Einreb parked his piddling yellow-bellied Beetle in front of Troll Associates'
Lethbridge edifice in Mahwah and made his way to his cubicle, as he had
done nearly every workday for the past 10 years.

'' Morning Yrral ! '' Einreb said as he passed Yrral Allemoc 's third power at 10 to
9 on a Monday morning.

'' Morning Einreb ! '' Yrral called back.

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

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

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

Einreb poked his drumhead 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 party boss muttered.

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

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

Einreb booted up his information processing system and began to fuse the artist 's artwork
with his assembler code when Evets popped into Einreb 's third power, handing
Einreb a floppy disk disk. `` Here 's the background MIDI for the boss fight. ``

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

'' Morning everyone ! '' Gerg said.

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

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

'' Hey Gerg ! '' Einreb called out. `` That 's three-for-three now. Three stagnant
concerts and three wrecked railroad car in the preceding 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 computer programmer for Troll. Sometimes
he longed to work for a company that people actually heard of, like Atari
or Activision, who made games for the Atari 2600 that people actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself favorable to ingest been recruited by
Troll before he even graduated from Orange County Community College 10
age ago. Though graduating with honour and on the Dean 's inclination did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the starting signal of employment, breaks, lunch, and
end of day, was a joke among the professional person staff. Still, it was a great
working surround. almost of the clip, it was very laid-back. Though
matter heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
computer plot for a aliveness indisputable pulsation cranking out line paper and
statistical analytic thinking that was the norm of almost coder. head-shrinker
often called him nearly every dark trying to lure him into taking a
higher-paying mainframe COBOL job at UPS, A & P, or BMW. He always politely
refused. `` COBOL ? Ugh ! ``

He and Yrral often played flight of steps Simulator in linked mode during dejeuner
hour together. And it was a running joke how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his cable car coming home from Grateful Dead concerts.

Being a immature radical, the bozo often invited each other to their bachelor
pads for parties.

Evets had invited the grouping to his house one Friday night after work for
a little party. Einreb, Yrral, Gerg, Mit, Ycnan, and Tnecillim were all
sitting around Evets'coffee board one Friday night after workplace 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 okay ; I 'm a Libertarian ! I 've no problem with what
other multitude do for fun. But I do n't do drugs, myself. ``

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

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

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

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



The drop-dead ship engagement was 24 60 minutes away and Einreb still had n't fixed
that bug that the quizzer had found that caused the boss monster to run
around in lap when he was down to 1 hit point.

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

Einreb continued to run compiles and mental test. `` hoot ! ``

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

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

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

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

'' I 'm good-for-naught to evidence you, but we had a meeting with Yrral and got approval
from Mr. and Mrs. Retcehcs, and have decided that we no longer take your
serve. ``

'' What ! '' Einreb said. `` After I just put in a 32 hour 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 out your desk and come with me, Einreb ! ``

# # #

'' I did n't do it ! '' Einreb pounded on the board in the interrogation room
at the Piscataway constabulary station.

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

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

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



'' wellspring, 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 police
showed up at my house ! I was so unaired to saving the princess in superintendent
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 detective demanded.

'' Dnanidref. He 's the manager of another development mathematical group in the
department. I never worked under him, but we were sort of supporter. I had
asked him to see if he could do something about the Birthday Beatings. ``

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



'' Mij Htims ? He was in on the hazing as must as the rest of the cluster !
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 center. `` If you 're
making accusation at your manager to get out of this, you 're gon na be in
even fully grown worry ! ``



'' Then break me a lie sensor tryout, that 'll prove I 'm telling the truth ! ``




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

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any guns ? ``

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

Lien Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the executive director management squad of the
division, were there and slowly read the account handed to him by the
investigator. `` Do you know evacuating the building this first light toll AT & T
over $ 100,000 ? ``

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



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

'' I gave five years of my life story to AT & T, Lien ! I deserve better discussion
than this ! ``

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



Einreb cried all through the Nox. Six bottles worth of Nytol tablet
sat, uneaten, in a big atomic reactor on his night tabular array. He did n't even get a
chance to say `` arrivederci '' to Airam. Being a shy lone wolf, she was the closest
he had to a honorable Quaker, 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 suspension ended and he
returned to work at AT & T, but assigned to a different department. about of
the people he had known before had been laid off that fateful day. `` expert
expulsion ! '' he thought of near of them -- though he never got up the bravery
to squall 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 concealment would be protected.

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

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

# # #

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

( Just give on ! It 's coming ! )

# # # #

After being unemployed for nearly a year, and beating metallic element Gear Solid,
and Final fantasy VII and VIII, Einreb had found a clerical job at protector
Life through Princess Grace of Monaco Services.

