OK, a sequel is needed!
Lois bent low, took a firm grip of Moyne's shirt with her right hand, planted her right foot, and pulled.
He moved a few inches, but the effort to progress ratio was disheartening.
He was heavier than he looked.
She bent low again and readied herself for another effort.
There was movement and noise at Moyne's feet.
She looked up and gasped.
The prisoner was there.
Thanks!
Corrina.
