I used to see a man at his house in the afternoons. One day we were upstairs in the middle of things when someone knocked on the door. I asked him if he wanted to get that but he said it was only the window cleaner.
They knocked several times. Then the 'phone went. He ignored it. It kept on ringing. he evebtually answered it and omg it was his wife. The person knocking on the door was his daughter who had come home from school with period pains. She was standing outside. He grabbed my clothes and bundled me into the airing cupboard and said 'get dressed'. I could not move.
He went downstairs and let the poor girl in. She went up to bed. He came in the bathroom and got paracetamol. He said 'get dressed my wife is coming home' He was sheet white and sweating.
I got dressed, he practically launched me out of the back door. I missed his wife by minutes.
She asked him why he did not answer the door. He told her he was showering. She called him a 'fuckung wankstain'. I was lucky that day. That was the closest call I ever had