Defendant, only. Restraining order – check! He’s got ten years, four counties on record with future dockets and dates. He comes on strong, looks at me and I can tell, I’m his type- by the way he stares at me, or how he won’t let me have a conversation elsewhere, The forward manner in the way he moves his bar stool closer and dominates, forces charmingly and gives me his number so he can message me 0 every night, vaguely enough not to be disrespectful, but just desperate enough to know - I am lonely. Married, if not, nearly, two children. Offers me a way to move in, low rent, Maybe. Swallows whiskey from the bottle, chases it with coke. Hands it over to me, gentlemanly, Hands down, twiddling fingers, the drunk dial pay off – he walks downstairs. Forgets his phone, comes back and goes. Work wake up and return the next day, I can hear the rumble of his engine, as it leaves, comes back, and leaves ag...