You nod your head. "Okay, Wes."

He pulls back from you, shifting his weight away from the wall and onto his own two feet, and as he does so, you feel the knife shift against your neck just enough. You throw yourself to the right. The knife is so sharp that you don't feel it cut you, but you certainly feel the sting of the lemons it was recently used to cut as the juice burns the hair-thin cut in the skin of your throat.

"Don't get cute," Wes snaps. He's in a fighting stance now, and you bring your hands up into loose fists near your face. You haven't taken fighting lessons before, but you know you've got to defend your vulnerable neck from that knife.

Wes moves toward you. He doesn't seem to be intimidated by your willingness to fight. He's edging you in, and as you back up, you find yourself being hemmed in to a corner of the back room. What are you going to do?

Duck underneath his arm and bolt for the door. He's big, but he might not be as fast as you. [[Go to Chapter 44.]]

Knee him in the groin. [[Go to Chapter 91.]]