[Chasmo]

First, apologies for taking so long to get what was supposed to be a pre-holiday short posted. I ran into some health issues on Christmas Eve and am only now beginning to recover (not looking for sympathy -- merely an explanation). I'll also own up to this not being my best work and apologize in advance for any qualitative fall-off. That said, as always, I hope that you enjoy. BTW, it looks like Sarah Palin will share the stage with Danielle for the next installment which I hope to have up next month.

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"Mom, hurry up . . . it's almost time for my solo," pleaded ten year old Maria Parnell who, dressed as an angel, was making her first appearance in the annual St. Mary's Christmas Pageant.

"Just stand still, Maria," chided her mother, Danielle Marie Parnell, as she wiped Maria's face down with a moistened tissue, "that ridiculous Silver woman has put so much makeup on you that you look like a cross between a harlot and a clown."

Seeing her daughter's eyes well-up, the ordinarily unfeeling alpha-lawyer realized she had gone too far.

"Now you look perfect sweetie," she said softly, "like mommy's little angel should."

As the little girl's frown turned quickly upside down, warmed by her mother's affection, she hugged Danielle saying, "thanks mom . . . love you," and headed for the stage.

Walking down from the stage and out to her seat in the front row of St. Mary's Basilica in Annapolis, Danielle basked in the lustful stares from the town's gathered men and boys none of whom could pull his eyes away from the stylish and sexy uber-MILF. Bedecked in holiday finery, the stunning 44 year-old, with a face and body that rivaled women half her age, looked truly spectacular.

Stemming from a towering 5" pair of Christian Louboutin off-white patent leather pumps, the diminutive beauty's perfectly sculpted ankles and exquisitely muscled calves disappeared above the knee beneath the flared skirt of an ivory, satin Balenciaga dress, the top of which, cinched tightly at her athletic waist, was effectively a sleeveless bodice that left no doubt as to the ample nature of the sexy suburbanite's ample bosom. Danielle's spectacular toned shoulders, tanned as was the rest of her from a recent Caribbean sojourn, were covered by a white and silver fur lynx shrug that opened in the front to profile her mouthwatering cleavage and d****d downward from her supple neck to the feminine turn of each elbow masking from view the upper portion of Mrs. Parnell's leanly muscled arms.

Befitting the classic elegance of her winter ensemble, Danielle's shoulder length brown mane, kissed by blonde highlights from her time in the equatorial sun, shimmered regally. Her emerald eyed visage, made up in subtle, natural hues, was rendered more alluring by the Christmas red lipstick that framed her perfect, white smile.

None of this was lost on Mrs. Parnell's admirers, whose adoration on the one hand fed her limitless ego while on the other filled her with disdain both for the pathetic voyeurs themselves -- perverted losers -- as well as for their wives and girlfriends -- the cows. In fact, one of Danielle's biggest thrills came from the one-two punch of not only calling out some suburban father whose gaze lingered a bit too longingly at her stellar beauty but doing it loudly, and publicly, in front of his wife or daughter so as to cause them to share in his humiliation. What peasants they are -- all of them.

Despite her disdain for the general population, the manipulative minx also new exactly how to use her wiles to further her ends -- or in this case those of one of her children. As a general rule, the annual St. Mary's Christmas Pageant was a seasonal celebration for the entire Davidson community. It typically featured performances by adult and children's choirs, the local chamber orchestra, the St. Mary's Bell Ringers and other similar fare.

Of course, the pageant not surprisingly also profiled soloists and small groups, be they instrumental or vocal. As a very talented young singer, Maria Parnell had been selected from the children's choir to perform a duet with young Jackson Wray, the cute-as-a-button son of Mrs. Katherine Wray who, like Danielle, was one of Davidson's most attractive women. For Maria this was a dream come true. The little girl not only loved to sing but believed that sharing the stage with young Jackson Wray would be a boatload of fun. Her mother on the other hand perceived the idea of a duet as an affront to young Maria's talent and made it her mission to ensure that her daughter's "star turn" came in the form of a solo.

