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Your eyes are transfixed as Sara slowly peels her shirt up over her head. You can’t take your eyes off her black sports bra with the grey stripes and the chunky zipper. You trace your fingers over the word “Nike” along the rib band.
“You like what you see, Five?” she chuckles.
You bite your lip and nod.
She unzips the moisture-wicking Coolmax polyester, the fabric sensually sliding out of the way. Her arms snake out of the holes, and she tosses the sports bra on the floor.
“Five?” Sara asks. “Where are you going?!”
You’re scrambling off the bed, onto the floor. You hug the sports bra to your chest and dart out of the room, pushing Janine out of the way.
“Runner Five! Runner Eight!” Janine sputters. “I— Explain!”
“It’s the damnedest thing, Janine. Five just stole my sports bra!”
And that’s the story behind the time Janine and a topless Sara chased you all over Abel while you waved a sweaty sports bra like a banner.