Weekly Drabble Challenge (grin and bare it)

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Rules:
1) A drabble is, by definition, a 100-word story therefore all responses should be 100 words exactly, no exceptions.
2) You may also choose to respond to this challenge with a five-minute sketch.
3)PLEASE put the word DRABBLE at the top of your post. That way people can easily spot the drabbles in amongst any reader comments they receive.

RATING:I don't think this should be limited so reader beware that they could be any rating (you could put it in the subject line if you feel it needs it)

PLEASE try to remember to make each drabble a comment in response to the original post. That way, if the comments start to collapse, the drabbles themselves should remain visible.

This week: Through whatever concatenation of circumstances, Jeeves is called upon to be his professional and unflappable self while completely naked.

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[caligularib.livejournal.com]

Did they have nudist communities in the 20s? ....Not that I have a reason for J&W to be at one, just pondering.

[cherrypep.livejournal.com]

This might be relevant: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freik%C3%B6rperkultur

"In 1898 the first FKK club was founded in Essen. In 1900 more and more Swedish baths arose in rooms in Berlin and on the North and Baltic seas. A few years before there were mixed sex baths in many places, which, although requiring contemporary, modest bath clothes, were either forbidden or regarded as immoral. Also, in 1900 the naturist movement began in France.

Behind the FKK movement lay, at least in Germany, an attitude towards life in which the naked body is not shameful. The nudity of FKK should not involve sexuality. In this light, the need to be nude in the shower or sauna does not belong with Freikörperkultur, since it's practically necessary. In FKK, nudity has prior group consensus, and therefore demands no reserved zones, such as separate beaches or club areas.

A while later, after the political liberalization, conservative circles tried to challenge the increasingly popular (especially among urban intellectuals) nude baths as a corruption of morality.

Naturism between World War I and World War II

The first nude beach in Germany was established in 1920 on the island of Sylt. In 1933 after the Hitler government came to power, nudist organizations were banned or integrated into Nazi organizations. The first dissertation about the FKK movement was written in the 1930s."

Been to Sylt. There are still some nude beaches there. You haven't lived til you have had to buy a beach access ticket from a naked lifeguard...

[wotwotleigh.livejournal.com]

It was definitely a well-known phenomenon by the early 1930s at least: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ub4hLp26vWQ (SFW)

[cherrypep.livejournal.com]

The beach was busy. Miles of peaky white flesh in every direction. We bought our tickets from a middle-aged gentleman wearing nothing but an incipient sunburn and a pen and whistle on a string around his neck.

"Jeeves," I said tentatively, "Is this a nudist beach?"

"I believe so."

I stripped, though I covered my head with a knotted handkerchief. Jeeves protested, but my hatred of a sunburned scalp exceeds my need to successfully emulate the well-dressed nudist. Leaving my clothes in a neat pile, I went for a swim.

My leisurely splashing was interrupted by a sudden cramp. I yelped and clutched at my leg, going under. Fighting back to the surface, another cramp tore at me. Strong arms grabbed my shoulders: I thrashed, hearing Jeeves' voice but too panicked to respond. After a moment, something clocked me one and I went limp.

When I came to, I was sitting on a neatly laid-out towel in the shadow of a four-seater blue-striped basketwork beach-chair. Jeeves knelt beside me, bearing a tray. "A drink, sir?"

I took the glass. Dashed odd thing to be served cocktails by a nude valet.

He inquired after my health.

"Much better," I said. "Thank you, Jeeves." Mindful of the great debt I owed him, I made the ultimate sacrifice. "Jeeves, you may dispose of my knotted handkerchief. You have saved my life. The least I can do is to burn with good grace."

He smiled slightly, arms folded across his splendid chest. "Thank you, sir. I have already done so, sir."

Unbidden, my hand went to my head, finding nothing but salt-stiffened hair. I looked around: the lifeguard now wore nothing but incipient sunburn, a pen and whistle, and a neatly tied handkerchief protecting his privates from the midday sun.

"Jeeves!" I said.

He raised a silent eyebrow.

"Jeeves, I..." I paused, wondering what to say. "I have to admit," I said at length, "it probably looks better on the lifeguard."

[lawnnun.livejournal.com]

Always bouncing back from a crisis so quickly. XD

And that is an excellent use for a handkerchief.

[haikitteh.livejournal.com]

Ah, the ultimate sacrifice! Goodbye, knotted hanky!

That was funny vivid. I could almost feel the sun beating down on my bare parts. :D

[rokikurama.livejournal.com]

Wonderfully in character and hilarious! Your prose is tanned in all the right places ;-)

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

*snirk* You know Jeeves was planning how to get rid of it about three seconds after it appeared.
This was a hoot!

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

DRABBLE: Alas, All Is Revealed

I tried, and tried, and tried some more, and I COULD NOT get this down to 100 words, so I trimmed and juggled till it was an even 150 words, so 'drabble & a half' and still too short for my preferences. As usual.
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“But, Aunt Dahlia—” Bertie tried for about the twentieth time since she’d barged through the front door. Keeping the Wooster corpus between Dahlia and the kitchenette by standing in the doorway, Bertie mentally willed the hastily-tied knot in the sash of his dressing gown to hold fast.

“Bertram Wooster, I’ve tracked you all the way to France, then to this tiny flat, and if you think—” She broke off when the door behind Bertie opened.

“Excuse me, sir,” Jeeves' voice startled Bertie into moving aside. Bertie then gave a strangled squawk and Aunt Dahlia’s mouth fell open on a sharp gasp.

Jeeves, clad only in the suit issued him at birth, shimmered over to set the tea tray on the occasional table and stand in poised attentiveness, tea-towel draped over one wrist to hang strategically before him. “Tea is served, Madame. Sir.”

“Young blot,” Dahlia roared. “Start talking!”