He put it back on his belt and looked around him.

And he had the tools with him, here on his belt.

Her hands were on the belt, almost as if to deny him.

The man looked down at the knife on his belt.

But then his gaze happened to fall on my belt.

All he wanted to do was reach the control unit on his belt.

To free his fingers from the hold on her belt was more than he could do at that moment.

The man was wearing a ring of them on his belt.

I grabbed her hand and put it on my belt.

I was using the second hole on my largest belt.