Einreb parked his little yellowish Beetle in front of troll Associates'
Lethbridge building in Mahwah and made his way to his cubicle, as he had
done nearly every work day for the past 10 years.

'' Morning Yrral ! '' Einreb said as he passed Yrral Allemoc 's third power at 10 to
9 on a Monday morning.

'' Morning Einreb ! '' Yrral called back.

'' Where 's Gerg ? '' Einreb asked.

'' I do n't be intimate ; he 's going to be late in a bit, '' the honcho said.

Sure enough, the receptionist then announced over the PA system,
'' Attention please ! The sentence is now nine o'clock ! ``

Einreb poked his headway into Yrral 's regular hexahedron, `` Did n't Gerg say he was going
to a Grateful Dead concert over the weekend ? ``

'' Yeah, I think so, '' Yrral answered.

'' Ah ! He must be out buying a new car again. ``

'' Mmm, '' the honcho muttered.

Einreb stopped over at Tnecillim 's cube. `` Hi Tneci ! You got the paries
textures for Monster snarl for me ? ``

'' Yup ! Here ! '' she answered and handed him a floppy diskette.

Einreb booted up his figurer and began to merge the artist 's graphics
with his assembler code when Evets popped into Einreb 's regular hexahedron, handing
Einreb a floppy disk. `` Here 's the background MIDI for the boss fight. ``

'' Thanks, Evets ! '' Einreb said as Gerg wandered in.

'' Morning everyone ! '' Gerg said.

'' Morning Gerg, '' Yrral answered. `` What happened ? ``

'' Sorry I 'm lately. I, er, had an accident this weekend. ``

'' Hey Gerg ! '' Einreb called out. `` That 's three-for-three now. Three Dead
concerts and three wrecked railcar in the past tense year. Maybe there 's a rule
there you can do something about ... ''



'' Shut up ! '' Gerg sneered back.



Einreb loved his job as a figurer game programmer for trolling. Sometimes
he longed to knead for a company that people actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made games for the Atari 2600 that people actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself lucky to have been recruited by
Troll before he even graduated from Orange County residential area College 10
twelvemonth ago. Though graduating with award and on the doyen 's list did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the start of study, breaks, lunch, and
end of day, was a joke among the professional staff. Still, it was a great
working environment. almost of the sentence, it was very laid-back. Though
things heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
calculator biz for a animation certainly pulse cranking out business sector reports and
statistical analytic thinking that was the norm of most programmers. head-shrinker
often called him nearly every night trying to lure him into taking a
higher-paying C.P.U. COBOL job at UPS, A & P, or BMW. He always politely
refused. `` COBOL ? Ugh ! ``

He and Yrral often played Flight Simulator in tie fashion during luncheon
hour together. And it was a running antic how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cars coming place from Grateful Dead concerts.

organism a young chemical group, the cat often invited each other to their bachelor
pads for parties.

Evets had invited the mathematical group to his family one Friday nighttime after employment for
a footling party. Einreb, Yrral, Gerg, Mit, Ycnan, and Tnecillim were all
sitting around Evets'coffee table one Fri dark after workplace as Evets
came out of his bedroom and lit a joint.

When Einreb 's turn came around he said, `` No thanks. ``

'' What ? You do n't party ? '' Gerg asked in shock.

'' I do n't. But it 's okeh ; I 'm a Libertarian ! I 've no job with what
early hoi polloi do for fun. But I do n't do drugs, myself. ``

'' Oh, descend on ! One joint is n't going to pain ! '' Evets insisted.

'' You guys enjoy ! Do n't mind me ! '' Einreb replied.

As it was, the company ended early and Einreb headed home in his yellowed
bug.

fall was well under way when Yrral was promoted to marketing psychoanalyst,
and Gerg was promoted to wield the game development group.



The drop-dead ship date was 24 hours away and Einreb still had n't fixed
that bug that the examiner had found that caused the party boss monster to run
around in circles when he was down to 1 hit point.

The receptionist announced five o'clock over the PA system on Wednesday
evening, but Einreb stayed at his desk. Within five minutes, the building
was completely empty.

Einreb continued to run compiles and tryout. `` damn ! ``

5:00 PM quickly ran into 6:00 AM when Einreb finally got the game done.

