Practice Typing

Oh, Miss Evelyn, dear, delicious Miss Evelyn. what would you have thought had you known that I was gazing on all your angelic charms, and that my eager eyes had been straining themselves to penetrate the richness of those charming pouting lips which lay so snugly in that rich mass of dark curling hair. Oh. how I do long to kiss them; for at that time I had no other idea of embracing and still less of penetrating them.