As a now howling crowd watched what was left of her shrinking skirt continue to disappear, Danielle's ordinarily facile mind whirled into overdrive.
"How can this be happening," the distressed diva wondered as she attempted futilely to grab at the long thread that continued to escape her incredibly fit form while simultaneously slapping back the balloons that continued to pummel her. "And how can all these people be looking at me in my . . . oh my
God
. . . "
No sooner had the ordinarily officious beauty remembered with horror the incredibly sexy underwear she so naughtily chose to wear that morning under her full length, skin tight Alexander Macqueen pencil skirt than did the last wisp of fabric from that skirt disappear into the still whirring fan leaving the entire audience with a most mouthwatering view. For in that moment, as Rachel Miras and Emily Duncan looked on with delight, the imperious diva who just moments before -- dressed to the nines -- had humiliated the school's headmaster, cowed its raucous 18-year-old senior student body and shamed the senior class Georgetown Visitation cheerleaders, was replaced by a shell-shocked, mouth-wateringly sexy MILF, wearing naught but a towering pair of black leather Prada heels, a tight, black, long-sleeved, cashmere Balenciaga sweater, and a pair of Bracli London panties that could only be described as
scandalous
.
Wrapped around Mrs. Parnell's perfect ass and hips was a spectacularly sexy Leavers lace creation that, from the front - particularly insofar as some of it was still covered by her sweater -- presented as a very sheer silk triangle that was held up by two parallel lace bands wrapping around her taught waist toward her bottom. From the back, however, and now on display to the likes of Calum Duncan, Brett Kavanaugh, her son Will and the euphoric Rachel and Emily, the true naughtiness of the Bracli creation could be seen in the double strand of pearls that bisected Danielle's perfectly formed posterior for the purpose of providing her secret stimulation as she daily lorded her beauty and sophistication over others. Well, it was secret no more.
"Mom . . .," Will Parnell croaked, unable to take his eyes off his own mother's perfectly sculpted ass as his pubescent manhood raged against his perfectly pressed khaki trousers, "what are you
wearing
???"
"Oh my God," Danielle silently screamed, "Will . . . and Calum . . . and
Justice
Kavanaugh . . . they are all staring at me . . . in my panties . . . and . . . what's that bulge in Will's pants?!?!
Justice Brett Kavanaugh knew he had to get off this stage. Although he was transfixed by the scene in front of him - and loving every second of this pompous woman's undoing - his own recent past had involved more than enough insalubrious adventures and any sign of him here would only reignite the fire of that controversy. Grateful that the fullness of his robe provided cover for his own personal excitement, and with a scowl on his face to show to the audience his complete disapproval of the unfolding fiasco, the now third-newest member of the United States Supreme Court stood up forcefully to retreat to safety. Unfortunately for the departing dignitary, his path was blocked by a guffawing Calum Duncan who, witnessing the ongoing disgrace of a half-naked Mrs. Parnell and her stunned son Will, didn't see the angered attorney approaching.
"Out of my way young man," Brett Kavanaugh barked while firmly pushing young Duncan aside, "I want no part of this disgraceful debauchery."
"I don't think so," Calum Duncan thought to himself as the very many who was the subject of his earlier altercation with Will Parnell now pushed past him robes aflutter.
Unable to give the rude Republican the shove back he deserved, Calum instead jumped with all his weight onto the tail of the good Justice's robe that trailed behind him as he left. Although Neil Armstrong placing his foot on the surface of the moon may have been "one small step for man," Calum Duncan's present effort would soon come to be known within the halls of Gonzaga High School as a "giant leap for mankind."
As young Mr. Duncan placed all his force on the jetting jurist's robes a cascade of events began that could only be described as spectacularly funny if completely unexpected. As Brett Kavanaugh continued to make his way past a knock-kneed and cowering Danielle Parnell, a loud RIIIIIIIIPPPPPPP! announced the separation of his black judge's robe from his body. To everyone's shock, however, Associate Justice Brett Kavanaugh was left not in a suit and tie - the telltale uniform of almost every male lawyer in Washington, DC - but rather in only his shoes, dark socks, sock garters and a pair of white cotton boxers across the back of which in blue block letters were written the words "Go Prep - Beat Gonzaga."