Rather than drive home and then force back to work again in a few hours,
Einreb curled up on the trading floor under his desk and fell asleep.

When Gerg came to Einreb 's kiosk at 4:45 on the following Friday,
Einreb had a bad feeling. Whenever someone got fired from Troll, it was
always at 4:45 on a Friday.

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

'' I 'm blue to severalize you, but we had a meeting with Yrral and got approving
from Mr. and Mrs. Retcehcs, and have decided that we no longer ask your
military service. ``

'' What ! '' Einreb said. `` After I just put in a 32 hour day to get that
game done ! ``

'' That has nothing to do with it. ``

'' You 're damn right about that, Gerg ! It 's because I wo n't smoke drugs
with you ! ``

'' clean and jerk out your desk and ejaculate with me, Einreb ! ``

# # #

'' I did n't do it ! '' Einreb pounded on the mesa in the interrogative sentence room
at the Piscataway police station.

'' We have respective witnesses who overheard you make a terrorist threat
this good morning, '' Detective Llemtrac sneered back.

'' It was n't like that ! We all knew that AT & T was handing out the layoff
notices this morning, and we were all making gag about it ; you know,
gallows bodily fluid. No one was making any terrorist threats ! ``

'' But you did mention a bomb. ``



'' wellspring, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't realize they were steering
the conversation to trick me into using the'b'countersign until the police
showed up at my sign ! I was so come together to saving the princess in Super
Mario World, too ! ``

'' Why would they do that to you ? ``

'' I explained that to you already ! '' Einreb said through clenched teeth.
'' It 's all because of the hazing ! I told you that after I complained about
the birthday lacing to Dref ... ''



'' Who ? '' the police detective demanded.

'' Dnanidref. He 's the coach of another evolution mathematical group in the
department. I never worked under him, but we were sort of booster. I had
asked him to see if he could do something about the natal day trouncing. ``

'' Why did n't you ask your own managing director ? ``



'' Mij Htims ? He was in on the hazing as must as the eternal sleep of the caboodle !
They all said they were going to get back at me for asking Dref for
help ... ''

The detective leaned forward and stared into Einreb 's eyes. `` If you 're
making charge at your manager to get out of this, you 're gon na be in
even gravid difficulty ! ``



'' Then give me a lie detector tryout, that 'll evidence I 'm telling the trueness ! ``




The detective ignored Einreb 's plea and pressed on. `` Were you ever in
the military ? ``

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any hitman ? ``

The police detective grilled Einreb on and on and finally left him alone in the
inquiry elbow room for another one-half hour, then drove him back to the AT & T
construction and turned him over to corporate security.

Lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the executive management team of the
division, were there and slowly show the theme handed to him by the
detective. `` Do you know evacuating the building this daybreak cost AT & T
over $ 100,000 ? ``

'' You 're blaming me for your paranoia ! `` Einreb asked the suit. `` You
made the decision to evacuate the building, not me ! ``



'' You 're suspended until further notice, '' is all he said in reply.

'' I gave five years of my life to AT & T, lien ! I deserve better treatment
than this ! ``

The case turned his backbone and left wing, and corporate security escorted
Einreb out.



Einreb cried all through the night. Six bottles worth of Nytol pills
sat, uneaten, in a big pile on his night table. He did n't even get a
chance to say `` goodbye '' to Airam. Being a shy loner, she was the nigh
he had to a just friend, whom he went out to tiffin with once a week or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendship could have
turned into something more ...

Eventually, though, things improved. His reprieve ended and he
returned to work at AT & T, but assigned to a unlike department. Most of
the people he had known before had been laid off that fateful day. `` Good
exclusion ! '' he thought of most of them -- though he never got up the courage
to foretell Airam back again, nor did she ever call him. A few people asked
him if he really did it and what it was like to be arrested, despite
promises from Lein Tnaf that his concealment would be protected.

He even bumped into his other District handler, Yrrab Remmir who
commented, `` As a Christian, I believe AT & T did the good thing. Somebody
who ca n't go along with some bare agency hazing fun without being a
whistle-blower about it deserves to die. ``

Hardened to incorporated life, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
did n't make it through the side by side round of layoffs that AT & T held five years
later. Largely, he suspected, because of the lawsuit he had brought
against AT & T for the natal day Beating hazing and for his false arrest.

