I'm too distracted to work. My mind is full of thoughts. Who is he? What will he do next? When will he attack? Will it be in my home or out in the street, dragged down a dirty alley? Will he be quick or slow? Will he threaten and use a knife? Will I see his face? Will he use a condom? What if I recognise him - will he kill me?<br/><br/>Then suddenly just after lunch my mind clear, everything goes calm and I begin to think rationally. I've been having weird thoughts, ones that just don't make sense in my situation. Why, I've even thought that it might be Dave. Dave, the man who is protecting him. The only man I rely on and trust.<br/><br/>It is clear what I have to do.<br/><br/>On the way home, I drag Dave around several lingerie stores. It is obvious he is uncomfortable there, but I'm not going around commando style.<br/><br/>When we get home, I tell him my idea.<br/><br/>'Dave, I can't live like this. This guy is in control. We need to trap him. Get him out into the open somehow. Give it some thought, will you? Come up with a plan for me, please, it's the only way.'