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    The Mist (Chapter One)

    “You’re Professor Porter, right?”

    The brunette came back into reality, slightly dizzy from the experience she’d just encountered. “Yes, I am.” She gave the woman a charming smile. “And you must be a new student.”

    The young woman returned the gesture with a winning smile of her own, slipping her wrinkled paper back in her bag before she took it out again to shake Bette’s hand. “I sure am. I’m Christina Kennard, but you can call me Tina… Um, I just need you to check if my name is on your list. Just making sure financial aid came through.” Tina laughed.

    “Oh! Yes of course…” Bette laughed in returned and brought out her updated list of students for today, she scanned the paper until she saw Tina’s name. “…mm-hm, Christina Kennard. Your name is right here.”

    Tina nodded. “Thanks!” The blonde was about to walk to get a seat, before she turned to the professor again. “Is it possible for me to get my syllabus now?”

    Bette rushed to get one from a pile of copies she saved in her drawer, cursing at herself for acting so stupidly in front of this student. “Lack of memory, I swear.” Tina laughed before she accepted the copy from Bette. “We recently started a paper that was due last week, if you’d like, you can give me the report by next week with the second paper. Let me give you the assignment sheet.”

    The blonde waited for a few moments before Bette found a copy of the assignment sheet. She slipped the paper into Tina’s hands, faintly touching soft skin. They paused for a bit, but Tina was the first to pull the paper away from her professor’s hand.

    “Thank you again, Professor.”

    “Don’t mention it,” Bette smiled, her dark brown eyes scanning the blond thoroughly. “If you have any questions to ask, do feel free to stop by my office and ask away. My room number is on your syllabus.”

    “I will.” Tina took a quick look at the cover of her syllabus before she turned to look at Bette. “I’m sure I’ll have lots of questions to ask. I’m not a big whiz in art history.”

    “That will be fixed while you’re taking this course, Tina.”

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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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