51.
It’s a beautiful scene really.
Nature’s grace incarnate. The two year old female pit bull leaping from off the
window sill directly onto the face of Detective Cipriani, her front fangs
impaling themselves into his bulbous nose, her claws tearing at his eyes, the
two goons desperately trying to remove the dog but Lulu biting them in the
hands shredding their leather gloves.
I give my right leg one final hard
thrust upwards against the nail, and the duct tape tears away. Immediately, I
swing the now freed booted foot up into the crotch of Second Goon, dropping him
on the spot. Then, lifting myself up, I manage to stand on the same free leg
but, at the same time, bent forward as if bowing for an audience, the chair
legs pointing out and away from my backside like the horns on
