[She cracks her knuckles, rising out of the water so she'd be more level with the parts of him that mattered--and the parts that would soon not matter. Her hands slide up his sides, (slowly, appreciating the man underneath for just a few moments) up the gaudy sweater until she reaches his collar. Her hands turn into tight fists as she bunches the edges of the fabric in them.]
Ready.
[AND SHE RIPS IT APART with a mighty herculean show of strength, fabric snapping loudly. The tear surprisingly only goes down a few inches at first and the second rip takes a bit of a struggle, before she opens the sweater up down to just below his belly button, opening up most of his chest. That seemed like a good place to stop.
Then she looks up had him, exhaling as if she'd been holding in her breath. HOW'D SHE DO? She did great, that was like, two seconds, right?]
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Ready.
[AND SHE RIPS IT APART with a mighty herculean show of strength, fabric snapping loudly. The tear surprisingly only goes down a few inches at first and the second rip takes a bit of a struggle, before she opens the sweater up down to just below his belly button, opening up most of his chest. That seemed like a good place to stop.
Then she looks up had him, exhaling as if she'd been holding in her breath. HOW'D SHE DO? She did great, that was like, two seconds, right?]