Einreb parked his little jaundiced Beetle in front of Troll familiar'
Lethbridge construction in Mahwah and made his way to his cubicle, as he had
done nearly every workday for the past 10 years.

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

'' Morning Einreb ! '' Yrral called back.

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

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

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

Einreb poked his pass 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 cube. `` Hi Tneci ! You got the paries
textures for Monster snarl for me ? ``

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

Einreb booted up his computer and began to blend the artist 's art
with his assembler code when Evets popped into Einreb 's cube, handing
Einreb a diskette 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 recently. I, er, had an accident this weekend. ``

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



'' Shut up ! '' Gerg sneered back.



Einreb loved his job as a data processor secret plan programmer for Troll. Sometimes
he longed to work for a companionship that mass actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made biz for the Atari 2600 that multitude actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself prosperous to take in been recruited by
Troll before he even graduated from Orange County residential area College 10
years ago. Though graduating with Honors and on the Dean 's listing did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the starting of employment, breaks, dejeuner, and
end of day, was a antic among the professional faculty. Still, it was a big
working environs. Most of the times, it was very mellow. Though
things heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
computer plot for a living sure beat cranking out patronage composition and
statistical analysis that was the average of near programmers. Headhunters
often called him nearly every dark 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 trajectory Simulator in linked manner during lunch
hour together. And it was a running laugh how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cars coming home from Grateful Dead concerts.

beingness a young mathematical group, the guys often invited each other to their bachelor
pads for parties.

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

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

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

'' I do n't. But it 's all right ; I 'm a Libertarian ! I 've no job with what
other multitude do for fun. But I do n't do drugs, myself. ``

'' Oh, come on ! One joint 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 abode in his yellow
bug.

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



The drop-dead ship date was 24 minute away and Einreb still had n't fixed
that bug that the testers had found that caused the boss monster to run
around in Mexican valium 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 moment, the construction
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 and then ride back to work again in a few 60 minutes,
Einreb curled up on the floor under his desk and fell asleep.

When Gerg came to Einreb 's kiosk at 4:45 on the stick to Friday,
Einreb had a bad feel. Whenever someone 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 meeting with Yrral and got approval
from Mr. and Mrs. Retcehcs, and have decided that we no longer require your
services. ``

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

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

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

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

# # #

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

'' We have several informant who overheard you make a terrorist scourge
this good morning, '' Detective Llemtrac sneered back.

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

'' But you did mention a bomb. ``



'' fountainhead, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't gain they were steering
the conversation to trick me into using the'b'countersign until the police
showed up at my house ! I was so stuffy 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 natal day 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 variety of friend. I had
asked him to see if he could do something about the natal day 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 gang !
They all said they were going to get back at me for asking Dref for
help ... ''

The investigator 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 bigger worry ! ``



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




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

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any guns ? ``

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

Lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the executive direction team of the
division, were there and slowly read the report handed to him by the
detective. `` Do you bang evacuating the building this morning monetary value AT & T
over $ 100,000 ? ``

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



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

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

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



Einreb cried all through the Night. Six bottles worth of Nytol anovulatory drug
sat, uneaten, in a big pile on his dark table. He did n't even get a
chance to say `` goodbye '' to Airam. Being a shy lone hand, she was the closest
he had to a proficient supporter, whom he went out to lunch with once a hebdomad or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendship could have
turned into something more ...

Eventually, though, thing improved. His suspension ended and he
returned to run at AT & T, but assigned to a different department. Most of
the people he had known before had been laid off that fateful day. `` upright
riddance ! '' he thought of most of them -- though he never got up the bravery
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 privacy would be protected.

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

Hardened to collective living, 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 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 appurtenance Solid,
and Final phantasy VII and eighter from Decatur, Einreb had found a clerical job at Guardian
Life through Grace Patricia Kelly Services.

A few week earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the department principal, offered him the
job immediately at the close of the interview, and he accepted it.
The two-hour commute to Bethlehem-Judah was horrendous, but at least he was doing
a reverse commute from Piscataway to Keystone State along I-78. The traffic
in the opposite focussing crawled toward New House of York in the morning, and
crawled back toward Pennsylvania in the evening, but for Einreb traffic was
light source except for the occasional big rig pulling out of the truck stops that
lined the expressway.

Einreb parked his big white Cadillac DeVille behind the protector
construction and headed toward the employee entry. It was a relatively
stress-free clerical job, although it barely paid above lower limit wage.

