Einreb parked his little yellow mallet in movement of Troll Associates'
Lethbridge building in Mahwah and made his way to his stall, as he had
done nearly every workday for the by 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 recognize ; he 's going to be late in a minute, '' the party boss said.

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

Einreb poked his capitulum into Yrral 's square block, `` 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 bulwark
textures for Monster tangle for me ? ``

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

Einreb booted up his computer and began to coalesce the creative person 's nontextual matter
with his assembly program codification when Evets popped into Einreb 's regular hexahedron, 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 absolutely
concerts and three bust up cable car in the past year. Maybe there 's a pattern
there you can do something about ... ''



'' Shut up ! '' Gerg sneered back.



Einreb loved his job as a calculator secret plan software engineer for Troll. Sometimes
he longed to go for a society that people actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made plot for the Atari 2600 that people actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself favorable to possess been recruited by
Troll before he even graduated from Orange County residential area College 10
years ago. Though graduating with honour and on the Dean 's lean did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the scratch of workplace, breaks, lunch, and
end of day, was a joke among the professional staff. Still, it was a keen
working environment. virtually of the clip, it was very laid-back. Though
things heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
calculator games for a sustenance for sure measure cranking out concern reports and
statistical analysis that was the norm of most programmers. Headhunters
often called him nearly every night trying to lure him into taking a
higher-paying C.P.U. COBOL job at UPS, A & P, or BMW. He always politely
refused. `` COBOL ? Ugh ! ``

He and Yrral often played escape Simulator in join modality during lunch
hr together. And it was a running joke how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cars coming home from Grateful Dead concerts.

organism a young chemical group, the guys often invited each other to their bachelor-at-arms
pad of paper for parties.

Evets had invited the group to his house one Friday nighttime after work for
a little political party. Einreb, Yrral, Gerg, Mit, Ycnan, and Tnecillim were all
sitting around Evets'deep brown tabular array one Friday night after oeuvre as Evets
came out of his bedroom and lit a joint.

When Einreb 's round 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
early mass do for fun. But I do n't do drugs, myself. ``

'' Oh, fall on ! One joint is n't going to suffer ! '' Evets insisted.

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

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

autumn was well under way when Yrral was promoted to marketing Analyst,
and Gerg was promoted to grapple the plot development group.



The drop-dead ship date was 24 hours away and Einreb still had n't fixed
that bug that the examiner had found that caused the boss devil to run
around in circles when he was down to 1 hit point.

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

Einreb continued to run compiles and psychometric test. `` Damn ! ``

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

Rather than drive abode and then force back to crop again in a few hours,
Einreb curled up on the base under his desk and fell asleep.

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

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

'' I 'm disconsolate to tell you, but we had a confluence with Yrral and got favorable reception
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 cipher to do with it. ``

'' You 're damn right on about that, Gerg ! It 's because I wo n't smoke 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 interrogatory elbow room
at the Piscataway police station.

'' We have respective witnesses who overheard you make a terrorist threat
this daybreak, '' Detective Llemtrac sneered back.

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

'' But you did mention a bomb. ``



'' Well, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't realize they were steering
the conversation to trick me into using the'b'word until the constabulary
showed up at my house ! I was so close to saving the princess in super
Mario World, too ! ``

'' Why would they do that to you ? ``

'' I explained that to you already ! '' Einreb said through clenched teeth.
'' It 's all because of the hazing ! I told you that after I complained about
the Birthday Beatings to Dref ... ''



'' Who ? '' the police detective demanded.

'' Dnanidref. He 's the coach of another growth 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 Birthday Beatings. ``

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



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

The 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 prominent trouble ! ``



'' Then give me a lie demodulator test, that 'll test I 'm telling the the true ! ``




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

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any guns ? ``

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

Lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the executive director management team of the
division, were there and slowly read the report handed to him by the
detective. `` Do you love evacuating the building this dawn price AT & T
over $ 100,000 ? ``

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



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

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

The suit turned his spine and left hand, and corporate security escorted
Einreb out.



Einreb cried all through the night. Six bottles worth of Nytol tab
sat, uneaten, in a big wad on his night board. He did n't even get a
fortune to say `` adieu '' to Airam. Being a shy loner, she was the faithful
he had to a unspoilt admirer, whom he went out to lunch with once a hebdomad or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendly relationship could have
turned into something more ...

Eventually, though, thing improved. His interruption ended and he
returned to exercise at AT & T, but assigned to a different department. Most of
the people he had known before had been laid off that fateful day. `` Good
exclusion ! '' he thought of nigh of them -- though he never got up the bravery
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 privateness would be protected.

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

Hardened to corporate lifespan, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
did n't pee-pee it through the next round of layoffs that AT & T held five old age
later. Largely, he suspected, because of the case he had brought
against AT & T for the natal day Beating hazing and for his false arrest.

