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She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before. The message almost missed him it was so elusive. A small lifting of the hand from the arm of the chair at the wrist with a flutter of the fingers and a shift of the head as she read. There was only one interpretation.
Although stunned at first he wanted to return a message equally succinct and terrifying in its import. He wanted with a silent gesture of his own to send back his reply; to see it drill its way into...read more
She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before. The afternoon wind then began to blow violently through the trees, and a mass of dark clouds gathered overhead. He had no sooner asked than forgotten to what question she had responded. Acting as if nothing had happened, they said their goodbyes and parted unceremoniously. She hurried off in the opposite direction, rushing to keep up with her husband. He returned home. The rest of his day was occupied with errands and...read more
She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before. There can be no doubt as to her meaning or her feelings on the matter.
‘Tsk, tsk, that was rude and completely uncalled for,’ he admonished her lazily.
She blew an impatient sigh. ‘Whatever, Meissner! I couldn’t care less what you think,’ she spat out defiantly.
He studied her through the bars of the tiny cell. She sat right in the corner, as far away as she could get...read more
She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before. A flick of the wrist, pop of the hip and a sneer. “Gringo,” she said, and turned away.
Elias stood stunned under the cover of the roof. The church and Yamina stared at him from across the street. What a...read more
She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before.
Her middle finger protruded from the sunroof of the Mustang like a cactus in Hawaii. Out of character, out of place. And yet, the meaning was crystal.
It's on, Damon thought and slammed his Toyota into...read more
She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before. “But - why are we going?” Ben asked timidly, aware only that it was late and the air was cold, and the bed she’d just dragged him out of had been so very warm. She hadn’t even let him put on...read more
She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before. He looked at her, not knowing what to say next. She had never been so angry with him before. He was good with words, but nothing he could say was going to calm her down. She looked up at the sky, and then down at her feet. Her...read more
She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before. She told him with those emerald eyes of hers. But as quickly as she looked up, she was back to her work.
The soap matched her eyes, you know. It was green, lime green. Maybe it was coincidence. Perhaps it was fate....read more
She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before. Issued from her hand, the “boys club” thumbs up looked almost foreign. He was sure, despite her apparent acquiescence, he saw doubt in her eyes. She wasn’t ready; he knew she wasn’t ready, but time...read more
She told him with a little gesture he had never seen her use before. and, not a very polite one at that. but, crude or not, the message was clear. I am not interested in you. as she strode from the table, scott sighed. this was the third girl this month that had dumped him. though,...read more
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