My book wasn't very interesting

My book wasn't very interesting. Flipping through the pages and wishing it would have something worth value. And suddenly, I hear a distant voice. Wondering if anyone else hears it I look up and look around. I try to make it look a little inconspicuous. But I see the source of the voice. It is a lady in a window!

I must observe her and strain my ears to hear her voice. I mean, she's on the, what, third story and behind some window? Well, she sure is a looker, if you know what I mean. Wait, oh, god! I think she's looking at me… or in my general direction. Eh, maybe she's just looking at this goddamn dog. Stupid dog.

God, her voice. She's so delicious looking. Must get closer… I get up and walked closer to her. Not really minding where I am going. Onto the street. Not really caring if a car came by or anything. But no one drives cars in London anyway. And I'm too star-crossed. Oh, good God! She's smiling at me! At me!

(LOL INSERT FREAKY PEDOPHILE SPYING HERE.)

Oh, wow. Oh wow. She's amazing. Oh. Let me gander at her a little longer…

"Alms, alms for a miserable woman!"

Oh. Eh. Better give her something. I give her a little penny to her. "Thank ya, suhr, thank ya,"

She's starting to go away, but maybe she can answer my question. "Uh, ma'am, perhaps you know whose house this is?"

She looks at it. Smiling she grabs a piece of my clothing. "That? That's the great Judge Turpin's house, that is."
Uh. Kind of weird. "And the young lady who resides there?" I must make this sacrifice for that beaut.
"Oh her? That' Johanna, his pretty little ward... but don't you go trespassin' there, young man!
Not if you value your height! Tamper there, and it's a good whippin' for ya, or any other youth with mischief on his mind!" She pulls closer to me. How would ya like a little muff, dear a little jig-jig, a little bounce around the bush! Wouldn't ya like to push me parsley? It looks to me, dear, that you've got plenty there to push!" She makes obscene gesture at me.

Uh. Uh. I am not sure what to take of this. She finally starts to get away from me. "Alms, alms for a miserable woman!"

Well, that was a little weird. Ignoring the fact that I was just verbal molested, I'm going to break out in song about how much I love the girl I saw in a window named Joanna!

(i'm not sure if the judge shows anthony his porno before or after or between this song. because i can't look it up because i lack the movie :c so, that part we shall just ignore… YOU GANDERED AT HER. YES, SIR, YOU GANDERED.)

"I feel you Joanna! Because I know what you've been through! Although I'm not quite sure what it is! I was half-convinced I'd waken. Satisfied enough to dream you, happily I was mistaken, because you were just too amazing and sexy for reality! Joanna!" I slam my back onto a wall in some alley way. "I'll steeeeal you," I mutter. "Joanna," I lower my voice and walk like some kind of thief. "I'll steal you…" I fling myself around a corner "Do they think that walls can hide you!?" I leap and do a barrel roll until I'm under some person's window. "Even now I'm at your window," I peek in and there's nothing there. I am kind of relieved. I get up and stalk again slowly. "I am in the dark beside you…" Mm… "Buried sweetly in your yellow pu—haair!" I ran my hands through my nice and soft hair, trying to imagine it being hers.

I break out into a run and grab onto a street post, swinging on it. "I feel you, Joanna!!" I basically yell to the world. And then I slide down to my knees, lowering my body and voice. "And one day, I'll steeeal you…" I leap then to my feet again. "Till I'm with you, then, I'm with you there!" I'm screaming practically. Expressing my love to Joanna. Perhaps she can hear me. God forbid the judge does. "Buried sweetly in your yellow haaair!!"

Ah, wow. That was fun. Now, I'm seriously going to get a plan. I know! I'll go to Fleet Street and see Mr. Todd! Hopefully when I finally show up he won't be in any serious business like getting revenge or something. That'd be just silly, getting revenge. So, let's go!