# # #

( Hey ! This is supposed to be a sex report ! So where 's the frigging
sex ? )

( Just hold on ! It 's coming ! )

# # # #

After being unemployed people for nearly a class, and beating Metal Gear Solid,
and final illusion VII and octad, Einreb had found a clerical job at shielder
life-time through Eugene Curran Kelly Services.

A few hebdomad earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the department head, offered him the
job immediately at the conclusion of the audience, and he accepted it.
The two-hour commute to Bethlehem was dire, but at least he was doing
a reverse commute from Piscataway to Keystone State along I-78. The traffic
in the opposite commission crawled toward New House of York in the morn, and
crawled back toward Pennsylvania in the evening, but for Einreb traffic was
igniter except for the occasional big rig pulling out of the motortruck stops that
lined the expressway.

Einreb parked his big white Cadillac DeVille behind the Guardian
building and headed toward the employee entrance. It was a relatively
stress-free clerical job, although it barely paid above minimum wage.

'' Hey '' Nairb called out as their route converged toward the ingress of
the office, `` gracious car ! How 's a clerk afford a Cadillac ? ``

As part of the village understanding, Einreb is n't allowed to let the cat out of the bag about
his settlement with AT & T ( but Einreb 's friends are : - ), so he just told a
unlike trueness, `` I got a good severance package from AT & T. ``

Once inside, Einreb and Nairb went their distinguish direction as Einreb
settled into his cubicle for the day.



'' Hey Einreb ! '' Naoj called out from the carrel across the aisle.



'' What 's up ? '' Einreb asked.



'' How do I find especial fictional character in SPF edit again ? ``



'' Type F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No problem. ``

At work, the programmers around him had discovered that his 10 days of
mainframe programming experience at AT & T, and 20 years programming overall,
came in handy when they needed to know some esoteric detail about ISPF,
COBOL, PL/1, JCL, VSAM, DB/2 or CICS.



'' Hey Einreb ! '' Rehtse asked while leaning over the cubicle wall from her
cubicle adjacent to his.



'' What 's up, Rehtse ? ``



'' Do you recognise an well-heeled way to inclose sequence bit into a savorless Indian file ? ``



'' Sure, you can do that with ISPF. Just edit the file, turn number mode
on, then grow it off again. ``



'' I already tried that. The file is too big for SPF, and I do n't want
COBOL enumeration. ``



'' You could always use Syncsort. ``



'' Syncsort ? You ca n't put sequence numbers in a file with Syncsort ! ``



'' Sure you can ! I 've done it plentifulness of times to build mental test data. ``



'' Then why is n't it in Quick-ref ? ``



'' It 's in Quickref, but Quickref does n't explain clearly how to do it. ``



'' You 're pulling my leg, Einreb. ``



As a clerk, Einreb did n't let a TSO ID. `` Let me sit at your last
for a moment, and I 'll record you how. ``



'' I do n't really have time for this, Einreb, '' Rehtse said. `` But suit
yourself. ``



Einreb sat at Rehtse 's terminal and typed the following JCL into a
member in her JCLLIB PDS :



//SORT EXEC PGM=SYNCSORT, REGION=4M

//SORTLIB DD DSN=SYS1.SORTLIB, DISP=SHR

//SYSOUT DD SYSOUT=*

//SORTIN DD *

/*

//SORTOUT DD DSN=REHTSE01.TEST.SORT,

// DISP= ( NEW, CATLG, DELETE ),

// UNIT=DISK, SPACE= ( CYL, ( 1,1 ), RLSE ),

// DCB= ( RECFM=FB, LRECL=15, BLKSIZE=0 )

//SYSIN DD *

sorting FIELDS= ( 0001,010, CH, A )

OUTREC FIELDS= ( SEQNUM,5, ZD, START=8, INCR=3,0001,010 )

/*

'' There, '' Einreb said. `` modification the START and INCR values to suit your
needs, put a JOB bill of fare on it, put some test data in SORTIN, print the output signal
data file with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his cube to continue transcribing his minutes from
this daybreak 's budget meeting into an e-mail to send out to all the
managers.

