It's like I the house maid here, not a bodyguard. No sooner had I washed her underwear than she stripping everything off the bed and demanding that be washed to. The was it's going, she's have no clothes to wear and no bedding to sleep in. I plead with her to be sensible about this, but she won't listen. She's barely dry before she's back in the shower, scrubbing herself clean - clean of what I ask myself - but of course it's her mind where the problem is and she can't clean that so she's washing and washing hoping she can convince herself that she is clean.<br/><br/>I have to admit, seeing at first hand the effects of - well not of rape, but just of the thought that someone has been in her home and touched her most intimate possessions. Even victim awareness classes in prison didn't bring it home like this.