[ENF] Will’s Mom Comes Undone

[Chasmo]

Okay - I'd like to apologize in advance for the remainder of this story as well as for what has come thus far. As I noted in my last post, this one seems to have gotten away from me a bit. It hasn't been carefully enough edited and the thread gets lost in any number of places. Mea culpa for sure. Hopefully it hasn't been too much of a dog's breakfast. I'm already working on the next tale which will be my second shot at a Katherine Wray standalone. It feels pretty good so far.

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Speaking with purpose into the microphone on the translucent podium in front of her, Danielle attempted yet again to reassert control. Quickly, however, and to the continued delight of the audience and the strains of 2001, she realized that someone - no doubt Anna - had killed the power to her mic.

That fact and the general cacophony of music and crowd noise, had stolen from Mrs. Parnell the one moment she may have had to save herself from what came next. As the two big-screens astride the royal purple curtain began to flash the words "The Big Unveiling" in large purple letters on a bed of white, Anna Parnell from the her remote control panel slowly lifted that curtain to reveal - it would soon be clear - more than the boys' new racing shell.

"Mom," Will Parnell intoned swallowing hard as he realized that the train of his mother's glorious, deep purple, chiffon skirt was beginning to rise with the curtain.

"Shut up Will and let mommy think," Danielle curtly replied.

"But Danielle," pleaded Jerry Sarano who now noticed the same thing as did the likes of Rebecca Ross, Katherine Wray, and the rest of the delirious crowd, "your gown . . . "

"What are you talking about you spineless wimp," Danielle snapped further losing her composure in front of these people upon whom she had perennially looked down. "My gown . . ."

And then Danielle too realized what was happening as she felt the light chiffon of her gorgeous dress rub against the backs of her long legs and realized that her hem was hooked to the rising curtain.

"My gown . . . oh my God . . . my gown is caught on the curtain . . . make it stop . . ," cried the once hyper-confident diva as - turning in place to attempt to detach the offending hooks - she gave the audience a view of the backs of her tanned, toned, thighs.

As the senior boys drank in the sight before them - loving along with every woman present that the tables had been turned on the snobby know-it-all who had made them all feel small or uncomfortable over the years - Danielle as rudely as ever attempted to enlist the aid of the two men caught in the spotlight with her.

"Help me you idiots . . . or this thing is going to tear off my dress," she screamed.

As the crowd continued to guffaw at Danielle's distress, Jerry Sarano and Will Parnell each endeavored to jump to Mrs. Parnell's aid. Seeking to cover his former partner before her imminent stripping, Mr. Sarano - still without pants himself - peeled off his purple blazer with the thought of wrapping it around the increasingly exposed Danielle. Unfortunately for the prospective gallant, no sooner had he removed his jacket than it and the tail of his white oxford shirt also became ensnared by one of the still rising curtain's hooks.

Will Parnell in the meantime - sporting quite the tent of his own in his white shorts due to the conflicted feelings he was having watching his powerful mother get disrobed before him - befell yet a different sartorial tragedy. Thinking that their now former captain was going to deprive them the sight of his haughty but gorgeous mother being unveiled, Calum Duncan and Christian Tabash independently sought to prevent him from doing so. Duncan, always a mischief maker, ensnared one of the rising curtain's hooks into a belt loop on the back of Will's tight shorts. Young mister Tabash meanwhile, reached for Will's shoulders to hold him back from his efforts.

The ninety-seconds or so that followed - which seemed to each of Danielle Parnell, her son Will and Jerry Sarano to last an eternity - will forever be remembered in the annals of Gonzaga crew team history as "The Great Unveiling." In an instant, the eyes of the mother and son Parnell and the once proud Mr. Sarano bulged in horror as each realized that the rising curtain was about to do them a great disservice. The indignity for Jerry Sarano continued when the very blazer he had removed to shield Danielle - now caught on one of the curtain's relentless and rising hooks - wrapped powerfully around his wrists causing his bound hands to go helplessly skyward. His tightly tailored shirt in the meantime, the tail of which had been the unlucky target of another hook, was torn from his toned torso leaving him - tippy-toed - in his white bucks, white knee socks, purple tie and black jockstrap.