The eternal sleep of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving conference way for
coming get together, calling Xerox to quest a technician for a belligerent
copier, and confirming that the cafeteria will dish deep brown at tomorrow 's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his gall bladder surgery a few days back, when he had
medical policy at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has bouts of diarrhea at the
most inconvenient times. Taking Imodium helped when he had architectural plan to do
something on a Saturday afternoon, but he did n't need to be subordinate on
pharmaceuticals to subsist his day-to-day life. That evening, about a 45
moment into his commute, nearly half way nursing home, Einreb stopped into motortruck
Stops of U.S. along I-78 to use the men 's room.

After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the diminished teamster'
storehouse for a few min. Like a quickie-mart, they sold collation and soda,
but they also sold truckers'log books, maps, CB radios, mud flaps
depicting naked women, and assorted other `` truck '' poppycock. He excused
himself past the truckers browsing around, all big burly guys whom he
would n't want to piss off.

When he arrived home, he was thrilled to have a phone substance from a
recruiter who had found his curriculum vitae on programmingjobs.com.

He called the recruiter back and, about 15 minutes later, had lined up
an consultation with Unisys in Trenton the pursue day for a permanent
programming job with benefits.



With his interview cause still freshly pressed, he called in sick, headed
down Route 1 past the Quakerbridge promenade, and got off north of Trenton.



The HR manager, Nerak Klov, met him in the lobby and showed him in to a
conference room. She talked briefly about party benefits and such before
leaving to bring in the management team who would consultation him.



The management squad filed in and introduced themselves to Einreb. The
coach was Nylorac Nesredna, and the other phallus of the team were Ennayd
Yksnad, Ekim Sirrom, and Lav Veyilas.



Nylorac started by asking him what utility he would use to create a VSAM
file.



'' Everyone knows that ! '' Einreb answered. `` You use IDCAMS. ``



Nylorac laughed and said, `` Not everyone knows that. ``



The proficient questions were pretty introductory, but the press was building
during his first jibe at a programming job in over a year.

'' What is the remainder between a join and a pairing ? '' Ekim asked.

Einreb answered, `` A join takes two different table and connects them
side-by-side, using key in each of the board to jibe up corresponding
rows, to ca-ca one wide table. An inner join only returns rows where tonality
peer on both tabular array, but an outer join retort every row of both mesa,
even if there 's no matching key on one table. '' He knew his solution was
somewhat imprecise and there was More to it than that, and he could go on
about left and right articulation, but he did n't want to wee a mistake and say
something wrong, so he left it at that. Besides, sum and joins are
really inefficient SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can help
it.

'' And what about a sum ? '' Ekim persisted.

'' A union takes two table with similar characteristics and pot them
to take in one long table. '' Again, he knew the answer was somewhat imprecise.
Most programmers would produce a sentiment of the tables and create the juncture or
UNION from the VIEW rather than the table itself, but anyone who knew DB2
would acknowledge what he meant.

Ekim continued asking about pointer, DML vs. DDL, SPUFI, DCLGEN, and
other aspects of DB2 programming.



Then their focus changed to CICS question. His judgement froze when Ennayd
asked him what TRANID he would use to debug a CICS program. He knew the
answer. It was on the tip of his natural language. But all he could say was,
'' Sorry, my mind went blank. ``



Still, he knew that he had answered near of the proficient interrogative
correctly.



The personality enquiry came adjacent. world-class came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to work alone or in a team ? '' question.



Einreb was a programmer through and through. Like any self-respectful
tekki eccentric, he loved nix better than to be given a set of
requirements, a deadline, and left alone to inscribe. `` I love to act with
mass, '' he answered. `` I 've worked on large teams, and I 've worked alone.
I work well either way. ``



'' What was your favorite assignment ? ``



That was easy. `` The metre I was the death leftover programmer on a small
project as a result of downsizing. I was assigned to a director who knew
little about my labor, so I met with my user, did software sustenance,
ran the day-to-day production bike, and my desk phone was the help line for the
system. ``



The questioning went on like that for about an time of day, then they asked him
if he had any questions.



Of form, he wanted to ask them the really important interrogative, like
how long the workday was, if they can wear down blue jean to work, and how many
vacation days they got a year. But he knew better. `` What challenges will
I face on this assignment ? '' and `` Have you done a risk analysis for the
work, and what contingencies have you identified ? ``



The interview finally ended and they thanked each other for their time.



