I knew that my tax return was probably inaccurate as there was some doubt about how much income should be declared. It was fair to say that I was nervous.
The assessor, after carefully going through my 179 page RC546(b)iii(F) form, gave me a long, lingering stare over her glasses and broke the silence.
“I feel that you are not being completely honest about your answers” she accused.
“I’m sorry” I stammered. “I’m not good with maths, I’m a bit nervous” I offered by way of excuse as my hands twitched helplessly.
“That’s not a problem” she replied, giving me a wry smile whilst stroking the pussy in her lap.
I followed her into the lift that took us down to one of the basement levels and then along one of the many corridors. Screams now echoed through the walls.
We stopped by one of the many doors, “Interrogation Room 13”.
“Please go inside, where one of my interrogators will help you to relax and ‘clarify’ your answers.