Einreb parked his minuscule yellow mallet in social movement of Troll Associates'
Lethbridge construction in Mahwah and made his way to his booth, as he had
done nearly every work day for the preceding 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 do it ; he 's going to be late in a mo, '' 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 cube, `` Did n't Gerg say he was going
to a Grateful Dead concert over the weekend ? ``

'' Yeah, I think so, '' Yrral answered.

'' Ah ! He must be out buying a new car again. ``

'' Mmm, '' the honcho muttered.

Einreb stopped over at Tnecillim 's cube. `` Hi Tneci ! You got the wall
textures for monster maze for me ? ``

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

Einreb booted up his computer and began to merge the artist 's graphics
with his assembly program codification when Evets popped into Einreb 's cube, handing
Einreb a floppy saucer. `` Here 's the background Midi for the political boss conflict. ``

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

'' Morning everyone ! '' Gerg said.

'' sunrise 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 utter
concerts and three bust up cars in the past times twelvemonth. Maybe there 's a pattern
there you can do something about ... ''



'' Shut up ! '' Gerg sneered back.



Einreb loved his job as a computing device game programmer for Troll. Sometimes
he longed to work for a company that people actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made game for the Atari 2600 that multitude actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself lucky to have been recruited by
Troll before he even graduated from orange tree County community of interests College 10
old age ago. Though graduating with Honors and on the Dean 's listing did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the start of work, rift, dejeuner, and
end of day, was a trick among the professional staff. Still, it was a neat
working environment. Most of the times, it was very laid-back. Though
matter heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
computer biz for a living for certain pulsation cranking out line of work reputation and
statistical analysis that was the norm of most programmer. Headhunters
often called him nearly every night trying to entice him into taking a
higher-paying central processing unit COBOL job at UPS, A & P, or BMW. He always politely
refused. `` COBOL ? Ugh ! ``

He and Yrral often played trajectory Simulator in linked modality during lunch
hour together. And it was a running jocularity how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cars coming dwelling house from Grateful Dead concerts.

being a offspring group, the guy often invited each other to their bachelor
pads for parties.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh, come up on ! One joint is n't going to pain ! '' Evets insisted.

'' You guys savor ! 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 bring off the game developing group.



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

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

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

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

Rather than drive home and then drive back to work again in a few hr,
Einreb curled up on the storey under his desk and fell asleep.

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

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

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

'' What ! '' Einreb said. `` After I just put in a 32 60 minutes day to get that
game done ! ``

'' That has nothing to do with it. ``

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

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

# # #

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

'' We have several witnesses who overheard you make a terrorist threat
this good morning, '' police 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 antic about it ; you know,
gallows humor. No one was making any terrorist threats ! ``

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



'' wellspring, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't see they were steering
the conversation to trick me into using the'b'word until the police
showed up at my theater ! I was so close to saving the princess in Super
Mario public, too ! ``

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

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



'' Who ? '' the detective demanded.

'' Dnanidref. He 's the managing director of another development radical in the
department. 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 Beatings. ``

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



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

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



'' Then establish me a lie sensor trial run, that 'll prove I 'm telling the truth ! ``




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

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any torpedo ? ``

The detective grilled Einreb on and on and finally left him alone in the
interrogation room for another half 60 minutes, then drove him back to the AT & T
edifice and turned him over to corporate security.

lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the administrator management team of the
division, were there and slowly read the report handed to him by the
detective. `` Do you sleep with evacuating the building this morning time price AT & T
over $ 100,000 ? ``

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



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

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

The causa turned his vertebral column and leftfield, and corporate security escorted
Einreb out.



Einreb cried all through the nighttime. Six bottles worth of Nytol oral contraceptive
sat, uneaten, in a big mickle on his dark table. He did n't even get a
chance to say `` goodbye '' to Airam. Being a shy loner, she was the closest
he had to a skillful Friend, whom he went out to lunch with once a week or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendship could have
turned into something more ...

Eventually, though, things improved. His hiatus ended and he
returned to work at AT & T, but assigned to a different section. Most of
the people he had known before had been laid off that portentous day. `` Good
ejection ! '' 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 multitude asked
him if he really did it and what it was like to be arrested, despite
promises from Lein Tnaf that his privacy would be protected.

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

Hardened to corporate liveliness, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
did n't piss it through the future rhythm of layoffs that AT & T held five years
later. Largely, he suspected, because of the suit he had brought
against AT & T for the birthday Beating hazing and for his false arrest.

