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Yvette stood up. She noticed the cold on her breasts, and she looks down. She gasped and clamped the clipboard to her chest. She could have sworn she put a bra on that morning, and she did not remember her blouse being so transparent. She swallowed hard. She heard giggling behind her, then she felt a cold breeze come into the rip in her pants. Her eyes went wide, and she reached behind her with her left hand. "Fuck!" she muttered to herself before looking around and seeing if anyone was close enough to hear her curse. She felt the bare skin of her butt cheeks and tried to clamp the torn fabric of her pants together. She was blushing and aware that she was the center of attention, and that her position as an authority figure was under threat. She started for the door of the school.
You notice a drainage grate in the sidewalk, and with a thought Yvette's heel gets wedged into it.
"Oh come on!" said Yvette. She tried to pull her heel free, but it was stuck fast.
You then notice a sprinkler head near by, and you decide to ramp up her humiliation. You twist a sprinkler head so that it is aiming away from the lawn and towards Yvette. With another snap of your fingers, the sprinklers come on.
Cold water nails Yvette in the face then down at her chest. It splashes off her hand and clipboard. "Are you kidding me?!" she says. She looks up and notices every student around her is taking photos or video. Her mascara is running and getting into her eyes, stinging them and blurring her vision.