On my 40th birthday, our family doctor, and long time friend Sally Mathers told me I was heading for an early grave because of my âgutless drunkenâ lifestyle. She pointed to my heavy smoking, excessive drinking, poor diet, and lack of exercise as the cause.
âA few years ago you were one of this countries leading footballers, you were an all round sportsman top in most sports, People looked up to you; You were a role model for many youngsters.
Look at you now, puffing and panting out of breath after climbing the few stairs to my officeâ
âLook at your pot bellyâ
âListen Doc someone once said to me âIf that was on a woman sheâd be pregnantâ I told them âIt has been and she isâ
She didnât laugh she just got angry. âThis is not a bloody laughing matter itâs serious.â âYou are becoming an embarrassment to your friends.â
âIâm sick of defending you.â
âIts three years since Nancy and the kids were killed by that drunken truckie out on the highway. You canât bring them back. Even if you did Nancy would be ashamed of you.You`re a bloody disgrace to her memory.â
Those last few words hurt.
She was wound up now and went on at full speed. âThere are a lot of people who have lost love ones. Look at your next door neighbour, Mrs Brown, her husband was killed, yes slaughtered, by a truckie out on the highway in his car.â
âShe looks like loosing that old motel they bought to work together. Your loss is no greater than hers. Sheâs not giving up, sheâs trying, even though she is running out of money, while you are pissing yours up against a wall.â
I woke next morning out on the farm, with a thumping head, a shitty mouth, and an upset gut.
Thinking over what Sally had said, I realised for the first time since I lost Nancy and the kids that,
âGrog wasnât the answer.â
For three days I went cold turkey, no grog, no smokes, no visitors, I stayed out on the farm with only my old dog for company. I milked the house cow, and gathered eggs from the chook run, living on eggs and milk.
On the fourth day, an old mate Harvey Smith drove up with a feed of meat and vegetables cooked to perfection by his lovely wife Judy.
Judy ran the townâs swimming pool. Harvey was told to feed me up and bring me into town to their home.
He told me Judy had got together with doctor Sally Mathers, and the pair was going to feed me good tucker and make me work at my old fitness routine.
âThey reckon in six months you will be ok.â Harvey said with a grin.
They were right. Or should I say âafter a lot of hard work and sweat they were proved right.â The most obvious outward improvement was the loss of my beer gut. Mentally I was fully recovered and ready to enjoy life again.
I visited Nina Brown and arranged to buy the Motel, located next door to my farm on the highway.
She was reluctant to leave and as I had no one to help, we agreed for her to stay and work for me.
As I worked around the motel, she convinced me to follow her husbandâs plans to remodel the Motel as a special Backpacker Girls Resort.
âWhy girlsâ I asked,
âBecause the great majority of foreign Backpackers travelling Northern Australia are women. Most come from Europe and travel in groups generally two or three or more for safety.â
Nina went on: âMy husband and I thought if we advertised our concept in Europe their parents may be happier knowing their daughters would go to a womenâs resort.â
âWe also planned to make our place popular with working Backpackers. We planned to buy a small bus and contract to local farms to supply backpacker labour.â
âWe could then guarantee visiting young women work on local tomato farms.â
âMost Backpackers come here to work for a few weeks to replenish their funds, before they go off to holiday on the Barrier Reef.â
âYouâve been a farmer so you know local tomato farmers would rather hire women as they are better pickers and packers.â
âThe farmers are always looking for casual labour. The locals donât pick because of the lousy wages they pay, but the foreign girls are just looking for quick money before they move on.â
I looked hard at her âNina I am bloody amazed at the work the pair of you put into these plans. You and I will make them happen.â
She started to cry âwe had good plans but we didnât plan on him getting killed.â
I pulled her to me and hugged her close. I was surprised by the firm tits that rubbed against my chest. I kept the hug going longer than necessary because her body was so enjoyable.
From the next day on it was head down and arse up, as I painted walls and ceilings, moved beds, constructed dormitories, developed a new sunken BBQ area, and built a small gym. I spread loads of beach sand around the edge of the farm dam to make a sunbaking area, restored gardens, bought the bus, signed contracts with farmers, went through all the police checks, anti discrimination legislation, and government approval processes.
Each night as I went to bed I would lay awake, my prick in my hand, dreaming about Nina Brown, Judy Smith, and Sally Mathers. In fact dreaming about any thing and any one with a skirt, who came anywhere near me. I was as horny as hell.
Nina Brownâs hard slim body was looking better every day. Those firm tits and nipples were indelibly imprinted in my brain.
One evening after a long day, I had lit the BBQ and while waiting for Harvey Judy and Sally to arrive I was plying Nina with liquor.
Nina was becoming more relaxed every minute when the bus company spoiled that plan by ringing to say eleven girls had arrived in town asking for our resort.
âElevenâ we exclaimed together. We had thought we would get one or two to start, but eleven in one hit was marvellous.
I took the bus in to pick them up. They were a bundle of joy to behold, young, happy, laughing, enjoying life.
As we drove back they told me they were from Sweden and Norway. They had heard of our new venture when they first met in Sydney. They wanted to stay for a couple of weeks and wanted work.
As we drove back I checked them out, asking and answering their questions.
Was I married, how old was I, where did I live, would I be driving them to work, what time did they start work, how many people lived in the town, how far to the beach etc etc
Helga the oldest at 23 looked me up and down, âWe are here to visit your beaches, see kangaroos, Koalas, and the barrier reef.
Eva a young buxom blonde broke in âmeet men.â âYes Helga continued, meet some Aussies, and get as much money as we can, as quickly as we can, and move on and have fun.â
Eva a short blonde with magnificent flashing blue eyes looked straight at the lump that had started to rise in my pants. âIn the hostel we stayed at in Sydney when we arrived three days ago, a lot of girls asked us to check this place out.â âIf itâs ok, many girls will pay you a visit.â
She winked as she spoke, studying me closely.
I studied the group. These blond beauties in their baggy shorts and loose tops were quickly pushing Nina Brownâs slim 35 year old body into the background of my mind.
Our arrival was a riot; Judy, Sally and Harvey had arrived and quickly settled the girls in their rooms. We invited them to join us at the Bar B Que.
One by one the girls joined us. It was like a fashion parade in which each wore as little as possible.