Even though the garment was all the way up, it only stayed on by a couple strands and once she took a step toward her bed for the pajama pants she had prepared, it too ripped completely away.
Shit! What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t even wear a diaper correctly. She thought to herself.
“Jordan are you having a problem?” Sally asked as she put her ear to the door and waited. “Answer me.”
“…They keep ripping mom. They’re too small.” Jordan finally said.
“WHAT?” Sally opened the door wide just as Jordan was tossing the second torn garment in her bedside trashcan. She was still completely bare from her waist down and made a move to cover herself. “Oh knock it off young lady, I’ve seen it all many times even this past month – relax – I’m not gonna have you waste our hard earned money by being careless with these things. Now get over here!”