After a couple of minutes, I had the key grasped in my fingers. Now what? Where was the key hole? I hadn't noticed, and could not see. In my aroused state my thoughts had not been clear. I looked into the mirror and positioned myself so that I could see my wrists, and the key in relation to the lock. I wriggled myself over for a better view; until, yes, I could see. It was facing to the middle, a matter of pure luck. I tried to move my fingers so that the key would enter the hole, but it would not slide all the way in. Everything was reversed...