Einreb parked his picayune scandalmongering Beetle in social movement of round associate'
Lethbridge construction in Mahwah and made his way to his carrell, as he had
done nearly every work day for the past tense 10 years.

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

'' Morning Einreb ! '' Yrral called back.

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

'' I do n't know ; he 's going to be late in a arcminute, '' the boss said.

Sure enough, the receptionist then announced over the PA system of rules,
'' care please ! The clip is now nine o'clock ! ``

Einreb poked his head into Yrral 's cube, `` 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 boss muttered.

Einreb stopped over at Tnecillim 's regular hexahedron. `` Hi Tneci ! You got the bulwark
textures for Monster Maze for me ? ``

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

Einreb booted up his reckoner and began to merge the creative person '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 chief fight. ``

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

'' Morning everyone ! '' Gerg said.

'' first light Gerg, '' Yrral answered. `` What happened ? ``

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

'' Hey Gerg ! '' Einreb called out. `` That 's three-for-three now. Three perfectly
concerts and three wrecked cars in the yesteryear twelvemonth. Maybe there 's a rule
there you can do something about ... ''



'' Shut up ! '' Gerg sneered back.



Einreb loved his job as a computer biz programmer for round. Sometimes
he longed to work for a company that mass actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made biz for the Atari 2600 that people actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself lucky to deliver been recruited by
round before he even graduated from orange tree County residential area College 10
years ago. Though graduating with Honors and on the Dean 's inclination did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the showtime of work, breaks, lunch, and
end of day, was a laugh among the professional staff. Still, it was a great
working environment. Most of the times, it was very laid-back. Though
things heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
computing device games for a living sure beat cranking out stage business paper and
statistical depth psychology that was the average of nigh programmers. Headhunters
often called him nearly every night trying to lure him into taking a
higher-paying central processing unit COBOL job at UPS, A & P, or BMW. He always politely
refused. `` COBOL ? Ugh ! ``

He and Yrral often played flying Simulator in linked way during lunch
hour together. And it was a running trick how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cars coming family from Grateful Dead concerts.

Being a young group, the guys often invited each other to their bachelor
launch area for parties.

Evets had invited the group to his planetary house one Fri night after study for
a little party. Einreb, Yrral, Gerg, Mit, Ycnan, and Tnecillim were all
sitting around Evets'coffee board one Friday dark after workplace as Evets
came out of his sleeping room and lit a joint.

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

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

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

'' Oh, come on ! One reefer is n't going to hurt ! '' Evets insisted.

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

As it was, the party ended early and Einreb headed home in his yellow
bug.

Autumn was well under way when Yrral was promoted to marketing Analyst,
and Gerg was promoted to get by the game development group.



The drop-dead ship date was 24 hours away and Einreb still had n't fixed
that bug that the testers had found that caused the Bos ogre to run
around in R-2 when he was down to 1 hit point.

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

Einreb continued to run compiles and tests. `` tinker's dam ! ``

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

Rather than beat back menage and then drive back to act again in a few minute,
Einreb curled up on the storey under his desk and fell asleep.

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

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

'' I 'm good-for-nothing to tell you, but we had a group meeting with Yrral and got approving
from Mr. and Mrs. Retcehcs, and have decided that we no longer ask your
services. ``

'' What ! '' Einreb said. `` After I just put in a 32 60 minutes day to get that
game done ! ``

'' That has aught to do with it. ``

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

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

# # #

'' I did n't do it ! '' Einreb pounded on the table in the interrogation way
at the Piscataway police force station.

'' We have several witnesses who overheard you make a terrorist terror
this 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 time, and we were all making jokes about it ; you know,
gallows liquid body substance. No one was making any terrorist threat ! ``

'' But you did mention a bomb. ``



'' well, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't gain they were steering
the conversation to trick me into using the'b'Logos until the police
showed up at my house ! I was so fill up to saving the princess in superintendent
Mario public, 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 Beatings to Dref ... ''



'' Who ? '' the detective demanded.

'' Dnanidref. He 's the manager of another development chemical group in the
section. I never worked under him, but we were kind of friend. I had
asked him to see if he could do something about the Birthday trouncing. ``

'' Why did n't you ask your own manager ? ``



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

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



'' Then present me a lie demodulator psychometric test, that 'll prove I 'm telling the truth ! ``




The tec ignored Einreb 's supplication and pressed on. `` Were you ever in
the armed services ? ``

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any artillery ? ``

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

spleen Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the administrator management team of the
segmentation, were there and slowly show the account handed to him by the
tec. `` Do you have sex evacuating the building this sunrise cost AT & T
over $ 100,000 ? ``

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



'' You 're suspended until far observance, '' is all he said in reply.

