Below, all around, stood truck-sized huts of yellow fiber, rising out of a rippled yellow surface that looked like wet rubber.

The bark had the sheen of wet rubber.

It looked like wet, blue rubber glistening under droplets of water like little round jewels in the glare of the gasoline pressure lantern.

He coughed water out of his lungs and took three deep fast breaths in blackness so absolute it was like cold wet rubber pressed against his eyes.

His right eye was tight against the wet rubber of the eyepiece, now drenched with sweat and skin oil.

The spike was just churning along there, spinning like a black cone of wet rubber and methodically tossing a salad of smashed tree.

I felt my fingers touch the wet rubber of his sea boots.

The millionaire smiled, patting the wet rubber proudly.

While she was gone, I simply waited: smelling the wet rubber of the boat, watching the sun dance on the water... Something moved.

His immense tool was surrounded by rubber, wet, greasy rubber on three sides.