The second hand on his watch gave him twenty-two seconds.

If anything, it made him feel worse to think that his hands were giving such pleasure when he was feeling nothing.

Now the hand opened a little, without his instruction, and gave him the once over.

One can't see doubt through a hood; but a man's hands often give him away.

And then his hand, moving on her, gave the answer.

He spoke the words but his hands gave the orders.

His hands gave a final squeeze to my shoulders, but he didn't take them away.

She bet those hands gave women a lot of pleasure.

I figure eight hundred hands will give us a nice base line.

Later in life, hands will give praise, love and food.