Will Parnell did not fair much better as the hook that Calum Duncan strategically placed in his back belt loop - after completely lifting the ordinarily arrogant young jock from the stage - ultimately tore his perfectly pressed shorts from his well exercised bottom revealing him in a far too small pair of men's thong panties in Harvard crimson with a white "H" embroidered over his rock hard nether region. His unexpected fall from the hook, meanwhile, left Christian Tabash holding Will's white oxford shirt that had been inadvertently torn from him as he fell. Looking like a bookend to the curtain ensnared Sarano, Will found himself in only shoes, socks, a tiny pair of underwear and a tie.

Despite the humiliation being suffered by Messrs. Sarano and Parnell, and the accompanying collective joy of all present in their comeuppance, Will and Jerry's ongoing downfall was a mere appetizer to the humiliation being suffered by the once powerful alpha-lawyer in between them. For just as the curtain controlled by her daughter made fools of Jerry and Will - it also began the epic undoing of Danielle Marie Parnell herself. Having realized that neither Jerry nor Will was in a position to provide her any aid, with her back now to the howling audience and the upward trajectory of her skirt about to reveal whatever might be covering her perfectly exercised bottom, Mrs. Parnell tore fruitlessly at the fabric of her train . But it was all for naught.

As women doubled over with laughter and any number of men and boys under cover of the museum's darkness began uncontrollably to touch themselves, Danielle Marie Parnell - despite her best efforts to prevent it - felt the luxurious chiffon skirt of her gorgeous Elie Saab evening gown tear away from the designer frock's backless sequin halter top and head skyward along with the now practically dangling Jerry Sarano and the shorts of her pant-less son Will. The resulting vision was delicious for in that moment - having been spun around again to face a crowd that was laughing uncontrollably at the sight of her - Danielle Marie Parnell, with her mouth in the shape of a giant "O," stood knock-kneed wearing naught but her spectacularly high stiletto-heeled purple and gold Jimmy Choo pumps, a purple sequined halter top and, very much like her humiliated son, a pair of diaphanous silk thong panties in Harvard crimson with a white "H" embroidered over her barely visible landing strip.

As Mrs. Parnell looked in vain at her two hapless male counterparts, one whose bound hands prevented him from covering his completely bare ass and jock covered manhood and the other - her son - whose hands had dropped to his sides as he stared catatonically at his mother's half dressed form, her usually facile mind began to fail her. How had she been found out? What would become of Will? How could all of these nobodies be staring . . . and laughing . . . at her? And where was her skirt . . . and Will's clothes? Were they really wearing the same underwear? And all these men . . . and strong, fit, hard, boys . . . who she had always loved to tease relentlessly - they were never supposed to see her looking like this!! She needed to make a run for it.

[Chasmo]

Please also see Part 4 above if you haven't yet read it - I posted both at the same time.

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And so it was, as the chorus of laughter continued unabated, that Danielle Marie Parnell spun around on her fantastically fashionable heels, and with both hands now attempting to shield her fabulously fit ass, sought to make a run for the exit and safety. Unfortunately for the mortified MILF, as she completed her turn she found herself face-to-face with one Nicole Yanika Silver who, both despite and because of her own humbling that afternoon at the hands of Judge Parnell, was more than ready to see if the tiny tease could take it as good as she could give it.

"Nice panties your honor - although I think your son may need to give his back," laughed Nicole Silver as she relished the sight of the humiliated Mrs. Parnell.

Shocked by the unexpected appearance of Mrs. Silver - and knowing that the woman would have no sympathy for her current plight - Danielle once again spun on her heels this time looking to exit stage right where her son Will - still stunned - appeared to be straining his far too small underwear to the breaking point.

"Not so fast you little tease," shouted Nicole as she reached out to stop the fleeing beauty but - instead of getting a grasp on Danielle's perfectly sculpted shoulders came away with the bolting beauty's purple sequined halter top thereby treating the audience to yet another magnificent view.

