Einreb parked his little yellow beetle in front of Troll associate degree'
Lethbridge building in Mahwah and made his way to his cubicle, as he had
done nearly every workday 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 minute of arc, '' the boss said.

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

Einreb poked his head 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 wall
textures for Monster Maze for me ? ``

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

Einreb booted up his computer and began to fuse the creative person 's graphics
with his assembler code when Evets popped into Einreb 's cube, handing
Einreb a floppy magnetic disk. `` Here 's the ground midi for the boss scrap. ``

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

'' Morning everyone ! '' Gerg said.

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

'' Sorry I 'm latterly. I, er, had an chance event this weekend. ``

'' Hey Gerg ! '' Einreb called out. `` That 's three-for-three now. Three Dead
concerts and three wrack railway car in the by year. Maybe there 's a shape
there you can do something about ... ''



'' Shut up ! '' Gerg sneered back.



Einreb loved his job as a computer game programmer for trolling. Sometimes
he longed to cultivate for a companionship that mass actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made game for the Atari 2600 that people actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself lucky to ingest been recruited by
troll before he even graduated from Orange River County Community College 10
old age ago. Though graduating with Honors and on the Dean 's list did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the start of work, prisonbreak, lunch, and
end of day, was a joke among the professional staff. Still, it was a outstanding
working surround. nearly of the times, it was very mellow. Though
things heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
calculator secret plan for a living sure cadence cranking out business reports and
statistical analysis that was the norm of almost programmers. headhunter
often called him nearly every nighttime trying to entice him into taking a
higher-paying CPU COBOL job at UPS, A & P, or BMW. He always politely
refused. `` COBOL ? Ugh ! ``

He and Yrral often played flight of stairs Simulator in linked mode during lunch
hour together. And it was a running caper how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cars coming home from Grateful Dead concerts.

Being a young group, the guy cable often invited each other to their unmarried man
pads for parties.

Evets had invited the group to his house one Friday night after study for
a little party. Einreb, Yrral, Gerg, Mit, Ycnan, and Tnecillim were all
sitting around Evets'coffee berry board one Fri night after work 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 okay ; I 'm a Libertarian ! I 've no problem with what
other people do for fun. But I do n't do drugs, myself. ``

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

'' You guys enjoy ! Do n't bear in mind 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 manage the game development group.



The drop-dead ship day of the month was 24 60 minutes away and Einreb still had n't fixed
that bug that the examiner had found that caused the boss monster to run
around in traffic circle when he was down to 1 hit point.

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

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

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

Rather than take home and then repulse back to make for again in a few hours,
Einreb curled up on the floor under his desk and fell asleep.

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

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

'' I 'm sorry to tell you, but we had a group meeting with Yrral and got approval
from Mr. and Mrs. Retcehcs, and have decided that we no longer need your
help. ``

'' 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 bedamn properly about that, Gerg ! It 's because I wo n't fume drugs
with you ! ``

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

# # #

'' I did n't do it ! '' Einreb pounded on the table in the interrogation room
at the Piscataway law station.

'' We have several attestator who overheard you make a terrorist threat
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 aurora, and we were all making prank about it ; you know,
gallows humor. No one was making any terrorist menace ! ``

'' But you did mention a bomb calorimeter. ``



'' well, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't realize they were steering
the conversation to trick me into using the'b'Holy Writ until the police force
showed up at my house ! I was so close to saving the princess in super
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 group in the
department. I never worked under him, but we were sort of Friend. 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 respite of the gang !
They all said they were going to get back at me for asking Dref for
aid ... ''

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



'' Then throw me a lie sensing element psychometric test, that 'll evidence I 'm telling the truth ! ``




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

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any throttle ? ``

The investigator grilled Einreb on and on and finally left him alone in the
interrogation room for another one-half hr, then drove him back to the AT & T
building and turned him over to incorporated security.

Lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the executive director management team of the
division, were there and slowly read the write up handed to him by the
detective. `` Do you have it away evacuating the edifice this morning monetary value AT & T
over $ 100,000 ? ``

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



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

'' I gave five geezerhood of my life to AT & T, spleen ! I deserve better handling
than this ! ``

The lawsuit turned his back and left, and corporate security escorted
Einreb out.



Einreb cried all through the nighttime. Six bottles worth of Nytol pill
sat, uneaten, in a big peck on his nighttime table. He did n't even get a
chance to say `` bye '' to Airam. Being a shy loner, she was the airless
he had to a best friend, whom he went out to lunch with once a week or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendship could possess
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 people he had known before had been laid off that fateful day. `` trade good
expulsion ! '' he thought of most of them -- though he never got up the courageousness
to call 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 secrecy would be protected.

