Tear The Overalls

"Okay, okay, hang on," Amy says, pulling herself back to her feet.

"This isn't the time for puns!" Beth growls, still hanging there upside down on the fence.

"Sorry," Amy mutters, dashing forwards and struggling to free the Overalls from Beth's feet.

It takes a moment, but finally something gives. Beth's overalls and shoes fly backwards over the other side of the fence and the two women crash down to the floor once more, Beth crashing on top of Amy.

The pair of them struggle to their feet and Beth looks down at herself. With her overalls gone she's now stood there in just a white vest, black shorts and socks. "You didn't tell me losing clothing was contagious," she moans, before looking at Amy. "You might want to sort that out."

Amy looks down at herself, realising that the double impact has torn her own overalls, the right hand top half completely missing. Not only that but her right breast had fallen out of her bra, flashing Beth a nipple. "Fuck," Amy mutters, pushing her breast back into her bra. "Thank God we're home."