Instead, he drew up a chair and placed his fat hands on the table.

He leaned on one fat hand and reached the other up to my face.

One fat hand waved in the direction of the street.

"Take your fat white hands off me, you thing with no balls."

There was a glass, a tumbler, in her fat hand.

Bat waved a fat hand toward one of the chairs.

His fat little hand closed on my arm with more power than I'd given him credit for.

Then he leaned and grabbed with his two fat hands at a particularly big, hard lump.

He was twisting his fat white hands together as if rubbing in oil.

A fat hot hand snatched at the seat of his pants.