"But you!" Monique said wonderingly "You did this with your wish, yes?" She didn't wait for me to say anything before hurrying on, "Madam Brockman, Brad 'ad 'er dress as zee wolf, yes? She refused zee cow and zee witch. Her costume, it is the comical, but Ah saw the other one Brad picked, as bad as mine eef not worse!" She looked at me breathlessly for a moment. "Ah would very much like you to wish that costume on her, but she must not run off like M'sieur Brad, okay?"
I was stunned by how quickly she'd accepted what I could do, and that, having been humiliated by Brad she now wished to humiliate another woman. She must have decided that my silence was reluctance, because the next thing I knew Monique had slid her arms around my shoulders and was pulling me tight against her bosom. In her heels and whatever under wiring was built into the dress my chin was in danger of sliding right into her cleavage!
"Ah would be ver' ver grateful." She said, pursing her lips and pulling me close to her.
Just as I was leaning in the piercing screech of Brad's mom echoed up from the living room.
"What on *earth* is going on here!" There she was standing in the doorway in what looked like some third-hand mascot's uniform. From the over-sized shoes it covered her all the way to her neck. An over-sized wolf's head swayed from side to side on her back as Mrs Brockman stalked into the room. She stood, puffy-gloved paws on her fur covered hips as she glared at the still laughing teenagers and a few staff who'd been caught in the room during my wish.
In an instant I saw what it must be like working for this woman day in and day out. Beside me Monique whispered frantically. "Do not move! Eef she sees us together here, embracing, she will give me the sack!" I could totally understand her wanting to shame the shrill harpy yelling bellow us.
Brad's mom spotted the remains of his costume--Hugh Heffner? really Brad?--and I could see her turning red from all the way up there. Thinking quickly I spoke another wish.