Einreb started his car and his middle suddenly brightened. He rolled down
his window and yelled out, `` CEDF ! '' as if the hoi polloi on the 4th floor of the
distant power building could hear, while drawing singular stares from
passers-by on the sidewalk.



Upon returning home, he made a few change to the thank-you letters he
had already saved in his PC, printed them out, and dropped them in the
mail.



Upon arriving at oeuvre the following day, Noaj called over to Einreb from
her regular hexahedron. `` Hey Einreb, can you come over for a second ? ``



Thankful to involve a time out from figuring how many bagel he needed to
order from the cafeteria for future workweek 's department condition encounter, Einreb
across the aisle. `` What 's up, Noaj ? ``

'' My TSO session 's locked up recalling an HSM 'd dataset ! Ever since
Desktop serving re-imaged my PC to XP finale month, I lost my PA2 key ! They
say you 're salutary at this PC stuff too. Do you know how to get my PA2 key
back ? ``

'' I 'll try. Let me have a place, '' Einreb said.

Einreb had never used IBM master of ceremonies On Demand before, and he preferred
Rumba, but he knew that these TN3270 imitator all worked much the Sami.
He clicked on EDIT, then PREFERENCES, then KEYBOARD. ``

'' I tried that, '' Noaj said, `` I do n't see any of the AID keys listed. ``

Einreb clicked on the free fall down bill of fare under family and selected boniface
FUNCTIONS. He scrolled down the list until he found PA1 and highlighted
the row. He pressed ALT and F1 together, but cipher happened. He rubbed
his chin and then clicked on ASSIGN KEY. Again he pressed ALT and F1
together and the key succession appeared in the row for PA1. He repeated the
pace for PA2 and PA3.

He clicked on APPLY and ended out of the computer menu back to Noaj 's TSO
session. Pressing ALT and F2, he broke out of the HSM wait.

'' There ! ALT-F1 is your PA1 key, F2 is PA2, and so on. ``



'' Thanks Einreb ! You 're a life saver ! ``

'' No problem, '' Einreb answered and went back to counting bagels.

# # #

After several days had passed, he sent an email to Nerak Klov asking her
if they had reached a decision yet.

Her answer the following day was that they had chosen another candidate.

He replied asking her for some feedback why he was passed over, and she
replied again saying that he was n't very inviolable technically.

'' shit ! '' Einreb said to his computing device. `` I 'm as strong as anyone ! I 'm
just not a near salesman. ``

# # #

Several hebdomad passed without any further job star when Mit Nahanahs,
his immediate supervisor at protector, stopped by his stall and asked to
see him privately.

Mit spoke in his thickheaded London accent, `` Einreb, we 've had some complaints
from the head of care about the privy. ``

'' What about the privy ? '' Einreb asked.

'' He says you 've left messes in the lav on two occasions. ``

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few times that his looseness
after an occasional heavy lunch had overwhelmed a toilet in the men 's room
and caused it to overflow. But remembering advice that his attorney gave him
after the settlement of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the dear defensive structure
against almost any accusation was gross denial. `` You 've got the wrong
guy, Mit. I do n't know anything about any raft in the bathrooms ! ``

'' You were seen by the certificate guards on two occasions leaving the
can. The cleansing madam complained, and the head of care made a
big foetor to Knarf. ``

'' But I do n't know anything about this ! What does the head of
sustainment have against me ? What did I ever do to him ? ``

'' If you were a regular employee, you 'd be able-bodied to appeal. But since
you 're a temp, we have no pick but to let you go. ``

'' What ! You ca n't be grave, Mit ! Over a toilette overflowing ? ``

'' I need your badge, Einreb. Please follow me out of the building. ``

In accession to heavy feeding, stress also triggered his ailment. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury motortruck stop on his way home early on that day.
Einreb pondered his predicament while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
defender for violating the Americans With Disabilities Act ? I wonder if
lacking a gall bladder counts as a legal handicap. With my luck, I bet
it does n't ! Shit ! ``

On his way out, he stopped at the Burger male monarch sideboard and ordered a
hamburger and fries.

