Ashleigh entered her apartment.  She couldn’t get Dean Porter off her mind.  How could anyone?  The woman was astounding—and she didn’t even know her personally.  She had heard rumors about the Dean—how she had slept with a grad student, cheated on her ex with a carpenter.  All those things did little to dim the star that was Bette Porter.

She knew she couldn’t have her; especially not now that she had her issues with Dr. Gary Smith.  That bastard thought he could have everything his way.  It wouldn’t stop her from fantasizing about the woman of her dreams.

She tossed her backpack in the corner.  Her roommate, Shaun, was walking into the room.  Shaun was a blonde with blue eyes.  She was definitely a looker, but she wasn’t Ashleigh’s type.

“Hey, AJ.”  AJ was Ashleigh’s nickname, as her middle name was Jasmine, “How’d it go with the Dean?”

“It went good, I guess.  She said she’d look into it.  Maybe even get Smith fired.”

“She said that?”

“Not in so many words, but yes.”

“Was she as hot as you had heard?”

“God, yes.  She was so fucking…I don’t know Shaun.  I just don’t know.  If I could describe it, I would.  I don’t know if she felt it, but I felt drawn to her.”

“God, you are so high school.  The woman is, like, forty.  She’s old enough to be your mother, for fucksakes.”

“Whatever, I’m going to do my homework.”

Ashleigh was lying.  She didn’t have any homework to do, but she wanted to get away from Shaun.  The thing about Shaun was that she would refer to anyone who believed in love or anything love-like, she’d refer to them as juvenile.  Maybe it was because Shaun didn’t believe in love herself, or because she had been hurt so many times in the past.

She promised herself that she would let this work itself out naturally.  She wouldn’t pursue, but she wouldn’t not pursue, either.  She wouldn’t seek her out, but she wouldn’t edit her movements to stay away from Bette either.  She knew that even with her best efforts, the possibility of dating Bette Porter was slim to none.  It was impossible for a forty-something, worldly woman to fall madly, deeply in love with a twenty-two year old brat.  Only in her wildest dream would that come true.