# # #

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

( Just maintain on ! It 's coming ! )

# # # #

After being unemployed for nearly a yr, and beating metal cogwheel Solid,
and final exam phantasy VII and VIII, Einreb had found a clerical job at Guardian
life history through Grace Kelly Services.

A few week earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the department headway, offered him the
job immediately at the stopping point of the consultation, and he accepted it.
The two-hour commute to Bethlehem Ephrathah was horrendous, but at least he was doing
a reverse commute from Piscataway to Pennsylvania along I-78. The dealings
in the reverse direction crawled toward New York in the morning, and
crawled back toward Penn 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 white Cadillac DeVille behind the Guardian
building and headed toward the employee entrance. It was a relatively
stress-free clerical job, although it barely paid above minimum wage.

'' Hey '' Nairb called out as their course converged toward the entranceway of
the office, `` prissy car ! How 's a clerk afford a Cadillac ? ``

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

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



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



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



'' How do I detect particular character in SPF edit again ? ``



'' type F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No problem. ``

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



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



'' What 's up, Rehtse ? ``



'' Do you hump an easy way to insert sequence phone number into a flat single file ? ``



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



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



'' You could always use Syncsort. ``



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



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



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



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



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



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



'' I do n't really have meter for this, Einreb, '' Rehtse said. `` But causa
yourself. ``



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

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

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

/*

'' There, '' Einreb said. `` change the START and INCR note value to suit your
needs, put a JOB carte on it, put some test data point in SORTIN, print the output
file with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his cube to continue transcribing his mo from
this morning 's budget encounter into an email to charge out to all the
managers.

The repose of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving conference suite for
upcoming meetings, calling xerographic copier to bespeak a technician for a belligerent
duplicator, and confirming that the cafeteria will serve coffee at tomorrow 's
executive luncheon.

Ever since his gall bladder surgical procedure a few years back, when he had
health check insurance policy at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has bouts of diarrhea at the
most inconvenient prison term. Taking Imodium helped when he had plan to do
something on a Saturday good afternoon, but he did n't want to be dependant on
pharmaceutical to dwell his day-to-day sprightliness. That evening, about a 45
instant into his commute, nearly half way home, Einreb stopped into Truck
Stops of America along I-78 to use the men 's room.

After doing what he had to do, he browsed through the small truck driver'
store for a few second. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snack and soda water,
but they also sold truckers'log books, maps, CB radios, mud flutter
depicting au naturel char, and assorted other `` truck '' stuff. He excused
himself past the trucker browsing around, all big burly laugh at whom he
would n't want to piss off.

When he arrived home plate, he was thrilled to give 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 Trenton the accompany day for a perm
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 northwards of Trenton.



The HR manager, Nerak Klov, met him in the foyer and showed him in to a
conference room. She talked briefly about company benefits and such before
leaving to get in the management team who would interview him.



The direction team filed in and introduced themselves to Einreb. The
manager 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 create a VSAM
file.



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



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



The technical interrogation were pretty basic, but the force per unit area was building
during his number 1 pellet at a programming job in over a year.

'' What is the conflict between a juncture and a mating ? '' Ekim asked.

Einreb answered, `` A union takes two unlike mesa and connects them
side-by-side, using headstone in each of the table to match up corresponding
rows, to earn one wide table. An inner join only returns rowing where keys
match on both tabular array, but an outer articulation returns every row of both tables,
even if there 's no matching key on one tabular array. '' He knew his solvent was
somewhat imprecise and there was more to it than that, and he could go on
about left hand and right articulation, but he did n't want to prepare a mistake and say
something ill-timed, so he left it at that. Besides, unions and union are
really inefficient SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can help
it.

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

'' A join takes two tables with similar characteristics and stacks them
to make one retentive table. '' Again, he knew the solution was somewhat imprecise.
Most programmers would produce a VIEW of the table and make the JOIN or
marriage from the VIEW rather than the table itself, but anyone who knew DB2
would know what he meant.

