She’d wanted to cry. For a while, his words had made her feel so special. She, Alaina Bishop—a nobody—was the one who rocked his world. Twice. N...ot some actress, or a model, or a dancer. Just her, a classmate who’d been cursed with the worst Class in history.But she wasn’t special. She’d had her moment, and then it had passed.And that made her angry.“Um, should I not ask about things related to your Class?” asked Will, bringing her back to the present.She frowned. He’s still Will, I guess.. She looked up at me, confused for a moment before she recognized me. "I'm screwed, Tom. I got kicked out of my house, yesterday. And Jeaney took off and left after we had a fight this morning. Said she was going to Texas with her boyfriend. I got no job, no money, no car, and no place to stay." She put her face into her hands again. Jeaney, I remembered was her daughter, and must have been about twenty at this point. "What happened to Jeffy?" I asked, referring to Dena's husband. "He left me. When I reached the house it was locked. I opened it with a duplicate key and went in side. My husband had left a letter on the centre table saying that he had to go to Delhi on an urgent tour which was decided only in the late evening, and he would be back after a week. I showed it to Bajaj and asked to come for dinner after an hour. He went to his house. I prepared some rotis and dal with vegetables. I also prepared kheer with saffron, which I had heard from Neelu that Mr. Bajaj will like.. The six-foot-two, two-hundred-fifty-five-pound, dark-skinned, barrel-chested man got out of his bed. He marched down the hallway and into another bedroom.Terry examined his cute, slim stepson asleep. He walked over to the bed and ripped the black graphic comforter off the bed. The purple top sheet came off with it.Terry’s naked five-foot-six-inch, redbone stepson, Ashton, came to life and wiggled his tush. “Good morning, sir,” the sissy purred.Terry slapped the tender booty in a firm yet gentle.