Chapter 7: The Waterhole
On Friday afternoon, after a particularly busy week of marking tests and writing end of term reports, Brandon walked back to the pub and was both surprised and excited to see Frank’s red Toyota Land Cruiser parked under the tree near his room. He opened his front door, wearing a radiant, expectant smile, only to find the room empty. ‘He’s over at the pub,’ Brandon concluded as he put down the programmes he was going to work on over the two-week school break.
He had a quick shower and changed into a loose T-shirt and shorts. Since arriving in Gunnanilla his style of dress had relaxed considerably. Drastically. He’d even taken to free-balling. The combination of constant, intense heat and underpants had made his crotch sweaty, which in turn had made it itchy. With
