I’m writing a play about an older man who was helpful to a woman crying in the street and he thought that was the end of the incident. At night a knock on his door, the woman wanted to thank him and before he could turn around, she sat on his sofa insisting on holding his hands and him felt her hand was like a wet haddock. He knew she mentally disturbs but didn’t like to say so the worst thing was he was watching his favourite show. He feigned tiredness got up to open the door, she offered to stay he froze by the horror of the thought. She left after kissing him on the cheek. He rang the porter and told him never let in this ****** woman.