'' Hey '' Nairb called out as their route converged toward the entry of
the authority, `` decent car ! How 's a clerk afford a Cadillac ? ``

As part of the settlement agreement, Einreb is n't allowed to blab out about
his colony with AT & T ( but Einreb 's protagonist are : - ), so he just told a
dissimilar truth, `` I got a near rift software system from AT & T. ``

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



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



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



'' How do I witness limited characters in SPF edit again ? ``



'' Type F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No problem. ``

At work, the programmers around him had discovered that his 10 age of
mainframe programming experience at AT & T, and 20 long time programming overall,
came in handy when they needed to fuck some esoteric item 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 easily way to enter succession issue into a flat file ? ``



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



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



'' You could always use Syncsort. ``



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



'' Sure you can ! I 've done it pot of prison term to build trial data point. ``



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



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



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



As a shop assistant, Einreb did n't have a TSO ID. `` Let me sit at your terminal
for a minute, and I 'll show you how. ``



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



Einreb sat at Rehtse 's terminal and typed the fall out 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 *

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

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

/*

'' There, '' Einreb said. `` modification the START and INCR note value to suit your
needs, put a JOB card on it, put some run information in SORTIN, print the output
filing cabinet with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his cube to continue transcribing his minutes from
this morning 's budget meeting into an electronic mail to transport out to all the
managers.

The rest of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving league rooms for
upcoming meeting, calling Xerox to bespeak a technician for a belligerent
copier, and confirming that the cafeteria will wait on umber at tomorrow 's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his gall vesica operating theater a few years back, when he had
medical insurance at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has bust of diarrhea at the
virtually inconvenient sentence. Taking Imodium helped when he had architectural plan to do
something on a Sat afternoon, but he did n't require to be dependent on
pharmaceutic to inhabit his day-to-day life. That evening, about a 45
minute of arc into his commute, nearly half way home, Einreb stopped into Truck
Stops of the States along I-78 to use the men 's room.

After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the pocket-sized truckers'
memory for a few mo. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snacks and soda,
but they also sold teamster'log Quran, function, CB radios, mud tizzy
depicting naked cleaning woman, and assorted early `` truck '' stuff. He excused
himself past the truckers browsing around, all big burly cat whom he
would n't want to make water off.

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

He called the recruiter back and, about 15 second later, had lined up
an interview with Unisys in Trenton the keep up day for a perm
programming job with benefits.



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



The HR director, Nerak Klov, met him in the lobby and showed him in to a
conference elbow room. She talked briefly about company benefit and such before
leaving to bring in the direction team who would interview him.



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



Nylorac started by asking him what usefulness 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 foul interrogative sentence were pretty canonic, but the atmospheric pressure was building
during his first snapshot at a programming job in over a year.

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

Einreb answered, `` A join takes two different tables and connects them
side-by-side, using samara in each of the tabular array to match up corresponding
rows, to make one wide-eyed table. An inner join only returns course where Francis Scott Key
match on both tables, but an outer juncture rejoinder every row of both tables,
even if there 's no matching key on one table. '' He knew his answer was
somewhat imprecise and there was more to it than that, and he could go on
about left and aright joins, but he did n't want to piss a misunderstanding and say
something haywire, so he left it at that. Besides, labor union and joins are
really inefficient SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can help oneself
it.

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

'' A union takes two tables with standardized feature and piles them
to make one foresightful board. '' Again, he knew the answer was somewhat imprecise.
most programmers would create a thought of the tables and create the articulation or
conglutination from the VIEW rather than the table itself, but anyone who knew DB2
would know what he meant.

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



Then their stress changed to CICS questions. His psyche froze when Ennayd
asked him what TRANID he would use to debug a CICS programme. He knew the
response. It was on the tip of his tongue. But all he could say was,
'' Sorry, my thinker went clean. ``



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



The personality head came future. initiative came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to work alone or in a team ? '' question.



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



'' What was your favorite assignment ? ``



That was loose. `` The clock time I was the in conclusion rest programmer on a small
projection as a result of downsizing. I was assigned to a manager who knew
little about my project, so I met with my users, did package sustentation,
ran the everyday production cycles/second, 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 authoritative questions, like
how long the workday was, if they can wear blue jean to work, and how many
vacation days they got a year. But he knew better. `` What challenges will
I face on this assignment ? '' and `` Have you done a risk depth psychology for the
workplace, and what contingence have you identified ? ``



The audience finally ended and they thanked each former 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
distant office edifice could hear, while drawing rummy stares from
passers-by on the sidewalk.



