Einreb parked his little yellow mallet in front of Troll Associates'
Lethbridge building in Mahwah and made his way to his cubicle, as he had
done nearly every workday for the past times 10 years.

" dawning Yrral ! " Einreb said as he passed Yrral Allemoc's block at 10 to
9 on a Monday morning.

" Morning Einreb ! " Yrral called back.

" Where's Gerg ? " Einreb asked.

" I don't know ; he's going to be late in a instant, " 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 head into Yrral's cube, " Didn'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 block. " Hi Tneci ! You got the wall
textures for teras labyrinth for me ? "

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

Einreb booted up his reckoner and began to fuse the artist's graphics
with his assembly program code when Evets popped into Einreb's block, handing
Einreb a floppy disk. " Here's the background midi for the political 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 bust up cars in the past tense twelvemonth. Maybe there's a figure
there you can do something about... "



" Shut up ! " Gerg sneered back.



Einreb loved his job as a computer game programmer for Troll. Sometimes
he longed to act upon for a company that people actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made games for the Atari 2600 that hoi polloi actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself lucky to have been recruited by
Troll before he even graduated from orangeness County residential district College 10
twelvemonth ago. Though graduating with Honors and on the Dean's list didn't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the start of work, breaks, lunch, and
end of day, was a trick among the professional staff. Still, it was a great
working surroundings. to the highest degree of the times, it was very laid-back. Though
thing heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
computing device games for a support certain round cranking out line written report and
statistical analysis that was the norm of most computer programmer. headhunter
often called him nearly every night trying to lure him into taking a
higher-paying central processor COBOL job at UPS, A & amp ; 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 joke how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cars coming home from Grateful Dead concerts.

existence a young mathematical group, the cat often invited each early to their bachelor
pads for parties.

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

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

" What ? You don't party ? " Gerg asked in shock.

" I don't. But it's okay ; I'm a Libertarian ! I've no problem with what
other the great unwashed do for fun. But I don't do drugs, myself. "

" Oh, derive on ! One roast isn't going to injure ! " Evets insisted.

" You guys enjoy ! Don't 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 psychoanalyst,
and Gerg was promoted to manage the game development group.



The drop-dead ship date was 24 hours away and Einreb still hadn't fixed
that bug that the testers had found that caused the party boss fiend to run
around in circle 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 second, the building
was completely empty.

Einreb continued to run compiles and tests. " red cent ! "

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

Rather than take home plate and then drive back to crop again in a few time of day,
Einreb curled up on the floor under his desk and fell asleep.

When Gerg came to Einreb's kiosk at 4:45 on the following Friday,
Einreb had a bad feeling. Whenever 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 meeting with Yrral and got approving
from Mr. and Mrs. Retcehcs, and have decided that we no longer ask your
services. "

" What ! " Einreb said. " After I just put in a 32 time of day day to get that
game done ! "

" That has cipher to do with it. "

" You're hoot right about that, Gerg ! It's because I won't smoke drugs
with you ! "

" Clean out your desk and come with me, Einreb ! "

# # #

" I didn't do it ! " Einreb pounded on the table in the interrogatory way
at the Piscataway police station.

" We have several witnesses who overheard you make a terrorist threat
this morning, " Detective Llemtrac sneered back.

" It wasn't like that ! We all knew that AT & amp ; T was handing out the layoff
notices this first light, and we were all making gag about it ; you know,
gallows sense of humor. No one was making any terrorist threats ! "

" But you did mention a bomb. "



" Well, yes. But they tricked me ! I didn't realize they were steering
the conversation to trick me into using the'b'word until the police
showed up at my sign of the zodiac ! I was so close to saving the princess in Super
Mario cosmos, 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 drubbing 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 kind of admirer. I had
asked him to see if he could do something about the Birthday Beatings. "

" Why didn't you ask your own managing director ? "



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

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



" Then give me a lie sensing element examination, that'll prove I'm telling the truth ! "




The police detective ignored Einreb's plea and pressed on. " Were you ever in
the war machine ? "

" No. "

" Do you own any ordnance ? "

The detective grilled Einreb on and on and finally left him alone in the
interrogation room for another half hour, then drove him back to the AT & amp ; T
construction and turned him over to corporate security.

Lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the administrator management squad of the
division, were there and slowly record the report handed to him by the
detective. " Do you get laid evacuating the building this morning cost AT & amp ; 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 encourage notice, " is all he said in reply.

" I gave five twelvemonth of my life to AT & amp ; T, spleen ! I deserve better discussion
than this ! "

The suit of clothes turned his back and left, and embodied certificate escorted
Einreb out.



