Chapter 13

Twenty minutes after losing her tiny bikini top, Kylie had deftly and smilingly removed her equally tiny thong, waving the minimal garment triumphantly around her pretty head a few times before tossing it down to the cheering crowd below to join the rest of her meagre outfit. This caused even more of a riot than the earlier discard, hospitalising two unfortunates and leaving several others bruised and bleeding. The Colonel, who was watching from the vantage point of the Rose and Crown's saloon bar window, chuckled appreciatively. This really was turning out to be a splendid day! He thought of Kylie's father and his happiness lessened momentarily, but after all said and done, his was only one vote.

Whether it was the sense of freedom that her first ever experience of outdoor, let alone public, nudity brought her, or the fact of her body's belatedly adjusting to the many sudden temperature changes, Kylie was really enjoying every minute of it by this time and she pushed into a mental recess, the knowledge that her father was certainly going to give her the thrashing of her life, and then some, when he returned and heard all about today.

Kylie's daring made the baying crowd yell out for the other two to follow suit. They kept up a cacophony of sound which after twenty long and noisy minutes, showed no sign of abating. "Come on darlings, get em off", being the only identifiable words to emerge from the maelstrom of noise.

The other two were reluctant at first, both aware that the welfare of their own tender young bottoms was threatened by the inevitable parental wrath and fiery indignations. But the onlookers' full-throated persistence bore fruit after a further forty minutes, when Tracy removed her fluorescent top. She passed it to her boy friend, Dean, who had just turned up at this time and instructed him to take good care of it as it had cost her a lot of money. Dean complied leeringly. He was glad that all his mates could see what a fantastic pair of knockers his beloved possessed! Thirty minutes later they were all to see the rest of her goodies! As Tracy slipped off her bottom, the conformist Darlene, not wishing to be left out, also bared all. By this time all three were past caring! It was then that they became aware of a commotion on the other side of the square.
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"There now, Mrs Jenkinson! That's about as tight as I can make it! I always was good at knots. You can't move an inch in any direction, can you, you poor old dear! That'll teach you to fool around with me! I must leave you now - I have to compete with Dorothy as an attraction - alas, that will be a slight consolation for you, I fear and rather painful for me! Then I must help out with the water tank and assist generally now that you are all tied up and the Colonel and Uncle seem to have gone missing. Come with me Beatrice, we can leave this old cow on her own for a couple of minutes - she won't be going anywhere!"

When the two cousins were alone, Julia told Beatrice to fetch Mr Moss, the village barber - or Gentleman's Hair Stylist as he had lately and grandiloquently started to call himself. This gentleman soon arrived, looking distinctly uneasy but his face lightened when Julia merely asked for the loan, for an hour or so, of his leather razor strop. Acting on her instructions, the dutiful Beatrice fashioned a placard which was placed against the wooden screen lately used for the knife throwing act. It read as follows.