" Molly was full on sobbing now. Her head against my back, her arms around my waist."Molly, please, let me go, just look at these hands." I stood up s...raight, turning to break her grip with my hands high above my head. I'm black with grime to my elbows. "Let's go inside. We can talk."I shut the hood with a rag, wiping off my finger prints as I go. Then I shut off her car, locked it, and gave Molly the keys. My tool box, jumper cables and spare oil went back into my trunk. With rags and the last. To me holding hands and other gestures like that can somehow be more intimate than sex itself for they imply longevity and an attachment within the relationship. They suggest closeness and a sharing that only comes from both parties making a strong emotional commitment to the partnership. And that’s something I just do not do any more. I also feel uncomfortable making gestures in public and showing my feelings to people I don’t know very well. So most forms public displays of affection do not. Whilst she waited for Lindsay’s decision Vera thought back to those schooldays. The first time she was caned she was sixteen-years-old and had been caught smoking behind the toilet block. It wasn’t pot but that wasn’t around all those years ago. Smoking a cigarette wasn’t allowed and when she got caught she was taken to the Headmistress. Just like today the method of being taken was to be grabbed by the ear and forced along half bending to try to keep the ear from being pulled too hard. Vera. I quickly worked out that it was the son of the elderly couple who own the house, as he and his wife had moved in last year as they were building a new house of their own. (the son and wife are in their late 30’s I’d say).Anyway, as I watched, trying not to make it obvious I was sneaking glances over, he sat there and continued either filming us or taking pics…clearly thinking he couldn’t be seen. Once again, I did a quick mental calculation of the angles, and I was certain he’d be getting a.