Teamwork?

“Let’s work together.” She says out loud.

“No shit, Sherlock.” You comment.

“No, really. You pull the rake out of whatever’s keeping it in place and I do whatever job I can to cover my….” She eases up slightly, almost intentionally giving you a better view of her breasts, still without a full picture. Just now, you ask yourself where her hands are to not be able to free herself alone. You then find her right hand stuck in a net and her left extended towards you, barely able to move around much.

“No way.”

“Please!” She begs. “I don’t know what you could possibly want on top of the money and an escape from being in the same room with me.” You think to yourself, she’s probably right.

“Alright fine.”

“Thank you!” She exclaims. “You get the rake off and I’ll get my top unstuck.”

“Sure.”