You see, Da Jimmer has been to outer space and he’s different. Very different.

Whether or not an individual changes co’s location on the sexual landscape, the sexual landscape itself might change, …

Nanny Broome was looking up at the outer wall. Just under the ceiling there were three lunette windows, heavily barred and blacked out in the normal way by centuries of grime. Their bases were on a level with the pavement outside, a narrow way which was several feet lower than the road behind the house.

Hey, don't run up on me like that while my back's turned...I might accidentally deck you.