# # #

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

( Just hold on ! It 's coming ! )

# # # #

After being unemployed for nearly a year, and beating metal geartrain solid,
and final Fantasy VII and VIII, Einreb had found a clerical job at protector
Life through Kelly Services.

A few weeks earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the department head, offered him the
job immediately at the last of the consultation, and he accepted it.
The two-hour commute to Bayt Lahm was horrendous, but at least he was doing
a reverse commute from Piscataway to Pennsylvania along I-78. The dealings
in the inverse direction crawled toward New York in the morning, and
crawled back toward Keystone State in the eve, but for Einreb traffic was
ignitor except for the casual big rig pulling out of the truck stops that
lined the expressway.

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

'' Hey '' Nairb called out as their way of life converged toward the entrance of
the government agency, `` skillful car ! How 's a clerk afford a Cadillac ? ``

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

Once inside, Einreb and Nairb went their separate 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 notice special characters in SPF edit again ? ``



'' Type F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No problem. ``

At work, the programmers around him had discovered that his 10 eld of
mainframe programming experience at AT & T, and 20 days programming overall,
came in William Christopher Handy when they needed to live 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
stall adjacent to his.



'' What 's up, Rehtse ? ``



'' Do you recognise an easy way to put in sequence numbers into a straight filing cabinet ? ``



'' Sure, you can do that with ISPF. Just edit the file, turn bit mode
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 sequence numbers game in a data file with Syncsort ! ``



'' Sure you can ! I 've done it plenty of times to ramp up run data. ``



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



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



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



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



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



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

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

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

/*

'' There, '' Einreb said. `` variety the commencement and INCR economic value to suit your
needs, put a JOB placard on it, put some test datum in SORTIN, print the output
single file with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his regular hexahedron to proceed transcribing his instant from
this morning 's budget meeting into an email to institutionalise out to all the
managers.

The rest of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving league rooms for
forthcoming meetings, calling xerographic copier to request a technician for a battler
copier, and confirming that the cafeteria will serve coffee at tomorrow 's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his insolence vesica surgical procedure a few geezerhood back, when he had
medical insurance at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has bouts of diarrhea at the
most inconvenient times. Taking Imodium helped when he had design to do
something on a Sat afternoon, but he did n't desire to be dependant on
pharmaceuticals to live his day-to-day life. That even, about a 45
second into his commute, nearly half way habitation, Einreb stopped into hand truck
blockage of America along I-78 to use the men 's room.

After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the small truckers'
storage for a few minutes. Like a quickie-mart, they sold collation and soda,
but they also sold truck driver'log books, maps, CB radio set, mud flapping
depicting nude women, and assorted former `` truck '' poppycock. He excused
himself past the truckers browsing around, all big burly guys whom he
would n't want to take a leak off.

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

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



With his audience suit of clothes still freshly pressed, he called in sick, headed
down road 1 past the Quakerbridge promenade, and got off north of Trenton.



The HR director, Nerak Klov, met him in the hall and showed him in to a
conference room. She talked briefly about caller benefits and such before
leaving to land in the management squad who would interview him.



The management squad filed in and introduced themselves to Einreb. The
director was Nylorac Nesredna, and the former 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 expert questions were pretty introductory, but the pressure was building
during his first shot at a programming job in over a year.

'' What is the dispute between a join and a conjugation ? '' Ekim asked.

Einreb answered, `` A join takes two different tables and connects them
side-by-side, using keys in each of the board to gibe up corresponding
rows, to give one broad mesa. An interior articulation only returns rows where winder
mates on both board, but an outer join restitution every row of both table,
even if there 's no matching key on one mesa. '' He knew his answer was
somewhat imprecise and there was more to it than that, and he could go on
about left and the right way joins, but he did n't want to micturate a error and say
something wrong, so he left it at that. Besides, unions and joins are
really ineffective SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can aid
it.

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

'' A union takes two tables with similar device characteristic and stacks them
to take a crap one foresighted table. '' Again, he knew the result was somewhat imprecise.
Most programmers would create a view of the tables and create the JOIN or
UNION from the VIEW rather than the table itself, but anyone who knew DB2
would know what he meant.

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



Then their focus changed to CICS head. His psyche froze when Ennayd
asked him what TRANID he would use to debug a CICS course of study. He knew the
answer. It was on the tip of his tongue. But all he could say was,
'' Sorry, my mind went dummy. ``



Still, he knew that he had answered about of the technical interrogative
correctly.



The personality questions came next. first came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to work alone or in a team ? '' question.



