Pull up his pants

Despite the stern instructions from the headmistress that he should wait right there, Alex is pretty sure that doesn’t mean that he can’t pull his pants up. In fact, given that her husband is here in the building, it probably goes without saying that she would want him to at least do that much.

He slides out from under the stove and pulls up his pants, being particularly careful in tucking in his still-sensitive cock. He looks around the kitchen and jumps with a startle, seeing a black-faced boy staring at him. Upon closer inspection, however, he realizes it is a mirror, and he is seeing his own soot-covered face staring back at him.

He steps closer to the mirror and takes a better look. His face is so covered with filth that his own mother wouldn’t recognize him. If the headmistress took the time to study his face, he’s pretty sure she still wouldn’t know who he is. As it is, she didn’t have much time to study him, because of her husband’s timely interruption.

Alex wonders if he should try to make his getaway now while there is still a chance.