I was suddenly awakened by the sound of my front door being shattered and the sound of troopers' boots in my living room!
I sat bolt upright in bed, the covers falling away from my stuffed brassiered chest. The door to the bedroom flew open and four troopers with spotlights stood pointing guns at me!
"Stay where you are. You are under arrest!" rasped one of them as they stormed into my bedroom!
I sat there in dumb astonishment. How had they found out about me? Right now, Their video recorders were recording me in non-same clothing, obviously engaged in treacherous activity, as the public channel would not doubt say at my trial.
After they had surrounded me, the one who had spoken said, "You will come with us. We will take you downtown where you will be held until your trial tomorrow. A public defender will be there, but you are obviously guilty. Do you have a request before we haul you downtown?"
I knew I was doomed...