The execution of that mission required merely that Danielle Marie Parnell play to her greatest strength -- the manipulation of men. In this case that man was Adam Hess who, in addition to periodically serving as a bailiff when Danielle sat on a pro bono basis as a judge in Davidson Municipal Court, was one of a very few men with whom Mrs. Parnell was willing to waste even a moment of her time. In fact, despite her contempt for his having married that ridiculous Rebecca Ross, Danielle found the athletic, six foot four Mr. Hess, although clearly a barbarian, to be quite attractive.

What's more, she knew he was unable to resist her charms as she had often caught him staring at her in the court room and, on more than one occasion, loudly chided him for doing so. She had already used that fact to her advantage in helping her son Will gain admission to the prestigious Gonzaga High School where Mr. Hess was both an alumnus and a trustee. That he was also the "chief bottle washer" for the Christmas Pageant would make Danielle's mission a cakewalk. Thus, completely cognizant of both her beauty and guile, the sexy solicitor, with a smile on her face, had earlier in the day been easily able to again bend the hapless Hess to her will in turning the Parnell-Wray duet into Maria Parnell's solo.

Katherine Wray was also capable of turning men's and boys' heads, particularly attired as she was for the Christmas Pageant in a very form-fitting red wrap-dress and high black heels. Unlike Mrs. Parnell, however, Mrs. Wray was almost completely unaware of her pulchritude or its impact on the opposite sex. That fact, together with her easy going Southern style and genuinely friendly demeanor, generally made her equally attractive, inside and out, to men and women alike.

That said, upon discovering when she arrived with her son Jackson at St. Mary's that the young boy would not be singing a duet but would rather be just another voice in the chorus, Mrs. Wray's ordinarily laid back approach to life turned on a dime. When she further learned that the reason for the change was the meddling of one Danielle Parnell, Katherine determined, then and there, to finally stand up to the diminutive little show-off and make sure that for once she didn't get her way.

And so, as holiday revelers continued to take their seats in the cavernous house of worship, Katherine Wray left hers to head up onto the large makeshift stage set up in the buildings great choir to make certain that Jackson was restored to his "rightful" role. As the towering southern belle stormed past Mrs. Parnell's front row seat, the latter woman smiled like the Cheshire Cat delighted that her machinations had once again undercut one of Davidson's "lesser" women.

As Mrs. Wray reached the top of the stage, she recalled that Maria and Jackson were originally scheduled to open the show by descending, dressed as angels and singing sweetly, on a platform that was to be lowered from a catwalk high above the stage -- and out of the site line of the audience.

Looking up, and with mere minutes before the pageant was to begin, the lithe beauty spied Amanda Silver and Miranda Ross, two Davidson teens now nearly twenty, helping Maria Parnell get situated on the platform for the grand opening. Knowing she needed to intervene quickly, Katherine grabbed her own son from the chorus and made her way with him to the ladder -- on the stage's wing -- that led up to the catwalk high above.

As the leggy runner began her ascent in a pair 5" heels, the neck of any man within eye-shot snapped to attention to take in the glory of her intensely exercised legs. That each step she precipitously climbed gave them a better view of her spectacular build was merely icing on the cake to her nearly drooling admirers. What's more, in her determination to reinsert young Jackson into the spotlight, Katherine neglected to realize that as the terrified child climbed up behind her, his ten year old hand was clutching for dear life the festive red tie that held her fashionable wrap dress in place.

Spying Mrs. Wray and her son ascending the towering stage wing ladder toward the catwalk from which Maria was going to make her grand entrance, Danielle's mirth turned quickly to concern.

"That gawky bean pole," Mrs. Parnell thought to herself, "she's going to try to steal my little girl's thunder by putting that half-witted son of hers back in the show . . . not on my watch."

With that thought, and as confidently as ever, the emerald-eyed uber-MILF hastily rose from her seat and took wing toward the stage after the meddling Katherine Wray, relishing as she strode toward the ladder how she would take the boyish nobody down a peg or two.

