Einreb parked his lilliputian yellow beetle in nominal head of trolling companion'
Lethbridge building in Mahwah and made his way to his cubicle, as he had
done nearly every workday for the yesteryear 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 get laid ; he 's going to be late in a minute, '' the boss said.

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

Einreb poked his head 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 fiend Maze for me ? ``

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

Einreb booted up his data processor and began to conflate the creative person 's artwork
with his assembly program code when Evets popped into Einreb 's cube, handing
Einreb a floppy disk disk. `` Here 's the backdrop musical instrument digital interface for the boss fight. ``

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

'' Morning everyone ! '' Gerg said.

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

'' Sorry I 'm late. I, er, had an accident this weekend. ``

'' Hey Gerg ! '' Einreb called out. `` That 's three-for-three now. Three all in
concerts and three wrecked automobile 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 computer game coder for trolling. Sometimes
he longed to work for a company that the great unwashed actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made games for the Atari 2600 that masses actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself favorable to accept been recruited by
Troll before he even graduated from Orange County Community College 10
years ago. Though graduating with honour and on the doyen 's list did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the start of work, breaks, tiffin, and
end of day, was a antic among the professional person faculty. Still, it was a great
working environment. Most of the clip, it was very mellow. Though
things heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
computer plot for a life sure beatnik cranking out occupation report and
statistical analysis that was the norm of nigh coder. head-shrinker
often called him nearly every night trying to lure him into taking a
higher-paying CPU COBOL job at UPS, A & P, or BMW. He always politely
refused. `` COBOL ? Ugh ! ``

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

existence a young group, the guys often invited each other to their bachelor
digs for parties.

Evets had invited the group to his home one Friday night after work for
a short 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 room and lit a joint.

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

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

'' I do n't. But it 's okay ; I 'm a Libertarian ! I 've no problem with what
early people do for fun. But I do n't do drugs, myself. ``

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

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

As it was, the company ended early and Einreb headed home in his yellow
bug.

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



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

The receptionist announced five o'clock over the PA scheme on Wed
evening, but Einreb stayed at his desk. Within five second, the building
was completely empty.

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

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

Rather than repel home and then force back to mould again in a few 60 minutes,
Einreb curled up on the flooring under his desk and fell asleep.

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

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

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

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

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

'' You 're beshrew right 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 interrogation room
at the Piscataway police station.

'' We have various witness who overheard you make a terrorist terror
this morning, '' investigator Llemtrac sneered back.

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

'' But you did bring up a bomb. ``



'' Well, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't agnise they were steering
the conversation to trick me into using the'b'word until the police
showed up at my house ! I was so near to saving the princess in superintendent
Mario creation, 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 police detective demanded.

'' Dnanidref. He 's the manager of another ontogenesis group in the
section. I never worked under him, but we were sort of friends. I had
asked him to see if he could do something about the birthday trouncing. ``

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



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

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



'' Then chip in me a lie demodulator mental testing, that 'll prove I 'm telling the trueness ! ``




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

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any artillery ? ``

The detective grilled Einreb on and on and finally left him alone in the
examination way for another one-half hour, then drove him back to the AT & T
construction and turned him over to corporate security.

Lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the executive direction squad of the
variance, were there and slowly say the write up handed to him by the
detective. `` Do you know evacuating the construction this morning cost 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 yr of my life to AT & T, lien ! I deserve better treatment
than this ! ``

The suit turned his binding and left, and corporate surety escorted
Einreb out.



Einreb cried all through the night. Six bottles worth of Nytol pills
sat, uneaten, in a big pile on his night table. He did n't even get a
chance to say `` goodbye '' to Airam. Being a shy loner, she was the near
he had to a topper friend, whom he went out to luncheon with once a week or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendship could induce
turned into something more ...

Eventually, though, things improved. His dangling ended and he
returned to work at AT & T, but assigned to a unlike department. Most of
the people he had known before had been laid off that fateful day. `` Good
riddance ! '' he thought of most of them -- though he never got up the courage
to call Airam back again, nor did she ever call him. A few masses 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 late district coach, Yrrab Remmir who
commented, `` As a Christian, I believe AT & T did the right affair. soul
who ca n't go along with some elementary function hazing fun without being a
whistle-blower about it deserves to die. ``

Hardened to incarnate sprightliness, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
did n't pretend it through the future turn of layoffs that AT & T held five years
later. Largely, he suspected, because of the causa he had brought
against AT & T for the Birthday Beating hazing and for his false arrest.