"Oh no," he thought to himself as he began to topple forward toward a now even more mortified Danielle Marie Parnell, "I can't believe I let Squee and Tobin convince me to wear this under my robes . . . I'm finished."
Reaching out for something to break his fall, Brett Kavanaugh's flailing hands grabbed the first thing that they could - the crewneck of Danielle's tight fitting, cashmere, long sleeved Balenciaga sweater. The fashionable garment stood no chance under the weight of the collapsing conservative and - to the delight of everyone watching but Mrs. Parnell and her son - was torn completely from the delicious body of the Will's mortified mom. The resulting scene, Brett Kavanaugh on all fours in just his boxers, shoes, and socks, with his face mere inches from the perfect ass of Danielle who now stood in only her towering high heels, Bracli London panties and matching Bracli London bra, caused the crowd to go wilder still. The women in it could not believe their good fortune in seeing the well-deserved comeuppance of one of the school's most sanctimonious mothers. Men in the meantime were transfixed by the embarrassed beauty's dance of shame as she tried with one hand to cover up her spectacularly formed bottom and with the other to shield her magnificent breasts as they stretched to its limit her barely there bra.
As pandemonium reigned on stage, Adam Sanin - the 18-year-old senior who had warned the nearly naked MILF who was now frozen in place not to walk across Gonzaga school seal - was about to fail in his struggle to keep the living embodiment of that seal, Claude the eagle, calm.
"Claude," the startled senior shouted as the large bird took flight toward the mayhem on stage, "come back!"
But it was too late, with a wingspan of nearly eight feet, the colossal bird of prey angrily made its way toward the stage.
"Mrs. Parnell . . . Justice Kavanaugh," Dr. Bloom cried out instinctively as Claude approached in full winged fury, "look out!"
But the headmaster's warning came too late and within an instant the Claude's talons had seized upon the ridiculous boxer shorts of the now fully humiliated judge and his beak had torn from the perfect body of Danielle Marie Parnell the sexy bra that was all that stood between the eyes of the appreciative audience and her baseball sized breasts.
At this point - with balloons flying, wind blowing, smoke rising and shocked shouts of "daddy" from Justice Kavanaugh's 18-year-old gob-smacked cheerleading daughter and "mommy" from the Priapic Will Parnell - two secret service agents swooped in to save their nearly-naked neo-con charge from any further indignity. In the meantime, as a completely mortified Mrs. Parnell - now only in her towering high heels and pearl-thonged panties -- teetered for dear life down the stage's front stairs and through the thrilled throng of teachers and parents alike, a steely-eyed Sister Beatrice Sadlier, with her gaze clearly darting between the mortified mother and the still circling Claude, lifted from the seat behind her a large CODA all-purpose net gun.
"But Sister," a shocked Adam Sanin implored, stunned by the ease with which the frail nun had lifted the powerful weapon the purpose of which was to capture Claude in the event his "flight" went off script, "Claude hasn't done anything wrong . . . I think I can get him to come back to his crate without the net."
"Oh, this isn't for Claude young man . . . he'll be just fine," the petite old Papist said with more than a glint of glee in her clear blue eyes as she trained them upon the fleeing Mrs. Parnell, "I'm off to bag myself a peacock!"
As Sister Beatrice set off on her hunt, Danielle was attempting to make her way across the open gym floor where only minutes earlier she had imperiously strode with her typical arrogance. But this time, instead of her holding out bejeweled hand to stop the 18-year-old senior Georgetown Visitation cheerleaders in mid-routine, it was Mrs. Parnell who found her retreat blocked by their captain Sharon Miras who was eager for a little payback.