Making his way to the little dine area, he took a seat and watched the
big carriage drive in and out of the motortruck stop through the shell glass window
while he ate his burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have plentitude of
time to finish playing Halo. Maybe I 'll stop at the shopping mall on my way rest home
and pre-order aura 2. ``

He felt conspicuously out of spot sitting among the grubby looking
guy wire, presumably all truck number one wood. But he kept to himself while he
nibbled on his burger.

'' Hi there, '' a voice came from behind him.

Looking up from his Warren Earl Burger, a improbable black woman was standing over him
carrying a tray. `` Want some company ? '' she asked.

'' Uhm, trusted, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the muscular woman wearing
a gray coverall and heavy melanise study shoes.

Sitting down, she said, `` I 'm Tamila. ``

'' Einreb, '' Einreb said looking into her middle and guessing that she was
about his age.

'' Do you have sex how many truckers it takes to switch a luminousness lightbulb ? '' she
asked.

'' Uh, '' Einreb stammered. `` No. ``

'' None. They pay lumpers to do it ! '' and let out a giggle.

'' Oh ? '' is all Einreb said.

She leaned forward and whispered, `` Hmm, you 're precious. ``

Einreb gasped, `` Really ? '' He picked a short trucker slang in the handful
of times he had browsed through the truck driver'storage, and wondered if she
was what they called a lot lizard.

'' Yeah, you 're the first guy I seen in here in a yearn time what 's got all
his teeth, '' she whispered and laughed.

That was n't totally unfeigned, Einreb thought ; most of the teamster seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking guys. Though there was also to a greater extent than a few
who seemed rather seedy, with a honest share of visibly missing tooth. At
that, Einreb took a closer looking at at her. She was fairly attractive, though
not glamourous. And, yes, she had all her tooth, all pearly white. Her
hair was in cornrows on the top, and hung down all in gold braid along the side
and back. `` Well, you 're pretty attractive yourself, '' Einreb said.

'' Thanks, '' she said. `` So what you drive ? ``

Einreb leaned back. `` effort ? Uhm, a Cadillac. Why ? ``

She let out a flashy joke. `` A Cadillac ? That 's a proficient one ! ``

'' What do you drive ? '' he asked.

'' A Volvo, '' she said with a smile.

'' Oh ? '' Einreb remembered considering between the Cadillac, BMW, Benz,
Volvo, and Lexus, when he bought his Cadillac. `` Volvos are really nice. ``

'' Yup ! '' She said, `` The best ! And I only got 185,000 miles on it. ``

'' Oh ? So you 've had it for quite a few eld then ! ``

'' Nope ! Bought it brand name new shoemaker's last year, '' she said, beaming with pride.

'' last year ? '' Einreb choked back his amazement.

'' Yeah, got an Eaton-Fuller ten-speed and a Cummins 540 ... ''

Einreb was never one to trick out his cable car, and so had no clue what she
was talking about.

'' ... and, '' she reached out and slid her index finger down his deal toward
his fingers, `` a double sleeper condo upstairs. ``

'' Oh ! '' Einreb stammered, finally catching on.

Finishing their Burger, Einreb was frantically trying to mean of a way
to get out of there without causing a scene.

'' So, '' she said with a grin, `` your truck or mine ? ``

Einreb, having no truck, said, `` Your Volvo sounds safe. ``

'' Then fall on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the motortruck full stop, into a hall in the back, past a lounge where truckers
were watching a big-screen TV, and out into the parking lot in the dorsum,
jam-packed with 18-wheelers.

She led him to a truck emblazoned with the logo of a mammoth char
carrying a truck house trailer on her dorsum like telamon carrying the Earth. The
name under the logo said, `` Big Mutha truck driver. ``

'' Welcome to my rest home, '' Tamila said upon entering the cab of the motortruck,
whereupon she wrapped her blazonry around Einreb and slammed her mouth against
his.

back talk to mouth, Tamila pulled Einreb up into the slumberer mooring up above
in the binding of the cab. A short 9 '' TV hung down from the roof facing
the top dog of the bed.

Einreb did n't know where to get. He had never been with such an
fast-growing woman before. And he had never known many Joseph Black the great unwashed, let
alone had had a black girlfriend.