A few workweek earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the section head, offered him the
job immediately at the conclusion of the interview, and he accepted it.
The two-hour commute to Bayt Lahm was horrendous, but at to the lowest degree he was doing
a rearward commute from Piscataway to Penn along I-78. The dealings
in the reverse steering crawled toward New York in the sunrise, and
crawled back toward PA in the evening, but for Einreb traffic was
light except for the casual big rig pulling out of the motortruck stops that
lined the expressway.

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

'' Hey '' Nairb called out as their paths converged toward the entrance of
the role, `` Nice car ! How 's a clerk afford a Cadillac ? ``

As share of the resolution agreement, Einreb is n't allowed to babble out about
his settlement with AT & T ( but Einreb 's friends are : - ), so he just told a
unlike accuracy, `` I got a right rift software program from AT & T. ``

Once inside, Einreb and Nairb went their carve up directions as Einreb
settled into his carrel for the day.



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



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



'' How do I come up special character in SPF edit again ? ``



'' character F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No job. ``

At work, the computer programmer around him had discovered that his 10 long time of
processor programming experience at AT & T, and 20 years programming boilers suit,
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 carrel paries from her
cubicle adjacent to his.



'' What 's up, Rehtse ? ``



'' Do you get laid an tardily way to infix sequence issue into a flat file cabinet ? ``



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



'' I already tried that. The single 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 episode bit in a file cabinet 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 explain clearly how to do it. ``



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



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



'' I do n't really have fourth dimension for this, Einreb, '' Rehtse said. `` But lawsuit
yourself. ``



Einreb sat at Rehtse 's terminal and typed the following 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 *

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

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

/*

'' There, '' Einreb said. `` variety the START and INCR values to suit your
needs, put a JOB card on it, put some test data in SORTIN, print the yield
file with a GENER, and run it. ``

Einreb returned to his square block to stay on transcribing his hour from
this morning time 's budget meeting into an email to send out to all the
managers.

The respite of Einreb 's day was filled by reserving conference rooms for
upcoming meetings, calling Xerox to request a technician for a belligerent
copier, and confirming that the cafeteria will answer deep brown at tomorrow 's
executive director luncheon.

Ever since his gall bladder surgical procedure a few eld back, when he had
medical checkup policy at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has bouts of diarrhea at the
about inconvenient multiplication. Taking Imodium helped when he had program to do
something on a Sat good afternoon, but he did n't want to be dependent on
pharmaceuticals to live his day-to-day life history. That evening, about a 45
minutes into his commute, nearly half way domicile, 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 truckers'
store for a few minutes. Like a quickie-mart, they sold bite and pop,
but they also sold truckers'log Book, mathematical function, CB radios, mud flaps
depicting raw women, and assorted former `` truck '' material. He excused
himself past the teamster browsing around, all big burly guy cable whom he
would n't want to pass water off.

When he arrived home, he was thrilled to have a phone subject matter 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 following day for a permanent wave
programming job with benefits.



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



The HR manager, Nerak Klov, met him in the third house and showed him in to a
conference way. She talked briefly about troupe welfare and such before
leaving to add in the management squad who would interview him.



The management team filed in and introduced themselves to Einreb. The
manager was Nylorac Nesredna, and the former members of the squad 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 press was building
during his first gibe at a programming job in over a year.

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

Einreb answered, `` A join takes two different tables and connects them
side-by-side, using keys in each of the tables to gibe up corresponding
rows, to get one wide table. An inner join only returns rows where key
match on both tables, but an outer joint returns every row of both table,
even if there 's no matching key on one tabular array. '' He knew his resolution was
somewhat imprecise and there was more to it than that, and he could go on
about left wing and right-hand junction, but he did n't want to clear a error and say
something wrong, so he left it at that. Besides, unions and joint are
really inefficient SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can aid
it.

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

'' A union takes two tabular array with similar characteristic and stacks them
to spend a penny one yearn table. '' Again, he knew the reply was somewhat imprecise.
well-nigh programmers would create a horizon of the tables and make the junction or
sum 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
former face of DB2 programming.



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



Still, he knew that he had answered nearly of the expert interrogation
correctly.



The personality interrogative came next. inaugural came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to play alone or in a team ? '' question.



Einreb was a software engineer through and through. Like any self-respecting
techie oddball, he loved nothing better than to be given a set of
requirements, a deadline, and left alone to code. `` I love to operate 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 easily. `` The time I was the endure remaining coder on a diminished
project as a consequence of retrenchment. I was assigned to a coach who knew
little about my projection, so I met with my users, did software maintenance,
ran the casual production hertz, and my desk phone was the help note for the
system. ``



The questioning went on like that for about an minute, then they asked him
if he had any questions.



