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61 " I was thinking of Cambridge, and then I got a bit homesick for a minute, ’cause I never been this far away from home before. But then I remembered you’re here, and now I’m not homesick no more. "
― J.L. Merrow , Muscling Through
62 " Up past the King's is this stone bridge with big stone balls on it. Larry said it was Clare Bridge. I said I hoped they'd stuck those balls down properly, 'cause i didn't fancy one of them coming down on us when we went underneath. Larry thought that was really funny, but I don't think he'd have been laughing if half a ton of stone dropped through the bottom of the punt. "
63 " I thought my mum would be probably rather have us round for tea in her room, but Larry said he wanted to take he out proper.I liked that idea because it like he thought we was proper, you know? Like, not just fucking. "
64 " See? I knew that’d get you in the mood. Good luck finding your lowest common denominator. Just remember, no multiplying until the third date. "
― J.L. Merrow , Caught! (The Shamwell Tales, #1)
65 " We all walked down the street together, looking like a sort of pick-and-mix adopted family: dad, disabled mum, and two differently mixed-race kids. Madonna would have been so proud of us. "
― J.L. Merrow , Slam!
66 " Larry says it’s sandalwood, and it’s called that ’cause of the Latin name. They don’t make sandals out of it or nothing. "
67 " Excrement, meet air-moving device. "
― J.L. Merrow , Relief Valve (The Plumber's Mate #2)
68 " Or, if the Sun wrote it, Poofter Plumber goes Postal in Potter’s Bar. "
69 " I spent a restless night plagued with excruciating dreams of Adam sucking me off in front of Matt, Jay and my mother. Matt and Jay weren’t paying much attention, being too busy excavating each other’s tonsils with their tongues, but Mum was staring with folded arms and narrowed eyes, occasionally muttering, “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Timothy—show a little enthusiasm! "
― J.L. Merrow , Hard Tail (Southampton Stories #2)
70 " —activity holidays are a whatsit. Contradiction in terms.”“Oxymoron.”I flipped him a finger. “Same to you with knobs on. "
― J.L. Merrow , Heat Trap (The Plumber’s Mate, #3)
71 " I like everything about you, Larry. I like the way you look and how you’re so clever, and I like it when we laugh together and watch TV together. I like going to art galleries with you and hearing you get all bitchy about some of the artists. I like watching you when you’re doing marking, ’cause you get these funny looks on your face. I like watching you sleep and hearing that snuffly noise you make. I like waking up with you at weekends and spending the day together, just doing stuff like walking round town and shopping and cooking and stuff.” I kind of ran out of breath after that.For a moment, I thought he was going to cry.“Is there anything you don’t like about me? "
― J.L. Merrow
72 " I’ll learn all the katas and be the ninjing-est ninja that ever ninjed.” Bubbles whined, so I bent down to rub his silky little head. “Is it the c-word, Bubbs? Don’t you worry, we love the doggas as well as the katas.” David laughed. "
73 " Bloody hell, it was just like the Tardis in here. It all sort of opened out, wider than a drugged-up hippie’s mind. "
― J.L. Merrow , It's All Geek to Me
74 " Roll over," he said, his voice all rough. "Jude, I want to be inside you. Is that okay?"I sort of whimpered. Then nodded vigorously, in case he couldn't speak whimper. "
75 " It’s the fish I feel sorry for, in all this global warming. They don’t even have a carbon footprint. "
76 " Or have you simply been enjoying that North African river cruise?” “You what?” “In de-Nile? "
77 " Sod it. If he laid a finger on my David, I’d just have to use my newfound martial arts mojo and kick him in the Knuts. "
78 " And yes, I let him fuck me because it’s been so bloody long I’ve almost forgotten what my prick’s for. "
― J.L. Merrow , Pricks and Pragmatism (Southampton Stories #1)
79 " It was funny—I’d sort of expected this place to be all dark and furtive, full of blokes darting nervous glances over their shoulders in case anyone they knew wandered in by mistake and saw them. Instead, it was all bright, gleaming white, the merchandise proudly displayed like a prozzie in an Amsterdam window. Only a lot less likely to give you the clap. "
80 " I grabbed the case and gave it a cuddle. “My darling! Thank you. Come on in and have a coffee. Or a tea. Or my first-born child. You choose.” “Well…”“No, you must. You saved Vanessa’s life.” “Vanessa?”“My violin. Come on, come in. I’ll get out the proper stuff that actually comes from real beans.” She took a hesitant step forward. “Are you sure you need any more caffeine?” I frowned. “Why do people always ask that?Merrow, JL. Slam! (Kindle Locations 570-576). "