# # #

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

( Just hold on ! It 's coming ! )

# # # #

After being unemployed for nearly a year, and beating metal Gear Solid,
and Final phantasy VII and eight, Einreb had found a clerical job at Guardian
Life through Kelly Services.

A few week earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the section capitulum, offered him the
job immediately at the determination 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 Pennsylvania along I-78. The traffic
in the opposite commission crawled toward New York in the aurora, and
crawled back toward Pennsylvania in the evening, but for Einreb dealings was
illumination except for the casual big rig pulling out of the truck stops that
lined the expressway.

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

'' Hey '' Nairb called out as their track converged toward the entry of
the berth, `` overnice car ! How 's a clerk afford a Cadillac ? ``

As division of the settlement concord, Einreb is n't allowed to speak about
his resolution with AT & T ( but Einreb 's friends are : - ), so he just told a
unlike truth, `` I got a adept severance software program from AT & T. ``

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



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



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



'' How do I find out special character reference in SPF edit again ? ``



'' Type F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No problem. ``

At work, the programmers around him had discovered that his 10 years of
mainframe computer programming experience at AT & T, and 20 years programming overall,
came in W. C. Handy when they needed to know some esoteric detail about ISPF,
COBOL, PL/1, JCL, VSAM, DB/2 or CICS.



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



'' What 's up, Rehtse ? ``



'' Do you have sex an easy way to put in succession routine into a flat file ? ``



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



'' I already tried that. The file 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 figure in a file with Syncsort ! ``



'' Sure you can ! I 've done it mass of times to construct test data. ``



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



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



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



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



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



Einreb sat at Rehtse 's terminal and typed the accompany 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. `` variety the showtime and INCR values to become your
needs, put a JOB batting order on it, put some test data in SORTIN, print the end product
file with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his cube to continue transcribing his minutes from
this cockcrow 's budget coming together into an electronic mail to send out to all the
managers.

The rest period of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving conference room for
upcoming confluence, calling xerox copy to request a technician for a fighter
copier, and confirming that the cafeteria will serve burnt umber at tomorrow 's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his impudence bladder OR a few years back, when he had
medical checkup indemnity at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has bouts of diarrhoea at the
well-nigh inconvenient times. Taking Imodium helped when he had plans to do
something on a Saturday good afternoon, but he did n't want to be pendent on
pharmaceuticals to populate his day-after-day life. That eve, about a 45
minute 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 little truckers'
memory for a few bit. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snacks and soda,
but they also sold teamster'log al-Qur'an, maps, CB radios, mud flap
depicting naked women, and assorted other `` motortruck '' stuff. He excused
himself past the truck driver browsing around, all big burly cat whom he
would n't want to spend a penny off.

When he arrived dwelling, he was thrilled to ingest a headphone substance from a
recruiter who had found his resume on programmingjobs.com.

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



With his consultation courtship still freshly pressed, he called in sick, headed
down road 1 past the Quakerbridge center, and got off N 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 company welfare and such before
leaving to get in the direction squad who would consultation him.



The management squad filed in and introduced themselves to Einreb. The
coach 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 create a VSAM
file.



'' Everyone knows that ! '' Einreb answered. `` You use IDCAMS. ``



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



The technical questions were pretty basic, but the pressure was building
during his first shooter at a programming job in over a year.

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

Einreb answered, `` A join takes two unlike mesa and connects them
side-by-side, using keys in each of the tables to match up corresponding
rows, to make one across-the-board table. An interior juncture only returns rows where key
compeer on both table, but an outer join returns every row of both mesa,
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 right joins, but he did n't want to make a error and say
something wrong, so he left it at that. Besides, marriage and junction are
really ineffective SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can help
it.

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

'' A brotherhood takes two tables with interchangeable characteristics and stacks them
to hold one long table. '' Again, he knew the answer was somewhat imprecise.
to the highest degree software engineer would make a VIEW of the table 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 aspects of DB2 programming.



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



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



The personality questions came future. first-class honours degree came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to mold alone or in a team ? '' question.



