My intention, initially, when you granted me permission to treat your apartment as my own, and to come and go as I pleased (we were, as you pointed out, practically married) was wholly honorable.
I only desired, in secrecy, to strip away the confines of corset and petticoats, and attire myself, for the afternoon, in one of your suits so that I could work on my equations while relishing the liberty of movement granted solely to members of the masculine sex.
(And oh what bliss to contemplate and formulate to my heart’s content without gasping for breath.)
But when you discovered me, clad solely in my unbridled intellect, experiencing absolute emancipation from the layers and laces meant to manipulate me into the perfect vision of propriety, it was the most exhilarating moment of my life!
That you broke off our engagement made me realize how little you appreciated my assets, after all.
Something short and lighthearted this week-using the third definition of the world manipulate.