'' You 're shy ! '' she suddenly said as they fell into the bed overlooking
the Department of the Interior of the truck cab. `` That makes me so hot ! ``

Before Einreb had a luck to react, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her navel letting her bulbous breasts wiggle into view. Her mammilla had
already swollen handsome than he had ever seen nipples be.

'' Like 'em ? '' she asked.

'' Yeah ! '' Einreb said. `` They do look tasty ! ``

'' Then what you waiting for ? '' She leaned forward pressing him onto his
back and pressing one of her sooty nipples tightly down against his
mouth.

Einreb sucked the huge mamilla in his mouth for all he was Charles Frederick Worth, causing
it to swell even bigger.

A few mo later, she lifted her muscular chest up and lowered the
other nipple to his mouth.

By then, she was laying on top of him. After he had teased her other
nipple to tumesce proportions she lifted up and said, `` So, you going to
show me what you got, or what ? ``

He was already harder than he had ever been in a long time, and he hoped
she would be impressed, or at least not disappointed. He sat up, pilled
off his shirt, kicked his shoes off, unbuckled his rap and started to pull
his dock-walloper down.

'' Hurry up already ! '' she said. With a laughter, she added, `` I got to get my
load to Detroit by tomorrow ! ``

Einreb pulled his lumper off, then she grabbed his BVD 's and finished
the job, letting his member give to aid before her eyes.

'' Ohhhh ! '' she said with a grin and grabbed his putz. She stroked it a
few times, and Einreb felt the pressure edifice quickly. In another
second, he was going to explode into her hand.

She stopped, and kicked her shoes off, letting gloaming to the storey below,
then unzipped her coverall all the way off and tossed it down too.



She swung her naked black dead body onto his, with her ass over his head and
her header at his fork, and settled onto him.

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his rima oris, squeezing his chief
between her thigh, as she looked up directly into her deep dark opprobrious ass
crack hovering just above his face. Then he moaned when she plunged his
peter into her oral cavity. She took it all the way down her throat and began to
suck on it. Being well primed already, he let go, exploding deep into her
throat, with spasm after spasm.

She sucked him dry, then sat up, sitting on his face.

'' Now you eat me ! '' she commanded.

Her soaking pussy was pressing down directly against his mouth with the
force of the, not inconsequential, good weightiness of her body.

He began to work out slowly, then more forcefully. He was n't a tally wonk,
and so knew his way around a woman. He licked up and down her incision, poking
his tongue up into her slit, then down again to riffle her clit.

'' Oh ! Just do that ! '' she moaned.

He flicked her clit a few more than prison term, then drew it into his lip,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to suck it deeply and deeper,
while flicking, licking, and teasing it with his tongue.

'' Oh yes ! Oh yes ! '' she screamed.

Einreb continued, and was soon honor with her quaking madly while
sitting on his face.

Einreb was about to return out from holding his breath when she fell
forward again. She lay on him panting for a few moments, then crawled
around on top of him to lay back on him facing him.

'' God ! You know you 're serious at that ? ``

'' Actually, '' he admitted, `` I 've been told by past girlfriends that I 'm
pretty good at giving head. ``

'' Damn right you are ! ``

Again, she leaned down and began to kiss him once more. They spent a
ripe five bit swapping tongue and wrestle natural language when she lifted her
torso up and reached up into a compartment over the bed.

Einreb recognized the little mailboat as she asked, `` gear up for the grand
finale ? Or do I need to get you hard again ? ``

'' It 's been a while, so I 'm hard again right now. ``

'' So you are, '' she laughed, squeezing his heavily cock between her thighs.
'' You want to put it on, or me ? ``

Einreb smiled. `` You can put it on if you want. ``

'' Then hold your hint again, '' she said as she quickly swung her ass
around and sat on his face again.

The intensity of her weight bearing down on his face as she unrolled the
rubber onto his stopcock almost made him come a second time before she was
done. Fortunately, she put it on him quickly and lowered herself onto his
lap.

She grabbed his cock and slowly lowered herself onto him, guiding his
member into her twat as she settled onto his lap.

Feeling himself mysterious inside her, he began to pierce into her, lifting
her with each stab, and even causing the massive motortruck to shake with each
thrust.

