This story is written by David, please send comments and appreciation to voondave@yahoo.co.uk

Some people ,are born lowly. And some people,have lowliness thrust upon them.

When I voted for the A.F.P.,the Authoritarian Female Party,it was in the belief,that better times would be just around the corner,in the event of them coming to power,and of them coming to rule,over Britain.But,the A.F.P.,after winning the general election,in an all time record landslide victory,thrust lowliness upon me,a Long Term Unemployed male of 52,along with many other males in the same situation,to such a degree,that I never would have dreamt possible,even in my darkest nightmares.

On the following Monday,after the Friday Election,I was ‘arrested’ at my home,in full view of my watching neighbours,by Community Service Officers (C.S.O.’s) Karen and Linda,who themselves had been claiming £80. per week Unemployment Benefit Payments just like myself,until they signed up to work for,and thereby became members of,the A.F.P.,in well paid positions of authority.Their role: to supervise and to ‘chastise’ Community Servants,and they had the full authority,and,indeed,the active encouragement of the A.F.P. authorites,to use the symbols of their authority,their canes,completely at their own discretion. C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,escorted me in their A.F.P. van,to the Community Services Operations Centre,based in Town,and brought me before the severe,commanding presence of the Community Services Liaison Officer,who assigned work duties to new Community Servants,and she then formally assigned me,’Community Servant david 007’,to work and to serve in the Town’s ‘Sock Room’,to henceforth earn my Unemployment Benefit Payments of £80. per week,by hand washing and ironing,the dirty socks of the Town’s females.

After 6 hideous months of verbal and physical abuses at the hands (and feet) of my 2 young supervisors,C.S,O.’s Karen and Linda,and also by countless female members of the public,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda had just escorted me back to work at the ‘Sock Room’,after my receiving a very severe ‘chastisement’ sentence,awarded against me by the Community Services Liaison Officer,when,jubilant at the thought of their earnings rocketing even higher,due to the extra overtime that they would now be working,supervising me,and gloating openly,unable,and not even trying,to keep their ecstatic feelings in check,at the thought of the extra misery,humiliation and wretchedness,that they had brought down upon me,they had both got slightly carried away,by their high spirits,and,in the grip of their over exuberance,and of their complete authority and power over me,they let things get a little out of hand.For,once back in the ‘Sock Room’,at the top of the 6 wooden steps,which led down to the huge,deep sinks of the ‘Sock Wash’ area of the ‘Sock Room’,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,both placed one of their yellow cotton socked,black,backless,rubber soled clogged feet,to by bottom,and,with their jubilant,triumphant,exultant cry,of “get back to work,david!!”,they propelled me down the 6 wooden steps,into my work place of the past 6 months. I fell down the 6 wooden steps,in a windmill of flailing arms and legs,my ribs hitting the edges of the steps on the way down,hard enough to crack them,I thought,and felt.Then,tumbling from the bottom of the 6 wooden steps,I finally came to a stop,when I bumped my head on the huge hand wash sink,opposite the 6 wooden steps,and,to the harsh, raucous background music of C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda’s hysterical laughter,everything went dark,and thankfully,quiet,as I lost consciousness.

When I started to regain consciousness,it was as though I was hearing voices,from very far away,trying to connect with me,by bridging impossible distances.When I finally did come to,and with difficulty,open my eyes,which felt gritty,and as though they had been almost sealed shut,I had the most appalling,and tremendous shock,when I saw the beautiful,but stern face of the new Prime Minister,Caroline Flint,hovering over me.She was wearing a white coat,and a stethoscope hung around her neck. I saw that there was a name tag on her white coat,and from that,I saw that she was Dr. Caroline Flint.Her beautiful face was not stern now,though,and her facial expression was one of a soft,gentle concern for me.For my welfare,and for my wellbeing. “It’s all right,David”,she soothed,and I bathed in her warm,gentle,dulcet tones,as they washed over me,and as she,with infinite care,cupped my cheeks in the palms of her healing hands,and this felt absolutely wonderful,as she lightly,gently,delicately rubbed the pads of her thumbs,just under my eyes,as though tenderly,solicitously brushing away unhappy,tragic tears. “You are going to be all right,David”,she repeated her assurance,and I believed her,for I felt that I had believed her before,in another time and place,and I knew,somehow,that Caroline Flint always kept her promises.