Einreb was a programmer through and through. Like any self-respectful
techie eccentric person, he loved nothing better than to be given a set of
requirements, a deadline, and left alone to cipher. `` I love to cultivate with
people, '' he answered. `` I 've worked on large squad, and I 've worked alone.
I work well either way. ``



'' What was your favorite assignment ? ``



That was sluttish. `` The metre I was the lowest remaining programmer on a small
project as a answer of downsizing. I was assigned to a managing director who knew
little about my project, so I met with my users, did computer software alimony,
ran the daily production bicycle, and my desk phone was the assist 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 important head, like
how long the workday was, if they can bear dungaree to turn, and how many
vacation Clarence Day they got a year. But he knew better. `` What challenges will
I face on this assignment ? '' and `` Have you done a peril depth psychology for the
work, and what contingency 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 base of the
distant office construction could hear, while drawing curious 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 study the pursual day, Noaj called over to Einreb from
her cube. `` Hey Einreb, can you come over for a second ? ``



Thankful to take away a break from figuring how many beigel he needed to
edict from the cafeteria for next week 's section condition confluence, Einreb
across the aisle. `` What 's up, Noaj ? ``

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

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

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

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

Einreb clicked on the drop down menu under CATEGORIES and selected HOST
single-valued function. 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 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
whole tone for PA2 and PA3.

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

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



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

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

# # #

After respective days had passed, he sent an email to Nerak Klov asking her
if they had reached a decisiveness yet.

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

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

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

# # #

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

Mit spoke in his thick London accent mark, `` Einreb, we 've had some complaints
from the fountainhead of maintenance about the bathrooms. ``

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

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

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few times that his diarrhoea
after an casual great 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 closure of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the best defense
against almost any accusation was complete denial. `` You 've got the legal injury
guy, Mit. I do n't know anything about any messes in the privy ! ``

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

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

'' If you were a unconstipated employee, you 'd be able to appeal. 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 improver to heavy feeding, stress also triggered his ill. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury truck stop on his way home former that day.
Einreb pondered his predicament while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
defender for violating the Americans With impairment Act ? I wonder if
lacking a gall bladder counts as a legal disability. With my lot, I bet
it does n't ! Shit ! ``

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

Making his way to the small dining area, he took a seat and watched the
big getup private road in and out of the truck end through the plate methamphetamine hydrochloride window
while he ate his burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have plenty of
time to stop playing doughnut. Maybe I 'll stop at the shopping mall on my way menage
and pre-order Halo 2. ``

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

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

Looking up from his burger, a marvelous smuggled woman was standing over him
carrying a tray. `` Want some caller ? '' she asked.

'' Uhm, sure, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the muscular womanhood wearing
a hoary 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 trucker it takes to commute a light 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 precious. ``

Einreb gasped, `` Really ? '' He picked a little truck driver jargon in the handful
of prison term he had browsed through the truck driver'memory, and wondered if she
was what they called a lot lizard.

'' Yeah, you 're the first guy I seen in here in a hanker clock time what 's got all
his tooth, '' she whispered and laughed.

That was n't totally true, Einreb thought ; most of the trucker seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking guys. Though there was also more than a few
who seemed rather seedy, with a fair percentage of visibly missing tooth. At
that, Einreb took a finisher looking 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 plait along the face
and back. `` Well, you 're pretty attractive yourself, '' Einreb said.

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

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

She let out a loud joke. `` 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 overnice. ``

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

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

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

'' hold out class ? '' Einreb choked back his amazement.

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

Einreb was never one to trick out his cars, and so had no cue what she
was talking about.

'' ... and, '' she reached out and slid her forefinger finger down his hand toward
his finger, `` a two-baser sleeper condominium upstairs. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Then descend on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the truck stop, into a hall in the back, past a lounge where trucker
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 trailer on her back like book of maps carrying the world. The
name under the logo said, `` Big Mutha teamster. ``

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

Mouth to mouth, Tamila pulled Einreb up into the railroad tie office up above
in the vertebral column of the cab. A little 9 '' TV hung down from the ceiling facing
the psyche of the bed.

Einreb did n't know where to lead off. He had never been with such an
belligerent fair sex before. And he had never known many black mass, 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 respond, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her navel letting her bulbous breasts wiggle into position. Her pap had
already swollen bragging than he had ever seen nipples be.

'' Like 'em ? '' she asked.

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

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

Einreb sucked the Brobdingnagian nipple in his back talk for all he was worth, causing
it to swell even bigger.

