Dianne Hipswivel giggled as she replaced the receiver, Lafarge would be pleased to visit on the morrow and now, thought Dianne, off to the hairdressers.
Gently closing the front door, she debated whether to take her car, but, as the wind had dropped and the sun was shining, decided to walk to Pierre's. As she stepped out from her gate she was somewhat surprised to see a black Volvo stretched limousine glide to a halt beside her. The drivers face was quite hidden by his uniform cap but as the car stopped a rear window slid down and a female cultured voice asked." Excuse me Madame, Please can you tell me...?" Dianne leaned forward to hear more easily and that was the last she remembered...'
When Dianne came round she was quite frightened as she could not see anything, neither could she move her arms legs or head.
A woman's voice she did not recognise although possibly it was the last voice she heard before blacking out was saying. "...Dianne, if you can hear me just nod your head." She did as she was asked. The voice went on, You are our guest as it were and you will not be hurt, well, not very much if you behave. Understand?" Again Dianne nodded her head.
"Right Dianne, you have been a mean and obnoxious person and you are here for correction. Do you understand?" This time Dianne shook her head "NO"
"Well" the voice went on, "we believe that you have and you are going to be taught a lesson, you may find you like it. Now, you are gagged at this moment but I am going to remove the gag and ask some questions, you will only speak when spoken to and I want the truth. Do you understand?" Again Dianne nodded and shortly she felt something removed from her mouth.
"Now" the voice went on," You are Dianne Hipswivell."
"Yes," answered Dianne.
"You are 59 yrs old."
"Er no I am 52." Dianne contradicted.
"Any more lies and the gag goes back. YOU ARE 59 YRS OLD."
"Yes," whispered Dianne.