"Oops," teased Mrs. Silver as Danielle - now topless with her perfect, flawlessly tanned baseball sized tits on display for all to see - was stopped dead in her tracks by her latest clothing calamity.

"Mommy . . .," squeaked Will Parnell as he stared transfixed at his nearly naked mother whose own temporary shock had left her mouth agape and hands firmly at her sides, "mommy . . . I can see your boobies."

Whatever credibility the young oarsman may have had with his team - each member of whom had his phone out filming the suddenly stripped mother and son - was at this point gone for good.

"I love your boobies mommy," came the voice of Calum Duncan from the darkness.

"With your facade ripped away you look more like a stripper than a cheater," came that voice of Jules Silver, delighted despite his own Harvard dream crashing down earlier in the day, that his poor mom was at least getting some well deserved revenge on the arrogant if incredibly sexy Mrs. Parnell.

Anna Parnell couldn't believe the mayhem she was witnessing - not in her wildest dreams did she imagine such a comeuppance for her mother and brother - and she loved it. This couldn't possibly get any better, she thought to herself - but then it did.

Katherine Wray was practically orgasmic as she watched two of the people she had long lusted after - Mr. Sarano and the imperious Danielle Parnell - stripped not only of their normally ice cold facades but of the protection of their clothing. She didn't know what horrors lie ahead for Danielle but so as to not start convulsing right there at her table she decided to step in to "assist" Jerry Sarano in getting untangled from the curtain where he remained - hands bound - unable to cover himself.

What Katherine failed to realize as she made a move from where she stood lustfully taking in the scene before her was that the hem of her own elegant long black gown had gotten trapped beneath the seat on which Rebecca Ross now stood to improve her own view of the ongoing calamity.

"Katherine wait," shouted Rebecca to no avail as the athletic Mrs. Wray purposefully strode forth to where Jerry Sarano remained helplessly rooted.

And that's when it could be heard again - that music to men's ears that often portends a most spectacular disclosure - the loud but unmistakeable tearing and rendering of fabric which in this case was the low cut, floor length, spaghetti strap suspended Versace gown of Mrs. Katherine Williams Wray being left behind her as she stepped upon the dais.

Anna laughed out loud. Not thirty minutes before she had empathized with poor Mr. Jerry as Katherine Wray and Danielle had made fun of him in his Bermuda shorts and blazer. Now, as the eldest Parnell daughter adjusted the spotlight to include the shell-shocked Mrs. Wray - who, relieved of her gown stood wearing only 5" black patent leather Christian Louboutin and a very naughty black Cosa Bella g-string - Katherine, Danielle and Jerry found themselves not only without anyone's empathy but with barely a stitch among them.

"Oh my God," cried out Katherine Wray, "I'm naked!!"

Any flaccid member that may have been in the museum at that point reached full mast. For most of the boys of the Gonzaga Crew Team, including her own son Jackson, Katherine's sudden stripping and her obvious humiliation upon recognizing it, pushed them over the edge. For the women who witnessed it - including Rebecca and Emily who while friends of Katherine's resented how easily she used her tight body and Southern charms to capture men's attention - Mrs Wray's undoing provided yet another welcome event of schadenfreude.

What happened next was the beginning of the end for the evening's other three performers.

Danielle's shock at her lost top - and now near nudity before the guffawing crowd - permitted Nicole Silver to catch up with the startled stunner. After being handed a chair by a smiling Emily Duncan, Mrs. Silver grabbed Danielle by one of her heavily bejeweled wrists proceeded to pull the quivering Queen Bee over her knee for a sound and well deserved spanking.

"Well, well, well your honor,"Nicole joked as Danielle kicked her legs like a screaming child, "what was it you said to me this morning."

"Let go of me this instant," snapped Danielle before Nicole silenced her with a very hard slap to her perfectly formed ass.

"That's enough out of you pipsqueak," Nicole practically seethed, loving the dominion she was exercising over this woman who had for so long dominated every female around. "I'm in charge now do you hear me."

