Gerald and I were in the back seat. He’d taken hold of my hand outside of Vacaville and hadn’t let go. I didn’t want to hold his, but he’d been so gallant and kind, that I even let him squeeze mine a couple times. By the third time, though, I’d had enough and slipped out of his grasp.-- from the free online novel Starved, by Alethea Eason starvedthenovel.wordpress/2013/05/23/chapter-three-die-alien-scum/
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