“Who are you? Where am I ?”,I asked her.But,before she could reply,I received my second,and equally profound and devastating shock,as I still felt very groggy,as though just waking up from an over long sleep,as the pretty faces of C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,now loomed over my face.But,I now found myself relaxing,slightly,when I saw that the expressions on their almost beautiful,somehow younger looking faces,were not harsh and wicked,were not cruel and arrogant,were not dominant and threatening,and were not malicious and malevolent,as I somehow  felt I was accustomed to seeing them,and of living in fear,and in constant,dire dread of them,and of being cruelly and sadistically brutalized,and mercilessly bullied,by them. No,their pretty,young features were altogether differently composed,of a professional,though also of a kind and gentle concern,and of a genuine gladness,that seemed also to be tinged with relief,at my apparent recovery.And now,with a large measure of my own relief,I saw that they wore the uniforms,not,of the Authoritarian Female Party,with their fear inspiring Party colours of blue,green,red,and yellow,but instead,they wore the uniforms which evoke altogether more welcome emotions,the uniforms of hospital Nurses.Uniforms of white hats,white blouses,with pale blue pin stripes,and with stop watches,at a breast pocket of their blouses,and their name tags at their other breast pocket.And,I saw from their name tags,that these 2 very competent looking young ladies,were Nurse Karen,and Nurse Linda. White skirts,flesh coloured tights,and white ‘sensible’ Nurses shoes,completed their Nurses ensemble.

And now,in reply to my 2 questions,the ‘Prime Minister’,Caroline Flint,informed me,”I am Dr. Caroline Flint,and these 2 young ladies,are Nurse Karen,and Nurse Linda.I am your doctor,and they are your Day Nurses,and we have been looking after you,David,since you had your accident,6 months ago”. Upon seeing the bemused,uncomprehending look of confusion on my face,she further enlightened me.”David,you have been in a sort of semi delirious coma,for the past 6 months.On a number of occasions,you seemed on the verge of coming out of your coma,but then you always lost consciousness again,after briefly opening your eyes,and seeing the face of whoever was attending you at the time,which is why you think that you recognise us now,David.I’ll tell you more,later,David,but now you must rest”,ordered Dr. Flint,and,as though she thought I had forgotten how to compose and prepare myself for sleep,she once again placed the palms of her hands on my cheeks,which again felt unbelievably sensual and comforting,and,with the pads of her thumbs,she closed my eyes,and I thought that Dr. Caroline Flint,had the ‘Mother’ of all bedside manners,and I felt I was in the best possible hands,literally,as well figuratively,in the care of Dr. Caroline Flint.

And so,I then lay in my hospital bed,filled with an unbelievable,incredible sense of relief.What did it all mean,then?Had it all been a dream? An awful,hideous,malignant nightmare of a dream,but still just,and only,a harmless dream,nonetheless? As the diabolical alternative was utterly unthinkable,I dared to hope so.And then,because I dared to hope,and dared to believe,I slept the first truly peaceful,restful,and restorative sleep,that I had slept,in the past 6 months.

When I woke up,several hours later,I felt wonderfully refreshed,and I felt a light,freeness of spirit,that I had not known,for the past 6 months. Upon noticing that I was now awake,Dr. Caroline Flint,came over to my bed,and,in her impeccable bedside manner,she sat down,on the left hand side edge of it,,and,I felt that her smile,especially when I was the beneficiary of it,would make me feel better than any tablet,any medicine,as she enquired of me,with her kind and gentle,yet still,wholly professional concern,”well,how are you feeling now,David? Did you have a nice little sleep?”.I longed to feel the palms of her hands on my cheeks once again,but,unfortunately,such blissful pleasure and comfort was not forthcoming,on this occasion,as Dr. Flint apparently felt,that such ‘intensive care’ treatment,was no longer necessary. “I am feeling much better now,Dr. Flint,thankyou.But,I must tell you about my dreams,Dr. Flint.They seemed so vivid,and so terribly,horribly real,and they were so awful.I still can’t quite bring myself to believe that they did’nt actually happen,doctor”. Once again,Dr. Flint soothed me,as only she could. “Please,David,don’t distress yourself.I will be very interested to hear of your dreams,David,and you must tell me all about them,when you are stronger.The extreme vividness of your dreams,may simply be a side effect of the new,experimental  therapy drugs that we have been trying out on you,David,to try and bring you out of your coma.These new,trial drugs,designed to manipulate brain patterns,and influence brainwave activity,are still in their very early,trial stages,and you are one of the first coma patients to be experimented on,David.Your very vivid,life like dreams,are probably just a harmless side effect of these new drugs,David,and will probably go away on their own,in their own time”.

