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The Rock-itt : July 2012
Here we are back in good old Sydney town and it’s 1932. Picking up where we left off from June’s issue, Errol has struck up a relationship with a wealthy older society woman who is married, but likes the company of younger men. Errol is not exactly over the moon with the situation but he has the arse out of his trousers and as the old adage goes. “Beggars can’t be choosers”, so he is hanging in until she gives him the boot and replaces him with a fresh face. But for the moment, she’s feeding and clothing him so he is sitting pat. In between all this he is trying to conceal the relationship from fiancée Naomi Dibbs, who believes in no sex before marriage. Harbour Bridge nears completion 1932 So while Naomi played the part of the vestal virgin, Errol portrayed the young stud with the appetite of a sexual gourmand with Madge, she taught him every trick in the book, possibly the book was, ‘The Karma Sutra’. She certainly knew how to please and be pleased and Errol was learning something valuable which would add a large chunk to his masculine reputation further down life’s track. Despite the sexual interludes, it must have been a real game of deception for Errol. Here he was engaged to Naomi who was herself part of Sydney’s social set and on the other side of the coin Madge, who was also a society woman. But as Madge’s worldly delights gradually enveloped Errol, his feelings for Naomi were beginning to dissipate, and he must have felt he was again imprisoned where his wild ways were being suppressed which usually sparked off his restless and adventurous nature to escape. Could this be the salvation from the quagmire which he had let himself gradually slide into? He looked back at Madge sleeping soundly, her nakedness so beautiful in the grey shadows of the room. But if stealing the jewellery were to end the whole bit with Naomi, Madge and being a worthless, penniless Gigolo, then now wasn’t the time to be noble or chivalrous. Scooping the jewels up he stuffed them into the pocket of his trousers and quietly left the room, hurried down the stairs and out onto the street, fleeing like a thief in the night. The Woolloomooloo district where Errol boarded at the Sailor’s Rest 1932 Errol began to feel the enormity of what he had done as he made his way back to the Sailor’s Rest at Woolloomooloo. How would Madge react when she wok e to find him gone along with her diamond jewellery? “My god, what have I done!” he thought. A perfect set-up, sex, and sustenance, she had made life a lot better than anyone had, yet here he was stealing from her at the first opportunity that had arisen. But the dirty deed had been done and there was no going back. Errol hid the jewels in the handle of his shaving brush, gathered his meagre possessions together and headed for the docks and boarded a steamer. But it hadn’t taken Madge long to discover her folly by trusting Errol who was onboard a steamer as it sat at the dock preparing to get underway. Unknowingly, two plain clothed private detectives had tracked Errol down and come onboard the steamer to retrieve Madge’s stolen jewellery. She had hired private detectives in place of going to the proper authorities as she wanted to keep it hushed up in case her husband started to get suspicious about her private life. As it stood at this very point in time, Naomi wanted Errol to settle down and marry her, have children, to have a nine to five job and slide into the world she had been brought up in. With Madge, there was no future, he was to her just another whimsical dalliance. He couldn’t imagine her cutting the ties to her wealth by running off with him. It was just another fling for her and Errol knew he was on a one way road to a very mediocre way of life. He felt trapped and needed to escape from both the life Naomi offered and also the one that he was living with Madge. Good old 9 to 5.... 1932 Style But as always, money was the catalyst. If he could just lay his hands on enough to escape Sydney and get the hell away to anywhere he could break the shackles of the mess he was now living. Then one night after he had sated Madge’s sexual appetite, and she had fallen asleep, he happened to glance at the top of her dressing table. There in the dim light Madge’s jewellery glittered, enticing Errol toward it like the Sirens which enticed ships onto the rocks in Greek mythology. . Hobart to Hollywood