restless at the fact the peace had been disturbed repeatedly.
There were times, many times I fought back. In fact, there were times I punched him right back in the face or bit his arm or hands or anything else I could get a hold of, but if anything, that seemed to entice him further. I am not sure why but me hitting him back didn’t seem to deter him; if anything, he got more excited by me trying to defend myself.
For a long time, that’s how our relationship continued till I was called to do jury service.
There was a case where I was involved in jury service and although the role didn’t last for long, the memory of the court case lasted with me for a life−time. I recall a young lady similar to my age being called to the witness