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...for Ada and companionship for George. Even if he wanted to say something to Ada, it was not possible for he was totally pissed on rum. George on the other hand didn’t appear to have had anything to drink. He looked completely sober.
‘You sleep here tonight Bundy. Mum, you make up a bed for Bundy.’ George said directing his words to Mildred who left the room. Bundy knew he was in trouble with Ada, but at that time of the night, and the amount of rum he’d drunk, he was incapable of explaining his actions to anyone. He staggered to the bed made up by Mildred hoping as he laid down the room would stop spinning and his stomach stop groaning. All through their drinking session neither George nor Bundy had anything to eat.
Bundy never felt as sick in all of his life as he felt when he awoke. When he awoke next morning Ada stood over him beside the bed. He could tell she was visibly upset but couldn’t say anything because he was too crook to think. All he could taste in his mouth was stale rum, which kept repeating from his stomach causing his mouth to smell foul.
‘The weddings off – I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last person on earth.’ Bundy could see she was upset.
‘I didn’t know we were getting married. I haven’t asked you yet.’
‘Don’t bother because the answer will be No!’ She replied and stomped from the bedroom.
He was feeling crook. All throughout his drinking days he’d never felt this sick before. His head ached; his stomach felt it had a fire burning;...

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...and his throat raw. His stomach felt like a volcano ready to erupt and he needed to visit the toilet.
He manoeuvred himself beside the toilet pedestal and fell to his knees. He positioned his face directly above the mouth of the pedestal, with the lid raised, his hands holding himself on either side of the pedestal stopping him from physically falling into the toilet. With a huge grunt from his stomach he tried in vane to vomit the poison from his stomach. All of his stomach muscles ached with pain. Nothing happened. He tried over and over again to rid the poison from his stomach, swearing he would never ever again drink RUM. His body shook and trembled.
He tried to no avail in ridding his stomach of the poison and felt truly sick from the alcohol he drunk the night before. He’d never been as sick as he was at that very moment before in his life and felt he was going to die. Looking at Ada he wished he had died. She was ashamed of him and showed no pity
Time heals all wounds, and it wasn’t before long Ada forgave Bundy for his behaviour. If Ada had known what the future held, in as far as Bundy’s drinking was concerned, she would have been better to end the relationship there and then. She gave him another chance.
To make up for lost time Bundy worked on George’s truck every moment he had available, finally completing the job making it look new again. He was totally satisfied with the final result.
Christmas was just around the corner, so Bundy thought it would be a good time to ask Ada to be his wife. She agreed. He hadn’t forgotten his Christmas two years before when with David and...

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...his mates went to the hotel and drank all through the festive season.
As a gesture to George, Bundy bought him a flagon of overproof rum for Christmas. Overproof rum is twice the strength of normal rum and a flagon is about five times the size of a normal bottle. When Bundy presented the flagon of rum to George, he looked overwhelmed and said to Bundy, ‘you think that you got into trouble before. What’s going to happen when we drink this one?’
‘I bought it for you, George.’ Bundy replied.
‘I can’t drink all of this on my own.’ He said and took the flagon from Bundy. ‘We’ll have a heart starter now before the women get home.’ George opening the top of the flagon instantly pouring some of its contents into a glass and handed one of the glasses to Bundy, ‘Here, don’t worry about the water; this’ll taste like mother’s milk, get it into yah.’ He lifted the glass to his lips instantly swallowing its contents. ‘Wahoo, that’s powerful.’ He poured a rum from the flagon.
Bundy wasn’t certain if he wanted to drink the rum again after his first time experience. He didn’t want George to think he was ‘chicken’ and he quickly swallowed the contents, feeling the warmth of the rum filtering down through his throat and into his stomach. This time he was going to be in control, he thought. He was on duty through the Christmas break, so this meant he would need to always be sober, if called on duty. He wanted to be sober, but with everyone wanting him to join them for a Christmas drink he thought it would be tough to say, no. It was tough at anytime to say no to alcohol...

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...He had another problem to face. A new ‘boss’ had been transferred to his police station who was totally different from the old one who he had admired very much. This new ‘boss’ didn’t understand that policing in the country was different to policing in the city. There were a lot of adjustments to be made, not only by the new ‘boss’ but also by Bundy.
Bundy was an individual who sometimes had much difficulty in ‘taking orders’ from his superiors. He’d make up his own mind about what had to be done and do it. Unfortunately, this was about to change when his new ‘boss’ wanted him to perform a foot patrol of the town. He knew he had to follow instructions from his superior officer so Bundy started walking along the main street of the town.
When he came to the first hotel, which he regularly visited before meeting Ada, he walked into the public bar to wish everyone a Merry Christmas. They were surprised to see him walk into the public bar wearing his full police uniform. The publican offered Bundy a beer for the festive season, which Bundy accepted, quickly swallowed its contents, thanked everyone before leaving to continue on with his foot patrol.
He continued to visit each hotel on his foot patrol each time accepting a cold beer at each hotel. By the time he returned to the police station, he certainly had a wobbly boot from drinking too much alcohol. His ‘boss’ immediately saw Bundy was affected by alcohol whilst he was on duty.
What happened next between Bundy and his ‘boss’ was unfortunate for his ‘boss’? Bundy lost...

