Terry sprung from the cupboard under the stairs and started to boogie.
Winnie was onto him like a shot.
"Cynthia. Get the net!" She ordered while loading a dart into the stun gun.
Before any of the revellers had a chance to notice, Terry was once again fully sedated and back in his 'room'.
We must strengthen that door, thought Winnie as she poured herself a large scotch while casually meeting the admiring gaze of a handsome fisherman from across the room.