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

The suit turned his back and left field, and corporate security department escorted
Einreb out.



Einreb cried all through the night. Six bottles worth of Nytol pills
sat, uneaten, in a big mess on his night table. He did n't even get a
opportunity to say `` good-bye '' to Airam. Being a shy lone hand, she was the closest
he had to a best booster, whom he went out to lunch with once a calendar 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 suspension ended and he
returned to work at AT & T, but assigned to a different department. most of
the masses he had known before had been laid off that disastrous day. `` Good
riddance ! '' he thought of almost of them -- though he never got up the courage
to telephone 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 privacy would be protected.

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

Hardened to bodied life sentence, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
did n't make it through the next 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 story ! So where 's the frigging
sex ? )

( Just hold on ! It 's coming ! )

# # # #

After being unemployed for nearly a year, and beating Metal geartrain solid,
and Final Fantasy VII and VIII, Einreb had found a clerical job at Guardian
Life through Gene Kelly Services.

A few week 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 horrendous, but at least he was doing
a reverse commute from Piscataway to Pennsylvania along I-78. The traffic
in the reverse direction crawled toward New York in the break of day, and
crawled back toward Keystone State in the even, but for Einreb dealings was
Inner Light except for the periodic big rig pulling out of the truck stops that
lined the expressway.

Einreb parked his big bloodless Cadillac DeVille behind the shielder
construction 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 course converged toward the entree of
the office, `` Nice car ! How 's a clerk afford a Cadillac ? ``

As part of the settlement arrangement, Einreb is n't allowed to speak about
his settlement with AT & T ( but Einreb 's Friend are : - ), so he just told a
different truth, `` I got a good severance computer software from AT & T. ``

Once inside, Einreb and Nairb went their separate steering as Einreb
settled into his carrel for the day.



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



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



'' How do I find oneself special quality in SPF edit again ? ``



'' case F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No trouble. ``

At body of work, the software engineer around him had discovered that his 10 years of
C.P.U. programming experience at AT & T, and 20 days 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 booth paries from her
cell adjacent to his.



'' What 's up, Rehtse ? ``



'' Do you bed an gentle way to infix sequence numbers into a plane file ? ``



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



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



'' You could always use Syncsort. ``



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



'' Sure you can ! I 've done it plenty of times to progress test data. ``



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



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



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



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



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



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



//SORT White House 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 *

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

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

/*

'' There, '' Einreb said. `` variety the outset and INCR values to suit your
needs, put a JOB board on it, put some test data in SORTIN, print the output
file cabinet with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his block to continue transcribing his mo from
this morning 's budget get together into an email to send out to all the
managers.

The rest of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving conference elbow room for
upcoming meetings, calling xerox copy to bespeak a technician for a belligerent
duplicator, and confirming that the cafeteria will dish out coffee at tomorrow 's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his gall bladder operating room a few year back, when he had
medical policy at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has bout of looseness of the bowels at the
most inconvenient sentence. Taking Imodium helped when he had plans to do
something on a Saturday good afternoon, but he did n't need to be dependent on
pharmaceuticals to hold out his day-to-day life. That evening, about a 45
proceedings into his commute, nearly half way base, Einreb stopped into motortruck
full point of America along I-78 to use the men 's room.

After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the small truckers'
store for a few instant. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snacks and soda,
but they also sold trucker'log books, function, CB radio receiver, mud flaps
depicting defenseless cleaning woman, and assorted other `` truck '' stuff and nonsense. He excused
himself past the truckers browsing around, all big burly bozo whom he
would n't want to piss off.

When he arrived home, he was thrilled to receive a phone message from a
recruiter who had found his resume on programmingjobs.com.

He called the recruiter back and, about 15 minutes later, had lined up
an interview with Unisys in capital of New Jersey the conform to day for a permanent wave
programming job with benefits.



With his interview courtship still freshly pressed, he called in sick, headed
down route 1 past the Quakerbridge shopping mall, and got off north of Trenton.



The HR handler, Nerak Klov, met him in the lobby and showed him in to a
league elbow room. She talked briefly about society benefits and such before
leaving to get in the management team who would audience him.



