A DRIVER.'S NIGHTMARE 05- CHRIS, ADAM & MR. REDBOTHAM - THE FINAL CHAPTER.
By 'Chris' a.k.a. MIKE REDBOTHAM

Read Chapters 1 - 4 for the background to this story.

I woke after the most traumatic day of my life feeling like SHIT!

My poor backside hurt, inside and out, but it was my head that caused me to ring in, sick.

It was throbbing after a sleepless night; it was spinning with all that had happened to me and my reaction to it.

Two days ago, I was a happily rampant hetero. Now I didn't know who or what I was!

I slumped in front of the telly, dozing fitfully, for most of the morning. By lunchtime, I had to get some fresh air and went out for a drive.

OK, I know what you are thinking! But, no, I didn't go back to THAT place! Just a drive in the country and a long walk along the riverbank.

It certainly helped to clear my throbbing head - although I was still as confused as ever.

But, what the hell? Come on, Christopher, pull yourself together. I still had my job, I was still young and fit…and I still had Jeanie. Oh!

Oh, well, we'll just have to see what happens.

Then, who should interrupt my reverie but Jeanie herself, on the mobile, thinking I was still away. She wanted to go shopping on Saturday. I can't say my heart was in it but I agreed, just to keep the peace.

I was feeling a lot better.

Little did I know my life was going to take another dramatic turn the next day.

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I woke the next morning feeling full of the joys of spring. I'd had a great meal and a fantastic night's sleep and was ready to face the world again.

I breezed into Geoff's office, "Hi, boss, sorry about yesterday. I had a shit headache."

"I'm not surprised," he grinned "after what happened to you." With that he gave my butt an enormous whack. I was really beginning to wonder about him, but it did feel good.

"Look," he said, "I want to talk to you about young Adam."

"Oh, that pain in the arse."

Adam hadn't been with us long. He was about 19 and had got everyone's back up with his insolence, slacking and being late. He was quite good looking with dark curly hair and big blue eyes, but his mouth was always turned down in a really surly expression. His one big passion was football, which he played every Saturday. He was a slim kid but the football had given him well-developed thighs.

"You should talk!" said Geoff, with a smirk. "But, seriously, he rolled in with a hang-over this morning and when we tested him he was still pissed (drunk)- well over the limit. So I've given him his final warning and suspended him for the day. We're well entitled to sack him but he's begged me to give him a final chance and, to be honest, I feel a bit sorry for the kid. His folks never paid him any attention and let him run wild. I dunno what'll happen to him if he loses this job. I wondered if you'd have a serious chat with him. You're the only one he seems to listen to."

"I can try if you like. It seems to me that he needs a good smacked bottom like I