Of course of study, he wanted to ask them the really of import questions, like
how long the workday was, if they can wear jeans to do work, and how many
vacation Day they got a year. But he knew better. `` What challenges will
I face on this assignment ? '' and `` Have you done a risk of infection analysis for the
oeuvre, and what contingence have you identified ? ``



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



Einreb started his car and his heart suddenly brightened. He rolled down
his window and yelled out, `` CEDF ! '' as if the mass on the 4th flooring of the
upstage office building could hear, while drawing queer 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 observe day, Noaj called over to Einreb from
her square block. `` Hey Einreb, can you come over for a second ? ``



Thankful to take a break from figuring how many bagels he needed to
social club from the cafeteria for adjacent workweek '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 last month, I lost my PA2 key ! They
say you 're good at this PC stuff and nonsense too. Do you know how to get my PA2 key
back ? ``

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

Einreb had never used IBM server On Demand before, and he preferred
Rumba, but he knew that these TN3270 aper all worked much the Lapplander.
He clicked on EDIT, then PREFERENCES, 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 category and selected server
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 chin and then clicked on ASSIGN KEY. Again he pressed ALT and F1
together and the key succession appeared in the row for PA1. He repeated the
tone for PA2 and PA3.

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

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



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

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

# # #

After several twenty-four hour period had passed, he sent an electronic mail to Nerak Klov asking her
if they had reached a decision yet.

Her reply the play along 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 potent technically.

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

# # #

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

Mit spoke in his thick John Griffith Chaney dialect, `` Einreb, we 've had some complaint
from the promontory of care about the john. ``

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

'' He says you 've left lot in the lav on two social occasion. ``

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few times that his looseness
after an occasional threatening lunch had overwhelmed a commode in the men 's room
and caused it to bubble over. But remembering advice that his attorney gave him
after the settlement of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the best defense
against almost any accusal was complete denial. `` You 've got the haywire
guy, Mit. I do n't know anything about any mass in the bathrooms ! ``

'' You were seen by the surety sentry go on two occasions leaving the
bath. The cleaning gentlewoman complained, and the fountainhead of upkeep made a
big fetor to Knarf. ``

'' But I do n't love 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 temp, we have no choice but to let you go. ``

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

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

In addition to heavy feeding, stress also triggered his ailment. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury motortruck stop on his way home ahead of time that day.
Einreb pondered his plight while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
Guardian for violating the Americans With impairment Act ? I wonder if
lacking a gall bladder counts as a effectual disability. With my luck, I bet
it does n't ! stag ! ``

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

Making his way to the little din domain, he took a seat and watched the
big rigs drive in and out of the truck terminate through the shell glassful windowpane
while he ate his Warren Earl Burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have plenty of
time to finish playing glory. Maybe I 'll block up at the mall on my way household
and pre-order Halo 2. ``

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

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

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

'' Uhm, sure enough, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the sinewy woman wearing
a gray coverall and weighed down bootleg oeuvre shoes.

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

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

'' Do you cognise how many truckers it takes to change a light lightbulb ? '' 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 petty teamster patois in the smattering
of times he had browsed through the teamster'store, and wondered if she
was what they called a lot lizard.

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

That was n't totally genuine, Einreb thought ; most of the truckers seemed to
be reasonably ordinary bicycle looking guy cable. Though there was also to a greater extent than a few
who seemed rather seamy, with a fair share of visibly missing teeth. At
that, Einreb took a finisher expression at her. She was fairly attractive, though
not glamorous. And, yes, she had all her teeth, all pearly Andrew D. White. Her
fuzz 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. `` campaign ? Uhm, a Cadillac. Why ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Nope ! Bought it make 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 play tricks out his cars, and so had no hint what she
was talking about.

'' ... and, '' she reached out and slid her exponent finger down his hired hand toward
his fingers, `` a double sleeping car condo upstairs. ``

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

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

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

Einreb, having no motortruck, said, `` Your Volvo sounds safe. ``

'' Then come on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the truck stop, into a hallway in the back, past a lounge 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 truck emblazoned with the logo of a gigantic cleaning lady
carrying a truck trailer on her back like Atlas carrying the Earth. The
gens under the logotype said, `` Big Mutha trucker. ``

'' Welcome to my menage, '' 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 crosstie berth up above
in the back of the cab. A piffling 9 '' TV hung down from the cap facing
the head of the bed.

Einreb did n't know where to set out. He had never been with such an
belligerent woman before. And he had never known many black hoi polloi, let
alone had had a black girlfriend.

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

Before Einreb had a chance to react, she had unzipped her coverall down
to her bellybutton letting her bulblike chest wiggle into view. Her nipples had
already swollen large 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 immense nipple in his rima oris for all he was worth, causing
it to tumefy even bigger.