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



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



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



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



The technical questions were pretty basic, but the pressure was building
during his first shot at a programming job in over a year.

'' What is the conflict between a join and a wedlock ? '' Ekim asked.

Einreb answered, `` A juncture takes two different tables and connects them
side-by-side, using keys in each of the board to oppose up corresponding
rows, to make one full table. An interior join only returns rowing where keys
friction match on both tabular array, but an outer join returns every row of both tables,
even if there 's no matching key on one table. '' He knew his solvent was
somewhat imprecise and there was more to it than that, and he could go on
about left wing and in good order joins, but he did n't want to make a misunderstanding and say
something wrong, so he left it at that. Besides, join and sum are
really ineffective SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can assist
it.

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

'' A mating takes two tables with exchangeable characteristics and lots them
to make one foresighted table. '' Again, he knew the answer was somewhat imprecise.
Most computer programmer would create a VIEW of the tables and produce the JOIN or
matrimony from the VIEW rather than the table itself, but anyone who knew DB2
would know what he meant.

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



Then their centering changed to CICS questions. His idea froze when Ennayd
asked him what TRANID he would use to debug a CICS program. He knew the
solvent. It was on the tip of his tongue. But all he could say was,
'' Sorry, my head went blank. ``



Still, he knew that he had answered most of the technical doubt
correctly.



The personality motion came future. for the first time came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to turn alone or in a squad ? '' question.



Einreb was a computer programmer through and through. Like any self-respecting
techie geek, he loved naught better than to be given a set of
requisite, a deadline, and left alone to code. `` I love to work with
masses, '' he answered. `` I 've worked on bombastic team, and I 've worked alone.
I work well either way. ``



'' What was your favorite assignment ? ``



That was promiscuous. `` The sentence I was the last remaining programmer on a small
project as a result of downsizing. I was assigned to a director who knew
lilliputian about my projection, so I met with my users, did computer software maintenance,
ran the daily production cycle, and my desk telephone was the help line for the
system. ``



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



Of course of action, he wanted to ask them the really crucial questions, like
how long the workday was, if they can endure jeans to work, and how many
vacation mean solar day 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
body of work, and what eventuality have you identified ? ``



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



Einreb started his car and his eyes suddenly brightened. He rolled down
his window and yelled out, `` CEDF ! '' as if the multitude on the 4th storey of the
aloof office building could find out, while drawing curious stares from
passer-by on the sidewalk.



Upon returning nursing home, he made a few changes 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 take a break from figuring how many bagel he needed to
order from the cafeteria for next workweek 's department position coming together, Einreb
across the aisle. `` What 's up, Noaj ? ``

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

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

Einreb had never used IBM Host On Demand before, and he preferred
Rumba, but he knew that these TN3270 copycat all worked much the same.
He clicked on EDIT, then taste, then KEYBOARD. ``

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

Einreb clicked on the drop down computer menu under CATEGORIES and selected HOST
procedure. He scrolled down the list until he found PA1 and highlighted
the row. He pressed ALT and F1 together, but nada happened. He rubbed
his mentum and then clicked on ASSIGN KEY. Again he pressed ALT and F1
together and the key successiveness appeared in the row for PA1. He repeated the
steps for PA2 and PA3.

He clicked on APPLY and ended out of the fare 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 liveliness saver ! ``

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

# # #

After various Day had passed, he sent an email to Nerak Klov asking her
if they had reached a conclusion yet.

Her reply 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 impregnable technically.

'' tinker's dam ! '' Einreb said to his estimator. `` I 'm as hard as anyone ! I 'm
just not a undecomposed salesman. ``

# # #

Several weeks passed without any further job leads when Mit Nahanahs,
his immediate supervisor at Guardian, stopped by his cell and asked to
see him privately.

