7. On A Mission Of No Return.


As would have been noticed, I have translated the Aboriginal named places to English in my blogs because I like the way Australia from the word go should a respect to the different Aboriginal peoples by keeping their named places as such. There are about 500 different Aboriginal peoples in Australia, each with their own language and territory and usually made up of a large number of separate clans. Archaeologists believe that the Aboriginals first came to the Australian continent around 45,000 years ago. Aboriginals themselves, however, trace their creation back to the Dreamtime, an era long past when the earth was first formed. One Aboriginal man explained it thus: ‘By Dreaming we mean the belief that long ago these creatures started human society, they made all natural things and put them in a special place. These Dreaming creatures were connected to special places and special roads or tracks or paths. In many places the great creatures changed themselves into sites where their spirits stayed. Aboriginals have a special connection with everything that is natural. Aboriginals see themselves as part of nature … All things on earth we see as part human. It is true that people who belong to a particular area are really part of that area and if that area is destroyed they are also destroyed.’

When we arrived in 1972 in Australia, it saw the reformist Whitlam’s Labour Government replaced the assimilation policy with one of self-determination, and also established the Department of Aboriginal Affairs to meet the special needs of Aborigines. Between 1976 and 1983 the Northern Territory Land Rights Legislation returned large areas of land to Aboriginal communities. The Pitjantjatjara Land Rights Act gave Aborigines in South Australia rights to large areas of their traditional land. Eddie Mabo, who was a Torres Strait Islander, commenced a legal action against ‘terra nullus’, and Aboriginal Land Rights Legislation in New South Wales enabled them to make claims for crown land. The Whites in South Africa during that period were holding onto grim death everything the apartheid legislation laws had privileged them with, and more so the land. European settlement of Australia commenced in 1788. Prior to this, Indigenous Australians inhabited the continent and had unwritten laws, as documented in the case of the Yirrkala Aboriginal community. However, the Indigenous Australians did not have any form of political organization that Europeans could understand as being analogous to their own institutions, and the British could not find recognized leaders with the authority to sign treaties, so treaties were not signed (in contrast to British colonial practices in many areas of North America, Africa, New Zealand, etc.). The first test of ‘terra nullius’ in Australia occurred with the decision that the native inhabitants were only subject to English law where the incident concerned both natives and settlers, with  the rationale  that Aboriginal tribal groups already operated under their own legal systems. In 1835 Governor Bourke implemented the doctrine of terra nullius by proclaiming that Indigenous Australians could not sell or assign land, nor could an individual person or group acquire it, other than through distribution by the Crown. By the time of Mabo in 1992, terra nullius was the only explanation for the British settlement of Australia. Historians, more interested in politics than archives, misled the legal profession into believing that a phrase no one had heard of a few years before was the very basis of our statehood. There is some controversy as to the meaning of the term. For example, it is asserted that, rather than implying mere emptiness, terra nullius can be interpreted as an absence of civilized society. The English common law of the time allowed for the legal settlement of “uninhabited or barbarous country”. In 1996, The High Court re-visited the subject of native title, and the 4-3 majority in that stated that native title and pastoral leases could co-exist over the same area and that native peoples could use land for hunting and performing sacred ceremonies even without exercising rights of ownership. However, in the event of any conflict between the rights and interests of pastoralists and native title, it would be the former that would prevail. And so it is too with Aboriginals with pastoral and mining rights on their land.

With that bit of history out of the way, it seemed though that there weren’t any laws governing industrial espionage in Australia into which I walked with my eyes closed in the furniture department that I ran. The Melbourne Furniture Show held once a year at the Melbourne Exhibition Hall was where all newly designed furniture was displayed to attract sales. With new innovative designs produced by our firm throughout the year and copies been made by our competitors as soon as it was made available to the open market, at my third year as foreman I was introduced to the womanly wiles of the tactics used as a means to an end to achieve that outcome. I had redesigned our furniture display unit and was busy assembling it at the back of the workshop when called to the reception desk about a journalist there who wanted to do a write up about the forthcoming show. All my incoming phone calls was screened and appointments were first vetoed by reception, that one intrigued me though for I couldn’t fathom why me. She was continental in appearance, beautiful, curvaceous, with legs that seemed to go on forever up her pleated skirt, which both are my weakness in women, and her smile and voice was sugar sweet. Her story was that she was doing a spread for a furniture magazine, and our firm was one of a few that were the leaders in contemporary designs that would fit into their forthcoming magazine concerning the show.

Full of my own importance and pride, her questions alluring to any new designs made me tell her that they were only at prototype stage and that I was redesigning the stand unit. Asking if she could take a quick look I obliged. She was taken aback though when seeing that the prototypes were only in its embryo stage of the pine framework and not in its entirety of upholstered lounge suites. Her further request of taking photographs of the finished lounge suites when completed for a splash on the front cover before the show received my answer that the proprietor had to approve that. She then suggest that when we had the brochures of the suites printed, which we did a month before the show for distribution there, if I could let her have them then as she might be inundated with work and maybe not have the time to take photographs of the completed lounge suites. On telling her that I might be able to arrange it, she squeezed my arm while drawing her body up against mine. It was after she had left that the receptionist mentioned that the journalist had work before also as a receptionist for one of our furniture competitors. However, when someone in the factory also commented that she still worked there but had been promoted to sales, it clicked with me then that they were out to copy our furniture for the open market before it was shown at the show, and to corner the sales. Not mentioning it to anyone, not even to Reg, because of not wanting anyone to know that I had been almost duped and wanting to teach her a lesson that she would never forget, I came up with plan that would also embarrass her. I had in my possession a lounge suite catalogue brought over from South Africa from the last furniture firm worked for. The designs were only suitable for that countries deco and would never sell on the Australian market. Again I used my amateur skills as a forger and counterfeiter by doctoring the catalogue with the firm’s logo onto the pictures, and it looked authentic.