In the meantime, Amanda Silver, whose mother Nicole was by day also a powerful D.C. alpha lawyer but on this night was the volunteer director of the children's chorus, and Miranda Ross, the daughter of on the one hand, Adam Hess, who Mrs. Parnell had manipulated into changing the children's duet into a solo for her own daughter and on the other, Rebecca Ross, who resented that Danielle always seemed to be teasing her husband, watched with a mix of laughter and panic as Katherine, and now Danielle, climbed toward them.

"Here comes trouble," quipped Amanda only half-jokingly to her friend, out of the earshot of young Maria Parnell who had not yet noticed the impending commotion.

"You better let your mom know," responded Miranda as she pointed to the headset that Amanda Silver had on so as to permit her to speak to her mom Nicole who as volunteer choir director was about to start the show.

As she listened through her tiny earpiece to Amanda's request that she try to delay the pageant's opening, Nicole Silver grew increasingly annoyed. Of course that Parnell woman is involved in this, she thought. And what on earth is Katherine Wray trying to prove. Nonetheless, she let Amanda know that she could direct the band to continue its rendition of Jingle Bells for another verse or two before Maria Parnell descended to the stage. Straightening the front of her deep red, long-sleeved, velvet choral gown that went from her neck almost all the way to the floor, Nicole tried to convince herself that all would be well.

"You hold it right there you two," boomed Katherine Wray's voice -- absent it's ordinarily dulcet tone -- as she purposefully strode the catwalk, Jackson in tow, toward where Amanda and Miranda stood with Maria Parnell. "As God is my witness, Jackson is going to be on that platform singing," she raged.

"Please Mrs. Wray," pleaded Miranda Ross, "the show is about to start and we've been told that Maria is doing a solo tonight. I know you and Jackson are disappointed, but there is nothing we can do."

"Is that so," snapped Katherine, "little Ms. Show Off over there bats her eyes at your dim-witted father and my son suffers -- I don't think so."

Just then Danielle arrived on the scene equipped, as always, with a withering put down.

"What your son suffers from is a lack of talent," she said to Katherine disdainfully. "Now why don't you stop making a fool of yourself and half-pint over there and take that K-Mart creation of a dress back to the audience where you belong."

"Who are you calling half-pint . . .," Mrs. Wray raised her voice as Amanda and Miranda shuttled the children out of harm's way.

Circling each other like panthers as they exchanged increasingly vitriolic barbs, the two fetching Davidson mothers unwittingly found themselves on the platform that was intended momentarily to descend stage-ward with an angelic Maria Parnell on board. At the same time, Amanda Silver was being relentlessly bombarded through her headset by her mother's entreaties to get Maria in position so that the pageant could begin in earnest.

"Ladies, please," begged the flustered teen, "the show is about to start . . . we need to lower the platform."

Those last three words -- "lower the platform" -- would begin what will long be remembered in Davidson as the most entertaining Christmas Pageant in the town's long and storied history.

In the rear of St. Mary's -- behind the last row of pews -- Will Parnell and Calum Duncan stood together "manning" the temporary sound and light board that had been set up to ensure that curtains were raised and lowered in a timely manner, that spotlights softly lit and profiled soloists and, among other such things, that the platform on which the show's opening act depended descended from to the stage on cue. The nature of that cue -- as they had rehearsed earlier in the day -- was to come from Amanda Silver's direction to "lower the platform."

As is the case with many a 15 year-old boy, Will Parnell was, at best, listening in with half an ear as Amanda's voice crackled over his headset. Although he couldn't clearly make out how she began her sentence he unmistakably heard the only three words that mattered and -- as if he was Frank Capra directing Jimmy Stewart -- turned to Calum and with emphasis repeated them, "lower the platform."

