Julia and Beatrice were lying side by side in the Spring sunshine on the Hall's extensive  lawn, whence they had just taken themselves.  Each lay with her chin propped up by her cupped hand and each was in a reflective mood.  Mrs  Jenkinson had just left the Hall after a long and persuasive sales pitch in which  that good lady had extolled the virtues of the mooted new communal facilities and the duties of those who are more fortunate in life's lottery towards those upon whom Lady Luck has smiled less kindly.

"A little bit of harmless fun" was how this good lady had described the forthcoming fete and carnival. The pair had heard about last year's "harmless fun" and were none too keen to be bracketed with the equine-faced and unintelligent Dorothy as a source of amusement to the village's drunken and lascivious youth.

"Aren't there any other local girls who would bare a bit of flesh?" Julia had asked at one point in the conversation.  "There must surely be a few presentable girls, even amongst that lot of inbred turnip-headed grotesques."

Mrs Jenkinson was only partly able to conceal her amusement at this unkind, if broadly accurate description of so many of the  townsfolk.

"Yes, my dear, there are several quite acceptable girls, but their fathers raised objections last year and would surely do so again.  In fact we daren't even ask this time around  - not with the elections coming up next month."

"Bloody hypocrites!" interjected Beatrice.  "Quite happy to ogle other people's daughters just as long as their own are kept under wraps.  Well, I don't choose to show myself (as you know), but  I'm not ashamed of what I've got, and if you ever got to see it, you'd know why!  I just don't see why there aren't less salacious ways of making money!"

"There are, my dear" replied the councillor, "But they all involve time,  money and effort and we've always prided ourselves on making a  modest capital outlay in relation to the money raised.  As  the dear Colonel said, people will always pay to look at bare female flesh -  a sad reflection on our  debased culture, but there we are.   And if they'll pay to look at poor simple Dorothy, who has a face that would curdle milk,  they'll pay even more to look at you two!"

The good lady finished her exhortation by reminding them  that they both clearly delighted in using their good looks to secure male admiration as a way of gratifying their own vanity, so why not use those physical charms to help raise money for a worthy and noble cause?

"It's not as if anyone is going to lay hands on that lovely flesh - they'll only be looking and thinking dirty thoughts and they think those thoughts about you two in any case." was how she finished.

The two girls continued to digest the good lady's pleas for some time as they lay, bikini-clad and slightly goose-fleshed in the still anaemic sun and fresh vernal breeze.  Julia was the first to talk.  As she stretched herself and wiggled her bare toes together, her legs up in the air, she looked round at her cousin.

"It's only one day in the year, Beatrice and it would be in a good cause, even if we never use the playing field ourselves.  I vote we give it a go."

Beatrice groaned loudly.

"Just think about it Julia my love.  Six hours on the town square without a stitch on us with all those repulsive Neanderthal peasants lusting after us and seeing everything we've got.  It's so utterly gross, Julia darling!   I can't even begin to think how you could go along with it.  And what if the weather turns cold?  It can in April, you know.  We've had snow in April before now!  Just our rotten luck if we did this year!"

Julia wriggled her feet again.

"Don't be such a killjoy, Bea.  Just because you choose to keep yourself under wraps all the time like some Iranian concubine in purdah!  It would do you a power of good to let the villagers look at you for a change and why should I be the only one to gaze at that lovely slim heavenly body!  You know we always do everything together.  I'm going to agree and so must you unless you want to break my heart."

"I could never break your sweet gentle heart, Julia!  You know that!  Maybe it won't be too bad - after all it's only for a few hours and I'm sure it's going to be a lovely warm Spring day."

Julia turned herself and lay on her back  She looked across at her cousin's slim and almost nude body - a sight few others ever got to see.  She had never ceased to admire that body - so different to her own.  Looking at the house and hoping they were not observed, she deftly undid Beatrice's bikini top and gently turned her not unwilling cousin to face upwards like herself.  She bent over and kissed those small, adorable and perfectly formed breasts over and over again as so many times before. She felt the familiar excitement stirring below her in that slim but electrically charged body.

"Come on Beatrice!"  Let's give those peasants a show they'll never forget!"