Mit spoke in his thick London accent, `` Einreb, we 've had some complaints
from the oral sex of upkeep about the bathrooms. ``

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

'' He says you 've left mickle in the bathrooms on two occasions. ``

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few clock time that his diarrhoea
after an occasional heavily lunch had overwhelmed a toilet in the men 's room
and caused it to bubble over. But remembering advice that his lawyer gave him
after the village of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the best defense
against almost any accusation was staring denial. `` You 've got the wrong
guy, Mit. I do n't know anything about any messes in the bathrooms ! ``

'' You were seen by the security measure guards on two occasion leaving the
lavatory. The cleaning lady complained, and the forefront of sustainment made a
big stink to Knarf. ``

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

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

'' What ! You ca n't be serious, Mit ! Over a toilet overflowing ? ``

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

In plus to heavy feeding, stress also triggered his complaint. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury hand truck stop on his way plate early that day.
Einreb pondered his plight while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
defender for violating the Americans With disability Act ? I wonder if
lacking a freshness bladder counts as a legal disability. With my luck, I bet
it does n't ! Shit ! ``

On his way out, he stopped at the burger queen comeback and ordered a
burger and fries.

Making his way to the little dine area, he took a seat and watched the
big rigs drive in and out of the truck stop through the photographic plate glass window
while he ate his burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have plenty of
meter to finish playing halo. Maybe I 'll stop at the shopping center on my way habitation
and pre-order doughnut 2. ``

He felt conspicuously out of place sitting among the Myxocephalus aenaeus looking
guys, presumably all truck driver. But he kept to himself while he
nibbled on his burger.

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

Looking up from his beefburger, a tall black char was standing over him
carrying a tray. `` Want some company ? '' she asked.

'' Uhm, sure enough, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the muscular fair sex wearing
a Gy coverall and weighed down disgraceful 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 know how many truckers it takes to deepen a Light Within bulb ? '' 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 fiddling trucker slang in the fistful
of clock time he had browsed through the teamster'store, and wondered if she
was what they called a lot lizard.

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

That was n't totally true, Einreb thought ; most of the truck driver seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking cat. Though there was also more than a few
who seemed rather unwell, with a fair share of visibly missing teeth. At
that, Einreb took a closer smell at her. She was fairly attractive, though
not glamorous. And, yes, she had all her teeth, all pearly Stanford White. Her
tomentum was in cornrows on the top, and hung down all in braids along the side of meat
and back. `` Well, you 're fairly attractive yourself, '' Einreb said.

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

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

She let out a tatty jest. `` A Cadillac ? That 's a good one ! ``

'' What do you force back ? '' 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 mi on it. ``

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

'' Nope ! Bought it stain new last class, '' she said, beaming with pride.

'' lastly class ? '' Einreb choked back his amazement.

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

Einreb was never one to flim-flam out his cars, and so had no hint what she
was talking about.

'' ... and, '' she reached out and slid her index finger finger down his hand toward
his fingers, `` a duplicate tie condo upstairs. ``

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

finish their Warren Burger, Einreb was frantically trying to call up 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 hand truck, said, `` Your Volvo sounds good. ``

'' Then issue forth on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the truck stop, into a hall in the binding, past a lounge where truckers
were watching a big-screen TV, and out into the parking lot in the back,
jammed with 18-wheelers.

She led him to a hand truck emblazoned with the logo of a mammoth woman
carrying a truck lagger on her spine like Atlas carrying the Earth. The
public figure under the logotype said, `` Big Mutha Truckers. ``

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

Mouth to utter, Tamila pulled Einreb up into the sleeper place up above
in the back of the cab. A footling 9 '' TV hung down from the ceiling facing
the foreland of the bed.

Einreb did n't live where to set out. He had never been with such an
strong-growing woman before. And he had never known many fateful the great unwashed, let
alone had had a black girlfriend.

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

Before Einreb had a chance to react, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her navel letting her bulbous bosom wiggle into view. Her pap had
already swollen liberal than he had ever seen tit 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 coal-black pap tightly down against his
mouth.

Einreb sucked the huge mamilla in his mouth for all he was worth, causing
it to well even bigger.

A few moments 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 former
pap to swollen proportions she lifted up and said, `` So, you going to
show me what you got, or what ? ``

He was already difficult than he had ever been in a tenacious prison term, and he hoped
she would be impressed, or at to the lowest degree not disappoint. He sat up, pilled
off his shirt, kicked his skid off, unbuckled his belt and started to pull
his stevedore down.

'' rushing up already ! '' she said. With a laugh, she added, `` I got to get my
load to Motown by tomorrow ! ``

Einreb pulled his Dockers off, then she grabbed his BVD 's and finished
the job, letting his member spring to attention before her eyes.

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

She stopped, and kicked her place off, letting decline to the floor below,
then unzipped her coverall all the way off and tossed it down too.



She swung her au naturel Negro body onto his, with her ass over his heading and
her principal at his crotch, and settled onto him.

