“Pansy," Murphy sneered.Thomas leered at her. "You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.”
“Ready when you are Sergeant Pempbry.”
“Anticipation tingled in my stomach: the kind of tingle that at first you don’t know if it’s a good tingle or a bad tingle – just a tingle.”
“(sergeant thinking about an excellent detective who's threatening to quit)For a squad sergeant, having Worden working for you was like having sex: When it was good it was great and even when it wasn't so hot, it was still pretty damn good.”
“I want to sleep in your bed."Her thighs tingled. "You must really like my mattress."He grinned. I never heard it called that, but yeah.”
“If you make some comment even obliquely alluding to menstruation or menopause and its effect on my judgment," Murphy interrupted, "I will break your arm in eleven places.”