I stood there, naked as the day I was born, watching as the hot water filled the tub, a thick layer of foam taking life on the top.

I needed it. I stunk to the high heavens. The overwhelming scent of horse piss and wet straw clung to my clothes, but even stripping of them didn't rid me of the smell.

"Can I wash you?" Deacon asked. He was sat on the lip of the tub, still dressed, and he was acting very timid with me, as though he was unsure whether I was going to break down or blow up.

I think I felt closer to a break down...