Bending her knees to get her mouth down to the tube since she could no longer bend her back, Justine managed to drink more tequila, and a key dropped out of a chute in the device. She was sure that, although she had drunk a substantial amount of tequila it couldn't have been more than a pint or two. Had she really finished it? Although it looked as though the opaque bottle was capable of holding about a gallon, perhaps it had been far less than full, and her captor had been messing with her mind?
With difficulty, Justine turned round till her back was to the chute, and managed to grasp the key in one of her manacled hands. Then, handicapped by her hangover, heels and corset, she walked unsteadily over to the door.
Sun Mar 18 18:48:28 2012