There's no sign

Olivia and Tom dig through the rubble of the fallen shelving unit for a moment, Olivia finding no sign of her still missing T-shirt.

Of course, Tom found no sign either, but that was mostly due to the fact that he was finding it incredibly hard to tear his eyes away from the pale green bra and heaving cleavage, that was bouncing around in front of him, every time, Olivia bent over looking under the next fallen item, affording Tom a fantastic view.

Enough of a good view in fact that he had failed to take into account the effect the view was having on him.

"Fuck this," Olivia finally complains, looking around. "I'm gonna have to get a spare."

As she stood, Tom straightened up as well, and of course, Olivia's eyes suddenly fell upon the extreme tent pole sat at Tom's crutch, her face burning momentarily with anger and then embarrassment.