It wasn’t brilliant, but by the same token it wasn’t horrible and she had never expected sex to be overwhelming at first. Besides she just wasn’t that much of a sexual person; Bette didn’t even have to speak to Col when they were left alone these days as this new activity had taken precedence and she’d found a reasonable compromise with herself- where by she could daydream of Prof. Lambert while with her boyfriend. But over the last couple of days her system had started to fall apart. It started simply enough with one look- Coleman’s eyes following a disgruntled Billy across the room, and the questions had returned to her mind. She was having trouble controlling her own greedy gaze that seemed intent of tracking the asses and tits of her peers around the cafeteria- and all the while she knew something was coming, a horrendous sense of dread had crept up from her toes through her body and settled over her heart.

Polishing off the last of her tutorial readings for the day with a steaming cup of coffee Bette reached for her jacket and set off for An Introduction to Art History with several tasty points for discussion. How she adored this relic of a building her heart beating eagerly beneath her white t-shirt as Bette caste her gaze over this fortress of learning and felt her features contort under the growing pressure to smile. Yale was home; no matter what else was going on she’d made her way to somewhere that made sense. Stepping through the ajar door Ms Porter couldn’t fight that smile anymore peering down yet undiscovered doorways and kinks in corridors she glided toward her tutorial room relishing the lingering scent of everyone who had passed through this very spot as she arrived perfectly on time, or rather four minutes early.

“Bette” smiled Jill, whirling around B couldn’t help but feel a twang of resentment that her friend had got here before her- robbing her of a few more moments of imaginary bliss.

“Hey” she replied promptly

“Did you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Groden’s left?”

“What?” whispered Bette with bulging eyes

“How? Why?”

Jill paused relishing this rare moment of knowing a little more than the infallible Bette Porter