I could not pinch them any harder, between my thumb and index. She squealed again. It wasn't enough.Her face turned towards me. She hid her face again...st my chest, her hands still holding mine against her breasts. Her breathing was so ragged I almost thought she was crying."Hurt me," she begged, "hurt them more."I squeezed them, as hard as I could, but did not release them. When her squeal of pain and pleasure had died down, I said:"Brace yourself."I twisted her nipples in a sudden, violent. The only real oddity was that the door was solid metal, rather then the typical hollow construction of conventional exits. Rust would have eaten through the door in places otherwise. Zeke could tell that the door would be very heavy just by looking at it. There was a metal plate, implying a place to push but Zeke was fairly certain the stainless steel rectangle (no longer truly stainless) was just for show. The door most likely opened outwards. If it was a fire exit, it was meant to let people. The intent was plain enough, and I took it off her, feeling a little strange, and looked for the keys. They were there, in plain sight. Yeah, alright. Drunk. Oh dear.I handed the bag back, and stepped up to the door. As I turned the key in the lock, the door popped open. Kim had been leaning on it. She stumbled into the apartment, almost falling, and dropped the bag on the floor. I followed her in, closing the door, picking up after her, hanging the coat, and dropping her keys back in the bag.I. Once there, I untied them and told them to pack because we were moving and that Jan should come down to the meeting room when they were ready and advise me. Jordy and I went down to the meeting room and had a drink. I realized that I needed one after watching the executions.Jordy had questions for me about the land from whence I came and the people and customs there. In return, he answered questions from me allowing me to learn more of this time and how I would be expected to act. Jan came down.