.. 65,500 possible combinations. At five seconds each that was ... about 5500 minutes, about ninety hours. So basically four days at twelve hours a da... gave her a fifty percent chance of opening the door... Could her finger stand that? Well she had ten of them. How stiff were the buttons? ... not too bad. She made a start. She couldn’t write down what she’d done, so she’d do them in sequence, spatially. What was the best way?By lunchtime she was half way through all the numbers that could start. Melaniehad hit me like a baseball player trying to hit a home run.AAAArrrrrggggh. I bit my gag and my pierced tongue was screaming inpain."You'll learn who is in charge here, you pig."Another crashing blow and I passed out. When I came to, we were lyingon the ground under the trees."What happened?" Well sweetie, you must have really pissed her off. She was screamingthat you were going to pay for embarrassing her for the entire month. Iswear I heard her say that tonight was a picnic compared to. Probably wasn't a good idea but we did it anyway. So the fire in the bucket stove was doable for me. The fire made the tiny house survivable. I would hardly call it livable. I was in constant pain from the damaged rid.About an hour after I awoke the probably illegal maid came down with a tray she called breakfast. It was some oatmeal kind of gruel and a boiled eggs. It was probably one of the simplest breakfasts I had ever eaten. It was also one of the blandest. Eggs without salt, no matter how. I found clean black panties and bra in her case, "Rape!" she tried again, as if asking me to, but I was too busy to care."Hands!" I ordered and she put her hands through her bra straps, "Pants!" I threw them at her and then her shirt and the skirt and jacket of her suit, "Handkerchief, Pen." I ordered, "Right go!"I guess it took maybe two minutes and then we were out and away, I saw security and the manager hot footing it towards the loo as we left so it was a very close run thing."My God!" she.