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    Crash Course

    Story written on July 7, 2026 by Browneyedgirl28.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=118636
    Author Notes: It’s been a minute since I posted something new that isn’t a throwback, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone. So I gave in and wrote the first chapter. I’ve never done an age-gap B&T story before, so we’ll see how this goes.
    Summary:
    As one chapter closes and another begins, a single moment on campus hints that nothing will go quite as planned.

    Phyllis steps closer. “I’m looking for my next Dean of the Art Department.”

     

    Silence sits between them for a few beats. Bette blinks once and then lets out a disbelieving laugh. “Right…” She points to herself. “And you’re suggesting you want me?”

     

    “Yes,” Phyllis says, completely unfazed. “Is that so hard to believe?”

     

    “Well, yes,” Bette shoots back with a small smile. “Since when do prominent universities go headhunting for thirty-four-year-old deans?”

     

    Phyllis doesn’t miss a beat. “Since they realize their art departments are becoming stagnant, damn near irrelevant.”

     

    Phyllis’ statement lands. Bette’s smile fades slightly.

     

    Phyllis continues. “I’ve read your work, Dr. Porter. Your MFA in Visual Arts. Your PhD in Art History. You were an assistant professor by twenty-six.” She steps closer, her voice lowering. “You have multiple widely cited journal articles… and a reputation for pushing boundaries in both theory and practice.”

     

    Bette’s jaw tightens just slightly.

     

    Phyllis tilts her head. “And yet… here you are.” A glance around the modest classroom. “Teaching bright students, yes, but in a department that isn’t built to match your vision.”

     

    Bette inhales slowly.

     

    Phyllis softens, just a touch. “You’re young,” she says plainly. “That’s exactly why I want you. I don’t need someone to maintain the department…” She pauses. “I need someone to rebuild it.”

     

    Bette looks away for a moment, considering. “That’s… a big risk,” she says quietly.

     

    Phyllis smiles. “Only if you’re afraid of what happens when you succeed.”

     

    Bette lets out a breath, a small, almost amused shake of her head. “You’re very convincing.”

     

    “I know,” Phyllis replies easily.

     

    A group of students begins filing into the room for the next class, their chatter filling the space again.
    Bette glances toward them, then back to Phyllis. “I can’t give you an answer right now.”

     

    “I wouldn’t expect one,” Phyllis says.

     

    She reaches into her purse and pulls out a sleek card, placing it gently on Bette’s desk. “One final thing…”

     

    Bette looks up.

     

    Phyllis holds her gaze. “Don’t mistake where you are for where you belong…… I’m catching a red eye out tomorrow night after dinner…I have a reservation for two at Aquimero at eight…I hope to see you there so we can continue our conversation…” She then turns and walks up the steps, disappearing out of the room.

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    1. Thank you so much for this new story. I love your writing. You’re very good at pacing and giving the right weight to an incident. The scene with Bette and Melvin is wonderful. Effortless to picture them at the table, to hear them say those words. You’ve humanised Melvin too, given us a reason why Bette loves him, despite everything. She wouldn’t be who she is without him. I also LOVE your descriptions of Bette in Philly. We don’t see that very often, but it’s important I think to how she carries herself in LA. Just a great opening – please write and post more when you can. I know it’s quiet around here, but you are helping! Big thanks from me.

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