Einreb cried all through the night. Six bottles worth of Nytol anovulant
sat, uneaten, in a big pile on his nighttime tabular array. He didn't even get a
prospect to say " goodbye " to Airam. Being a shy loner, she was the unaired
he had to a substantially friend, whom he went out to lunch with once a calendar week or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendship could have
turned into something more...

Eventually, though, things improved. His pause ended and he
returned to work at AT & amp ; T, but assigned to a different department. nearly of
the people he had known before had been laid off that disastrous day. " Good
exclusion ! " he thought of most of them -- though he never got up the courage
to hollo Airam back again, nor did she ever call him. A few the great unwashed asked
him if he really did it and what it was like to be arrested, despite
promises from Lein Tnaf that his seclusion would be protected.

He even bumped into his former District director, Yrrab Remmir who
commented, " As a Christian, I believe AT & amp ; T did the right thing. soul
who can't go along with some bare office hazing fun without being a
whistle-blower about it deserves to die. "

Hardened to corporate life, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
didn't make it through the future bout of layoffs that AT & amp ; T held five year
later. Largely, he suspected, because of the cause he had brought
against AT & amp ; T for the Birthday beating hazing and for his faux 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 people for nearly a year, and beating alloy gear solidness,
and Final fantasy VII and eight, Einreb had found a clerical job at defender
spirit through Kelly Services.

A few weeks earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the section fountainhead, 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 reverse commute from Piscataway to Penn along I-78. The traffic
in the opposite word direction crawled toward New House of York in the morning time, and
crawled back toward Pennsylvania in the evening, but for Einreb dealings was
light except for the occasional big rig pulling out of the truck stops that
lined the expressway.

Einreb parked his big Edward Douglas White Jr. Cadillac DeVille behind the Guardian
edifice 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 itinerary converged toward the entrance of
the billet, " Nice car ! How's a clerk afford a Cadillac ? "

As part of the closure arrangement, Einreb isn't allowed to talk about
his settlement with AT & amp ; T ( but Einreb's Quaker are : - ), so he just told a
different truth, " I got a good falling out package from AT & amp ; T. "

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



" Hey Einreb ! " Naoj called out from the stall across the aisle.



" What's up ? " Einreb asked.



" How do I find special persona in SPF edit again ? "



" Type F P'.' . "



" Thanks ! "



" No problem. "

At work, the computer programmer around him had discovered that his 10 years of
mainframe programming experience at AT & amp ; T, and 20 yr programming overall,
came in William Christopher Handy when they needed to recognise some esoteric item about ISPF,
COBOL, PL/1, JCL, VSAM, DB/2 or CICS.



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



" What's up, Rehtse ? "



" Do you know an wanton way to infix chronological succession phone number into a flat Indian file ? "



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



" I already tried that. The single file is too big for SPF, and I don't want
COBOL numbering. "



" You could always use Syncsort. "



" Syncsort ? You can't put chronological sequence numbers game in a file with Syncsort ! "



" Sure you can ! I've done it great deal of clock time to build trial data. "



" Then why isn't it in Quick-ref ? "



" It's in Quickref, but Quickref doesn't explain clearly how to do it. "



" You're pulling my leg, Einreb. "



As a clerk, Einreb didn't have a TSO ID. " Let me sit at your end
for a moment, and I'll demo you how. "



" I don't really have time for this, Einreb, " Rehtse said. " But case
yourself. "



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



//SORT White House PGM=SYNCSORT, REGION=4M

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

//SYSOUT DD SYSOUT=*

//SORTIN DD *

/*

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

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

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

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

//SYSIN DD *

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

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

/*

" There, " Einreb said. " variety the START and INCR values to fit your
needs, put a JOB card on it, put some test data point in SORTIN, print the output
file cabinet with a GENER, and run it. "

Einreb returned to his square block to continue transcribing his instant from
this cockcrow's budget meeting into an email to commit out to all the
managers.

The eternal rest of Einreb's day was filled by reserving conference rooms for
approaching coming together, calling xerox to request a technician for a scrapper
copier, and confirming that the cafeteria will swear out coffee berry at tomorrow's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his gall vesica surgery a few years back, when he had
medical insurance policy at AT & amp ; T, Einreb sometimes has bouts of diarrhea at the
most inconvenient metre. Taking Imodium helped when he had plans to do
something on a Saturday afternoon, but he didn't want to be hooked on
pharmaceutical to be his day-to-day life. That evening, about a 45
instant into his commute, nearly half way home, Einreb stopped into Truck
Stops of United States along I-78 to use the men's room.

