Chapter 80

"You dirty bugger," said Ira from between gritted teeth, the overpowering smell of urine invading his nostrils. His knife pressed firmly against Dick's throat.

"So, you thought you could follow me home and attack me?" Ira continued.

"Uuuggghhh," was all Dick could manage.

"After the miserable hateful things you said to me earlier today, I think I am justified in killing you and throwing your carcass into the bushes for the rats to eat. And you know what, Dick?"

"Uuggggh - Uuugghh," came Dick's reply.