He undid another button on his shirt. Margaret's eyes widened slightly. She stole a quick, nervous glance up at Ian then her eyes swivelled back to Aaron. Another button. Aaron carried on talking. "I was invited here to bring some 'fresh new blood' to the society Ian. That's what you told us all in this very room last year." He thumped his finger into the table in front. Another button undone, and then another. "Well here it is Ian. Fresh new blood." Two more buttons, and the shirt was open to the waist.
Ian dropped his notes to the table. "What do you think you're doing?" he hissed. "And you'll address me as 'Chairman'."
But this time Aaron saw something else in Ian's eyes, something he hadn't seen before. Fear. Whether it was fear of Aaron, or fear of potentially losing his grip on all that he held dear, Aaron couldn't tell yet but it was definitely there and it spurred him on. He undid his cuffs and pulled the shirt completely off. "I want to offer something else to the society Ian. Not rules and regulations, but a new future for Naturism in this country." As he spoke, without bending over, below the table he slipped off his shoes. "A future without petty jobsworths spoiling every event with their over-officious nonsense. There's a whole new generation of people out there getting naked and you should be asking why it is that none of them want to join this society." Aaron unbuckled his belt, opened his trousers and let them drop.
Ian's bottom lip was quivering with anger, his eyes ablaze. "Put your clothes back on Mr Anderson. I'll have no nudity here. This ... IS ... A ... BOARD ... MEETING!"
"IT'S A NATURIST SOCIETY!" Everyone turned in shock to see Nigel Hawthorn push his chair back from the table, stand up and with arthritic fingers, slowly start to unbutton his tie.