Worse and worse

Ms. Nolan runs across the grounds to the nearest door. As she does, her foot hits a muddy spot of ground, and she slips. She loses her balance and falls backwards, landing on her ass in the muddy spot. Her slacks rip clean through the waistband.

"Are you kidding me!" Ms. Nolan yells in disbelief. She stands up, and the weight of her wet pants, which are ripped from crotch clean through the waistband, fall to her knees. Now her boobs are on display through her soaking wet blouse, but now her are ass and neatly trimmed bush are on display for the students who are still filming with their cell phones.

"You all have detention!" Yells Ms. Nolan as she pulls up her slacks. She gets them up to cover the front, but they are split so far open in the back, her muddy backside is still on display. "Stop, or you'll be suspended!" she screamed, her face reddening with anger and humiliation.

Miss Westmore, a young, petite, pretty teacher fresh out of college, had seen the commotion from the window of her classroom. She was 5'2 with her blond hair in a thick bob. She wore a knee-length beige skirt and dark blue, short sleeved blouse and two inch heels. She ran outside to help. You watch her run towards Ms. Nolan who was moving slowly now as she tried to hold her slacks up and not slip in the mud. As Miss Westmore gets close to Ms. Nolan, you wave your hand and give her a push.

Miss Westmore slips in a patch of mud and slides forward out of control until she collides into Ms Nolan, her head striking the assistant principle in the chest. The two women crashed to the ground. Miss Westmore on top of Ms. Nolan.