I didn’t pull any punches in the letter, setting out that I could no longer work for a public authority that was led and controlled by people who were so morally bankrupt that they would destroy the life and marriage of one of their loyal employees by entering onto adulterous sexual relationships with the man’s wife.
I was called into a meeting with the CEO and Mayor just before lunch. I requested, and was granted, permission to have someone else in attendance to balance the numbers. There was no way I was going to allow myself to be railroaded. I invited the General Manager of Infrastructure and Technical Services to join us. I explained to him that I wanted him there as an observer and a possible witness. Knowing the CEO, he readily agreed.
It took a couple of hours, but we finally hammered out a win-lose outcome I won, and Uranus Shire Council came home in second place.
My wife and I packed our furniture and our gear and moved back to Queensland. We settled in a large town filled with friendly, hospitable people, a historical atmosphere and many historic buildings. It was in direct contrast to the town we’d left behind.
From there, I operated a business management consultancy until I retired, just a couple of years ago. My work took me all over the country, which is how Jimmy Brown and I crossed paths, once again.
It was about ten years after the Uranus Lawn Bowls Club incident.
I’d stopped in at the Cardwell Hotel — which was one of my regular stops when travelling in that part of the country — and there he was. I recognised him immediately. Apart from having bulked up a bit, the face I saw was the same one I’d last seen in the bowls club that night. It took him a bit longer to recognise me. I had changed.
It was only when I spoke that I saw his face light up in recognition. We ended up spending an enjoyable afternoon and evening together.
Over dinner, he told me that, as soon as he’d heard Scottie’s boast, he knew he’d been living a lie for years. He just hadn’t wanted to admit it. He said there was no point making a scene, so he disappeared out the back door and went in search of his soon to be ex-wife.
“I found her in his cabin. She was covered in his cum from head to toe. Her breath smelt of stale ejaculate and it was dripping from both her pussy and her arse. That was when I learned that he’d broken her to anal sex.
“I knew that if he’d used the same rough methods to introduce her to that form of sex as he used when working with horses, she would probably be torn up inside. It wasn’t until I got her home that I checked her out. Sure enough, he’d torn her anus. With the amount of cum leaking out of her, he must have done her more than once. How she’d managed to take him the second time, I have no idea.
“There’s always been bad blood between Scottie and me. I don’t know whether you know it, but we’re cousins.”
“I didn’t know,” I said, “but it doesn’t surprise me. I just assumed that everybody living in the shire was related in one way or another; some more closely than others.”