It was like the same game every time, and she wasn’t supposed to suspect what was going on, and when he had the thing out looking in her eye he wanted her to keep her panties on, him the dirty old cuss puffing away getting his fingers slicked in and puffing away. - P61
They had caught on at once to the day’s air of privilege, its holiday possibilities, Enid’s unusual mix of languor and excitement. - P64