Dirty Hands

ears perked up. (Y/N) groaned followed with a small glare. “Way to keep it quiet.” “Hey, you didn’t say not to say anythin’,” he defended. She rolled her eyes and shoved the bowl of washed vegetables she picked up from the counter and into Gladio’s hands. “Just get to cutting.” She left the kitchen and quickly checked her phone. There was no reply from Ignis yet. Softly sighing to herself, she placed it back onto its charging station. It can’t be helped. They’re busy preparing for their trip and

tracking to my doctor. I would bring to my doc to show him which joints are feeling painful or stiff. He could prescribe something different – RA, Minn The putty would stick out in your head. It is something test your joint hand strength. It gives you everything right there in your hand – PsA, Ra Could empower people with PsA/RA… because you can track it. It does make irreversible joint damage more front and center. It can show you which joints are hurting and which aren’t - RA, Minn The putty is great

laying my palm flat on my bed, I twist my torso to face her. “How about all the details of my date?” She crosses an arm over her chest while tapping her index finger of her free hand on her pouting lips. “Yeah, seems suitable payment,” she says before commencing work on my hair and makeup. Once she's finished, she hands me a mirror, seeking my approval. As I twist my head,

“Deal. Let’s see what happens.” He clinked his glass against mine. I grabbed the door for him, as he carried the girl's drinks to them. Jenny and Aida were sprawled on opposite sides of the tub—arms spread, hands holding onto the edge behind them. Their breasts floated buoyantly just above the rolling water, a beautiful sight for our eyes to drink in. It was a smaller tub, four people would be a tight fit, but that was perfect for what we had planned for the evening. Keith entered the foaming water

Abstract A hand gesture may be denoted as a set of motion parameters mathematically which can be applied to a dynamic motion model. To create a library of motion parameter sets, training may be conducted on various hand gestures. Motion parameters corresponding to these observed gestures can be compared to the created reference library of motion parameter sets to respond accordingly to the observed gestures performed by the user. Background Since ages, user interfaces needed the presence of user

bureau drawer. Trust blazed from his dark orbs as he offered them to Booker with a trembling hand. “Here.” A myriad of emotions played over Booker’s face; surprise, disbelief, uncertainty, admiration, until finally, his expression relaxed into one of pure love. With an unsteady hand, he took the proffered supplies and placed them on the mattress. As he caught Tom’s eye, his heart dipped, and he dropped to his hands so he could plant a tender kiss on his lover’s lips. “Are you sure, baby,” he breathed

My hands start to shake as I step into the ice arena. I can’t tell if I’m nervous or just freezing. The ceiling is decorated with annoying pink and yellow streamers. Seems to be right up Susan’s alley. Susan was a friend I wasn’t used to having. She was one of the most popular girls in school and liked by other peers. Today, however, her persona was more timid and worrisome than usual. I turn my gaze towards her hands fidgeting on her shirt and look up to see her eyes with regret. Skating over to

blood curdling scream! My sister panicked, my dogs panicked and I simply held my hand and walked in the house to show my grandfather. My left little finger was bent at a 45-degree angle at my large knuckle! Have you ever had something hurt so bad that you couldn’t explain it in words? My finger felt like it was being ripped from my hand! I couldn’t even tell my grandfather what had happened. I simply put out my hand for him to see. He said, “Oh my, I think you have dislocated your finger.” It was

Tossing back and forth between my palms, my peach pit leaving sticky residue every toss and catch. I contemplated what to do with this pit after stripping the juicy flesh from its binding surface with my hands and indulging in the sweetness. I remembered my best friend telling me that he loved this variety of peach, from their color to their flavor and texture it was a decadent experience to consume. My plan is to plant this peach pit and grow a thousand more for my love. To begin I dig my hole

radio was quiet, the music providing ambience on top of the rumbling of the car’s engine. The last beat of the current song ended, filling the car with silence. After a few heartbeats, on came the next song, and I turned my head to look at the radio, hand outstretching to turn the dial up. As the strong, pulsing notes of the electric guitar filled my car, a smile came on to my face. It pulled me back, all those years ago, to a night I was ready to party and had hoped it would never end. The song