"I . . . I . . .," stuttered Danielle before Mrs. Silver landed yet another smack on her spectacularly formed bottom.

"I said do . . . you . . . hear . . . me," Nicole barked at the defeated diva interspersing a solid slap between every word.

"Yes ma'am," croaked Danielle now nearly completely broken.

"That's better," came the Silver woman's response as everyone in the crowd cheered her on. "Now this morning I think you said you that I had shown to our community and our nation the ugly face of hubris by elevating my privileged C student son above those hard working children deserving of his spot. You told me I should be ashamed. Do you remember?"

"Yes ma'am," came another tepid response.

"Who should be ashamed now, Dani," Nicole purred into Danielle's ear - using a name Danielle had sworn herself never to answer to - as she continued to rain down spanks on her nemesis' reddening posterior.

Humiliated beyond her worst nightmares - and staring into her son Will's eyes as he uncontrollably rubbed himself at her undoing - Danielle Parnell lost completely the alpha persona that had served her so well in life and - crying like a spoiled baby - shocked all present with her response.

"I should be ashamed Mrs. Silver," she began, "I should. I'm a very naughty little girl who likes to shake her bottom at all the boys and look down my nose at all the girls."

And then, without any prompting but laughter from the crowd, the once sexy solicitor continued, "don't you like to look at my body boys . . . don't you . . . aren't I sexy . . . isn't mommy sexy Will?"

But Will Parnell was too far gone to answer, his eyes having rolled back into his head as he wantonly played with himself in front of the crowd.

In the meantime, a cowering Katherine Wray and a raging hard but completely humiliated Jerry Sarano had been covered up with blankets by Emily Duncan, Adam Hess and Lori Heilkamp - the very police officer who earlier in the day had put Nicole Silver in handcuffs and leg irons at Danielle's domineering direction.

"I think you know what you need to do now," DA Duncan said to Officer Heilkamp as the latter pulled a pair of handcuffs from her utility belt, "but first get them something to wear."

Reaching into a bag of t-shirts that held some of the prizes that were to be handed out to kids had the evening gone as planned, Lori Heilkamp pulled out two - one a boy's large and the other a girl's small - and helped Will into the former and Danielle into the latter.

Unfortunately for the mortified mother and son neither made it past their waists but at least it covered up Danielle's formerly exposed tits (the nipples of which could now no doubt cut glass) and the mess that Will had made on his own stomach. After handcuffing one to the other, Lori Heilkamp stood them in front of the team's new shell - which along with Danielle, Will, Jerry and Katherine had also been unveiled that night.

Although the name of the yet to be christened craft - emblazoned in purple cursive letters on its bow - was The Diva Breaker, that fact was lost in the scene of mother and son - handcuffed together and frozen in place before the sleek boat with daffy looks on their once smug faces and their Harvard undies on full display. As Anna darkened the rest of the museum once again the crowd went wild one final time realizing that Will was wearing a tiny t-shirt that said "STROKE" upon it and his mother - the once imperious Danielle Marie Parnell - was wearing an even smaller t-shirt that read "COX."

Unsurprisingly almost every man present had already heeded that message.

The endless photos and videos of the evening sealed the fate of Jerry, Danielle and Will, none of whom would be permitted to walk the grounds of Harvard again. Mr. Jerry quietly went on to be the headmaster at a private school in Connecticut where he traded in his tight Italian suits for a much looser preppy look. Danielle and Will Parnell don't go out much at present - the former having lost her high powered perch at SmythKnight and the latter, still applying to schools, having spent much of the time since the incident trying to catch his mom in various stages of undress at home.

Nicole Silver, no longer subject to the iron fist of Judge Danielle Parnell, who had figuratively lost her robes as truly as she had literally lost her gown, received a sentence of 100 hours of community service and Jules was admitted to the University of Maryland on the merits.

Net, net, there were costs paid by all for what had precipitated the events that occurred that night at the gala but, at least for Anna Parnell - about to begin at Harvard after graduating high school in just three years - the evening was most definitely worth the high cost of admission!

