...d his pockets, so Minerva leaned forward and
grabbed his hands, causing his whole body to start shaking with
trembling passion as she helped him find his pockets and pull out
the... mittens?Minerva wasn't sure why
she hadn't thought of it before, but sure enough, the gloves she'd
asked for from Barry had turned out to be mittens. Not only were
they mittens, however, but they seemed to have been woven as a single
piece in mitten shape, to keep her delicate nails and fingers from
catching on lumps where seams might have been in ordinary mittens.
Plus, they were among the longest, slenderest mittens Minerva had
ever seen, soft and warm to the touch, and yet they fit over her
hands like... well, like a glove. She was quite overjoyed by the job
he'd done as she handed Barry a check for a sum of money that was
probably just slightly less than Barry made in a week, and then
pocketed the mittens."I can't believe
they fit so well." Minerva said as she donned the mittens, which
accentuated the natural shape of her hands delightfully, "Thank
you so much, Barry. Please, keep the change.""N-not at all."
Barry said, "I-it wasn't h-h-hard at all. I c-couldn't get the
measurements of your fingers and feet to stop appearing in my
Minerva remarked with a slig...