What an entirely different set of beings were those Stokesley children in lesson-time. . . . Poor, listless, stolid, deplorable logs, with bowed backs and crossed ankles, pipy voices and heavy eyes!

He says oh that feels great, could you squeeze a bit harder on my cockhead?

There, characteristically, he refused to be carried on a stretcher, saying he was too heavy for nurses. He walked in with their support.

I worked for an employment agency, doing placements. They divided the girls into placeables and unplaceables.