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his mouth, squeezing his straits
between her thighs, as she looked up directly into her deep iniquity fateful ass
chap hovering just above his face. Then he moaned when she plunged his
cock into her rima oris. She took it all the way down her throat and began to
suck on it. Being well primed already, he let go, exploding rich 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 kitty was pressing down directly against his mouth with the
personnel of the, not inconsequential, full weight of her body.

He began to lick slowly, then more forcefully. He was n't a total dweeb,
and so knew his way around a woman. He licked up and down her puss, poking
his tongue up into her cunt, then down again to jerk her clit.

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

He flicked her clit a few more time, then drew it into his back talk,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to lactate it inscrutable and inscrutable,
while flicking, licking, and teasing it with his tongue.

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

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

Einreb was about to pass out from holding his intimation 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 good at that ? ``

'' Actually, '' he admitted, `` I 've been told by retiring girl that I 'm
pretty good at giving brain. ``

'' Damn right you are ! ``

Again, she leaned down and began to snog him once more. They spent a
good five minutes swapping spit and rassling tongues when she lifted her
torso up and reached up into a compartment over the bed.

Einreb recognized the little packet as she asked, `` Ready for the elevated
finish ? Or do I need to get you hard again ? ``

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

'' So you are, '' she laughed, squeezing his hard 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 breath again, '' she said as she quickly swung her ass
around and sat on his face again.

The chroma of her weight bearing down on his face as she unrolled the
rubberise onto his cock almost made him come a 2nd sentence 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 pussy as she settled onto his lap.

flavor himself mysterious inside her, he began to thrust into her, lifting
her with each thrust, and even causing the massive truck to shake with each
thrust.

Once again, she drained him and then fell on top of him. For the third
clip, she planted her lips to his and sucked his tongue into her backtalk.
They kissed a fiddling to a greater extent and then she rested her head on his berm.
'' full nighttime, lover. ``

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

# # #

Einreb awoke to the sounds of truck idling outdoor. The part about
'' sleeps two '' was a tad of an magnification. Tamila was still lying on top
of him when he awoke.

Tamila let out a yawn, kissed him, and leaned up, her rich tit
jiggling in his face. `` Morning, lover ! ``

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Help me do my inspection, and we can have more fun before we go our
sort elbow room. Okay ? '' she asked.

'' okey. ``

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

The truck had 18 cycle, and Einreb had no thought which one was the fifth.
At least, he saw her glance between the back of the cab and the front of
the trailer at the red, blue, and green coiled overseas telegram that connected the
motortruck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The Green River transmission line
just pulled out of the plug when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and dreary cables were a footling odd ; he managed to worm one
off and realized that they were air hose. He wondered why on terra firma the
trailer had to be connected to the tractor with air hose, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the same with the other, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

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

Einreb shrugged ; how difficult could it be to just start a truck ? His
mallet had a peg, so he knew how to start a measure. But man ! There
were more gauges than on a jet sheet ! He wondered what the two big knobs
were for -- the red one shaped like a plosive consonant polarity, and the yellow-bellied infield ;
they looked pretty significant so he figured it was best not to come to those.
He jiggled the stick shift and wondered what the electric switch on the knob was
for. He stepped on the bracken and the clutch and reached around the steering
tower, but could n't regain the key on the pillar. Looking closely, he saw
the key hanging from a simple keyhole under the dash. He turned the key,
but it only went one suction stop and would n't go any further. The truck did n't
start. And some alert started buzzing loudly.

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

'' feeling, Tamila. I got to tell you something. ``

'' What ? ``

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

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



'' I 'm a programmer. ``

'' Yeah ? Where ? ``

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

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



'' I started at a party called Troll up in Mahwah. I refused to do
drugs at a company at this guy 's house after study, and when he got promoted,
he fired me. ``

'' Shit ! ``

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

'' Double poop ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at protector out in Bethlehem ; but I got fired
because I had looseness of the bowels a few weeks ago, and the cleaning lady complained
about me causing the toilette to overflow. ``

'' Man ! talk about a hard fate floor ! Hey ! So you know what
secernment tone like now ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' drive with me ! ``

'' Ride with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

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

'' for sure ! passel of multitude team up. stool more money that way ! ``

'' But I do n't know how to repel a truck ! ``

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



'' Well, okay. If I can plume my XBOX up to your TV in the back, you got
yourself a partner ! ``

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

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