Einreb was a coder through and through. Like any self-respectful
tekki eccentric, he loved nothing better than to be given a set of
requirements, a deadline, and left alone to write in code. `` I love to form with
people, '' he answered. `` I 've worked on gravid teams, and I 've worked alone.
I work well either way. ``



'' What was your favorite appointment ? ``



That was easy. `` The fourth dimension I was the last remaining computer programmer on a small
undertaking as a resolution of downsizing. I was assigned to a manager who knew
fiddling about my project, so I met with my substance abuser, did software maintenance,
ran the daily output cycle, and my desk phone was the assistant ancestry for the
organisation. ``



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 important doubt, 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 analysis for the
workplace, and what contingencies have you identified ? ``



The audience finally ended and they thanked each early 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 storey of the
remote office building could hear, while drawing rum stares from
passers-by on the sidewalk.



Upon returning home, he made a few alteration 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 third power. `` Hey Einreb, can you derive over for a second ? ``



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

'' My TSO sitting '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 hooey too. Do you cognise how to get my PA2 key
back ? ``

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

Einreb had never used IBM legion On Demand before, and he preferred
rumba, but he knew that these TN3270 emulators all worked much the same.
He clicked on EDIT, then PREFERENCES, then KEYBOARD. ``

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

Einreb clicked on the drop down menu under CATEGORIES and selected HOST
FUNCTIONS. He scrolled down the list until he found PA1 and highlighted
the row. He pressed ALT and F1 together, but nothing happened. He rubbed
his 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
whole step for PA2 and PA3.

He clicked on APPLY and ended out of the menus back to Noaj 's TSO
seance. Pressing ALT and F2, he broke out of the HSM wait.

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



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

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

# # #

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

Her reply the following day was that they had chosen another candidate.

He replied asking her for some feedback why he was passed over, and she
replied again saying that he was n't very substantial technically.

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

# # #

Several calendar week passed without any further job leads when Mit Nahanahs,
his immediate executive program at Guardian, stopped by his kiosk and asked to
see him privately.

Mit spoke in his thick capital of the United Kingdom accent, `` Einreb, we 've had some complaints
from the head of criminal maintenance about the bathrooms. ``

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

'' He says you 've left deal in the bath on two occasions. ``

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few times that his diarrhoea
after an periodic heavy luncheon had overwhelmed a toilet in the men 's elbow room
and caused it to overrun. But remembering advice that his attorney gave him
after the settlement of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the best vindication
against almost any accusation was terminated denial. `` You 've got the incorrect
guy, Mit. I do n't be intimate anything about any mass in the john ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

In addition to heavy eating, stress also triggered his ailment. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury truck stop on his way dwelling house ahead of time that day.
Einreb pondered his predicament while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
Guardian for violating the American language With disability Act ? I wonder if
lacking a gall vesica counts as a legal impairment. With my luck, I bet
it does n't ! Shit ! ``

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

Making his way to the short dining area, he took a seat and watched the
big outfit parkway in and out of the truck contain through the home base spyglass window
while he ate his burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have plenty of
fourth dimension to finish playing Halo. Maybe I 'll stop over at the shopping center on my way home
and pre-order Halo 2. ``

He felt conspicuously out of position sitting among the grubby looking
bozo, 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 beefburger, a improbable black woman was standing over him
carrying a tray. `` Want some company ? '' she asked.

'' Uhm, certain, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the brawny woman wearing
a gray coverall and heavy black 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 exchange 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 small truck driver slang in the handful
of times he had browsed through the teamster'store, and wondered if she
was what they called a lot lizard.

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

That was n't totally reliable, Einreb thought ; nigh of the trucker seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking guys. Though there was also Thomas More than a few
who seemed rather seedy, with a fair share of visibly missing teeth. At
that, Einreb took a closer smell at her. She was fairly attractive, though
not glamourous. And, yes, she had all her dentition, 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 loudly laugh. `` A Cadillac ? That 's a good one ! ``

'' What do you motor ? '' 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 unspoilt ! And I only got 185,000 miles on it. ``

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

'' Nope ! Bought it steel new lastly year, '' she said, beaming with pride.

'' Last year ? '' Einreb choked back his amazement.

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

Einreb was never one to trick out his railway car, and so had no clew what she
was talking about.

'' ... and, '' she reached out and slid her index finger down his hand toward
his digit, `` a replicate sleeper goby condominium upstairs. ``

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

finishing their burger, Einreb was frantically trying to suppose of a way
to get out of there without causing a scene.

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

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

'' Then come on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the motortruck stop, into a hallway in the cover, past a sofa where truck driver
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 motortruck emblazoned with the logo of a mammoth woman
carrying a hand truck house trailer on her back like Atlas carrying the land. The
name under the logo said, `` Big Mutha truck driver. ``

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

Mouth to mouth, Tamila pulled Einreb up into the crosstie berth up above
in the spine of the cab. A picayune 9 '' TV hung down from the ceiling facing
the drumhead of the bed.