[hocman]

Great story as usual and no need for apologies. Will and Jerry served their purpose and the main thing is Danielle got her comeuppance. I loved the last Kathrine Wray stand alone, can't wait for the next one.

[Chasmo]

Thanks hocman - appreciated as always.

I’m hoping to have my new Katherine Wray story completed by the weekend. In the meantime, and understanding that the anonymity of our avatar names doesn’t always permit one to know if commenters here are make or female, I’d be particularly interested in knowing the thoughts of any women readers on the following:

1. Is the idea of a bossy, arrogant woman being humbled by a public stripping something that appeals to you?

2. Have you in your experience encountered a Danielle Parnell of your own? Have these stories or your own imagination permitted you to envision her humbling in a Danielle Parnell like scenario?

3. Have you imagined this happening to you and how does it make you feel to put yourself in Danielle’s (high heeled) shoes?

That’s really it from here. Thanks to all for continuing to enjoy the stories!

[hocman]

Those are great questions. For me part of the appeal of a story is the reaction of other woman witnessing the stripping/spanking of Danielle or whomever. Obo and Shaw also were very good at working this into their story lines. I always thought Beginners Luck would have be so much better with added shots of Spanky's mom ladies group or the mothers backstage laughing at Kitty's dis-robement.

[obo1]

Speaking of "Beginner's Luck". Well done Chasmo adapting that particular instrument of debasement to the well deserving Ms. Parnell.

obo

[Chasmo]

Thanks to both of you for your feedback.

For my part the reaction of other women witnessing a snob’s downfall - particularly if they have been subjected to her arrogance - is priceless. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve shared some of these tales with women who know the real Danielle and they have to a person said that they would love to see her actually have a major public comeuppance involving stripping.

As for my next story I’ve put Katherine on the back burner because I learned last week that Danielle has made some very snide comments about a friend of mine who was crushed when she found out.

Stay tuned for “Bikini Carwash” which will serve Mrs. Parnell some well deserved humble pie.

I’m also eager to know if anyone on the forum suspects who the real Danielle Parnell may be (she is by no means famous - one would have to know her but the stories contain many clues). To avoid outing anyone in violation of the OCC rules folks should feel free to send a private message with any guesses!

[memfic]

I think the fact that there is someone similar to Danielle in real life makes these stories all the more fun to read. Thinking that something could actually occur to cause her comeuppance is enjoyable. How lucky you are that you might witness (or cause) such an event.

As the Parnell clan continues to age in your stories, there may come a time where Anna suffers a mishap and finds herself on the receiving end like her mother.

Looking forward to the next installment.

[Chasmo]

Danielle Parnell was incensed as she pulled her brand new Bentley GT convertible into the circle drive in front of the prestigious Gonzaga High School in downtown Washington, DC. The comely counselor was outraged both because her son Will, a senior at the boy’s only Jesuit-run institution, had been involved that day in some physical altercation (no doubt - fumed the beautiful barrister - at some progressively liberal boy’s goading), and because Dr. Eric Bloom - Gonzaga’s new head master who until recently been the superintendent of the public school system that served the town in which the Parnell family abode was located - had somehow determined to summon Danielle to the school to address the situation in real time.

As the Managing Partner of SmythKnight, one of the world's largest and most prestigious law firms, Danielle Parnell was not accustomed to being summoned - especially by the likes of Dr. Eric Bloom who in Mrs. Parnell’s gorgeous emerald eyes was a particularly weak-willed, pathetic little man. Rather, in her world, one of privilege based on meritocracy not the hash-tag affirmative action campaigns of the masses, Danielle did the summoning -- especially when it came to men and boys.

Stepping from her nearly quarter million dollar car by placing one of her towering four and half inch black leather Prada heels onto the sidewalk, the 47 year old mother of three smiled as she caught a glimpse of her spectacular visage - a perfect bland of Keri Russel and Miranda Kerr - in the magnificent machine's sideview mirror.

