"Aren't you gonna undo her belt?" Sarah asked, and reached her arm across the table to offer some assistance to Nicole.She deftly unclipped the buckle... and flicked the button of Nicole's jeans open . Then in a slow movement I heard the sound of the zipper sliding down.Her waistline slackened and fell slightly revealing the turquoise lace of her thong.Nicole leaned forward across the table towards Sarah who stroked her hair and smiled, lowering her head and gently kissing her ear. Her jeans fell. It was as eerie and quiet as the previous floors we've been on."Maybe whatever was here left before we came." But what about whoever sent that distress signal? Think they escape too?" If so, then this would've all been a sorry waste of time."Our search of the third floor seemed as fruitless as the first and second. That is, until we found a locked door. One that suggested there might've been someone hiding behind it. I hailed the door's intercom."Hello! Is anyone in there? We're here to rescue. The wind was going to be a problem again. We wandered around the shops and along the sea front and ended up near the shopping mall. Just up the road from it Jon spotted a sex shop and we went in. It wasn’t up to much but the man behind the counter soon realised what I wasn’t wearing and watched me as I moved around the shop. Jon noticed it and asked me to pass him something that was on the floor. I realised what Jon was after (and it wasn’t the box on the floor) so I bent over from my waist. "Insanity?" "Court??" the lawyer looked at them. Floyd told him, "Your tractor did cut..." ("And he does mean "cut"," Mr. Haney added.) "...across quite a few properties." "They're my neighbors! I mean them no harm. Why would they want to sue me?!" Mr. Douglas defended himself. "You, being a lawyer, should know that answer," Charley said. "A Rich lawyer," Mr. Haney added. "Sowing cases can bring in a better yield than any crop you can get by farming." "How much damage could one tractor.