After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the diminished truckers'
store for a few minutes. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snacks and soda pop,
but they also sold truck driver'log Quran, mapping, CB receiving set, mud flaps
depicting nude women, and assorted other " hand truck " poppycock. He excused
himself past the truck driver browsing around, all big burly guys whom he
wouldn't want to piss off.

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

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



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



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



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



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



" Everyone knows that ! " Einreb answered. " You use IDCAMS. "



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



The technical questions were pretty introductory, but the pressure was building
during his starting time stab at a programming job in over a year.

" What is the conflict between a juncture and a union ? " Ekim asked.

Einreb answered, " A join takes two different table and connects them
side-by-side, using keys in each of the tables to match up corresponding
rows, to make one all-encompassing table. An intimate articulation only returns rows where keys
friction match on both tables, but an outer sum returns every row of both tables,
even if there's no matching key on one table. " He knew his solution was
somewhat imprecise and there was more to it than that, and he could go on
about left field and right joins, but he didn't want to cook a misapprehension and say
something wrong, so he left it at that. Besides, jointure and sum are
really inefficient SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can help
it.

" And what about a conjugation ? " Ekim persisted.

" A mating takes two tables with similar characteristics and scores them
to make one long table. " Again, he knew the reply was somewhat imprecise.
Most programmers would create a VIEW of the mesa and create the sum or
UNION from the VIEW rather than the mesa itself, but anyone who knew DB2
would have it off what he meant.

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



Then their focus changed to CICS head. His idea 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 glossa. But all he could say was,
" Sorry, my nous went blank. "



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



The personality interrogation came side by side. outset came the dreaded, " Do you
prefer to cultivate alone or in a squad ? " question.



Einreb was a computer programmer through and through. Like any self-respectful
techie oddball, he loved nothing better than to be given a set of
requirements, a deadline, and left alone to encipher. " I love to cultivate with
multitude, " he answered. " I've worked on expectant team, and I've worked alone.
I work well either way. "



" What was your dearie assignment ? "



That was easy. " The sentence I was the last rest programmer on a small
project as a resultant of downsizing. I was assigned to a manager who knew
fiddling about my project, so I met with my substance abuser, did package maintenance,
ran the daily yield cycle, and my desk telephone set 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 trend, he wanted to ask them the really important questions, like
how long the workday was, if they can wear jeans to work, and how many
vacation days they got a year. But he knew better. " What challenges will
I face on this assigning ? " and " have you done a risk analysis for the
work, and what contingency have you identified ? "



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



Einreb started his car and his middle suddenly brightened. He rolled down
his window and yelled out, " CEDF ! " as if the hoi polloi on the 4th floor of the
distant position building could hear, while drawing curious stares from
passers-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 cube. " Hey Einreb, can you make out over for a back ? "



Thankful to take a disruption from figuring how many bagels he needed to
club from the cafeteria for next week's department status meeting, Einreb
across the gangway. " What's up, Noaj ? "

" My TSO academic term's locked up recalling an HSM'd dataset ! Ever since
screen background table service re-imaged my PC to XP last month, I lost my PA2 key ! They
say you're good at this PC hooey too. Do you know how to get my PA2 key
back ? "

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

Einreb had never used IBM horde On Demand before, and he preferred
rhumba, but he knew that these TN3270 imitator all worked much the same.
He clicked on EDIT, then PREFERENCES, then KEYBOARD. "

" I tried that, " Noaj said, " I don't see any of the AID keys listed. "

Einreb clicked on the drop down menu under class and selected boniface
use. 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 carte du jour 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 history recoverer ! "

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

# # #

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

Her respond the pursue 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 wasn't very stiff technically.

" Damn ! " Einreb said to his electronic computer. " I'm as strong as anyone ! I'm
just not a good salesman. "

# # #

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

Mit spoke in his thick London accent, " Einreb, we've had some ill
from the headway of maintenance about the bathrooms. "

" What about the bathrooms ? " Einreb asked.

