Ditch the robe, and look under the flower pot.

Marie finally came to accept that she would have to take off the robe sooner rather than later. She groaned, and untied the knot around her waist. Marie waited for several minutes, looking for a very good opening. The moment a car passed out of sight, she quickly shucked off her robe, and turned around.

The sudden change from her snuggly, entrapped robe to absolutely nothing between her bare body and the air was a very quick shock for Marie. The urge to cover everything all at once hit her like a truck. Marie was more embarrassed than she had ever been, and barely stopped herself from covering her privates with her hands. Despite the complete lack of clothes, Marie knew she had to work fast at the door to get the robe. She knelt down, blushing furiously, and began trying to regain her robe.

She desperately tried tugging the robe every which way, but it would not budge. Her frustrated pulling became erratic, until eventually Marie heard the sound of tires on pavement. She quickly darted to a rocking chair next to the door, and hid her body behind it. The car in question passed on as if it hadn’t seen Marie at all, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

“Looks like I’ve got to get the key...” Marie thought with dread. So far her plan to have a relaxing morning had gone completely out the window. Marie knew the first thing she would do once she got inside: take a bath.

Before she could be seen again, Marie darted towards the bushes to the left of her house, and hid within them. The feel of the rough foliage against her bare skin was uncomfortable, but she knew it would keep her hidden. She crept along the bushes to the window nearest the kitchen, and eagerly grabbed the flower pot. “Alright. Now to-“