‘Probably’ go away? And,’in their own time’?

Now,at Dr. Flint’s words,I felt that not even the wonderful,sensual,comforting consolation of her own palms gently cupping my cheeks,were capable of dispelling my first,faint,though wholly palpable stirrings of unease.And now,a question surfaced at the front of my mind,a question that suddenly needed an answer,and needed it urgently. But now,I found that it was a question that I was afraid to ask,because I was afraid of the answer.But still,I asked,because I had to know. “Doctor Flint,what happened to me?” And now,my feelings of faint unease,semed to board an escalator,heading upwards,quickly,and my faint unease rose to fear,and dread,as this escalator rose,and rose still higher,as Dr. Flint replied,somewhat reluctantly,as though it was a question that she hoped to avoid,but that she knew that it would inevitably be asked,sooner or later. “You were knocked down in a road accident,David.You were knocked down,by an Election Campaign van.” And now,I remembered about the upcoming General Election,6 months ago. Now,I asked Dr. Flint,with trepidation,”who won the General Election,Doctor Flint?” To which Dr. Caroline Flint replied,angrily,and with an air of great frustration,”oh,the same dozy,useless bunch of cretins got back in again,I’m afraid”. Now,Dr. Flint got up,as though she thought that sudden movement would shake off her unhappy thoughts about the present incumbents of Government,and,with a little more violence than was really necessary,she plumped up,(though ‘duffed up’,was the phrase that came to mind) my pillows,for me.Then,she sat down once more,on the left hand side edge of my bed.

Now,from this more elevated position,looking past the foot of my bed,directly opposite,I could see Nurses Karen and Linda standing at the Nurses Station,talking quietly and companionably together.As Visiting Time had just started,they were soon due to go off duty,but now,my pulse quickened,and I felt an irrational,gut clenching grip of fear,as I now saw that they had changed into yellow cotton ankle socks,and very comfortable looking black,backless,rubber soled shoes,like clogs. And,Dr. Flint,sensing my sudden tension,voiced her concern for me,”David,are you all right?”  “Er,yes,Doctor,I think so”,I replied,uncertainly.Now,Dr. Flint continued,”I am very puzzled,by your case,David.I have never known anything quite like it”.A concerned frown,creased Dr. Flint’s brow,as she studied my face for a moment,before she went on,”you seem to have sustained some injuries,David,that are very strange,and I simply can’t explain them,and that are inconsistent with being knocked down in a road accident.You have very badly bruised ribs,that I would normally see,and associate,with people who have fallen down stairs,but,those bruises seem to have been sustained very recently,and they were certainly not there,when you were admitted to hospital”.

Now,I remembered,from one of my coma induced dreams,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,each placing a foot against my bottom,and,in their over exuberance,in the ‘Sock Room’,propelling me down the 6 wooden steps,where I bumped my head against the huge,deep,hand wash sink,at the bottom,causing me to black out,with their mocking laughter,ringing in my ears,abruptly,and mercifully cut off from my hearing. Now,I felt a slight pressure on my wrist,as Dr. Flint gripped it. “Are you quite sure that you are all right,David?”,she enquired of me,in apparent concern. “Yes,thankyou,Dr. Flint.Please,go on”.Though,I was not all right,at all,I was far from feeling all right,as Dr. Flint continued. “Also,David,you have an awful lot of marks on your bottom.There are some that seem quite old,but,there are many others,that seem very recent,and,believe me,David,if I did’nt know better,I would say that they are cane marks.And,as ridiculous as it sounds,it looks as though you have ben repeatedly,and severely caned,over a long period.But,of course,we can rule out caning as the explanation,as I know for a certain fact,that you have spent the past 6 months,right here,in this hospital bed,in the grip of a semi delirious coma,David”.

