Yep

She kept going towards the mudslide, fuming at the bushes and her rotten luck. As her anger built, she started making better progress through the brush, as she shoved branches aside, and broke or yanked at the ones that snared her.

Her anger prevented her from realizing just what she was doing, so fixated was she on getting free of the brush and up the cliff. Her efforts to unsnare herself were growing more and more careless the closer she got to the mudslide. She barely noticed as her right nipple came free of her tank top again, and she didn't stop to fix it, either. She just wanted to be up the cliff already, and neither her exposed nipple nor the faint tearing sounds as she continued on were enough to stop her.

Fifteen minutes later, she broke free of the brush, one last *riiiiip* accompanying her freedom. The twigs and stones beneath her feet were replaced by warm, soft dirt, and she paused again to wipe her brow, curling her toes into the dirt, elated to be free of the brush.

Her elation was short-lived, however, for, as she tried to tuck her breast into her top again, she finally realized the price of her haste. Her tank top was a tattered mess below her breasts, torn to ribbons by the grasping claws of the branches. The tear beneath her breast had spread around her side, leaving the bottom of her ribcage exposed. While she still had enough material to cover her nipple, it had lost a lot of its' tension, and it didn't cling to her nipple like it had before. Another branch had nicked the right strap of her tank top, tearing it partway through, but it was still holding on.

Her shorts hadn't fared much better. What was left of their legs fell to mid-thigh, and those parts were riddled with tears, her panties peeking through several of them. The split over her right cheek was now large enough that her entire cheek was exposed, running from the seam in back almost to the seam on her hip. A few tattered scraps of material clung forlornly to the waistband and elastic of her panties, doing nothing to cover her cheek from the sun. If anything, it accentuated just how exposed the right side of her ass was.

She flushed as she realized her ass crack could be seen through the hole in the back of her shorts, and just how likely it was that her right breast would free itself from her top yet again. If someone saw her like this...

She **** the thought away before it could take hold, instead focusing on getting up the mudslide. While it was steep, and the soft dirt made getting a purchase difficult, she soon found herself at the top of the cliff face again. She sank down onto a fallen log, wincing as the rough bark dug into her bare cheek, to take a quick breather. She felt she had a pretty good idea of where she was, and it wouldn't take her that long to get back to her car.