"Well, umm..." Rebecca began first being embarrassed herself, "is there any chance you might lose the shirt?"
"No, I'm not wearing a bra." Samantha hesitantly said.
There was a long silence in the car when Rebecca said, "Well, you're flat but your face looks your age. If you're not willing to use that asset, then the only way I can see us not having to turn around and you keeping your shirt on is... well..." Rebecca stopped.
"Is?..." Samantha said, arms folded, almost to embarrassed to speak at the prospect of her friends wanting her to go topless.
Rebecca reached past Chloe into her glove-box to pull out a pull-up and present it to Samantha, which left her jaw hanging agape.
"Isn't that from your babysitting job?! You want me to put that on?"
"Like a said, Sammy, I'm not seeing many options here. I admit fault, as should the rest of us, for not looking up the new prices, but right now, you're the only one who can get us in. Sometime's you've got to do things you don't like for the group. Now you've got three options, lose the top, put this on, or we have to go home. We won't blame you for your choice, so don't worry." Rebecca said in an almost stern tone.
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