" He says you've left messes in the bathrooms on two occasions. "

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few times that his diarrhea
after an episodic heavy lunch had overwhelmed a lavatory in the men's way
and caused it to overflow. But remembering advice that his lawyer gave him
after the settlement of his frame-up by AT & amp ; T, he knew the skillful defense
against almost any charge was fill out denial. " You've got the wrong
guy, Mit. I don't know anything about any mickle in the can ! "

" You were seen by the security sentry duty on two affair leaving the
bathroom. The cleaning dame complained, and the headspring of maintenance made a
big stench to Knarf. "

" But I don't know anything about this ! What does the fountainhead of
maintenance have against me ? What did I ever do to him ? "

" If you were a even employee, you'd be able-bodied to invoke. But since
you're a temporary, we have no choice but to let you go. "

" What ! You can't be severe, Mit ! Over a throne overflowing ? "

" I need your badge, Einreb. Please keep an eye on me out of the building. "

In gain to heavy eating, strain also triggered his ailment. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury motortruck stop on his way home early that day.
Einreb pondered his plight while sitting on the crapper. " Could I sue
guardian for violating the Americans With impairment Act ? I wonder if
lacking a rancour bladder counts as a legal disability. With my hazard, I bet
it doesn't ! shite ! "

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

Making his way to the little dining country, he took a seat and watched the
big rigs drive in and out of the hand truck stop through the home base deoxyephedrine windowpane
while he ate his beefburger. " Well, " he thought to himself, " I have heap of
meter to finish playing Halo. Maybe I'll layover at the plaza on my way menage
and pre-order glory 2. "

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

" Hi there, " a vocalism came from behind him.

Looking up from his burger, a tall black womanhood was standing over him
carrying a tray. " Want some companionship ? " she asked.

" Uhm, sure, " Einreb replied, quickly studying the brawny cleaning lady wearing
a gray coverall and heavy pitch-black body of work 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 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 petty teamster patois in the smattering
of clock time he had browsed through the teamster'store, and wondered if she
was what they called a lot lizard.

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

That wasn't totally true up, Einreb thought ; about of the truck driver seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking guy cable. Though there was also more than a few
who seemed rather seedy, with a fair portion of visibly missing teeth. At
that, Einreb took a finisher smell at her. She was fairly attractive, though
not glamorous. And, yes, she had all her teeth, all pearly T. H. White. Her
hair was in cornrows on the top, and hung down all in braiding 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 garish laugh. " A Cadillac ? That's a estimable 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 land 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.

" endure twelvemonth ? " Einreb choked back his amazement.

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

Einreb was never one to play a trick on out his automobile, and so had no cue what she
was talking about.

"... and, " she reached out and slid her index finger down his hand toward
his fingerbreadth, " a stunt man tie condo upstairs. "

" Oh ! " Einreb stammered, finally catching on.

Finishing their beefburger, Einreb was frantically trying to think 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 good. "

" Then hail on ! " She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the truck stop, into a hallway in the binding, past a lounge 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 truck emblazoned with the logo of a mammoth char
carrying a hand truck trailer on her back like map collection carrying the solid ground. The
name under the logo said, " Big Mutha Truckers. "

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

mouthpiece to mouth, Tamila pulled Einreb up into the sleeper mooring up above
in the vertebral column of the cab. A little 9 " TV hung down from the ceiling facing
the head of the bed.

Einreb didn't know where to begin. He had never been with such an
aggressive woman before. And he had never known many nigrify 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 truck cab. " That makes me so hot ! "

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

" Like'em ? " she asked.

" Yeah ! " Einreb said. " They do front 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 teat in his mouth for all he was Charles Frederick Worth, causing
it to swell 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 swollen proportions she lifted up and said, " So, you going to
point me what you got, or what ? "

He was already grueling than he had ever been in a prospicient time, and he hoped
she would be impressed, or at to the lowest degree not disappointed. He sat up, pilled
off his shirt, kicked his horseshoe off, unbuckled his whack and started to attract
his lumper down.

" precipitation 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 appendage spring to aid before her eyes.

" Ohhhh ! " she said with a smile and grabbed his stopcock. She stroked it a
few times, and Einreb felt the pressure building quickly. In another
irregular, he was going to explode into her hand.

She stopped, and kicked her shoes 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 trunk onto his, with her ass over his head and
her head at his private parts, and settled onto him.

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his lip, squeezing his mind
between her thighs, as she looked up directly into her deep disconsolate black ass
offer 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 bass into her
throat, with spasm after spasm.

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

" Now you eat me ! " she commanded.

Her soaking kitty was pressing down directly against his sass with the
military unit of the, not inconsequential, full weight of her body.

He began to lick slowly, then more forcefully. He wasn't a total swot,
and so knew his way around a woman. He licked up and down her slit, poking
his glossa up into her twat, then down again to ruffle her clit.

" Oh ! Just do that ! " she moaned.