"Bloom doesn't have any idea what's in store for him," she thought to herself, "nor does whatever cow of a mother with whom I'll no doubt be expected to "make nice" after her miscreant son decided to start a fight with my Will."

The vision of Danielle emerging from her car, along with the solid sound of its massive door shutting behind her, was enough to cause the neck of every male - teacher, father or student - to immediately snap in Mrs. Parnell's direction - and she loved it. Atop her towering heels Danielle was sporting a black stretch-knit Alexander McQueen pencil skirt that sat snugly at the smallest part of her trim waist before flaring out slightly to a fluted hem. It profiled the magnificent mother of three’s splendiferous ass perfectly and, with geometric cutouts from mid-thigh downward, gave more than a glimpse of her highly exercised and tan thighs before ending where her leanly muscled calves began. Danielle’s ruthless dedication to fitness had provided her the body of women half her age and her spectacular bottom - a perfect peach that seemed etched from marble - along with her incredible legs, were among her most fantastic features.

Tucked into the snug waist of her fashionable skirt the sexy solicitor wore a tight, black, long-sleeved, cashmere Balenciaga sweater, the fit of which profiled her ample breasts perfectly and the crew neck of which permitted all observers a view -- in stark relief against her tanned supple neck -- of the resplendent diamond choker she had chosen to wear from among her fabulous jewelry collection. Her luxurious brown mane - sun-streaked with blond highlights - was blown out perfectly and reached halfway down her perfectly formed back.

To protect them against the sun, Mrs. Parnell’s gorgeous emerald eyes were shielded by a pair of mirrored Porsche aviator sunglasses which also permitted her to look disdainfully upon the growing crowd of men and boys who couldn’t avert heir eyes from her splendor. Although she strove for and was fed by their collective lust, she would never permit them to know that fact. To the contrary, Danielle’s highest highs came from “catching” one of these pathetic, horny, losers fawning over her and then calling him out loudly and publicly for his transgression.

“Eyes up here Father Thomas” . . . “what would your mother think Callum “ . . . and “your wife is right there Mr. Hess,” were only a few of the many barbs that Danielle had hurled at Gonzaga’s male population during Will’s nearly four years at the school. She simply reveled in using her beauty to attract and humiliate men. In fact, the only thing that brought Danielle Parnell more joy was doing so in front of their wives, girlfriends and mothers because that act - in addition to castigating her pathetic male admirers - likewise made it clear to their spouses, girlfriends and moms how pathetic they were in comparison to the glorious vision that was Danielle - the hags.

“Your men all want to see me and you cows all want to be me,” Mrs. Parnell would purr out of anyone's earshot in these moments - she truly loved herself!

As Danielle pushed open the large oak double doors that led into Gonzaga High School's opulent marble foyer, she was annoyed to encounter Adam Sanin, a senior at the school, one of Will's so-called friends and a teammate of his on the crew team. In the lovely lawyer's mind there was something about the six foot six inch rower that she could not quite put her finger on that made her like him even less than some of Will's other testosterone filled fellows.

"Be careful where you're walking there Mrs. Parnell," the tall teen offered with more familiarity than Danielle appreciated, "you wouldn’t want to step on the seal - it’s really bad luck.”

At the epicenter of the school's impressive entrance was a rather large circular mosaic that in tiles of purple, gold, white, blue, brown and red depicted a majestic eagle alighting on a massive granite stone with an olive branch held firmly within its powerful beak and a large cross in one of its tightly closed talons. As school lore had it, walking across the seal could have cataclysmic consequences for the trespasser and there were very few students in recent memory who dared to test the thesis (of course, the consequences for any young charge of the high school would likely amount to no more than JUG (Judgement Under God or detention as public schools called it), but the school had done a great job at - quite literally - putting the fear of God in its students).

Put off both by the boy's overly familiar tone as well as by his thinking he could tell her where she could walk or not, Danielle Parnell reacted in characteristically arrogant fashion.

