The empty hands bunched at his wrists like limp, fleshly lace.

'Not after tonight, he doesn't,' Ferguson said, his hands unconsciously bunching into fists.

His hand bunched into a fist and loosened again.

Norn hesitated a moment, and his hands bunched the reins in fists.

He began to pull up her skirts, his hands bunching the fine linen cloth.

Gant's hands bunched into fists on the plastic seat.

But his other hand bunched into a fist, lifted.

Andropov turned his head aside; his hands bunched into fists.

Seld's free hand bunched the material of his trouser leg.

He threw his arms over his eyes, hand bunched into a fist.