Einreb did n't jazz where to begin. He had never been with such an
aggressive woman before. And he had never known many Joseph Black citizenry, let
alone had had a calamitous girlfriend.

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

Before Einreb had a chance to react, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her navel letting her bulgy breasts wiggle into view. Her nipples had
already swollen full-grown than he had ever seen nipples be.

'' Like 'em ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

He was already hard than he had ever been in a long clock time, and he hoped
she would be impressed, or at least not disappointed. He sat up, pilled
off his shirt, kicked his shoes off, unbuckled his belt and started to draw
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 member fountain to attention before her eyes.

'' Ohhhh ! '' she said with a grin and grabbed his peter. She stroked it a
few time, and Einreb felt the pressure level building quickly. In another
second, he was going to irrupt into her hand.

She stopped, and kicked her shoes off, letting downslope to the flooring 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 header and
her question at his crotch, and settled onto him.

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his back talk, squeezing his head
between her thighs, as she looked up directly into her deep dark smuggled ass
fracture hovering just above his face. Then he moaned when she plunged his
putz into her mouth. She took it all the way down her pharynx and began to
suck on it. Being well primed already, he let go, exploding deeply into her
pharynx, 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 oral fissure with the
force of the, not inconsequential, total weighting of her body.

He began to lick slowly, then more forcefully. He was n't a total dweeb,
and so knew his way around a fair sex. He licked up and down her twat, poking
his tongue up into her pussy, then down again to flicker her clit.

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

He flicked her clit a few more multiplication, then drew it into his mouth,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to suck it recondite and cryptic,
while flicking, licking, and teasing it with his tongue.

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

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

Einreb was about to sink out from holding his breathing time 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 girlfriend that I 'm
pretty good at giving head. ``

'' Damn rightfield you are ! ``

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

Einreb recognized the niggling packet as she asked, `` Ready for the K
finale ? Or do I need to get you hard again ? ``

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

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

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

'' Then accommodate your breath 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
rubberise onto his cock almost made him come a indorse fourth dimension 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.

Feeling himself deep inside her, he began to thrust into her, lifting
her with each thrust, and even causing the massive motortruck to didder with each
thrust.

Once again, she drained him and then fell on top of him. For the third gear
time, she planted her lips to his and sucked his lingua into her back talk.
They kissed a little to a greater extent and then she rested her question on his berm.
'' Good night, buff. ``

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

# # #

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

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

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Help me do my inspection, and we can have more than fun before we go our
separate ways. Okay ? '' she asked.

'' Okay. ``

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

The hand truck had 18 wheel, and Einreb had no mind which one was the fifth.
At to the lowest degree, he saw her coup d'oeil between the back of the cab and the forepart of
the trailer at the red, blue, and leafy vegetable coiled cable television that connected the
motortruck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The greenness cable
just pulled out of the fireplug 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 one
off and realized that they were air hosiery. He wondered why on dry land the
trailer had to be connected to the tractor with air hose, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the Saame with the former, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

Tamila had walked around the poke. `` Start the truck for me ? '' she
asked.

Einreb shrugged ; how hard could it be to just start a motortruck ? His
beetle had a reefer, so he knew how to set out a standard. But man ! There
were more standard of measurement than on a jet sheet ! He wondered what the two big knobs
were for -- the red one shaped like a stop sign, and the chicken baseball diamond ;
they looked pretty important so he figured it was best not to touch those.
He jiggled the mystify shift and wondered what the switch on the pommel was
for. He stepped on the brake and the grasp and reached around the steering
column, but could n't find the key on the column. Looking closely, he saw
the key hanging from a round-eyed keyhole under the hyphen. He turned the key,
but it only went one pawl and would n't go any further. The motortruck did n't
commencement. And some dismay started buzzing loudly.

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

'' tone, Tamila. I got to secernate you something. ``

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm not a truck driver. I just stopped in to the truck plosive yesterday
to get a Warren Burger at BK. I have n't a clue about trucks. ``

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



'' I 'm a computer programmer. ``

'' Yeah ? Where ? ``

'' Well, do you want the hale chronicle ? ``

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



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

'' tinker's damn ! ``

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

'' Double jack ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at guardian out in Bethlehem ; but I got fired
because I had diarrhoea a few week ago, and the cleaning noblewoman complained
about me causing the toilets to overflow. ``

'' Man ! talk about a gruelling fortune story ! Hey ! So you know what
discrimination feels like now ! ``

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

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

'' Yeah, maybe. But I do n't require to dally 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 roll up unemployment, that 's what. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' Ride with me ! ``

'' drive with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

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

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

'' But I do n't know how to force 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 alley
work until you get good at it. And you do n't got to put up with no
collective bullshit no more ! C'mon ! ``



'' well, okeh. If I can hook my XBOX up to your TV in the back, you got
yourself a pardner ! ``

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

* END *