I was going to play that one to the hilt, especially when she phoned a week before time to confirm my arrangement with her. My innocent sounding request to meet with her so as to fill in the rest of the details was met with an instant reply of having dinner at her place for it was private and she needed the company. What she didn’t know was that I had made extensive inquires about her and had found out that she was married, that her husband was away on a business trip interstate and that she did work for our competition. Her husband never came up in the conversation, which I didn’t also mention; however, although I was lying through my teeth about the false market research done concerning our newest range for the show, she was all ears and buying it. Eager for the brochures that I had also told her would be in a covered book form, which was the way the false one was, she was then plying me with drinks while ever so nice to me. What seemed to shatter her though was on telling her that it might not be a good idea to have our exclusive furniture in the magazine, because she had tried convincingly to assure me that it only would come out on the show-day. That had all been part of my prepared thought out plan to lead her up to what I really wanted to succeed with. By not continuing that line of conversation but rather showing an interest in a collection of music displayed caused her perplexity, and she became disconcerted. Carrying it a bit further by putting on music and asking her to dance, brought her a puzzled expression, but my request was accepted. The tables had turned then and she didn’t know where it was leading to, especially when removing my tie and jacket and kicking off my shoes. The music was soft and slow, and that was the way she was played, for I had begun to switch off the room lights one by one when dancing around the room with her. She had begun to slowly get the message that I was again falsely implanting, for she was hesitant at first, perhaps for the reason that she was married and hadn’t told me or was weighing up the consequences if it was worth it. It must have been really worthwhile for her work position as she interacted by also kicking off her shoes and moulding her body to mine. She had begun trembling though when slowly unbuttoning her blouse and removing it, and then doing the same with my shirt, and when slipping down the skirt, her fingernails dug into my back. Not knowing if the turn of events was causing her consternation or if it was sensually conducive, the removing of my daks (trousers) proved the latter. Her clinging to me then like a limpet would have been just as difficult to prise loose.

That wasn’t my intention, for she was only simmering and my purpose was for her to broil, and with her husband away for two weeks, time was on my side. We were as close as two peas in a pod, because while still swaying to the music she had interlocked her legs around mine while my hands supported her, but wanting to get closer she had begun to tug at my jocks (underwear). Not wanting any of that either, even though I was getting up a head of steam, my aim was to divert at every occasion when seeing her ready to succumb, because in that way she wouldn’t know if she was coming or going. My telling her that there would be plenty of other times to do what she had in mind, really threw her, and with the excuse of having a heavy workload the next day, I left. Her phone call the next day was one of apologetic embarrassment to the way she had reacted because of not ever having done anything like that before, especially as she was a married woman. She also went on about picking up the brochures as soon as they were ready because her husband was returning in a few days. Knowing positively it was lies about the husband, my obtrusive reply was that it was immaterial to me if she received the brochures or not, and as nobody else at the firm knew of our arrangement it would be unthinkable to come around to the factory. After telling her I was married too and also my first time indiscretion, and with problems at home I had almost thrown caution to the wind, and that her unexpected response had been good for my ego, caused the phone to go very quiet for some time. Her tone was more subdued then when asking when the brochures would be available, and my reply that the printers had advised that very morning its readiness within two days, made her voice go sugar sweet and drip with honey when inviting me to bring it around when ready.

So much for the husband, and knowing she was then in between a rock and a hard place, my arrival with the doctored brochures got her all excited. The lounge suites designs although pleasing to the eye because of its presentation was of the over-stuffed variety, which the Afrikaners thought was the bees knees (best), but in Australia loose cushions was the absolute go. Of course my fabricated market research and the brochures did the trick. The next trick was to put my plan into its final operation, and when asking to continue our dance of the last time, her switching off the lights confirmed what she had in mind. She must have been really pumped up about getting her hot hands on those brochures for it was also all over me, and she had not only wrapped her broiling body around me but her torso gyrations really pumped up the tempo. Getting her into the bedroom was a breeze; however, as she lay there spreadeagled on the bed ready for me to fulfil her torrid desires, what I did instead was to excuse myself to first go to the toilet, and then I dressed and shot through (leave unexpectedly). Her repeated phone calls the next day was of why and if we could meet up again. My replies was that seeing her laying there willing to give herself because of the brochures made her seem like a prostitute and that wasn’t my thing, and that it would be the same if we met up again, but that I hoped the brochures would be a means to an end for her, and then I hung up. Needless to say their mass production of the lounge suites went down like a lead balloon (crashed), and when trying to resurrect them at the furniture show it received the same reception. She was at the show with her boss, and on seeing the completely different designs to the ones they had received, the penny must have dropped for I was receiving icy stares, and if looks could have killed I would have dropped dead on the spot.


Gina climbing the ladder of success in modeling.


Gina modeling in a shot of bathing wear.


Party time at the Lorenzo’s again with Moi, Joan & José Gonsalves.


Party time again with Gina’s boyfriend George & Joan looking good with her new hair style.


Eddie Mabo with his legal team.


Australian Aboriginals celebrating in dance.


Australian Aboriginals celebrating with didgeridoo music.


2 thoughts on “7. On A Mission Of No Return.

  1. cedricmeyer4 says:

    The name’s Bond. Harold Lorenzo Bond!

  2. Her name should have been ‘Pussy Galore’

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