Once again, she drained him and then fell on top of him. For the one-third
time, she planted her sassing to his and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
They kissed a niggling more and then she rested her head on his shoulder.
'' trade good dark, devotee. ``

'' Good night, '' he answered, but she had already fallen asleep on top of
him.

# # #

Einreb awoke to the speech sound of trucks idling outside. The part about
'' nap two '' was a tad of an exaggeration. Tamila was still lying on top
of him when he awoke.

Tamila let out a yawn, kissed him, and leaned up, her ample white meat
jiggling in his side. `` break of the day, lover ! ``

'' Let 's get the inspection out of the way before we go have breakfast,
OK ? ``

'' Sure. ``

'' service me do my inspection, and we can have to a greater extent fun before we go our
separate shipway. okeh ? '' she asked.

'' okay. ``

She slipped back into her coverall and climbed out of the tractor cab.
'' substantiation my brake business and the fifth-wheel for me, while I check the binding of
the trailer. ``

The truck had 18 wheel, and Einreb had no idea which one was the fifth.
At to the lowest degree, he saw her coup d'oeil between the back of the cab and the front of
the trailer at the red, blue, and green coiled cables that connected the
motortruck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The super C cable
just pulled out of the plug when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and blue transmission line were a piffling odd ; he managed to turn one
off and realized that they were air hoses. He wondered why on earth the
trailer had to be connected to the tractor with air hosepipe, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the same with the early, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

Tamila had walked around the trailer. `` starting line the truck for me ? '' she
asked.

Einreb shrugged ; how difficult could it be to just start a truck ? His
beetle had a joystick, so he knew how to start a monetary standard. But man ! There
were more gauge than on a jet plane ! He wondered what the two big knobs
were for -- the red one shaped like a give up house, and the yellow rhomb ;
they looked pretty significant so he figured it was best not to partake those.
He jiggled the stick shift and wondered what the switch on the knob was
for. He stepped on the brake and the grasp and reached around the steering
column, but could n't find the key on the column. Looking closely, he saw
the key hanging from a simple keyhole under the dash. He turned the key,
but it only went one dog and would n't go any further. The hand truck did n't
start. And some alarm started buzzing loudly.

Tamila climbed in the rider side. `` Something wrong ? ``

'' Look, Tamila. I got to severalize you something. ``

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm not a hand truck driver. I just stopped in to the truck stop yesterday
to get a burger at BK. I have n't a clue about trucks. ``

'' Oh ? Then what do you do ? ``



'' I 'm a programmer. ``

'' Yeah ? Where ? ``

'' Well, do you want the whole story ? ``

'' I 'm all pinna, sugar ! ``



'' I started at a company called round up in Mahwah. I refused to do
drugs at a party at this guy 's sign of the zodiac after piece of work, and when he got promoted,
he fired me. ``

'' diddley ! ``

'' Then I worked at AT & T in Piscataway until I complained about some
federal agency hazing. ``

'' Double shit ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at Guardian out in Bethlehem Ephrathah ; but I got fired
because I had diarrhoea a few weeks ago, and the cleansing lady complained
about me causing the crapper to brim over. ``

'' Man ! Talk about a hard luck fib ! Hey ! So you know what
discrimination spirit like now ! ``

'' Well, I guess your right. I guess I do. ``

'' Going to sue the motherfucker ? I ai n't no lawyer, but what that last
company did was definitely against the ADA ! ``

'' Yeah, maybe. But I do n't want to play dupe or sue anyone. I just
want to put it behind me. ``

'' So what you going to do now ? ``

'' I was on my way base to ratify up to collect unemployment, that 's what. ``

'' I got 's a proficient idea than that ! ``

'' What ? ``

'' ride with me ! ``

'' Ride with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

'' You mean, in a truck ? This hand truck ? ``

'' for certain ! fortune of masses team up. Make more money that way ! ``

'' But I do n't experience how to drive a truck ! ``

'' Then I 'll instruct you. It ai n't hard. '' She paused and added, `` Well,
double-clutching while downshifting 's a bitch, but I 'll do all the alley
workplace until you get good at it. And you do n't got to put up with no
corporate bullshit no more ! C'mon ! ``



'' wellspring, okay. If I can pinch my XBOX up to your TV in the back, you got
yourself a collaborator ! ``

'' Yeehaw ! Let 's sign the deal with a kiss. ``

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