“Where is your old typewriter?” asked Alexandra. “It’s in the hall closet.” Stephan looked up from his art easel in the studio. His seductive gaze held her, as did his stance, edgy and ready. “You need it for what? “Project for my writing class,” said Alex as she bent over to pick it up. Alexandra set the machine on her desk and reread the assignment. Address your specific audience. Type a communication to imprint the reader’s soul like a key strike of an old typewriter stamps a letter through the ribbon onto the paper. After loading a sheet paper, she typed....