"I'll walk wherever I please young man," Mrs. Parnell haughtily proclaimed. "In case you've forgotten, it's the largesse of parents like me who fund the scholarships that permit children like you to attend this school. And while you and your mother may tiptoe around some seal in the hopes of finding your luck . . . no doubt to win the lottery . . . my son and I rely on hard work not superstitions to create ours. Now why don't you run along to class before I let the coach know you've been loitering."

And then, delighted by her rebuke of the humbled high-schooler, whose own humiliation was compounded due to Gonzaga's cheerleaders (constituted by girls from sister school Georgetown Visitation) entering the lobby during his virtual emasculation, Danielle purposefully and smugly strode directly across the Gonzaga seal on her way to see her next target - Dr. Eric Bloom.

"Bad luck indeed," she laughed to herself, "pathetic."

Unbeknownst to the sexy solicitor as she sashayed away in self satisfaction, Mrs. Emily Duncan had witnessed Mrs. Parnell's shameless mockery of Adam Sanin as had Sister Beatrice Sadlier, one of the few nuns who still worked at Gonzaga and who was escorting Mrs. Duncan to her own meeting with Dr. Bloom. Like Danielle, Emily Duncan had also been requested to come to the school due to her son, Calum, having had an altercation with another boy.

"Forgive me Mrs. Duncan," began the octogenarian woman of God, "but that Mrs. Parnell's prideful nature just makes my blood boil. Her lack of respect for the traditions of our school - not to mention the shameful way she dresses and comports herself around these boys - simply shouldn't be permitted to stand."

"I couldn't agree more Sister Beatrice," began Emily Duncan mindful of holding her tongue in front of the old nun about how much she'd really love to see that Parnell tease taken down a few pegs, "but she is the President of the Mothers' Guild after all which does require time and dedication to the school."

Choking on her own words while silently thinking that the little show-off also had every man and boy transfixed by her spell, Emily continued, "who knows Sister - perhaps treading over the school seal again today will finally catch up with her."

"That's just an old wives tale dear," smiled the aged cleric crestfallen, "we tell the boys that to avoid having to incur the costs of cleaning the mosaic as often as we otherwise might. I'm sure Mrs. Parnell won't suffer any bad luck today."

"Unless we make some for her," came a disembodied woman's voice from around the corner that only Emily appeared to hear.

"Oh, hey there Rachel," smiled Mrs. Duncan when she spotted the speaker emerging into the hall.

"Hey Em, and hello Sister," responded Rachel Miras, the mother of a recent Gonzaga graduate and perennial high school prankster - Billy Miras - who was in town to see her daughter Sharon, one of the Georgetown Visitation cheerleaders - perform at the day's scheduled pep rally.

"Why hello Mrs. Miras," Sister Beatrice politely responded while looking anxiously at her watch. "Mrs. Duncan, if you think you can find your own way to Dr. Bloom's office, I should really take my leave to help set up for the pep rally."

"Of course Sister," responded Emily Duncan, "and thanks as always for your help."

As Sister Beatrice Sadlier ambled away, Emily's thoughts turned immediately from the old woman's kindness to Rachel Miras' soon to be prophetic words.

"What exactly did you mean 'unless we make some for her' Rachel," asked Calum's mom excitedly, "and what's that black string in your hand?"

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"You brought me down here for this," stormed an incensed Danielle Parnell at Gonzaga's new principal, "for this. Mark my words Bloom, I wield more power at this school than you ever will and I promise your days here are numbered."

"And you," the comely counselor glowered imperiously down at Calum Duncan who was sitting in a chair in Dr. Bloom's office wondering where his own mother might be and fearing for his future, "are you so weak-willed that when faced with my son challenging your belief in the unfounded and salacious allegations brought against now Justice Kavanaugh that you resort to pouring a milk shake over his head - pathetic!"

"I'm sorry ma'am," squeaked Calum Duncan as staring at his own feet he wished - just for once - that Will's shrew of a mother didn't always get the best of every member of his family.

"And that's not all mom," whined Will Parnell who, still covered in the remains of Calum's shake spoke up for the first time.

