Laylah decides to soldier on

Laylah frowned and with a look of fire in her eyes she said, "No. No, we're already halfway through our run, I'm not wimping out now. I've been doing too good up till now, I won't break the streak!"

"Uhhhh, you sure about that?" David said with a slight wince.

"It'll hurt a little, but no pain, no gain, right?" She said.

"I guess?" David said uncertainly.

"Stupid thing." Laylah hissed as she chucked the broken bra into a nearby bush, then she reached behind herself with unexpected flexibility and grabbed one of the knots on the back of her shirt. She untied it, took the too ends and moved it up and retied it just below her shoulder blades, tighter than before. Basically she made it so that her yellow top could serve as a new bra. It kind of worked, sort of. Her breasts were supported, but just barely, and the tightness of the light-colored material created small bumps where her nipples were, but it looked like she didn't even care, she was fired up. "C'mon David, let's finish this."

"A-alright." David said, and he took position, "let's uh, let's go then!"

they took off together. Side by side, they ran. As they did, David glanced over at Laylah to check if she was okay. She seemed determined, but the makeshift bra she fashioned from her yellow top wasn't doing a very good job. It was better than nothing, but Laylah's breasts were still jumping up and down with each stride. It looked painful, but Laylah remained locked-in.