“These hands," he squeezed them both on my face to make his point, "will never touch you without being gentle. Unless that's not what you want, of course." His eyebrow lifted waiting for me to balk, but I just waited.… — Shelly Crane Copy Share Image
“They went out from us, but they did not really belong to us. For if they had belonged to us, they would have remained with us; but their going showed that? non of them belonged to us.” — Anonymous Copy Share Image
