Einreb parked his little yellow Beetle in front of Troll companion'
Lethbridge building in Mahwah and made his way to his cubicle, as he had
done nearly every work day for the preceding 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 have a go at it ; he 's going to be late in a minute, '' the genus Bos said.

Sure enough, the receptionist then announced over the PA system,
'' Attention please ! The prison term 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 third power. `` Hi Tneci ! You got the rampart
textures for lusus naturae Maze for me ? ``

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

Einreb booted up his computer and began to merge the artist 's graphics
with his assembler code when Evets popped into Einreb 's cube, 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 late. I, er, had an accident this weekend. ``

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



'' Shut up ! '' Gerg sneered back.



Einreb loved his job as a reckoner secret plan computer programmer for Troll. Sometimes
he longed to run for a ship's company that the great unwashed 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 River County Community College 10
years ago. Though graduating with Honors and on the doyen 's list did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the commencement of work, breaks, lunch, and
end of day, was a trick among the professional staff. Still, it was a great
working environment. Most of the multiplication, it was very laid-back. Though
affair heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
computer secret plan for a living sure meter cranking out business reports and
statistical psychoanalysis that was the average of well-nigh coder. Headhunters
often called him nearly every night trying to lure him into taking a
higher-paying mainframe COBOL job at UPS, A & P, or BMW. He always politely
refused. `` COBOL ? Ugh ! ``

He and Yrral often played Flight Simulator in tie in mode during dejeuner
hour together. And it was a running joke how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cars coming home from Grateful Dead concerts.

existence a new group, the guy often invited each early to their bachelor
tablet for parties.

Evets had invited the group to his planetary house one Friday night after work for
a little party. Einreb, Yrral, Gerg, Mit, Ycnan, and Tnecillim were all
sitting around Evets'coffee mesa one Friday night after work as Evets
came out of his bedroom and lit a joint.

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

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

'' I do n't. But it 's O.K. ; I 'm a Libertarian ! I 've no problem with what
other the great unwashed do for fun. But I do n't do drugs, myself. ``

'' Oh, get on ! One joint is n't going to hurt ! '' Evets insisted.

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

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

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



The drop-dead ship appointment was 24 hours away and Einreb still had n't fixed
that bug that the quizzer had found that caused the boss monster to run
around in round 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 edifice
was completely empty.

Einreb continued to run compiles and tests. `` Damn ! ``

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

Rather than drive home base and then aim back to exercise again in a few 60 minutes,
Einreb curled up on the flooring under his desk and fell asleep.

When Gerg came to Einreb 's booth at 4:45 on the succeed Fri,
Einreb had a bad smell. Whenever somebody got fired from trolling, it was
always at 4:45 on a Friday.

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

'' I 'm distressing to tell you, but we had a meeting with Yrral and got favourable reception
from Mr. and Mrs Retcehcs, and have decided that we no longer postulate your
services. ``

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

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

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

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

# # #

'' I did n't do it ! '' Einreb pounded on the board in the interrogation elbow room
at the Piscataway police station.

'' We have several witnesses who overheard you make a terrorist threat
this morning, '' investigator 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 jokes about it ; you know,
gallows wit. No one was making any terrorist threats ! ``

'' But you did mention a bomb. ``



'' Well, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't recognise they were steering
the conversation to play a trick on me into using the'b'Logos until the law
showed up at my household ! I was so last 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 detective demanded.

'' Dnanidref. He 's the manager of another development radical in the
department. I never worked under him, but we were sort of Quaker. I had
asked him to see if he could do something about the Birthday Beatings. ``

'' 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 tec leaned forward and stared into Einreb 's center. `` If you 're
making accusations at your manager to get out of this, you 're gon na be in
even bigger difficulty ! ``



'' Then give me a lie detector test, that 'll turn out I 'm telling the truth ! ``




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

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any guns ? ``

The detective grilled Einreb on and on and finally left him alone in the
enquiry elbow room for another half minute, then drove him back to the AT & T
building and turned him over to embodied security.

Lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the executive direction team of the
division, were there and slowly learn the report handed to him by the
police detective. `` Do you know evacuating the construction this break of the day 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 boost 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 causa turned his dorsum and left, and collective 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 mesa. He did n't even get a
chance to say `` goodbye '' to Airam. Being a shy loner, she was the airless
he had to a good Quaker, whom he went out to dejeuner with once a week or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendly relationship could have
turned into something more ...

Eventually, though, affair improved. His suspension 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
riddance ! '' he thought of most of them -- though he never got up the braveness
to call Airam back again, nor did she ever call him. A few mass asked
him if he really did it and what it was like to be arrested, despite
promises from Lein Tnaf that his privateness would be protected.

He even bumped into his early dominion coach, Yrrab Remmir who
commented, `` As a Christian, I believe AT & T did the flop matter. mortal
who ca n't go along with some bare billet hazing fun without being a
whistle-blower about it deserves to die. ``

Hardened to corporate biography, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
did n't score it through the succeeding cycle of layoffs that AT & T held five age
later. Largely, he suspected, because of the causa he had brought
against AT & T for the birthday 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 Gear Solid,
and final Fantasy VII and VIII, Einreb had found a clerical job at Guardian
Life through Emmett Kelly Services.

A few week earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the department head, offered him the
job immediately at the conclusion of the interview, and he accepted it.
The two-hour commute to Bayt Lahm was horrendous, but at to the lowest degree he was doing
a reverse commute from Piscataway to PA along I-78. The dealings
in the opposite direction crawled toward New York in the morning time, and
crawled back toward Pennsylvania in the evening, but for Einreb dealings was
luminousness except for the casual big rig pulling out of the truck 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 way converged toward the entrance of
the office, `` Nice car ! How 's a shop assistant afford a Cadillac ? ``

As theatrical role of the settlement agreement, Einreb is n't allowed to talk about
his settlement with AT & T ( but Einreb 's friends are : - ), so he just told a
different Truth, `` I got a thoroughly rift package from AT & T. ``

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



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



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



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



'' character F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No problem. ``

At work, the programmers around him had discovered that his 10 years of
mainframe programming experience at AT & T, and 20 twelvemonth programming overall,
came in handy when they needed to sleep together 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 know an well-to-do way to introduce sequence numbers into a flat file ? ``



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



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



'' You could always use Syncsort. ``



'' Syncsort ? You ca n't put episode routine in a Indian file with Syncsort ! ``



'' Sure you can ! I 've done it mess of times to build 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 own a TSO ID. `` Let me sit at your final
for a moment, and I 'll designate you how. ``



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



Einreb sat at Rehtse 's terminal and typed the following JCL into a
penis 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 *

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

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

/*

'' There, '' Einreb said. `` Change the START and INCR time value to suit your
needs, put a JOB posting on it, put some test data point in SORTIN, print the output
filing cabinet with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his third power to cover transcribing his minutes from
this morning 's budget get together into an email to commit out to all the
managers.

The rest of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving conference rooms for
upcoming get together, calling Xerox to call for a technician for a combatant
copier, and confirming that the cafeteria will serve coffee at tomorrow 's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his rancor bladder surgery a few old age back, when he had
medical examination insurance at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has bouts of diarrhea at the
near inconvenient meter. Taking Imodium helped when he had plans to do
something on a Saturday afternoon, but he did n't want to be pendent on
pharmaceutical to live his daily life. That evening, about a 45
hour into his commute, nearly half way home, Einreb stopped into motortruck
stay of America along I-78 to use the men 's room.

After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the small truck driver'
store for a few minutes. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snack and soda,
but they also sold trucker'log Book, mapping, CB receiving set, mud flap
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 CV 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 travel along day for a perm
programming job with benefits.



With his consultation courtship still freshly pressed, he called in sick, headed
down path 1 past the Quakerbridge Mall, and got off north of Trenton.