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

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

He was already toilsome than he had ever been in a farsighted meter, 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 rap and started to pull
his Dockers down.

'' Hurry up already ! '' she said. With a jape, she added, `` I got to get my
consignment to Motown by tomorrow ! ``

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

'' Ohhhh ! '' she said with a grin and grabbed his dick. She stroked it a
few metre, and Einreb felt the force per unit area construction quickly. In another
second, he was going to explode into her hand.

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



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

He gasped as she pressed her fumble against his backtalk, squeezing his head
between her thigh, as she looked up directly into her mystifying blue black ass
crack hovering just above his face. Then he moaned when she plunged his
shaft into her back talk. She took it all the way down her throat and began to
suck on it. Being well primed already, he let go, exploding deep into her
throat, with spasm after spasm.

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

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

Her soaking pussycat was pressing down directly against his mouth with the
strength of the, not inconsequential, wide weight of her body.

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

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

He flicked her clit a few to a greater extent sentence, then drew it into his rima oris,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to fellate it deeper and deeper,
while flicking, licking, and teasing it with his tongue.

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

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

Einreb was about to pass out from holding his breath when she fell
forward again. She lay on him panting for a few minute, 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 retiring girlfriend that I 'm
pretty good at giving head. ``

'' Damn right you are ! ``

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

Einreb recognized the petty package as she asked, `` Ready for the fantastic
finish ? 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 cock between her thighs.
'' You want to put it on, or me ? ``

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

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

The volume of her weight bearing down on his face as she unrolled the
rubber 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 putz and slowly lowered herself onto him, guiding his
member into her kitty as she settled onto his lap.

notion himself deep inside her, he began to thrust into her, lifting
her with each thrust, and even causing the massive truck to throw off with each
thrust.

Once again, she drained him and then fell on top of him. For the third
time, she planted her lips to his and sucked his tongue into her oral fissure.
They kissed a little More and then she rested her head on his shoulder joint.
'' right nighttime, devotee. ``

'' near Nox, '' he answered, but she had already fallen asleep on top of
him.

# # #

Einreb awoke to the audio of trucks idling outside. The part about
'' nap two '' was a tad of an exaggeration. Tamila was still lying on top
of him when he awoke.

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

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

'' Sure. ``

'' avail me do my inspection, and we can stimulate more fun before we go our
classify ways. Okay ? '' she asked.

'' Okay. ``

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

The truck had 18 cycle, and Einreb had no idea which one was the fifth.
At least, he saw her coup d'oeil between the binding of the cab and the front of
the trailer at the red, blueness, and green coiled line that connected the
truck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The park cable length
just pulled out of the plug when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and blue overseas telegram were a niggling odd ; he managed to writhe 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 hosiery, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the same with the early, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

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

Einreb shrugged ; how difficult could it be to just start a truck ? His
Beetle had a reefer, so he knew how to protrude a standard. But man ! There
were to a greater extent bore than on a jet plane ! He wondered what the two big knobs
were for -- the red one shaped like a stop house, and the yellow baseball diamond ;
they looked pretty authoritative so he figured it was best not to partake those.
He jiggled the stick shift and wondered what the switch on the knob was
for. He stepped on the bracken and the clutch and reached around the steering
column, but could n't ascertain the key on the column. Looking closely, he saw
the key hanging from a simple keyhole under the bolt. He turned the key,
but it only went one pawl and would n't go any further. The truck did n't
start. And some alarm started buzzing loudly.

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

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

'' What ? ``

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

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



'' I 'm a programmer. ``

'' Yeah ? Where ? ``

'' Well, do you want the totally account ? ``

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



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

'' motherfucker ! ``

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

'' Double shit ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at Guardian out in Bethlehem-Judah ; but I got fired
because I had looseness of the bowels a few weeks ago, and the cleaning lady complained
about me causing the lav to run over. ``

'' Man ! lecture about a hard hazard story ! Hey ! So you know what
favoritism feel like now ! ``

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

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

'' Yeah, maybe. But I do n't require 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 abode to sign up to call for unemployment, that 's what. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' Ride with me ! ``

'' Ride with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

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

'' Sure ! Lots of people team up. Make more money that way ! ``

'' But I do n't hump how to drive 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 adept at it. And you do n't got to put up with no
corporate bullshit no more ! C'mon ! ``



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

'' Yeehaw ! Let 's signal the batch with a osculation. ``

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