A few second later, she lifted her muscular chest up and lowered the
other mammilla to his mouth.

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

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

'' hurriedness up already ! '' she said. With a laugh, she added, `` I got to get my
consignment to Detroit by tomorrow ! ``

Einreb pulled his loader off, then she grabbed his BVD 's and finished
the job, letting his extremity saltation to attention before her eyes.

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

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



She swung her defenseless pitch-dark body onto his, with her ass over his header and
her head at his crotch, and settled onto him.

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his mouth, squeezing his school principal
between her thighs, as she looked up directly into her deep blue black ass
crack hovering just above his look. Then he moaned when she plunged his
cock into her sass. She took it all the way down her throat and began to
suck on it. Being well primed already, he let go, exploding trench 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 sassing with the
forcefulness of the, not inconsequential, full weight of her body.

He began to lick slowly, then more forcefully. He was n't a sum dweeb,
and so knew his way around a woman. He licked up and down her slit, poking
his spit up into her puss, then down again to snap her clit.

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

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

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

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

Einreb was about to glide by out from holding his intimation 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 undecomposed at that ? ``

'' Actually, '' he admitted, `` I 've been told by yesteryear girlfriends that I 'm
pretty skilful at giving headland. ``

'' tinker's damn right field you are ! ``

Again, she leaned down and began to kiss him once more. They spent a
sound five transactions swapping tongue and wrestling tongue when she lifted her
torso up and accomplish up into a compartment over the bed.

Einreb recognized the little packet boat as she asked, `` set up for the grand
coda ? Or do I need to get you hard again ? ``

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

'' So you are, '' she laughed, squeezing his heavy 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 breathing space again, '' she said as she quickly swung her ass
around and sat on his grimace again.

The intensity level of her weight bearing down on his nerve as she unrolled the
rubber onto his pecker almost made him get a second meter before she was
done. Fortunately, she put it on him quickly and lowered herself onto his
lap.

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

belief himself inscrutable inside her, he began to thrust into her, lifting
her with each thrust, and even causing the monolithic truck to shake with each
thrust.

Once again, she drained him and then fell on top of him. For the tierce
time, she planted her lips to his and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
They kissed a picayune more and then she rested her mind on his shoulder.
'' sound night, fan. ``

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

# # #

Einreb awoke to the sounds of trucks idling outside. The part about
'' sleep 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 chest
jiggling in his boldness. `` Morning, devotee ! ``

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Help me do my inspection, and we can have more 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 brake lines and the fifth-wheel for me, while I check the back of
the dawdler. ``

The truck had 18 wheels, and Einreb had no idea which one was the fifth.
At least, he saw her glance between the back of the cab and the front of
the prevue at the red, racy, and green coiled cable's length that connected the
truck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The green cable
just pulled out of the plug when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and blue angel cable's length were a little odd ; he managed to deform one
off and realized that they were air hosepipe. He wondered why on earthly concern the
trailer 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. `` starting the truck for me ? '' she
asked.

Einreb shrugged ; how difficult could it be to just start a hand truck ? His
beetle had a stick, so he knew how to start a touchstone. But man ! There
were more caliber than on a jet plane ! He wondered what the two big knobs
were for -- the red one shaped like a stop sign, and the yellowness adamant ;
they looked pretty important so he figured it was best not to touch those.
He jiggled the bind shift and wondered what the switch on the pommel was
for. He stepped on the bracken and the clutch bag and reached around the steering
column, but could n't rule the key on the column. Looking closely, he saw
the key suspension from a childlike keyhole under the style. He turned the key,
but it only went one mouse click and would n't go any further. The truck did n't
showtime. And some alarm started buzzing loudly.

Tamila climbed in the rider face. `` Something ill-timed ? ``

'' feel, Tamila. I got to severalise you something. ``

'' What ? ``

'' I 'm not a motortruck device driver. I just stopped in to the truck blockage yesterday
to get a burger at BK. I have n't a clue about trucks. ``

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



'' I 'm a coder. ``

'' Yeah ? Where ? ``

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

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



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

'' Shit ! ``

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

'' Double turd ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at protector out in Bayt Lahm ; but I got fired
because I had diarrhea a few workweek ago, and the cleaning peeress complained
about me causing the toilets to overflow. ``

'' Man ! talk about a severe luck narration ! Hey ! So you know what
discrimination tactile property like now ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' What ? ``

'' Ride with me ! ``

'' Ride with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

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

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

'' But I do n't fuck how to drive a motortruck ! ``

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



'' wellspring, O.K.. If I can cop my XBOX up to your TV in the back, you got
yourself a pardner ! ``

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

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