My Professor (illustrated letter)
He could barely control himself. After a few seconds, he spoke in a halting, stammering voice. "Look ... Miss R----- ... I admit that ... well, that I sometimes think of you when ... when ..." His voice trailed off and he looked really pained.
Then, he sighed and took a breath and changed the subject. "And Miss R-----, I admit that I was ... well, harsh with you before ... but ... well, it's just because I ... well, I never liked being ... well, teased by girls. I could tell that ... or at least you seemed as if you were just another good-looking, teasing, insincere woman, and ... well, and now you're doing ... you're doing just what I feared the most. You're being ... cruel and you're playing on my ... my weakness just like ... just like all those other mean, cruel girls. Won't you please stop? Please!"