better to act casual and play it off like it's only a minor thing until you know more.

"Of course, why wouldn't I know that? Just offering to help you keep warm, it's no big deal." She tosses the shirt onto her shoulder to keep the option open for you and continues jogging. You attempt to keep up as thoughts circle around you. This is far from normal, yet she appeared perfectly fine. Most likely some kind of psychotic episode or difficult to detect **** effect.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you approach mr. Chantelle's residence and realize with horror that Ashley has yet to redress. He would hardly take kindly to her state of attire given his conservative attitudes. And unfortunately, you could make out the familiar dull brown trousers he seemed to have so many pairs of. He was watering some of his plants, and now he's started talking to your friend like lonely old people do - and she, being the sweet thing that she is, has started talking back. Surprisingly, it looks like he's not reacting differently at all.

"-was an athlete, too, you know! Ran marathons when I was younger, and I walked everywhere, five miles to work back and forth everyday."

"Oh, yeah, I definitely get that!" Ashley smiles at him. She's taking your catching up as an opportunity to stretch, and it's a little hard to not slow down and pay attention. "I'm really glad I picked up jogging, it's keeping me fit like I never thought I could be, y'know?"

"Ashley, we, uh, don't want to be late for dinner, right?" Your hesitation made it painfully obvious that it was only an excuse, but Chantelle didn't seem to mind and Ashley nodded, following along.

"You're right, I nearly forgot! See you later!" She waved goodbye to Chantelle and he chuckled and returned to his gardening. Once you were far enough away, she giggled. "So, what are your real plans with me that can't stand to wait?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" You ask, trying to keep your eyes from looking at her chest while still vaguely pointing at it.

"You're right! I'm sorry, I should have known you would want to see more..." She exclaims and, before you can object, quickly takes off her bra and lays it on her shoulder next to her shirt. You can see her nipples, perky in the cold, perfectly clearly. She grins at you, gently lifting them up towards you a little with a slight blush and a little shiver at the cold.

You rush to put her clothes back on, deciding it's too late to avoid making a scene. "Ashley this is a public road, we could get in trouble! And you have a girlfriend, what would she think of this?"

"Are you serious? You know I'd do anything to make you happy. Everyone here knows that, I'd be willing to do a lot more for you too. I thought that's why you pulled me away from Chantelle." She looked away, a little disappointed.

You paused, taken aback. "...Hannah's reaction to you flirting so openly with me would hardly make me happy, I don't want to make her jealous. And I also don't want us to get taken in by police for public nudity."

She looks at you with a worried expression. "Are your sure you're alright? The police wouldn't interfere with me making you happy, they would know it's ok. And Hannah wouldn't mind at all, she wants to make you happy too."

You watched her expression curiously, amazed at how composed she seemed despite the apparent nonsense she was stating. "One of us appears to have very different memories or some kind of mental problem, I think we should find a third party to help tell which of us it is."

She nodded. "That sounds good to me, I won't take off my clothes or make any advances until then, I don't want to stress you out."

You sighed in relief and nodded. "Let's go back to your place and call Hannah."

If anyone would be **** to accept Ashley's side if it was wrong, you figured it would be her.