Too Late

"Morning Eric."

Eric freezes as he hears the voice. He'd been so busy searching the staff room he hadn't heard anyone come in!

Spinning he turns to face the door, his hands quickly coming down to cover his boxer shorts. "Mr. Jackson," he finally manages to say.

Stood in the doorway is indeed Mr. Jackson, the shop owner who is currently staring at Eric's lack of trousers. "What the hell is going on here?"