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

Hardened to corporate animation, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
did n't reach it through the next round of layoffs that AT & T held five long time
later. Largely, he suspected, because of the lawsuit he had brought
against AT & T for the Birthday Beating hazing and for his treasonably arrest.

# # #

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

( Just entertain on ! It 's coming ! )

# # # #

After being unemployed for nearly a year, and beating alloy Gear solid,
and Final Fantasy VII and VIII, Einreb had found a clerical job at defender
aliveness through Kelly Services.

A few hebdomad earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the section read/write head, offered him the
job immediately at the conclusion of the interview, and he accepted it.
The two-hour commute to Bethlehem was horrendous, but at least he was doing
a reversion commute from Piscataway to Keystone State along I-78. The traffic
in the opposite commission crawled toward New York in the morning, and
crawled back toward University of Pennsylvania in the evening, but for Einreb traffic was
luminosity except for the periodic big rig pulling out of the truck stops that
lined the expressway.

Einreb parked his big whitened Cadillac DeVille behind the protector
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 paths converged toward the ingress of
the billet, `` dainty car ! How 's a salesclerk afford a Cadillac ? ``

As role of the settlement agreement, Einreb is n't allowed to verbalise about
his settlement with AT & T ( but Einreb 's booster are : - ), so he just told a
different truth, `` I got a good severing package from AT & T. ``

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



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



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



'' How do I retrieve special characters in SPF edit again ? ``



'' eccentric F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No problem. ``

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



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



'' What 's up, Rehtse ? ``



'' Do you know an well-off way to introduce successiveness telephone number into a 2-dimensional file ? ``



'' Sure, you can do that with ISPF. Just edit the Indian file, turn number way
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 successiveness numbers in a filing cabinet with Syncsort ! ``



'' Sure you can ! I 've done it plenty of clock time to build test data point. ``



'' 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 shop clerk, Einreb did n't sustain 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 cause
yourself. ``



Einreb sat at Rehtse 's terminus 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. `` Change the showtime and INCR time value to suit your
needs, put a JOB plug-in on it, put some test data in SORTIN, print the output
Indian file with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his block to go along transcribing his arcminute from
this morning 's budget confluence into an email to send out to all the
managers.

The residue of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving conference room for
approaching meetings, calling Xerox to request a technician for a battler
copier, and confirming that the cafeteria will serve well coffee at tomorrow 's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his bitterness bladder operation a few years back, when he had
medical insurance policy at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has binge of diarrhea at the
most inconvenient times. Taking Imodium helped when he had plans to do
something on a Saturday afternoon, but he did n't want to be drug-addicted on
pharmaceutic to live his day-to-day life. That eve, about a 45
minutes into his commute, nearly half way domicile, Einreb stopped into Truck
period of America along I-78 to use the men 's room.

After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the small trucker'
storehouse for a few minutes. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snacks and tonic,
but they also sold trucker'log books, map, CB radios, mud flaps
depicting bare women, and assorted former `` hand truck '' stuff and nonsense. He excused
himself past the truck driver browsing around, all big burly bozo whom he
would n't want to make water off.

When he arrived household, he was thrilled to sustain a earphone message from a
recruiter who had found his resume on programmingjobs.com.

He called the recruiter back and, about 15 minute of arc later, had lined up
an consultation with Unisys in capital of New Jersey the surveil day for a permanent wave
programming job with benefits.



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



The HR manager, Nerak Klov, met him in the lobby and showed him in to a
league room. She talked briefly about ship's company welfare and such before
leaving to add in the management team who would interview him.



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



Nylorac started by asking him what public-service corporation 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 expert dubiousness were pretty canonical, but the pressure was building
during his first stroke at a programming job in over a year.

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

Einreb answered, `` A join takes two different board and connects them
side-by-side, using paint in each of the tables to touch up corresponding
rows, to realise one wide board. An inner articulation only returns rowing where Key
match on both board, but an outer join returns every row of both tables,
even if there 's no matching key on one table. '' He knew his reply was
somewhat imprecise and there was more to it than that, and he could go on
about left and proper juncture, but he did n't want to make a mistake and say
something wrongfulness, so he left it at that. Besides, mating and joins are
really inefficient SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can help
it.

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

'' A union takes two mesa with similar feature and stacks them
to nominate one long table. '' Again, he knew the answer was somewhat imprecise.
nearly programmer would create a VIEW of the board and create the articulation or
UNION 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 prospect of DB2 programming.



Then their focus changed to CICS inquiry. His intellect 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 thinker went blank. ``



Still, he knew that he had answered to the highest degree of the proficient interrogative
correctly.



The personality questions came following. world-class came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to forge alone or in a team ? '' question.



