The robe is stuck

Marie immediately tried to turn around, but found she could barely turn more than a few inches without pulling the robe. “Shit!” She cursed to herself. While she appreciated the convenience of having a self-locking door, it was moments like these where she wished she had never installed it. She quickly looked around, surveying her options.

She wanted to try and free her robe, but doing so would **** her to take it off so that she could inspect the problem. Marie glanced to the street, and blushed as a car passed by. While the street certainly wasn’t the busiest in town, there still was the occasional car that came down the road every few minutes. Taking off her robe would leave her completely exposed to the street. She shuddered at the thought of some jogger, or one of her neighbors seeing her like this.

Marie then thought about what she could do if she really was locked out. There was a key underneath the flower pot on the kitchen windowsill, and the key she had given her neighbor. But again, both options would **** her to take off the robe. Marie feverishly tried to come up with an idea, in a **** attempt to avoid potentially exposing herself to the street.