As a professor in 40s, I've always found myself attracted to young female students. I got into a trouble last time due to an affair with a student, but I certainly don't want to repeat that at this university and risk everything.

But all my resolution dissolved the day I saw you sitting at the front row. I love the way you dress for classes, your youthfulness, panache, and that cheerful smile. I need to have her. -says the demon inside me. Then the sane part of me rules against it. I managed to get by your first year in college without making any overt gestures towards you. You seemed to enjoy the university and did not transfer to another college, and stayed with us. You have again registered for my sophomore class. I see you at the student club meetings where I am asked to make appearance by the students. As time progressed you are morphing into a more mature woman and shedding that high school girl look. It was the end of your sophomore year, and the end of the course you were taking with me when I got a grant to work on this pet project of mine. I asked you if you wanted to work on this research over the summer.The temperature outside is certainly hot -its summer after all- but it is not any cooler inside the lab either.

Seeing you in my lab everyday in summery clothes is making it harder and harder for me.Maybe it was your looks that I am attracted to or perhaps it was the youth . Even though I am married to a beautiful 36 year old woman, I always get distracted by students like you. May be it is what people call mid-life crisis. In my 40s, I am already in a tenure track and have published multiple papers, have a beautiful wife, bought a beautiful house 2 years ago.

Yet I am willing to risk it all for you.