The skirt fit my tush snugly, too. Then again, if I was chumming for sharks, why do half-measures?Rob looked positively dashing in his black tie and t...x. In line withthe marine analogy, he gasped like a fish out of water when he firstlaid eyes on me. It took a very stout straight-arm to his chest tobring him back into focus and away from his all-too-obvious advance.We were doing the 'star turn' all the way; he helped me into the backseat of the limo, then seated himself next to me. We picked up. Long auburn hair, almost covering one side of her face. Beautiful darkeyes, made up in smoky brown, and full dark red lips. She was in schooluniform I think, a white blouse and what seemed like a dark bra showingthrough. She was wearing a black choker round her neck. Her hands, withlong red nails, were on the arms of the chair - it was almost as if shewas siting on a throne.I tried to look downwards - my neck didn't want to move fully, but Icould see long nylon-clad legs and a short black. I had enough material left over after we wrote Paying the Bills, that I could write a lengthy piece on public unionization. I showed it to Simon and Schuster, and though they turned it down, they passed it along to The Economist, who ran it as a cover piece. This had surprised me and Eat the Strike! made a stir among the chattering classes in Washington.My premise had been that while unionization had been an overall plus in the private workforce, as far as the public workforce was concerned it. "You'll hear them in your own language, English. Don't worry about it." Robert said with a smile on his lips."Well what about..." Kathy began."Kat just leave it, relax and let the Chaplains take over." Cathy said."That's Kathy!" Kathy said and automatically heard Cathy reply 'whatever.' Then she closed her eyes and concentrated, around her the others also closed their eyes.Jameson looked at the relaxed people and sighed, "Once again I miss out. Well I better see what cook is preparing for.