Einreb was a programmer through and through. Like any dignified
tekki geek, he loved nothing better than to be given a set of
prerequisite, a deadline, and left alone to write in code. `` I love to go with
people, '' he answered. `` I 've worked on large squad, and I 've worked alone.
I work well either way. ``



'' What was your favorite assignment ? ``



That was soft. `` The clip I was the last remaining programmer on a lowly
project as a solvent of curtailment. I was assigned to a managing director who knew
little about my project, so I met with my exploiter, did software alimony,
ran the daily production cycles/second, and my desk phone was the help pedigree 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 study, he wanted to ask them the really important questions, like
how long the work day was, if they can wear denim to work, and how many
vacation 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
work, and what contingency have you identified ? ``



The interview 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 people on the 4th floor of the
upstage authority building could get word, while drawing queer stares from
passer-by on the sidewalk.



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



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



Thankful to take a falling out from figuring how many bagel he needed to
order from the cafeteria for following week 's section status meeting, Einreb
across the aisle. `` What 's up, Noaj ? ``

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

'' I 'll try. Let me deliver a tush, '' Einreb said.

Einreb had never used IBM host On Demand before, and he preferred
Rumba, but he knew that these TN3270 imitator all worked much the Lapplander.
He clicked on EDIT, then predilection, then KEYBOARD. ``

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

Einreb clicked on the drop curtain down menu under CATEGORIES and selected legion
routine. 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 Chin and then clicked on ASSIGN KEY. Again he pressed ALT and F1
together and the key 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
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 living rescuer ! ``

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

# # #

After several days had passed, he sent an e-mail to Nerak Klov asking her
if they had reached a conclusion yet.

Her answer the watch 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 secure technically.

'' damn ! '' Einreb said to his computer. `` I 'm as unattackable as anyone ! I 'm
just not a good salesman. ``

# # #

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

Mit spoke in his thickly London accent, `` Einreb, we 've had some complaints
from the head of maintenance about the bath. ``

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

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

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few times that his diarrhea
after an occasional laborious tiffin had overwhelmed a toilet in the men 's room
and caused it to overflow. But remembering advice that his lawyer gave him
after the settlement of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the best defense team
against almost any accusal was over self-renunciation. `` You 've got the wrong
guy, Mit. I do n't know anything about any sight in the bathrooms ! ``

'' You were seen by the security system sentry go on two function leaving the
bathroom. The cleaning peeress complained, and the head of maintenance made a
big stink to Knarf. ``

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

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

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

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

In addition to heavy eating, stress also triggered his ailment. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury motortruck stop on his way habitation betimes that day.
Einreb pondered his plight while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
protector for violating the American language With Disabilities Act ? I wonder if
lacking a impudence bladder counts as a effectual handicap. With my lot, I bet
it does n't ! Shit ! ``

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

Making his way to the little dining area, he took a seat and watched the
big tackle drive in and out of the truck discontinue through the plate glass window
while he ate his burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have mass of
time to finish playing annulus. Maybe I 'll stop at the center on my way dwelling house
and pre-order aura 2. ``

He felt conspicuously out of shoes sitting among the grubby looking
guys, presumably all truck drivers. 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 tall black char was standing over him
carrying a tray. `` Want some caller ? '' she asked.

'' Uhm, surely, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the sinewy womanhood wearing
a hoary coverall and enceinte Shirley Temple Black work shoes.

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

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

'' Do you fuck how many truck driver it takes to alter a lightness light 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 cute. ``

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

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

That was n't totally genuine, Einreb thought ; virtually of the truckers seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking guy. Though there was also more than a few
who seemed rather squalid, with a sightly contribution of visibly missing teeth. At
that, Einreb took a closer flavor at her. She was fairly attractive, though
not glamorous. And, yes, she had all her tooth, all pearly Patrick Victor Martindale White. Her
hair was in cornrows on the top, and hung down all in braids along the English
and back. `` Well, you 're somewhat attractive yourself, '' Einreb said.

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

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

She let out a trashy laughter. `` A Cadillac ? That 's a good 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 decent. ``

'' Yup ! '' She said, `` The near ! And I only got 185,000 Roman mile on it. ``

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

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

'' utmost 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 cars, and so had no clue what she
was talking about.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Then get along on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the truck stop, into a hallway in the back, past a waiting room where truckers
were watching a big-screen TV, and out into the parking lot in the back,
jam-packed with 18-wheelers.

She led him to a hand truck emblazoned with the logo of a gigantic woman
carrying a truck trailer on her vertebral column like Atlas carrying the Earth. The
public figure under the logotype said, `` Big Mutha teamster. ``

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

Mouth to mouth, Tamila pulled Einreb up into the sleeper berth up above
in the back of the cab. A little 9 '' TV hung down from the cap facing
the principal of the bed.