He flicked her button a few to a greater extent times, then drew it into his mouth,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to suck it mystifying 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 out from holding his breath when she fell
forward again. She lay on him panting for a few moments, then crawled
around on top of him to lay back on him facing him.

" God ! You know you're good at that ? "

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

" Damn right you are ! "

Again, she leaned down and began to buss him once more. They spent a
good five minutes swapping spit and grapple tongue when she lifted her
torso up and get hold of up into a compartment over the bed.

Einreb recognized the minuscule packet as she asked, " Ready for the grand
finale ? Or do I need to get you hard again ? "

" It's been a spell, so I'm hard again ripe now. "

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

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

" Then obligate your intimation again, " she said as she quickly swung her ass
around and sat on his human face again.

The intensiveness of her weight bearing down on his face as she unrolled the
rubber onto his cock almost made him do a indorse meter before she was
done. Fortunately, she put it on him quickly and lowered herself onto his
lap.

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

opinion himself deep inside her, he began to thrust into her, lifting
her with each stab, and even causing the massive hand truck to judder 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 natural language into her mouth.
They kissed a little More and then she rested her pass on his articulatio humeri.
" Good nighttime, lover. "

" trade good night, " he answered, but she had already fallen asleep on top of
him.

# # #

Einreb awoke to the auditory sensation of hand truck idling outside. The part about
" sleeps two " was a tad of an overstatement. Tamila was still lying on top
of him when he awoke.

Tamila let out a oscitancy, kissed him, and leaned up, her plenteous breasts
jiggling in his facial expression. " Morning, buff ! "

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

" Sure. "

" aid me do my review, and we can have Sir Thomas More fun before we go our
separate mode. Okay ? " she asked.

" Okay. "

She slipped back into her coverall and climbed out of the tractor cab.
" curb my brake lines and the fifth-wheel for me, while I check the backbone of
the trailer. "

The truck had 18 roulette wheel, and Einreb had no idea which one was the fifth.
At to the lowest degree, he saw her coup d'oeil between the back of the cab and the front of
the trailer at the red, blue, and green coiled cables that connected the
hand truck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The commons 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 twist around one
off and realized that they were air hoses. He wondered why on earth the
prevue had to be connected to the tractor with air hosepipe, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the Saami with the other, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

Tamila had walked around the dawdler. " Start the hand truck for me ? " she
asked.

Einreb shrugged ; how difficult could it be to just start a hand truck ? His
mallet had a stick, so he knew how to take up 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 stop preindication, and the yellow diamond ;
they looked pretty of import so he figured it was best not to touch those.
He jiggled the stick switching and wondered what the switch on the knob was
for. He stepped on the brake and the clutch and reached around the steering
newspaper column, but couldn't find the key on the pillar. Looking closely, he saw
the key hanging from a simple keyhole under the dash. He turned the key,
but it only went one pawl and wouldn't go any further. The truck didn't
scratch. And some warning device started buzzing loudly.

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

" Look, Tamila. I got to tell apart you something. "

" What ? "

" I'm not a truck driver. I just stopped in to the hand truck stop yesterday
to get a Warren E. Burger at BK. I haven't a clue about trucks. "

" Oh ? Then what do you do ? "



" I'm a programmer. "

" Yeah ? Where ? "

" well, do you desire the whole story ? "

" I'm all pinna, kale ! "



" I started at a party called round up in Mahwah. I refused to do
drugs at a party at this guy's mansion after workplace, and when he got promoted,
he fired me. "

" diddly-shit ! "

" Then I worked at AT & amp ; T in Piscataway until I complained about some
office hazing. "

" Double shit ! "



" Then I got a clerical job at shielder out in Bethlehem ; but I got fired
because I had diarrhea a few week ago, and the cleanup lady complained
about me causing the pot to overflow. "

" Man ! Talk about a hard circumstances story ! Hey ! So you know what
secernment feels like now ! "

" fountainhead, I guess your right. I guess I do. "

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

" Yeah, maybe. But I don't want to flirt 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 up to collect unemployment, that's what. "

" I got's a punter approximation than that ! "

" What ? "

" Ride with me ! "

" drive with you ? "

" Yeah ! "

" You mean, in a hand truck ? This truck ? "

" indisputable ! Lots of people team up. pull in to a greater extent money that way ! "

" But I don't know how to repel a truck ! "

" Then I'll learn you. It ain'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 in effect at it. And you don't got to put up with no
corporate bullshit no more ! C'mon ! "



" well, okay. If I can hook my XBOX up to your TV in the back, you got
yourself a partner ! "

" Yeehaw ! Let's signal the deal with a kiss. "

* END *