All the CSIRO staff were on strike. Chaz was minding the phones at Floreat. We were "management."CSIRO management and the union representing the agenc...'s 6500 staff will meet today to thrash out differences over a new enterprise agreement that has sparked two weeks of industrial action.The CSIRO Staff Association warns the action, the first national industrial campaign at the CSIRO in 15 years, could escalate if management refuses to raise its offer of a 3 per cent annual pay rise.The union is. Victor smiled, saying he knew a rest stop for truckers. There I could get satisfied with every kind of service… The evening was windy and I was wearing a short skirt that could ride up in the wind.Victor parked at this gas station and encouraged me to get out of the car.As I walked to the ladies’ room, swaying my hips in the darkness, I heard a harsh voice saying:"Hey slut, come here, stupid cock teasing slut..."This deep voice could only be owned by a nigger; so I turned around and saw a huge. "Are you married, Diego?" Married? Did you say married, Senora? No, Diego not married. But he is good worker."She liked the way he talked about himself in the third person. It made him seem like a salesman for his own labors."I might have a job for you, but you must have a form of identification to show your true name. Do you have your Mexican documents?"The sun darkened short man pulled out his wallet and waved a bedraggled piece of paper at her."I have here, senora. See, it say Diego Gonzalez. "Not likely," John agreed. "Then come in the water with me," she said, "or I'll come out there and drag you in, clothes and all." "You couldn't even if you tried," John laughed. "But I'd try, and that's the thing, isn't it?" Kelly laughed, seeing the truth of what she said register on his face. "If you're not in the water by the count of three, I'm coming out to get you," she warned. "One. Two. Three. Then here I come," Kelly said, swimming towards the bank. John just stood there watching her,.