Einreb did n't know where to begin. He had never been with such an
aggressive woman 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 of the motortruck cab. `` That makes me so hot ! ``

Before Einreb had a luck to react, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her navel letting her bulblike boob wiggle into sentiment. Her nipples had
already swollen freehanded than he had ever seen nipple 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 nipples tightly down against his
mouth.

Einreb sucked the huge nipple in his lip 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 pap to his mouth.

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

He was already harder than he had ever been in a retentive time, and he hoped
she would be impressed, or at least not defeated. He sat up, pilled
off his shirt, kicked his shoes off, unbuckled his belt and started to pull
his Dockers down.

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

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

'' Ohhhh ! '' she said with a smile and grabbed his cock. She stroked it a
few metre, and Einreb felt the pressure building quickly. In another
indorsement, he was going to irrupt into her hand.

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



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

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his sassing, squeezing his brain
between her thighs, as she looked up directly into her cryptical dreary Black person ass
crack cocaine hovering just above his aspect. Then he moaned when she plunged his
hammer into her sass. She took it all the way down her pharynx 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 sass with the
power of the, not inconsequent, full weight of her body.

He began to clobber 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 incision, poking
his glossa up into her slit, then down again to riff her clit.

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

He flicked her clit a few more than clock time, then drew it into his sass,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to suck it recondite 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 pop off 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 trade good at that ? ``

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

'' red cent right you are ! ``

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

Einreb recognized the small mail boat as she asked, `` Ready for the grand
last ? Or do I need to get you hard again ? ``

'' It 's been a piece, so I 'm punishing again right now. ``

'' So you are, '' she laughed, squeezing his laborious 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 look as she unrolled the
rubber onto his peter almost made him arrive a second time 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
penis into her kitty-cat as she settled onto his lap.

tactile sensation himself deep 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
time, she planted her brim to his and sucked his clapper into her mouth.
They kissed a trivial Thomas More and then she rested her headspring on his shoulder.
'' dear Night, lover. ``

'' expert dark, '' he answered, but she had already fallen asleep on top of
him.

# # #

Einreb awoke to the audio of trucks idling outdoors. The persona about
'' sopor 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 plentiful bosom
jiggling in his face. `` Morning, lover ! ``

'' Let 's get the review out of the way before we go have breakfast,
O.K. ? ``

'' Sure. ``

'' service me do my review, and we can consume more fun before we go our
furcate way. OK ? '' she asked.

'' OK. ``

She slipped back into her coverall and climbed out of the tractor cab.
'' confirmation my Pteridium aquilinum product line and the fifth-wheel for me, while I check the back of
the trailer. ``

The truck had 18 bike, and Einreb had no approximation which one was the fifth.
At least, he saw her glance between the backbone of the cab and the front of
the trailer at the red, blue, and putting surface coiled overseas telegram that connected the
motortruck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The green cable
just pulled out of the plug when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and blue cables were a little odd ; he managed to turn one
off and realized that they were air hosepipe. He wondered why on globe the
drone had to be connected to the tractor with air hoses, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the Sami with the early, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

Tamila had walked around the laggard. `` startle the truck for me ? '' she
asked.

Einreb shrugged ; how difficult could it be to just depart a truck ? His
mallet had a stick, so he knew how to start a measure. But man ! There
were more bore than on a jet plane ! He wondered what the two big pommel
were for -- the red one shaped like a stop augury, and the white-livered diamond ;
they looked pretty crucial so he figured it was best not to meet those.
He jiggled the nonplus geological fault and wondered what the permutation on the knob was
for. He stepped on the brake and the clutch and reached around the steering
column, but could n't notice the key on the pillar. Looking closely, he saw
the key suspension from a simple keyhole under the dash. He turned the key,
but it only went one pawl and would n't go any further. The truck did n't
starting signal. And some alert started buzzing loudly.

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm not a 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 altogether story ? ``

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



'' I started at a society called trolling up in Mahwah. I refused to do
drugs at a company at this guy 's sign of the zodiac after work, 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 shit ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at protector out in Bethlehem ; but I got fired
because I had diarrhoea a few calendar week ago, and the cleanup madam complained
about me causing the bathroom to well over. ``

'' Man ! public lecture about a hard luck write up ! Hey ! So you know what
discrimination feels 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 close
company did was definitely against the ADA ! ``

'' Yeah, maybe. But I do n't want to work 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 sign on up to collect unemployment, that 's what. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' Ride with me ! ``

'' Ride with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

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

'' Sure ! Lots of multitude team up. Make More money that way ! ``

'' But I do n't hump how to ram a truck ! ``

'' Then I 'll learn 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
work until you get unspoiled at it. And you do n't got to put up with no
corporate bullshit no more ! C'mon ! ``



'' fountainhead, okeh. If I can hook my XBOX up to your TV in the spinal column, you got
yourself a collaborator ! ``

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

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