Jim was short and dark with big mustaches and big hands.

When he was satisfied with his hands he went in and went to work.

Nick watched his father’s hands scrubbing each other with the soap.

While his father washed his hands very carefully and thoroughly, he talked.

Her breasts felt plump and firm and the nipples were erect under his hands.

One of Jim’s hands went inside her dress and stroked over her breast and the other hand was in her lap.

“Those must boil,” he said, and began to scrub his hands in the basin of hot water with a cake of soap he had brought from the camp.