The HR managing director, Nerak Klov, met him in the lobby and showed him in to a
group discussion room. She talked briefly about companionship benefits and such before
leaving to fetch in the management team who would interview him.



The management team filed in and introduced themselves to Einreb. The
manager was Nylorac Nesredna, and the former member 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 technical questions were pretty canonical, but the pressure was building
during his low shaft at a programming job in over a year.

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

Einreb answered, `` A junction takes two unlike board and connects them
side-by-side, using key fruit in each of the tables to play off up corresponding
rows, to make one panoptic table. An internal join only returns rows where key fruit
match on both tables, but an outer join recurrence every row of both mesa,
even if there 's no matching key on one table. '' He knew his resolution was
somewhat imprecise and there was to a greater extent to it than that, and he could go on
about left wing and rectify articulation, but he did n't want to crap a fault and say
something wrong, so he left it at that. Besides, unions and joins are
really ineffective SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can help
it.

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

'' A marriage takes two board with like characteristic and stack them
to pull in one long table. '' Again, he knew the answer was somewhat imprecise.
Most computer programmer would create a persuasion of the tables and make the junction or
trade union from the purview rather than the table itself, but anyone who knew DB2
would know what he meant.

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



Then their direction changed to CICS doubtfulness. His mind 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 tongue. But all he could say was,
'' Sorry, my mind went blank. ``



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



The personality inquiry came next. First came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to bring alone or in a team ? '' question.



Einreb was a computer programmer through and through. Like any self-respecting
techie geek, he loved nothing better than to be given a set of
requirement, a deadline, and left alone to code. `` I love to work with
people, '' he answered. `` I 've worked on large teams, and I 've worked alone.
I work well either way. ``



'' What was your preferred assignment ? ``



That was well-situated. `` The time I was the lowest unexpended programmer on a belittled
project as a result of downsizing. I was assigned to a manager who knew
little about my project, so I met with my exploiter, did package maintenance,
ran the day-by-day production rhythm, and my desk phone 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, he wanted to ask them the really of import interrogative, like
how long the workday was, if they can fag out dungaree to puzzle out, and how many
vacation Clarence Shepard Day Jr. 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 eventuality have you identified ? ``



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



Einreb started his car and his eyes suddenly brightened. He rolled down
his windowpane and yelled out, `` CEDF ! '' as if the citizenry on the 4th storey of the
distant role building could hear, while drawing queer stares from
passer-by on the sidewalk.



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



Upon arriving at body of work the following day, Noaj called over to Einreb from
her cube. `` Hey Einreb, can you make out over for a second ? ``



Thankful to need a break from figuring how many bagels he needed to
order from the cafeteria for next week 's department status group meeting, Einreb
across the aisle. `` What 's up, Noaj ? ``

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

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

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

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

Einreb clicked on the cliff down bill of fare under category and selected HOST
FUNCTIONS. He scrolled down the list until he found PA1 and highlighted
the row. He pressed ALT and F1 together, but nothing happened. He rubbed
his mentum and then clicked on ASSIGN KEY. Again he pressed ALT and F1
together and the key chronological sequence appeared in the row for PA1. He repeated the
steps for PA2 and PA3.

He clicked on APPLY and ended out of the menus back to Noaj 's TSO
sitting. 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 twenty-four hours had passed, he sent an email to Nerak Klov asking her
if they had reached a decisiveness 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 strong technically.

'' Damn ! '' Einreb said to his computer. `` I 'm as strong as anyone ! I 'm
just not a skillful salesman. ``

# # #

Several workweek passed without any further job track when Mit Nahanahs,
his immediate supervisor at shielder, stopped by his cubicle and asked to
see him privately.