And now,I felt almost paralised,as a superstitious,or supernatural dread,I knew not which,gripped me,as I watched Nurses Karen and Linda,at the Nurses Station,as Dr. Flint continued. “The most unfortunate thing about all of this,David,is that it was actually Nurses Karen and Linda,who knocked you down.Just like myself,and a number of other members of staff at this hospital,they are political activists,and while out and about,in our Election Campaign van, spreading the word,about how we can have a better Britain,they unfortunately knocked you down,resulting in your 6 months coma”. Dr. Flint did not enlighten me,as to who’s fault,was the accident,and at that moment,it seemed of little,or of no importance,at all. As now,as I watched,with my shocked mind in a state of turmoil,trying to understand what all this meant,Nurse Linda,with her back to me,put all of her weight on to her left foot,and slowly eased out her right foot,until her toes were resting,on the heel of her backless shoe,her black clog.Then,as I watched her,with a growing,and,somehow knowing,fascination,that was imbued,with a stomach churning fear,and of a despairing,hopeless,helpless dread,Nurse Linda adjusted the position of her right foot,so that now,the tops of her toes rested on the heel of her black clog.And,as I continued to stare at Nurse Linda’s right foot,as though helplessly mesmerised,she,quite absent mindedly,as she continued to chat to Nurse Karen,moved her knee forward,slightly,and this movement caused the yellow cotton socked sole of her right foot,to scrunch up,into a profusion of folds and creases,which had a dark,grimy,and seemingly sweat stained appearance to them.And,as I continued to watch,as though hopelessly spellbound,Nurse Linda’s right,yellow cotton ankle socked foot,such a powerful feeling of déjà vu overwhelmed me,as Nurse Linda,(who,in my minds eye,was now C.S.O. Linda),flexed,and scrunched her toes,in my full,and unhindered view,and I knew,instinctively,with a sense of absolute certainty,that I did not understand,but that I could not deny,that,were I to take hold of Nurse Linda’s dark,grimy,and seemingly sweat stained,yellow cotton ankle socked foot,in both of my hands,and gently start to massage it for her,that it would feel moist,to my touch,and that I would have to be careful,to hide my distaste.

And now,I experienced a blinding flash of insight,as the full incredible enormity,and the full,mind shattering reality,of my premonition,for that is what I now felt,and what I now believed it to be,first dawned upon me,and then exploded upon me,with mind blowing,sanity threatening proportions.

When Dr. Caroline Flint turned her attentions back to me,after looking towards the Nurses Station,and seeing me watch Nurse Linda’s foot antics,and thereby discovering the cause of my somewhat distracted focus of attention,as to what she had just been saying to me,she continued,with an innocent enough phrase,but,when I heard her say it,it resonated,vibrated through my being.”I think that better times are just around the corner,though,David”,prophesied Dr. Caroline Flint.Before I could recover from the mysterious shock,of hearing that phrase,before I could ask Dr. Flint,why she thought that “better things are just around the corner”,I detected a faint,but quickly growing,sour,acidic,tangy,vinegary odour,tainting,and quickly overpowering,the underlying antiseptic smell of the hospital ward,and contaminating the air,with it’s unwelcome,unhealthy,and highly disagreeable stench,and which seemed to be emanating from my right.Upon turning away from Dr. Flint,to discover the source of this nauseating,stomach turning aroma,I I then received what was,without doubt,my most profoundly devastating shock,so far.

The lady in the bed on my right (I was in a mixed ward),had a young visitor,possibly her daughter.This girl was dressed in a school uniform,and my  feelings of dread deepened,as I felt that her school uniform was somehow,strangely,familiar to me.And now,my sense of acute fear and dread surged towards climax,as I looked at this schoolgirl,who was sat in a chair,with her back to me.For,looking downwards,under her seat,I immediately discovered the cause of this noxious,almost eye watering assault,upon my olfactory senses.This schoolgirl,who’s uniform seemed so mysteriously,tantalisingly  familiar to me,had her legs stretched out under her chair,with her white,long socked feet,out of her black school shoes,and with the tops of her feet,resting on the tops of her shoes,so that I could clearly see the whole of the soles of her white socked feet,and,it seemed to me,for somestrange reason,that she was actually showing her feet to me,pointing them at me,it seemed,as though she was proud of her feet.And now,I instinctively knew,that she wanted me to see them.That she wanted me to be proud of them,too.The soles of her white socks,were very dirty,as though she habitually walked about,without her shoes on.Upon closer inspection,I saw that her white socks had a sickly,yellowish discolouration,which looked like more than just foot sweat,as though a vile bacteria was multiplying,at some prodigious rate,and,clearly enhanced,like sinister silhouettes,in this unwholesome looking yellowish tinge,were her heels,the balls of her feet,and her toes,and all of which were dirty,grimy,and in places,almost black,with several days worth of accumulated dirt,and her foot sweat.And now,as though she sensed me looking at her dirty,filthy feet,she started to wiggle,and flex,and to scrunch her toes at me.Yes,AT me.And now,I knew instinctively,felt,in the depths of my psyche,and of my very essence,that,when this schoolgirl turned around to face me,as I knew that she was going to,that I would know her face. And,so it was,that when she did turn around,as I knew that she would,I did recognise her face. For,it was the face that I knew I would see,the face that I associated,with those odious feet.It was the plain,pimply,and decidedly unprepossessing face,of ‘Miss Sally’,from my coma induced dreams,or nightmares,or,what I now perceived it to be,my premonition.For,I now believed that those new,experimental,trial drugs,those brainwave manipulating,brain pattern influencing drugs,had been taking me,in my dreams,to a place,where no one was ever meant to go.I believed this now,with an undeniable certainty,and with a cast iron conviction.

