#38864 - She was holding my hands and across her chest, and started talking about her job, she was a social worker, she talked about some of the children she had seen over the passed month, the OAP’s that should be in a home as they couldn’t cope on their own, I was making the odd comment. As a pension Rachel and I have several houses that are rented out, the money from these is in an account that we can only draw out a small amount each year. To my surprise Rachel told me I didn’t have to go, she then looked through her draws, pulling out a bra and knickers from one, a skirt and halter top from another, I thought she was going to dress in front of me, she then looked into the mirror, “I think I’ll have to have my hair cut, it’s getting too much to comb it out and keep it clean” I told her it would be a shame as she had for as long as I could remember, had long hair, “I know, but some time’s it does get in the way” I offered to brush it out for her, I had done this in the past for her, she