Sometime soon we're going to have to stop touching at Earth, just trade among the colonies.

After a time he stopped touching her at all and began talking to her instead.

She reached out, stopped short of actually touching me again.

In 1940, for a brief moment, the democracy stopped touching its hat.

He couldn't stop touching them, and occasionally his hands would fall to the comforter as if to make sure it was real.

I went back on my knees, and stopped touching him.

I moved his hand away from my face, held it in mine, so maybe he would stop touching me.

She would give anything he asked, so long as he never stopped touching her.

"Otherwise it will affect the two of us the moment you stop touching us."

And second I told him to stop touching me.