Naturalists - Penny and Gordon
The small group of women arranged themselves around the table, in the side hall of the local church.
"I'm really quite excited," said Mildred, opening the minutes book and setting out her pens ready to take notes.
"It's about time we got some young blood in our little group," added Evelyn. "Thank you for arranging the speaker Lady Creighton-Ward."
Penny nodded graciously, split her scone open, and tried to remember if these ladies insisted on cream or jam first. The wrong choice would be sacrilegious!
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in! Come in!" called Evelyn.
A blond man in his early-twenties entered, wearing a full-length raincoat that reached to his ankles.
"Please, take off your coat and join us," welcomed Agnes.
He did.
He was stark naked!
"Oh Good Lord! What do you think you are playing at, young man?" shrieked Doris.
"You said to come and join the naturists group," Gordon looked over at a mortified Penny.
"Oh, Gordon! I think your ears must be filled with water! I said 'naturalists!" Dairy or preserve was the least of Penny's immediate concerns.
Mildred, flushed, and fanned herself with the minutes book.
She wondered if this young man could be persuaded to join the art group.