"I could feel the bullets brushing my face.
I can't say that I slept well; moths brushed my face and there was a constant stirring of unknown life around me.
Yet she is not wise enough to abjure bodice-ripper language in the novel's apparent resolution: "A sharp pang of desire pierced me and I moaned.... His fingers brushed my face and traveled into my wild hair.
But then, acting almost as a calming agent, the little powder brush brushing my face reminded me of going down on someone with silky thin pubes (though without me doing the work).
She described her routine — beginning the Tuesday after Labor Day, when she starts on "The View" — as follows: rise at 3 a.m., "feed my cat, wash my face, brush my tooth, on the radio by 5, broadcast till 8 something, then come here".
I think to myself how I can't wait to go home, jerk off, smoke a cigarette and ask myself, "What the hell just happened?" Michelle is thinking along the same lines and this is why I like her. "I'm going to go home, have sex with my husband, wash my face, brush my teeth and pass out".
Most of the time I'll just put on a movie, brush my teeth, wash my face, say a prayer and catch up on any sports news that I had missed that day.
I then brush my teeth and wash my face.
BIKE TO THE SHACK It's a pretty basic morning, trying to splash some cold water on my face and brush my teeth, put on some clothes and jump on my bike to get to the shack.
In the morning I get out of bed, I brush my teeth, I wash my face, I get dressed in the clothes I like best.