Mit spoke in his duncish capital of the United Kingdom accent, `` Einreb, we 've had some complaints
from the foreland of maintenance about the can. ``

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

'' He says you 've left hole in the bathroom on two occasions. ``

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few times that his looseness
after an episodic heavy lunch had overwhelmed a toilet in the men 's room
and caused it to well over. But remembering advice that his attorney gave him
after the settlement of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the secure defence force
against almost any accusation was ended self-denial. `` You 've got the legal injury
guy, Mit. I do n't know anything about any slew in the bathrooms ! ``

'' You were seen by the security guards on two occasions leaving the
privy. The cleaning lady complained, and the brain of maintenance made a
big stink to Knarf. ``

'' But I do n't recognise anything about this ! What does the question of
care have against me ? What did I ever do to him ? ``

'' If you were a habitue employee, you 'd be capable to attract. 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 gutter overflowing ? ``

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

In addition to heavy eating, stress also triggered his ailment. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury hand truck stop consonant on his way habitation early that day.
Einreb pondered his plight while sitting on the pot. `` Could I sue
Guardian for violating the Americans With impairment Act ? I wonder if
lacking a saddle sore bladder counts as a legal impairment. With my fate, I bet
it does n't ! take a shit ! ``

On his way out, he stopped at the Burger King counter and ordered a
burger and fries.

Making his way to the petty dine area, he took a seat and watched the
big fishing rig drive in and out of the hand truck stop through the plate deoxyephedrine window
while he ate his Warren E. Burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have plenty of
fourth dimension to finish up playing Halo. Maybe I 'll stop at the plaza on my way base
and pre-order annulus 2. ``

He felt conspicuously out of seat sitting among the grubby looking
guy cable, presumably all motortruck 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 burger, a tall black woman was standing over him
carrying a tray. `` Want some ship's company ? '' she asked.

'' Uhm, sure as shooting, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the mesomorphic woman wearing
a gray coverall and heavy black work shoes.

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

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

'' Do you experience how many teamster it takes to change a brightness level electric light ? '' 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 little trucker slang in the fistful
of meter he had browsed through the trucker'storage, 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 dentition, '' she whispered and laughed.

That was n't totally genuine, Einreb thought ; most of the teamster seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking guys. Though there was also more than a few
who seemed rather sleazy, with a fair part of visibly missing teeth. At
that, Einreb took a finisher look at her. She was fairly attractive, though
not glamorous. And, yes, she had all her teeth, all pearly white. Her
hair was in cornrows on the top, and hung down all in braids along the incline
and back. `` Well, you 're pretty attractive yourself, '' Einreb said.

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

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

She let out a loud laugh. `` A Cadillac ? That 's a dear 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 prissy. ``

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

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

'' Nope ! Bought it marque new last class, '' 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 railcar, and so had no hint what she
was talking about.

'' ... and, '' she reached out and slid her index finger down his hand toward
his finger's breadth, `` a two-base hit sleeper condominium upstairs. ``

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

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

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

Einreb, having no hand truck, said, `` Your Volvo sounds good. ``

'' Then arrive on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the hand truck stop, into a hallway in the back, past a lounge where trucker
were watching a big-screen TV, and out into the parking lot in the binding,
jam-packed with 18-wheelers.

She led him to a hand truck emblazoned with the logotype of a gigantic charwoman
carrying a hand truck trailer on her rachis like telamon carrying the Earth. The
name under the logotype said, `` Big Mutha Truckers. ``

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

Mouth to mouth, Tamila pulled Einreb up into the sleeper bunk up above
in the back of the cab. A fiddling 9 '' TV hung down from the ceiling facing
the headland of the bed.

Einreb did n't eff where to set out. He had never been with such an
fast-growing adult female before. And he had never known many black people, let
alone had had a black girlfriend.

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

Before Einreb had a prospect to react, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her navel point letting her protuberant breasts wiggle into view. Her nipples had
already swollen bighearted than he had ever seen tit be.

'' Like 'em ? '' she asked.

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

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

Einreb sucked the huge nipple in his mouth for all he was Worth, causing
it to intumesce 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 other
nipple to intumesce proportions she lifted up and said, `` So, you going to
show me what you got, or what ? ``

He was already heavy than he had ever been in a long meter, and he hoped
she would be impressed, or at least not disappointed. He sat up, pilled
off his shirt, kicked his shoe off, unbuckled his belt and started to pull
his Dockers down.

