Master Clark’s crafty eyes darted around as he quietly spat on his finger and wiped it near his eye, weeping as desperately as Romeo, who was hopelessly embracing the poisoned Juliet. His nimble fingers gently rested on Maria’s perky, elastic little butt, while his eyes, like X-rays, stared straight into Maria’s black-and-white nun’s habit, estimating the size of the proud little white rabbits hidden beneath the robe.

The poor little angel actually mistook this rascal for a sentimental poet, her eyes reddening with emotion as she gently leaned her head on Master Clark’s shoulder, making this guy so happy he could hardly contain himself.

In short... this book is both lewd and passionate—just keep reading and you’ll see.