Out on the street again. "Do you want a feel?" Becky asked Rick.
"OK."
She guided his hands over her belly and sides, and down to her buttocks, turning them both ways and touching
her with his arms as well. "Mmm, only slightly rough hands," she said.
Sharon invited Jim to do the same. "Your hands are soft," she said.
"We work in computers," Rick explained. "I'm in hardware, Jim's in software."
"I can feel little calluses on the backs of your fingers," said Becky.
"Probably where I keep cutting them on protruding bits of sharp metal inside computer cases, that kind of
thing," replied Rick. "You've got amazing feeling."
"Right down to the cracks in the pavement," added Sharon.
"Do you ever wear shoes?" asked Jim.
"I tried once," replied Becky. "But it was like cutting myself off from feeling the ground. Imagine trapping
your feet, surrounded by the same textures wherever you walk--" She shivered. "It was horrible."
Rick and Jim both looked down at their own shod feet, glanced at each other and said nothing.