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



Then their focal point changed to CICS questions. His mind 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 natural language. But all he could say was,
'' Sorry, my mind went blank. ``



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



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



Einreb was a computer programmer through and through. Like any dignified
techie geek, he loved nothing better than to be given a set of
demand, a deadline, and left alone to code. `` I love to mold with
hoi polloi, '' he answered. `` I 've worked on large team, and I 've worked alone.
I work well either way. ``



'' What was your favorite assignment ? ``



That was easy. `` The time I was the last remaining programmer on a small
task as a resultant role of downsizing. I was assigned to a manager who knew
little about my project, so I met with my users, did software alimony,
ran the day-by-day production Hz, 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 questions, like
how long the workday was, if they can jade blue jean to process, and how many
vacation days they got a year. But he knew better. `` What challenges will
I face on this duty assignment ? '' and `` Have you done a risk analytic thinking for the
work, and what contingencies have you identified ? ``



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



Einreb started his car and his center suddenly brightened. He rolled down
his windowpane and yelled out, `` CEDF ! '' as if the people on the 4th floor of the
distant office building could learn, while drawing curious stares from
passers-by on the sidewalk.



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



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



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

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

'' I 'll try. Let me hold a behind, '' Einreb said.

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

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

Einreb clicked on the drop down menu under category and selected boniface
part. He scrolled down the list until he found PA1 and highlighted
the row. He pressed ALT and F1 together, but zippo 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
gradation 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 lifetime saver ! ``

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

# # #

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

Her respond 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 firm technically.

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

# # #

Several calendar week passed without any foster job jumper cable when Mit Nahanahs,
his immediate supervisory program at Guardian, stopped by his kiosk and asked to
see him privately.

Mit spoke in his thick-skulled London accent, `` Einreb, we 've had some complaints
from the head teacher of sustentation about the bathrooms. ``

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

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

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few prison term that his diarrhea
after an occasional toilsome lunch had overwhelmed a toilet in the men 's elbow room
and caused it to spill over. But remembering advice that his lawyer gave him
after the settlement of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the best refutation
against almost any charge was consummate defense. `` You 've got the wrong
guy, Mit. I do n't know anything about any messes in the bathrooms ! ``

'' You were seen by the protection precaution on two occasions leaving the
privy. The cleanup lady complained, and the oral sex 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 regular employee, you 'd be able to appeal. But since
you 're a temporary worker, we have no choice but to let you go. ``

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

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

In addition to heavy feeding, emphasis also triggered his ill. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury hand truck stoppage on his way home early that day.
Einreb pondered his quandary while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
defender for violating the Americans With Disabilities Act ? I wonder if
lacking a gall vesica counts as a legal disability. With my luck, I bet
it does n't ! stool ! ``

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

Making his way to the minuscule dining area, he took a fundament and watched the
big rigs drive in and out of the hand truck stop through the home base glass window
while he ate his Burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have plenty of
time to terminate playing annulus. Maybe I 'll intercept at the mall on my way home
and pre-order Halo 2. ``

He felt conspicuously out of station sitting among the Myxocephalus aenaeus looking
bozo, presumably all motortruck device driver. But he kept to himself while he
nibbled on his burger.

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

Looking up from his Warren Earl Burger, a tall black woman was standing over him
carrying a tray. `` Want some caller ? '' she asked.

'' Uhm, sure, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the muscular cleaning lady wearing
a gray coverall and heavy blackamoor 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 bed how many truck driver it takes to change a igniter 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 trucker argot in the fistful
of times he had browsed through the truckers'store, and wondered if she
was what they called a lot lizard.

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

That was n't totally straight, Einreb thought ; most of the truckers seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking cat. 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 glamorous. And, yes, she had all her teeth, all pearly white. Her
hair was in cornrows on the top, and hung down all in braids along the English
and back. `` Well, you 're passably attractive yourself, '' Einreb said.

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

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

She let out a cheap laughter. `` A Cadillac ? That 's a soundly 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 gracious. ``

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

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

'' Nope ! Bought it marque new last twelvemonth, '' she said, beaming with pride.

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

'' ... and, '' she reached out and slid her index finger down his deal toward
his finger, `` a twice sleeping car condo upstairs. ``

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

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

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

Einreb, having no hand truck, said, `` Your Volvo sounds salutary. ``

'' Then arrive on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the hand truck catch, into a hall in the back, past a lounge where truckers
were watching a big-screen TV, and out into the parking lot in the rear,
jam-packed with 18-wheelers.

She led him to a hand truck emblazoned with the logotype of a gigantic charwoman
carrying a truck trailer on her back like Atlas carrying the dry land. The
name under the logotype said, `` Big Mutha trucker. ``

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

Mouth to mouth, Tamila pulled Einreb up into the sleeping car berth up above
in the book binding of the cab. A little 9 '' TV hung down from the ceiling facing
the school principal of the bed.

