Collins strode up to the young gentleman , the wind caressing his bulbous head and a smile forming on his pie - like face.
" Excuse me gents " the words rolled off his tongue in an almost beautiful motion. " It appears your shirts are untucked " . The students turned to face him - shocked looks painted across their faces , especially the young girl , Jenny. " our what's ? " she questioned , confusion washing over her face.
" your shirts " . Collins started to sweat " they are untucked and it's against school uniform " . At this point , large beads poured down his smooth head. The students stood there , utterly baffled at his requests.
One of them stuttered " I ... I ... I don't understand "
" tuck your shirts in " Collins spoke in a more assertive voice.
As the students reached for their shirts , Collins couldn't contain himself. His long tongue took a long stroke across his upper lip , moisturising it ever so slightly.
" oh just there " he pointed , the student pressed even more of the white fabric into his shorts.
Collins couldn't believe he got a total of 7 students to tuck their shirts in - he mind danced in celebration. He was truly in heaven.
End of chapter 3
