Thanks again for all the great feedback and apologies for my delayed response (have been in the air much of this week).
Where to begin . . . I completely agree about making the whole greater than the sum of its parts by having two embarrassed ladies "share the stage" if you will rather than having the stripping occur serially (as I did with Nicole and Danielle in PAWS). A large part of where I've ended up is a function of my personally wanting to see Danielle suffer indignity without distraction - you'd have to know her to understand how well it's deserved! That said, I'm working on a story (probably not my next one which will be somewhat shorter than usual and only involve Mrs. Parnell herself) that I hope will have the benefit of two women sharing their humiliation.
As for the second issue -- extending the actual stripping scenes -- you're spot on a usual. It's really an issue of balance and since I generally come up with a theme in my head and then write the stories in one sitting I often end up typing the back story forever while attempting to fit a preordained ending. That combined with the points you note in your comment immediately above does present the inevitable challenges you describe. Again, hopefully my next long story will go some way toward addressing those challenges.
In any event, your comments are always great and truly appreciated. Thanks also to Dr. V as usual!
P.S. From the truth is stranger than fiction archives -- and apropos of the situation you describe regarding clothing retrieval -- I actually witnessed a scenario like that about 20 years ago. It was a brisk and incredibly windy spring day and I had gone out to grab a coffee at the Au Bon Pain across the street from my office. Standing at the crosswalk on my way back (I was waiting to cross the street from north to south) I witnessed a woman standing on the other side of the street (she was coming from east to west) having trouble with keeping a very long wrap around skirt from blowing open (she was carrying a banker's box so her hands were occupied). As she began to head my way -- the "Walk" sign being in her favor while I was still stopped -- the wind literally blew her skirt far enough open to expose her legs completely. Luck stayed with her as her skirt shut itself but when the next breeze came -- maybe half-way across the street -- her skirt (which was merely tied at the waist) was rendered a make-shift sail behind her and before she could pin it with her elbows had come untied and fallen to the ground about a foot behind her. With the box still in her hands she bent down, pinned the skirt (now completely off) against the side of the box and ran off in her heels and panties with skirt and box in hand into a parking garage where presumably she put herself back together. Great memory! Hope to have a short Mrs. Parnell story up before Thursday.
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