Lisa, as your principal I find it very inappropriate that you've followed me home to my farm home and that you're now refusing to leave.
I love you.
You don't love me. You're just looking for any man to shack up with to help take care of the baby you had with that old pervert who picked you up in his van.
I'm tight.
I read that. It's all here in this rather innappropriate crudely illustrated love letter you sent me.