For,now,when Miss Sally looked at my face,I was more than half surprised,when she did not greet me with,”hello,david”,but just looked steadily at my face,and her eyes seemed to drill into my head,into my mind,into my very being.Her eyes,were supremely eloquent,and they told me that she knew me,knew who I was,knew what I was to become,knew where I was destined to be,knew that I belonged there,knew that she wanted me to be there,and knew that she,herself,Miss Sally,would be there too.Would not dream of missing it for the world,her eloquent eyes seemed to promise me.And now,looking into Miss Sally’s eloquent,knowing eyes,I had a sudden,blinding bright flash,of my accursed, and unwanted premonition.I knew that,ultimately,I was destined,by virtue of a contract between my self and Miss Sally,a contract that could never be broken or cancelled,to be her eternal foot servant.I had pledged and promised her,in one of my coma induced,brainwave altered,brain pattern manipulated dreams,to be hers,to belong to her,to serve her,and to forever and ever,praise her feet,and,for all of eternity,to feed and pamper her insatiable,vast ego,with the tasty,satisfying morsels of my praise for her feet,that she would forever ravenously,and greedily devour.

And now,I did not believe that it was my fevered imagination,but,rather,I knew it to be an awe inspiring extension,of my drug induced premonition,when I saw,reflected in Miss Sally’s knowing,’seeing’,shining eyes,images.Appalling,hideous images.I saw the ‘Sock Room’,with my 2 young supervisors,my ‘chastisers’,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda,cane in hand,attending me,as I hand washed the dirty socks of the Town’s females.I saw the 2 recliners,both of which were occupied by female members of the public,who relaxed contentedly,as they watched,with mild amusement,myself,Community Servant david 007,as I dejectedly performed my humiliating,soul destroying duties,in the oppressive dungeon,the wretched drudge house,of the ‘Sock Room’.I saw the Office of my 2 supervisors,C.S.O.’s Karen and Linda.I saw all the portrait prints,of Prime Minister, Caroline Flint,and all of her Cabinet Ministers.I saw the illustrated ‘Art Of Chastisement’ posters.I saw the Town Square,with it’s splendidly innovative facilities,for female leisure and pleasure.I saw the Public Caning Post,with misdemeanant Community Servants,undergoing their ‘chastisement’,their uniform white shorts,pulled down around their ankles,as per the ‘chastisement’ text book manual,to promote enhanced humiliation,and to facilitate the delivery of good,clean cane strokes,against their exposed,bare buttocks.I saw the stocks,on ‘Prostitutes Parade’.I saw the ‘Ladies Of The Night’,like ‘Pleasure Craft’,using one foot to attach themselves to the faces of the Community Servants,by which means they ‘anchored’ themselves firmly,to their ‘berths’,and,once secured thus,in their ‘moorings’,they freely availed themselves,of the fixed in place,proffered faces of the Community Servants,who served in these stocks,to blissfully massage their poor feet,which,as the night wore on,on ‘Prostitutes Parade’,gradually became an agony,of aches and pains,due to standing for long periods,in their very sexy,high heeled shoes,in between seeing their clients,and conducting their business transactions.

