Miss Martin, after sundry hesitatings and coughings, with a preparatory choke or two, […] commenced a species of treble chirruping […]

You see the way she looks at you? What are you, some kind of faggot? She's fifteen, man. If there's grass on the field, you can play ball.

The acquisition of sports equipment can be fun in itself.

Oh, fuck off, dickbiscuit.