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

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

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

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



She swung her naked black physical structure onto his, with her ass over his question and
her drumhead at his crotch, and settled onto him.

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his mouthpiece, squeezing his principal
between her thigh, as she looked up directly into her cryptic dark bootleg ass
chap hovering just above his face. Then he moaned when she plunged his
cock into her mouth. She took it all the way down her throat and began to
suck on it. Being well primed already, he let go, exploding mystifying into her
throat, with cramp 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 sassing with the
force of the, not inconsequential, full free weight of her body.

He began to lap slowly, then more forcefully. He was n't a total wonk,
and so knew his way around a charwoman. He licked up and down her slit, poking
his tongue up into her kitty, then down again to ruffle her clit.

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

He flicked her clit a few more than meter, then drew it into his mouthpiece,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to suck it deeper and deeper,
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 by out from holding his hint 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 upright at that ? ``

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

'' Damn right you are ! ``

Again, she leaned down and began to osculate him once more. They spent a
honorable five min swapping spit and wrestling glossa when she lifted her
torso up and pass on up into a compartment over the bed.

Einreb recognized the slight mail boat as she asked, `` cook for the opulent
finale ? Or do I need to get you hard again ? ``

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

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

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

'' Then sustain your breath again, '' she said as she quickly swung her ass
around and sat on his brass again.

The intensity of her weight unit bearing down on his face as she unrolled the
rubberise onto his peter almost made him descend a second metre before she was
done. Fortunately, she put it on him quickly and lowered herself onto his
lap.

She grabbed his hammer and slowly lowered herself onto him, guiding his
appendage into her pussy as she settled onto his lap.

flavour himself cryptic inside her, he began to thrust into her, lifting
her with each thrusting, 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 third
time, she planted her lips to his and sucked his tongue into her rima oris.
They kissed a little more and then she rested her forefront on his berm.
'' practiced night, fan. ``

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

# # #

Einreb awoke to the sounds of hand truck idling outside. The contribution about
'' nap 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 ample breasts
jiggling in his face. `` daybreak, buff ! ``

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

'' Sure. ``

'' assistance me do my inspection, and we can have to a greater extent fun before we go our
freestanding ways. Okay ? '' she asked.

'' O.K.. ``

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

The truck had 18 steering wheel, and Einreb had no idea which one was the fifth.
At least, he saw her coup d'oeil between the book binding of the cab and the forepart of
the preview at the red, juicy, and super acid coiled overseas telegram that connected the
motortruck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The commons cable
just pulled out of the fire hydrant when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and blue cable television were a little odd ; he managed to sophisticate 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 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 drone. `` Start the truck for me ? '' she
asked.

Einreb shrugged ; how difficult could it be to just start a truck ? His
Beetle had a stick, so he knew how to start a standard. But man ! There
were more gauges than on a jet plane ! He wondered what the two big knobs
were for -- the red one shaped like a stoppage polarity, and the yellow diamond ;
they looked pretty important so he figured it was best not to touch those.
He jiggled the dumbfound shift and wondered what the switch on the node was
for. He stepped on the brake and the clutch 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 suction stop and would n't go any further. The hand truck did n't
starting time. And some warning device started buzzing loudly.

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm not a motortruck number one wood. 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 ? ``

'' fountainhead, do you want the unhurt narrative ? ``

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



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

'' motherfucker ! ``

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

'' Double bastard ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at Guardian out in Bethlehem ; but I got fired
because I had diarrhea a few weeks ago, and the cleaning noblewoman complained
about me causing the sewer to overflow. ``

'' Man ! talk about a hard circumstances story ! Hey ! So you know what
discrimination look like now ! ``

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

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

'' Yeah, maybe. But I do n't need to dally victim 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 bless up to pull in unemployment, that 's what. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' Ride with me ! ``

'' Ride with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

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

'' Sure ! heap of people team up. Make to a greater extent money that way ! ``

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

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



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

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

* END *