Hearing that command from her center stage podium, Nicole Silver directed the band to wrap up its rendition of Jingle Bells so that -- finally -- the chorus could collectively hum the introductory bars to "Silent Night" which, as she descended from the rafters above would be performed as a solo by Maria Parnell. Up above the calm, as the main lights in the church dimmed and a spotlight beamed against the rich, red, velvet curtain to illuminate in a large circle the spot to which the tiny soloist would descend, Danielle Parnell and Katherine Wray were continuing there tête-à-tête when to their collective shock they felt that ground beneath their feet move.

"What did you do now you idiot," snapped the emerald-eyed Mrs. Parnell.

"Me," shouted Katherine, "I'm not doing anything."

"Oh my God no," cried Amanda, "Calum must be lowering the platform."

"Mommy," cried Jackson Wray as he grabbed onto the tie that held his mother's wrap around dress together the effect of which was to cause the fashionable frock to begin to unravel.

"Jackson . . . no honey . . . let go of mommy's dress," cried Katherine Wray as she realized the potential consequences of her son's reaction to her departure.

"Looks like someone is about to be unwrapped," scoffed Danielle smugly as she took a step back from Mrs. Wray to watch the mortified mother attempt to keep covered.

But as she arrogantly mocked the unraveling Katherine Wray, Mrs. Parnell's step toward the edge of the now slowly descending platform had, unbeknownst to her, permitted the fabled lance of the large marble statue of St. George -- that had been hidden from sight by the curtain on the makeshift stage -- to come between the flared skirt of her fashionable Balenciaga dress and it imperious wearer. To what would soon be the joy of countless Davidson Christians, Diocletian's victim was about to slay his second dragon -- or at least his first dragon lady.

"What the . . ." the shocked diva exclaimed upon realizing her impending fate.

And then, realizing what was about to transpire, Danielle screamed, "oh no, my dress . . . stop this thing!"

But her words came too late.

Expecting to see young Maria Parnell's 10 year-old, sandal covered feet enter the awaiting spotlight, Nicole Silver was at first shocked -- and then delighted -- when instead she saw not one but two pairs of very high heeled shoes come into view. Her shock came from Maria Parnell having gone missing while her delight stemmed from the impending distress of both Maria's arrogant mother and the unbelievably fit Katherine Wray. Although the latter was always too polite to speak of unkindly -- at least publicly -- Mrs. Silver resented all the attention that the sexy southerner received from Davidson's men especially to the extent it took any focus from her.

Not one to be thrown off by the unexpected -- especially when the revised expectation was so rich -- Nicole quickly redirected the chorus from Silent Night to a much more upbeat -- and for the men inside the Basilica a soon to be anthem -- of Joy to the World.

In the meantime -- and now in full panic mode -- the two about-to -be-distressed damsels began shouting orders to Amanda Silver and Miranda Ross thinking incorrectly that the two teens were in control of the slowly descending platform.

"Turn this thing around you morons," ordered the ever condescending Danielle Parnell, "do you have any idea who I am!?!"

"Stop it this instant girls," chided Mrs. Wray, for the first time all night siding with her nemesis, "you two should be ashamed of yourselves behaving this way!"

Although neither Miranda nor Amanda directly controlled the fate of the two insufferable women below them, the abuse those divas were now hurling their way made the decision of whether to direct Calum Duncan to reverse the two MILFs impending humiliation quite simple -- forget about it. What's more, having both witnessed and been subjected to Danielle Parnell's eye rolls, put downs and other snubs and having men and boys divert their attention from them in favor of the perky Katherine Wray -- who seemed to wear only the tightest of yoga pants as her standard outfit -- Amanda and Miranda decided to give fate a hand.

Amanda Silver was the first to act as she gently approached the confused Jackson Wray who still was holding tight to the tie that held his mother's wrap around dress together.

"Let me take that sweetheart," Amanda said gently, "we wouldn't want you to embarrass your mom now would we."

And then, in a whisper that only Miranda could here, the mischievous Ms. Silver joked, "I'd like to care of that task myself."

