Doreen had been waiting for the call.
She had only placed the card in the newsagents only a few hours earlier
Doreen could not believe her luck that PJ (a single man) had been the first to call.
She hadn?t even had to turn anyone away.
She prepared her guests room for his arrival.
I eventually found the address.
The directions I was given were correct but the house was well out of the way of the main road down a country lane.
I knocked on the door and waited.
Thirty seconds later a female opened the door. ?
You must be PJ? said the blond woman dressed in a blue skirt and white blouse.
“Yes,” I said as she invited me into the house and into the living room.
The house was very large and well looked after.
The woman introduced herself as Doreen and invited me to sit down on the sofa.
She double-checked my details about my reasons for staying the night.
I confirmed that the reason I was traveling alone was that I had no family and few friends.
Doreen offered me a drink and I accepted a cold drink of orange juice.
As I drank my drink Doreen spoke of her rules for the house.
Stating that she had the final say in meals and bedtimes.
What the hell was she going on about, I thought to myself as I finished my drink.
Still, I was only staying one night anyway and I didn’t really care what types of rules she had.
Doreen took my glass from me and took it out to the kitchen.
The drug will start to take effect soon she thought to herself as she picked up her handbag from the side table in the kitchen and returned with it to the front room.
I was starting to feel very hot and uncomfortable; when I tried to stand I fell to the floor.
Doreen was standing over me.
“Are you ok” She asked, as I looked up at her.
I tried to get up but became weaker and weaker by the second.
I was on my back and by now my limbs felt so heavy I could not lift them.
I tried to talk to Doreen but my tongue did not function properly and only mumbled jargon escaped my lips.
I even started to dribble!