She thought of how his hands would feel upon her.

His hands felt as if they must have something to do.

I turned to go, felt her hand on my arm.

There are things you can do every day to help your hands look and feel good.

I tried to stop it but my hands felt so small.

But his hand felt more wood in front of him!

I wanted to find out what his hand felt like, the touch of it.

If I tried to touch it, my hand would feel nothing.

His hand, he said, felt only like it had gone to sleep.

But the hand felt familiar to him all the same.