Tom Oatmeal

From page 32,122 of my Latest Novel

“Her hands were like the hands of a doll, but larger - person-sized, I suppose now that I’m picturing them.  It was difficult to describe, but her caress was different from most women.  Instead of touching my face with a soft, open palm she preferred to ball her fingers up, like fists. Her method was more aggressive than I was used to and at times it was almost painful. Later, at the hospital, I found out from some of the doctors that she had been punching me.”