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    The Mist (Chapter One)

    Story written on August 30, 2011 by FL2011.
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    The smallest of things can change your life forever. Bette realizes this when she gets a new student in her class.(Bette/Tina)

    The young student succeeded only one time though, and Bette regretted every single second of it. Sure she had a good time with Nadia, but the blonde woman was not the most discreet in the world. Even when she would ask Bette questions relating to the course after class ended, she made sure to drop hints about the night they’d shared. When Nadia had tried to kiss her the day after their encounter in front of a few students, Bette had to draw the line. She told the student that she’d had a good time with her, but was not interested in going any further with the relationship. Unfortunately, Nadia was apparently deaf too, for even now, she was still chasing after the brunette.

    The professor sighed, skimming over the report while she marveled at the good writing and research done by the blonde haired student. Red check marks practically covered the whole paper, and Bette finally placed a bright red ‘Excellent’ on the back of the paper along with a few words of advice on improving. Formal. Nothing more, nothing less. She noticed a change of scent, a hint of vanilla and almond intermingling with the clean scent in the air, but her narrow focus on her work gave her no chance to pay attention to it.

    “Maybe this time she’ll settle for this instead of calling me in the middle of the fucking night at home,” Bette muttered before she tossed the report into a smaller pile by her big one. “Un-fucking-believable! I can’t believe these women sometimes. ”

    The sound of a throat clearing finally brought the professor to attention. Bette cursed inwardly, but the student who waited for her response heard the silent “Shit!" the professor emitted. Trying to forget the embarrassment she was feeling at the thought of this student hearing her foul language, Bette looked up and was immediately stunned by the sight above.

    “I’m sorry…” The student who stood before her quickly took a wrinkled paper from her black canvas messenger bag, glancing at it before she looked at Bette. “…I’m supposed to be in an Art History course. Are you Professor Porter?”

    Bette did not realize that the atmosphere in the room suddenly became still. She no longer heard her own thoughts. There was a quiet voice she had at first mistaken for her own inner voice, but it was not hers. As Bette focused more on the blonde beauty before her, she was confused by the whisperings she began to hear in her ear. She could not understand them, but they felt oddly comforting, like a weight being lifted off her shoulders.

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    1. i once had the rare opportunity to actually view an exhibit of jackson pollock paintings at the SAM. my sister being a great fan of pollock, invited me along. my first reaction after viewing two of his works was, “gee. i can do that. a few squirt bottles filled with paint and aim at the canvas..” needless to say, my sister interrupted me by “letting me know” that his method was the drip method. taking a brush dipped in paint and “dripping the paint onto the canvas…” rather extrodinary. (as i said, “gee i can do that…”)i found his works very “out of place” for the period they were created, yet found them fascinating.and here is a story relating jackson pollack to tina and bette. sooo great!i am so loving this story and the interesting twist to a different view. and dare we say, “oh oh. the fight is on?” i am sure nadia will vie for any attention she can bring on herself to create a rift between bette and tina the student. gonna be an interesting ride. thumbs up to you for a great start. can’t wait to read more and thanks for taking the time to share with us.

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