They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.
Brandon and Phillip have an arrangement. It isn't a game; it's closer in spirit to a contract.
Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.
On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.
Nightmares are rarely invented entirely out of whole cloth.
Desire can't move past, only onward.
There are worse things than being lashed.
Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.
Prompt: "swimming in the buff". Carcer watches with ill intent.
Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.