Marie bit her lip, looking up and down the street. There weren't any cars, but to just leave the robe seemed unthinkable, even for a quick scouting under the flowerpot. She was sure she could pull it loose. Another experimental tug followed the first, and another, and another. Assessing the situation as calmly as she could, Marie concluded that she'd have to use more ****. Either the robe would pop out, or it'd rip. She loved it dearly, but she could easily buy another and it was better than being locked outside naked.
Stepping forward to use her body weight, she leaned from the door, feet placed precariously on her porch step. Her hands wouldn't be enough, but she'd taken physics - a long enough lever, and yes! She heard a rip. Saddened at the nice fluffy robe, she cheered herself on with the thought of a brand new one - this was maybe getting a little ratty. Another rip. Yes! With a final forward tug, the robe's old seams failed, and it came apart...
...down the middle. The robe had a seam at belt height, and it was this that had failed! The entire bottom half of her robe was stuck in the door, and she was naked from the waist down! Looking back in disbelief, Marie placed a hand between her legs and glanced around nervously, seeing nobody around. This was way worse than she had planned!
Well, she still had two options. Now going to the neighbors seemed far less attractive, but there was still the flower pot, right? She looked over at where it stood on the windowsill, where she was sure it stood - and realized it had fallen off the sill, the key and pot both lying in the thick bed of flowers in the garden. She'd have to search for it in the dirt! Maybe the neighbors were the better option, after all...
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