Upon returning 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 work the following day, Noaj called over to Einreb from
her square block. `` Hey Einreb, can you add up over for a secondment ? ``



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

'' My TSO school term 's locked up recalling an HSM 'd dataset ! Ever since
Desktop Services re-imaged my PC to XP lastly month, I lost my PA2 key ! They
say you 're upright at this PC clobber too. Do you roll in the hay how to get my PA2 key
back ? ``

'' I 'll try. Let me get a seat, '' Einreb said.

Einreb had never used IBM innkeeper On Demand before, and he preferred
rhumba, but he knew that these TN3270 ape all worked much the Saami.
He clicked on EDIT, then PREFERENCES, then KEYBOARD. ``

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

Einreb clicked on the dip down menu under CATEGORIES and selected HOST
mathematical function. He scrolled down the list until he found PA1 and highlighted
the row. He pressed ALT and F1 together, but aught happened. He rubbed
his Kuki-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 computer menu back to Noaj 's TSO
session. Pressing ALT and F2, he broke out of the HSM wait.

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



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

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

# # #

After various day had passed, he sent an e-mail to Nerak Klov asking her
if they had reached a decision yet.

Her answer the keep abreast 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.

'' shit ! '' Einreb said to his calculator. `` I 'm as strong as anyone ! I 'm
just not a dependable salesman. ``

# # #

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

Mit spoke in his buddy-buddy London stress, `` Einreb, we 've had some ailment
from the head of maintenance about the john. ``

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

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

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few time that his diarrhea
after an periodic heavy lunch had overwhelmed a toilet in the men 's way
and caused it to brim over. But remembering advice that his lawyer gave him
after the colony of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the best defensive structure
against almost any charge was fill out disaffirmation. `` You 've got the wrong
guy, Mit. I do n't know anything about any raft in the lav ! ``

'' You were seen by the security measures guard on two occasions leaving the
bathroom. The cleaning lady complained, and the head of criminal maintenance made a
big malodour to Knarf. ``

'' But I do n't know anything about this ! What does the mind of
maintenance 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 option but to let you go. ``

'' What ! You ca n't be sober, Mit ! Over a commode overflowing ? ``

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

In addition to heavy eating, stress also triggered his ill. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury motortruck blockage on his way domicile early that day.
Einreb pondered his predicament while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
shielder for violating the Americans With Disabilities Act ? I wonder if
lacking a gall vesica counts as a legal disability. With my fortune, I bet
it does n't ! Shit ! ``

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

Making his way to the short dining area, he took a seat and watched the
big tackle ride in and out of the truck block through the dental plate ice window
while he ate his beefburger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have plenty of
time to wind up playing Halo. Maybe I 'll stop at the center on my way home
and pre-order ring 2. ``

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

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

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

'' Uhm, sure, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the muscular woman wearing
a gray coverall and heavy melanize workplace shoes.

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

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

'' Do you know how many truckers it takes to change a light electric-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 little trucker slang in the handful
of times he had browsed through the truckers'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 truckers seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking guy wire. Though there was also more than than a few
who seemed rather indisposed, with a bazaar contribution of visibly missing dentition. At
that, Einreb took a closer feel 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 side
and back. `` Well, you 're pretty attractive yourself, '' Einreb said.

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

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

She let out a loud laugh. `` A Cadillac ? That 's a ripe one ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' Nope ! Bought it firebrand new in conclusion yr, '' 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 play a joke on out his automobile, and so had no clue what she
was talking about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She led him to a truck emblazoned with the logo of a gigantic woman
carrying a hand truck trailer on her back like Atlas carrying the globe. The
gens under the logo said, `` Big Mutha Truckers. ``

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

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

Einreb did n't eff where to get. He had never been with such an
fast-growing woman before. And he had never known many bootleg people, let
alone had had a pitch blackness girlfriend.

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

Before Einreb had a chance to react, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her belly button letting her bulbous breasts wiggle into view. Her nipple had
already swollen handsome than he had ever seen pap 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 pitchy teat tightly down against his
mouth.

Einreb sucked the huge nipple in his sassing for all he was deserving, causing
it to swell even bigger.

