I arrive home to an unexpected visitor. I'm dressed in my office attire, blouse, skirt, pantyhose and heels. The police are in my house and have had a tip off that I am carrying illegal items on my person. Shocked, I put my hands up, why are you in my house? You tell me to take off my heels. Confused I do as you say, dropping to my knees and removing them showing that I'm not hiding anything in there. You are not convinced, telling me to turn round and put my hands behind my back. I'm now shown handcuffed and securely leg ironed. You tell me to move into the living room to be searched. My feet are placed on the coffee table and the officer starts to thoroughly search my feet for any illegal items. I plead for them to stop, I'm not hiding anything. You don't listen knowing that's exactly what I would say. You continue to grope and squeeze my feet and toes determined to find what you are looking for. After a while you give up your search. I must have hid the item somewhere else before I got home. You leave me in my cuffs whilst you arrange a car to bring me into the station. I struggle in my cuffs completely confused as to why this is happening to me. I need to get out of these cuffs and prove I'm innocent.