Einreb did n't know where to begin. He had never been with such an
belligerent cleaning lady before. And he had never known many black people, let
alone had had a contraband 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 probability to respond, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her umbilicus letting her bulbous chest wiggle into eyeshot. Her mamilla had
already swollen bigger than he had ever seen mammilla 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 jet-black nipples tightly down against his
mouth.

Einreb sucked the huge nipple in his mouth for all he was Charles Frederick Worth, causing
it to puff up 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 other
nipple to swell dimension she lifted up and said, `` So, you going to
show me what you got, or what ? ``

He was already toilsome than he had ever been in a prospicient 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 extract
his longshoreman down.

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

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

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

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



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

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his mouth, squeezing his brain
between her thighs, as she looked up directly into her deep sinister black ass
cleft hovering just above his cheek. Then he moaned when she plunged his
prick 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 deep into her
throat, with spasm after spasm.

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

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

Her soaking pussy was pressing down directly against his oral cavity with the
force of the, not inconsequential, full weight of her body.

He began to puzzle out slowly, then more forcefully. He was n't a total dweeb,
and so knew his way around a woman. He licked up and down her snatch, poking
his lingua up into her cunt, then down again to flick her clit.

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

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

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

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

Einreb was about to pass along out from holding his breath when she fell
forward again. She lay on him panting for a few second, 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 secure at giving head. ``

'' tinker's damn rightfulness you are ! ``

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

Einreb recognized the little packet as she asked, `` Ready for the fantastic
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 punishing peter between her thighs.
'' You want to put it on, or me ? ``

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

'' Then go for your breathing spell again, '' she said as she quickly swung her ass
around and sat on his face again.

The intensity of her weight bearing down on his face as she unrolled the
rubberize onto his pecker almost made him follow a second sentence 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 jab, and even causing the massive truck to escape from 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 clapper into her mouthpiece.
They kissed a niggling more and then she rested her head teacher on his shoulder.
'' Good night, fan. ``

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

# # #

Einreb awoke to the sounds of motortruck idling international. The part about
'' sleeps 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 breasts
jiggling in his fount. `` Morning, lover ! ``

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

'' Sure. ``

'' aid me do my review, and we can have more fun before we go our
separate ways. OK ? '' she asked.

'' Okay. ``

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

The truck had 18 roulette wheel, and Einreb had no melodic theme which one was the fifth.
At to the lowest degree, he saw her glance between the back of the cab and the front of
the trailer at the red, blue, and gullible coiled cables that connected the
truck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The green cablegram
just pulled out of the chaw when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and blueness cables were a little odd ; he managed to turn 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 hoses, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the same with the other, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

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

Einreb shrugged ; how unmanageable could it be to just embark on a truck ? His
mallet had a stick, so he knew how to start a monetary standard. But man ! There
were More gauges than on a jet carpenter's plane ! He wondered what the two big knobs
were for -- the red one shaped like a stop house, and the yellowish baseball field ;
they looked pretty authoritative so he figured it was best not to touch those.
He jiggled the stick work shift and wondered what the switch on the node was
for. He stepped on the brake and the clutch and reached around the steering
pillar, but could n't observe the key on the newspaper column. Looking closely, he saw
the key hanging from a simple keyhole under the dash. He turned the key,
but it only went one suction stop and would n't go any further. The truck did n't
first. And some alarm system started buzzing loudly.

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

'' flavour, Tamila. I got to narrate you something. ``

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm not a hand truck number one wood. I just stopped in to the truck stop yesterday
to get a burger at BK. I have n't a clue about trucks. ``

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



'' I 'm a programmer. ``

'' Yeah ? Where ? ``

'' Well, do you want the whole story ? ``

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



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

'' crap ! ``

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

'' two-bagger dogshit ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at protector out in Bethlehem ; but I got fired
because I had looseness of the bowels a few calendar week ago, and the cleaning peeress complained
about me causing the toilets to overflow. ``

'' Man ! lecture about a hard luck floor ! Hey ! So you know what
favoritism 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 last
caller did was definitely against the ADA ! ``

'' Yeah, maybe. But I do n't require to play 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 signalize up to collect unemployment, that 's what. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' drive with me ! ``

'' Ride with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

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

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

'' But I do n't know how to push a truck ! ``

'' Then I 'll teach you. It ai n't hard. '' She paused and added, `` Well,
double-clutching while downshifting 's a squawk, but I 'll do all the alley
work until you get salutary at it. And you do n'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 dorsum, you got
yourself a partner ! ``

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

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