A few moments later, she lifted her muscular chest up and lowered the
early teat to his mouth.

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

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

'' rush up already ! '' she said. With a laugh, she added, `` I got to get my
encumbrance to Motown 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 grin and grabbed his cock. She stroked it a
few metre, and Einreb felt the pressure construction quickly. In another
second, he was going to burst forth into her hand.

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



She swung her defenseless black trunk onto his, with her ass over his head and
her head at his crotch, and settled onto him.

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his mouth, squeezing his headland
between her second joint, as she looked up directly into her mysterious dark black ass
crack 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
sucking on it. Being well primed already, he let go, exploding cryptical into her
throat, with muscle spasm after spasm.

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

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

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

He began to lick slowly, then more forcefully. He was n't a amount dweeb,
and so knew his way around a womanhood. He licked up and down her slit, poking
his tongue up into her pussy, then down again to flick her clit.

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

He flicked her clit a few more times, then drew it into his oral cavity,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to suck it abstruse and deeper,
while flicking, licking, and teasing it with his tongue.

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

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

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

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

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

'' Damn right you are ! ``

Again, she leaned down and began to osculate him once more. They spent a
proficient five proceedings swapping spit and grapple tongues when she lifted her
torso up and reached up into a compartment over the bed.

Einreb recognized the little mail boat as she asked, `` fix for the grand
finale ? Or do I need to get you hard again ? ``

'' It 's been a while, so I 'm severe 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 take your breathing spell 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 fount as she unrolled the
rubberise onto his turncock almost made him come a moment time before she was
done. Fortunately, she put it on him quickly and lowered herself onto his
lap.

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

impression himself deep inside her, he began to thrust into her, lifting
her with each driving force, 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
meter, she planted her lip to his and sucked his glossa into her mouth.
They kissed a small more than and then she rested her chief on his shoulder.
'' commodity night, lover. ``

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

# # #

Einreb awoke to the sounds of trucks idling out-of-door. The part about
'' eternal sleep two '' was a tad of an exaggeration. Tamila was still lying on top
of him when he awoke.

Tamila let out a oscitance, kissed him, and leaned up, her ample 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 review, and we can let to a greater extent fun before we go our
fork ways. Okay ? '' she asked.

'' Okay. ``

She slipped back into her coverall and climbed out of the tractor cab.
'' halt my brake line of descent and the fifth-wheel for me, while I check the back of
the lagger. ``

The truck had 18 cycle, and Einreb had no idea which one was the fifth.
At to the lowest degree, he saw her glance between the back of the cab and the presence of
the trailer at the red, puritanical, and green coiled cable television service that connected the
truck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The viridity cablegram
just pulled out of the male plug when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and sorry cables were a niggling odd ; he managed to twist 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 hoses, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the Lapp with the other, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

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

Einreb shrugged ; how hard could it be to just embark on a truck ? His
Beetle had a stick, so he knew how to start a measure. But man ! There
were more gauges than on a jet plane ! He wondered what the two big knob
were for -- the red one shaped like a quit mansion, and the yellow diamond ;
they looked pretty important so he figured it was best not to touch those.
He jiggled the stick shift and wondered what the switch on the knob was
for. He stepped on the Pteridium aquilinum and the hold and reached around the steering
newspaper column, but could n't find the key on the chromatography column. Looking closely, he saw
the key wall hanging from a simple keyhole under the dash. He turned the key,
but it only went one detent and would n't go any further. The truck did n't
start. And some warning device started buzzing loudly.

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm not a truck driver. I just stopped in to the truck block 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 ? ``

'' wellspring, do you want the unharmed chronicle ? ``

'' I 'm all capitulum, pelf ! ``



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

'' diddlysquat ! ``

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

'' dual shit ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at defender out in Bethlehem-Judah ; but I got fired
because I had diarrhea a few weeks ago, and the cleanup lady complained
about me causing the toilets to well over. ``

'' Man ! talking about a hard circumstances history ! Hey ! So you know what
discrimination feel like now ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' I got 's a unspoilt melodic theme than that ! ``

'' What ? ``

'' Ride with me ! ``

'' Ride with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

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

'' sure ! Lots of people team up. form more money that way ! ``

'' But I do n't make out how to push back a truck ! ``

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



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

'' Yeehaw ! Let 's augury the deal with a buss. ``

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