"Be quiet Will," his mother sternly interrupted before rebuking her vanquished son further.
"At some point you need to have mommy stop fighting your battles for you and stick up for yourself like a man."

As Will turned three shades of red, and Calum Duncan snickered to himself, the gorgeous Mrs. Parnell continued her assault, “In fact, as far as I can tell, there isn't a real man in this room. The three of you are an embarrassment to this school and should all be ashamed."

"I expect Doctor Bloom," Danielle continued, "that before the frivolity of today's scheduled pep rally begins that you'll address this situation in front of the entire student body. That you'll remind them that in this country - a country governed by the rule of law - that people are innocent until proven guilty and that while our freedom of speech demands civil discourse around disagreements, the violence and thuggery exhibited by Mr. Duncan against my son Will has no place in this school. Do I make myself clear."

"But Danielle," Eric Bloom began.

"It's Mrs. Parnell to you Eric," Danielle stormed, "and there will be no buts do you hear me."

"Of course Mrs. Parnell," the defeated Doctor Bloom replied, "in fact, why don't you join me, Will and Calum on stage before the rally to add an air of parental authority to my address."

"Seeing as how you've already wasted my time bringing me down here Bloom I'm going to do just that," Danielle huffed, liking the idea very much but not wanting to give Eric Bloom the satisfaction of letting him know.

"That's a wonderful idea Doctor Bloom," came the voice of Emily Duncan as she entered the principal's office accompanied by Rachel Miras.

Although both of the women were well known to Danielle, she thought no more of them than she did of any woman and less than most.

"Why hello Danielle," Mrs. Duncan continued as pleasantly as possible, "Dr. Bloom explained to me what happened and I just wanted to apologize to you and Will for Calum's foolishness."

"But mom . . .," an astonished Calum Duncan began.

"That's enough Calum," his mother interrupted uncharacteristically before she herself was cut off by Danielle.

"In fact that's more than enough out of you Calum," stormed the sexy solicitor who found herself somewhat wrong-footed by Emily Duncan's calmness in the face of her fury.

“And your apology is most certainly not accepted - Emily," the emerald eyed beauty remarked disdainfully.

"I'm sure this little miscreant formed his opinion of Justice Kavanaugh based upon whatever liberal pabulum you're feeding him at home. And to think that you're an officer of the court - you should be ashamed of yourself," Danielle blustered on silencing Mrs. Duncan.

Someone here is going to be ashamed, thought Emily to herself as, holding her tongue, she cast her gaze down to where the errant thread from Danielle's fancy designer skirt began it's journey to Rachel Miras' hand.

"Nothing to say have we," smirked Danielle, errantly misinterpreting Emily's silence for the fear that she customarily struck into other women, "typical . . . and you Miras . . . why are you even here."

"Just tying up some loose ends," smiled Rachel Miras to Danielle's further annoyance.

Seeing from the clock on his wall that the pep rally was nearly at hand, and in an attempt to ease the tension developing in his office, Dr. Eric Bloom was the next to speak.

"Why don't we all go to the stage together," implored the addled administrator. "We can address what happened here today and also show the boys that ultimately our differing views are what make us a stronger community."

"Fine," snipped Danielle who, disgusted by Eric Bloom's naive Cumbyah approach to life but always eager to be the center of attention - particularly in front of an auditorium full of boys and men and with only the likes of Emily Duncan, Rachel Miras and some pathetic high school cheerleaders as "competition" - Danielle Marie Parnell arrogantly led the way followed closely by Dr. Bloom, Will and Calum.

If any one of them had taken his eyes off Danielle's imperiously swaying ass he may have noticed that the bottom of her knit pencil skirt - where it fluted out from her leanly muscled calves - seemed a tiny bit shorter than it had just moments before. That fact of course was not lost on either Emily Duncan or, as she continued to pull on the ever lengthening black thread in her hand, a smiling Rachel Miras.

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Welcome back! And a wonderful start to a new adventure for Ms. Parnell. I look forward for the next chapter.

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