I had him up against the wall, feet dangling, off the ground; I felt the material of his collar twisting, as I bunched it up in my left hand, to prevent him from slipping out of my grasp. "Let go or else!" he spat at me, in a hoarsely faint, pathetic little voice. I had to laugh. Why had I let myself become such a hopeless sucker for people? "I said let me go!" he breathed at me again. "Or else what?!" I asked incredulously. He started to squirm, as he kicked his legs about and tried to lash out at me with flailing arms. "Oh! You are pathetic. Aren't you?" I said, suddenly dropping him, so that he fell in a slump to the ground. I felt his sus