And now,all thanks to my accused,unwanted premonition,induced by the new,experimental,trial,brainwave manipulating,brain pattern altering drugs,which were tested on me as a therapy,to try and bring me out of my 6 months coma,I knew,that all of these things would come to pass.I knew,with utter,undeniable conviction,that my coma induced nightmares,my demonic dreams,were like glimpses through a secret window,which was like a tear in the fabric,that separates this world,from that other,obominable world of never ending nightmares,that they were glimpses into the future.My future.

And my bruised ribs,my cane marks,were the evidence,that I had been visiting this future,in the grip,and under the influence,of my coma induced dreams.

And now,as I finally managed to drag my eyes away from the hypnotic,future revealing eyes.of Miss Sally,and away from her white socked,dirty,smelly,sour,acidic,vinegary feet,feet,that I knew,courtesy  of my premonition,that I would be seeing again,and making very personal,very intimate acquaintance with,again,I turned back to Dr. Flint,who,not being far enough away from Miss Sally’s feet,to be immune to their appalling stench,was wrinkling her nose,and waving her hand in front of her face,as though to ward off,to waft away,that foul,oppressive odour,but she was smiling at me,more in amusement,than in distaste,and now,I saw a twinkle,a glint,in her eye,as she seemed to have a moment,a flash,of inspiration,as she looked at Miss Sally’s feet,and studied the dirty,grimy,stinky soles of her long,white,schoolgirls socks,with their yellowish discolouration,as though some form of noisome bacteria was multiplying,at a prodigious rate.

Just then,2 hospital cleaning ladies were walking past the foot of my bed,and,as they looked at me,as they pushed the trolley that carried their cleaning equipment,I recognised their fear inspiring faces,and,it seemed to me,that I was quite beyond being shocked,anymore,for,I knew,that I was already irretrievably doomed,knew,that my fate was already sealed,as I now recognised,from my drug influenced,coma induced nightmares,from my accursed,unwanted premonition,the faces of the ‘Community Services Minister’,Madeline Steel,and the ‘Community Services Liaison Officer’,who’s name I now saw,from the name tag on her overalls,was Harriet Harmman.And,as they stopped pushing their trolley,they scrutinised my face,more closely,and Harriet Harmman’s face,became composed of a puzzled frown,as though she vaguely remembered me,or knew me,from somewhere,and she became mildly frustrated,that she could not seem to place my face,could not think,where she thought she knew me,from.And,Harriet Harmman,the Community Services Liaison Officer of my dreams,(in a manner of speaking!),though,’merely’ a hospital cleaning lady,gave me the distinct impression,that she was definitely a woman not to cross,and she looked quite capable,and equally ready,at a moments notice,to ‘wipe the floor’,with any man,at the slightest provocation,or,for that matter,for no provocation at all,and I had no doubt,that she had put many men ‘in their place’,and,I was equally certain,thanks to my premonition,that she would continue to do so,but,on a much grander scale.

And now,I once again turned to Dr. Flint,to ask her the question,that I had been about to ask her,before Miss Sally distracted me,with her appalling foot stench,and the hideous ‘visions’,that I saw reflected in her bright,shining,revealing eyes. “Dr. Flint,why do you think that better times,are just around the corner?”.Now,Dr. Flint looked directly into my eyes,and now,there was a sternness,there,and there was a hard edge,to her voice,as she replied. “As I mentioned earlier,David,Nurses Karen and Linda,myself,and a number of members of staff at this hospital,are members,and activists,in a new Political Party,that has been gathering a lot of popular support,and we are very strongly favoured,to win the next General Election,which I think will be called sooner,rather than later.Britain,is in an economic downward spiral,and,above all,something drastic has to be done,David,about the Long Term Unemployed”.

And now,I asked my Doctor,Dr. Caroline Flint,though,in my heart,and in my mind,I already knew the answer.”Dr. Flint,what is your Political Party called?”.And now,I recognised that glint,in Dr. Caroline Flint’s eye,for,it was the glint that I knew so well,from her many T.V. appearances in my coma induced dreams,from my premonition,as she replied,filling me with a pure,distilled dread,for I knew,now,that I had actually been present,and personally witnessed,the very moment,of the birth of her brainchild,of her own personal concept,of the ‘Sock Room’.  “The Authoritarian Female Party”,replied Dr. Caroline Flint,Prime Minister to be. “Be sure to vote,for us,david”,she ordered.

The End

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