Xiumin relaxed against the back of the head board. All he wanted to do was curl up and sleep away the day’s stress but he was supposed to be working. If it wasn’t for Miss Dinner Time giving him a few minutes to unwind from previous clients, he was sure he would have went crazy. She sat next to him, her thick legs brushing right up against his slimmer ones. Even the contact of her bare skin wasn’t enough to distract him from what the dean had told him earlier that day. It seemed that everyone’s stress was peaking out at the same time. To Xiumin, it seemed like the end of the world. Everything he had ever worked hard for was being threatened again by the very people who promised a secure education. Was everything truly vanity in the world?   He turned his head to look over at Miss Dinner Time who was quietly watching him. Normally her dominate personality would immediately demand an answer on what was wrong with him. But tonight, she seemed to since his edginess, bringing out the more domesticated personality of hers. She stared him right in his eyes not scared to confront whatever problem he was facing head on. Just those small acts touched him to his core. Giving her a small smile, he reached for her hand to give it a squeeze.   “What can I do for you tonight?” he spoke.   “Nothing. Just relax and talk about what is bothering you,” she replied, curling into his side.   “I am supposed to be servicing you,” he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her.   “You are servicing me by doing what I request. I request you to relax and tell me what is wrong,” there goes that dominate woman coming out to play.   Xiumin sighed, not really wanting to burden her with his problems. But she did demand it, “Well, ever since the commercial for Agit came out, school has been a hassle for me.”   “Are you famous there amongst the ladies now?” she teased.   “Yes, but quite a few of my professors are proactively trying to limit the amount of exposure I have to such ladies during instructional time.”   “As they should. They can’t have you distracting the whole campus with your good looks, now can they?”   “It’s not that, I mean, even I try to avoid some people while I am there. It’s just that I have one professor who doesn’t like me even stepping foot in his class. So I went to the dean today and he told me that I could be put off campus because I work here! Can you believe that?”   Miss Dinner Time sat up slightly, “You mean they threatened your education because of where you work? Do you attend a private college?”   “Yeah I do,” he mumbled dejectedly.   “I think I know which one you may be talking about. So do you have to quit here in order to continue going to school there?”   “That is what they told me. But I only got a job here to pay for my college fees there! And now they are saying my job isn’t good enough for them. Even though I am now paying on time, now I am tarnishing their image.”   She raised her hand to the side of his face soothingly, “How many more years left do you have?”   “After the end of this year, I will only have one more year left.”   “And there is no way for you to stay working here?”   He shrugged his shoulders, “The dean told me that if the professor gets enough signatures to put me out he would give me a month to quit before he exercises his right to force me from the school.”   “Well,” she said with a smack of her lips. “Let’s not focus on that anymore. That was very depressing news especially since you are so close to graduating! Did you save any money from