Miranda meanwhile, noticing that the lance on the immobile St. George statue had already caused -- at this point still out of the crowd's line of site -- the ceaselessly smug Danielle Marie Parnell's fancy dress to separate from her admittedly fantastic body, quickly radioed the somewhat confused Calum Duncan who remained at the controls of the moving platform.

"Calum," she said excitedly, "it's time to put on a show; speed the drop up a bit but make sure to stop the platform so that its riders are squarely within the heart of the spotlight."

What happened next was for the men, boys and women of Davidson alike, something of a Christmas miracle. As Amanda Silver gave a hearty pull, the immovable statue of St. George held fast and Callum Duncan sped up their descent -- all to the might peels of Joy to the World, an unheard chorus of rendered fabric and their muffled screams of terror -- Danielle Marie Parnell and Katherine Elizabeth Wray made their Christmas Pageant debut.

The former -- whose normally arrogant visage had been replaced by a daffy blank stare -- stood before literally hundreds of her neighbors and colleagues wearing only her 5" off-white patent leather Louboutin heels, soft hued ivory thigh high stockings, a barely there bright white lacy thong and a matching push-up bra. What made the scene even more delicious was that her very fancy lynx fur shrug remained affixed in place over her spectacularly sculpted shoulders.

The latter -- having been dispossessed of her red wrap dress by the now guffawing Amanda Silver, the result of which caused the sexy Mrs. Wray to spin in place so that the audience was now looking at her exquisitely exercised behind -- was left in only her towering black heels and very tiny, sexy, black thong. Her stunned face reddened to match her missing dress as she rued her decision earlier in the evening to forego wearing a bra.

Although the chorus below them had not yet witnessed their arrival, the audience went wild with laughter and applause at the sight of the two distressed divas.

"Serves that little show off right," yelled out Rachel Miras as she took in the humiliation of Danielle -- a woman who had demeaned her on so many occasions in the past.

"Poor Katherine," shrieked Emily Duncan imagining what it would be like to be caught nearly naked in front of the entire community.

"Maybe she'll give those yoga pants a rest now," remarked Rebecca Ross snidely, like Nicole Silver always jealous of the male heads that Mrs. Wray turned but never free before to voice them.

While the women reveled in the tables being turned on Danielle and Katherine the men and boys drank in the fantasy before them -- except for poor Will Parnell.

"Oh my God, my mom . . . in her panties . . . and bra . . . and . . . Calum, you have to raise the platform," cried the confused teen at once embarrassed for his mom yet strangely aroused by her humiliation.

"Fat chance loser," snapped Calum causing the other boy to lunge toward him and the controls.

"This is completely your fault," screamed the panicking Mrs. Parnell at her next to naked neighbor while pulling her lynx fur together with one hand and alternatively covering her ass and sex with the other.

"My fault," shrieked the cowed Katherine Wray, "these people can see my tits!"

The consequence of the mortified mothers' squabble coupled with Will and Calum fighting for control of the lever that lowered and raised the platform on which the two women were now displayed, led to what would be the evening's grand finale.

Thrown off balance by the pitching platform and the height of their towering heels, and as the entirety of Davidson's Christian community celebrated their joint comeuppance, Danielle Parnell and Katherine Wray in the same instant tumbled from their perch toward the choir some ten feet below. By the grace of God however, who many would determine this night was most certainly and completely a man, the fall of the women was broken when each of them grabbed onto a red velvet sleeve of Nicole Silver's choral robe causing in one loud and violent tear the dignified garment to be torn from its wearer.

Although any ordinary woman would have been left shaken but dressed, Nicole Silver had earlier that evening, in a secret dare with her own inner sexpot, decided to wear beneath her otherwise all covering robes only a very sexy, very indecent, very translucent, red, lace thong and bustier combination and a pair of likewise indecently high pair of patent leather red fuck-me heels.

As the laughter of the crowd increased at the shell-shocked threesome of former uber-MILFs in front of them -- bedecked separately in the red, white and black of Santa's famous suit -- it was clear that some packages were best unwrapped before Christmas.