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...his temper and abused his new ‘boss’ for instructing him to perform a foot patrol. Bundy was at a point in his life when he was not self disciplined enough to ‘follow instructions’. Instead of his new ‘boss’ arguing with Bundy about his ‘state of intoxication’ he left.
Bundy took a set of keys to a police vehicle and drove it out of the police yard to Ada’s home. When he arrived, Ada met him at the front gate, immediately she saw he was drunk. They went inside of the house so Ada could make Bundy some coffee to sober him up. The walls were bulging with relatives and friends of George and Mildred, who’d arrived to celebrate Christmas festivities.
When everyone noticed Bundy arrive, you could hear a pin drop, because they weren’t used to being in the presence of a police officer or mixing with them. He reassured them he was there to visit Ada and for no other reason. George came from the kitchen to welcome Bundy, ‘How yah going, Bundy, have a rum for Christmas.’ He yelled loud enough Bundy could hear him above the roar of the other people present and the music playing.
‘All right, George I will, I can’t get into any more trouble than at the moment.’ Bundy replied whilst George poured Bundy rum handing it to him.
At that moment his new ‘boss’ stood beside him in the kitchen of Ada’s home with a stern voice, ‘I’ll see you at the station.’ He quickly walked from the house to a police vehicle.
He followed his ‘boss’ in the same vehicle he’d driven to Ada’s house and returned to the police station and parked it out the back. He knew if ever...

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...he was in trouble now was the time. He had broken the law and all of the rules as a Law Enforcement Officer. He didn’t know what to expect when he walked up the rear stairs to the police station. On the veranda of the police station was the new ‘boss’ waiting for him to arrive.
He was in trouble for what he’d done. What was he going to do? He made an immediate decision that attack was better than defence. He walked closer to his ‘boss’ Bundy let out with a mouth full of verbal abuse to his new ‘boss’ and accused him of not knowing how to do his job and for him to go home and forget what had happened.
His ‘boss’ took Bundy’s advice and left before saying, ‘we’ll talk about this in the morning.’ Bundy’s mind was racing. He’d never in his life before ever abused anyone like he’d just done. He immediately felt ashamed by his behaviour. It was not like Bundy to react that way with anyone, not even when he confronted his father many years before about his drinking, he didn’t abuse anyone like he’d just done to his ‘boss’.
He sat on the back veranda at the police station with his legs swinging over the rear landing. He was fully laid out stretched on his back thinking about what had just happened between his ‘boss’ and himself. Many thoughts were screaming through his mind – should I resign – would I be arrested – many more thoughts about what had happened that night. What was happening to me? He thought as he was contemplating his future as a Law Enforcement Officer and his future with Ada.
While he laid out-stretched on the veranda his mind reacted to the thought of ‘what would happen...

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...if there was a serious accident for the police to investigate. What would he do? How would he do it? Guilt took over his mind about what had happened. He needed to make amends, how was he going to make these amends?
His major thought at that moment was ‘to resign from the police force’. Slowly he lifted himself onto his feet still feeling intoxicated; and walked to his desk and sat down in front of his typewriter. He placed a sheet of paper into the roller of the typewriter and started typing his resignation onto the paper. Once he’d completed his document he released it from the typewriter and signed it. Before leaving the police station after his shift had completed he left the signed resignation on his new ‘boss’ desk. He went to bed at the barracks.
It was well past breakfast time the following morning when Bundy woke up. He’d slept well during the night and felt much better than he felt the night before. He remembered parts of his shift the night before, but some of it was still a blur. He showered and dressed and walked over to the police station.
His ‘boss’ was in his office. All of the other officers by this time had learned of Bundy’s behaviour the night before, which they’d seen as a one off occasion. After all, people deserve a break at sometime and they thought at times, they’d wished each of them had had the courage to tell the ‘boss’ what they thought of him instead of not saying anything.
The ‘boss’ called Bundy into his office. ‘Take a seat Bundy we’ve got to have a talk.’ His ‘boss’ said as Bundy sheepishly walked into his office to...