Einreb parked his little yellowness Beetle in figurehead of Troll associate degree'
Lethbridge building in Mahwah and made his way to his cubicle, as he had
done nearly every working day for the past 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 bed ; he 's going to be late in a minute, '' the honcho said.

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

Einreb poked his capitulum into Yrral 's 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 square block. `` Hi Tneci ! You got the wall
textures for colossus Maze for me ? ``

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

Einreb booted up his computer and began to merge the artist 's graphics
with his assembler code when Evets popped into Einreb 's cube, handing
Einreb a floppy magnetic disc. `` Here 's the screen background midi for the gaffer 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 abruptly
concerts and three wrack 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 programmer for round. 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 the great unwashed actually
wanted to buy. Still, he counted himself prosperous to feature been recruited by
Troll before he even graduated from Orange County residential district College 10
long time ago. Though graduating with Honors and on the dean 's list did n't
hurt either.

That the receptionist announced the outset of work, breaks, dejeuner, and
end of day, was a joke among the professional staff. Still, it was a great
working environment. Most of the multiplication, it was very laid-back. Though
affair heated up as year-end ship-dates approached. Still, writing
calculator games for a animation for certain beat cranking out business reports and
statistical analysis that was the norm of virtually coder. headhunter
often called him nearly every Nox 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 Simulator in linked mode during luncheon
minute together. And it was a running prank how Gerg Xeurt always wrecked
his machine coming home from Grateful Dead concerts.

Being a Thomas Young chemical group, the guys often invited each other to their bachelor
launch area for parties.

Evets had invited the group to his house one Fri nighttime after work for
a piffling party. Einreb, Yrral, Gerg, Mit, Ycnan, and Tnecillim were all
sitting around Evets'coffee table one Friday dark after work as Evets
came out of his chamber 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 citizenry do for fun. But I do n't do drugs, myself. ``

'' Oh, derive on ! One reefer is n't going to hurt ! '' Evets insisted.

'' You guys enjoy ! Do n't beware me ! '' Einreb replied.

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

Autumn was well under way when Yrral was promoted to marketing analyst,
and Gerg was promoted to manage the biz ontogenesis 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 genus Bos fiend to run
around in circles when he was down to 1 hit point.

The receptionist announced five o'clock over the PA system on Wed
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 biz done.

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

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

'' Einrneb, '' Gerg started.

'' What, Gerg ? ``

'' I 'm sorry to distinguish you, but we had a coming together with Yrral and got approval
from Mr. and Mrs Retcehcs, and have decided that we no longer need your
inspection and repair. ``

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

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

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

'' clean and jerk 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 law station.

'' We have several watcher who overheard you make a terrorist threat
this morn, '' 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 joke about it ; you know,
gallows humor. No one was making any terrorist threat ! ``

'' But you did cite a bomb. ``



'' Well, yes. But they tricked me ! I did n't realize they were steering
the conversation to flim-flam me into using the'b'Son until the law
showed up at my house ! I was so faithful to saving the princess in super
Mario macrocosm, 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 ally. I had
asked him to see if he could do something about the birthday licking. ``

'' 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 eyes. `` If you 're
making accusation at your manager to get out of this, you 're gon na be in
even bigger trouble ! ``



'' Then move over me a lie demodulator test, that 'll prove I 'm telling the true statement ! ``




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

'' No. ``

'' Do you own any guns ? ``

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

spleen Tnaf and Adnil Regnettip, the administrator management squad of the
sectionalization, were there and slowly read the write up handed to him by the
detective. `` Do you cognise evacuating the building this morning time cost AT & T
over $ 100,000 ? ``

'' You 're blaming me for your paranoia ! `` Einreb asked the suit. `` You
made the decision to empty the construction, not me ! ``



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

'' I gave five yr of my life to AT & T, spleen ! 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 birth control pill
sat, uneaten, in a big spate on his night table. He did n't even get a
prospect to say `` bye-bye '' to Airam. Being a shy loner, she was the closest
he had to a best friend, whom he went out to lunch with once a week or so.
Had she not been married, he often wondered if their friendly relationship could have
turned into something more ...

Eventually, though, affair improved. His suspension ended and he
returned to mould at AT & T, but assigned to a dissimilar department. most of
the people he had known before had been laid off that fateful day. `` effective
riddance ! '' he thought of to the highest degree of them -- though he never got up the courage
to send for 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 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 in good order thing. individual
who ca n't go along with some simple place hazing fun without being a
whistleblower about it deserves to die. ``

Hardened to corporate life, Einreb continued to do his job. However, he
did n't form it through the side by side round of layoffs that AT & T held five years
later. Largely, he suspected, because of the cause he had brought
against AT & T for the Birthday beating hazing and for his mistaken arrest.

# # #

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

( Just hold on ! It 's coming ! )

# # # #

After being unemployed people for nearly a year, and beating alloy geartrain Solid,
and Final illusion VII and VIII, Einreb had found a clerical job at shielder
Life through Kelly Services.

A few weeks earlier, Knarf Ollurec, the department head, offered him the
job immediately at the ending of the interview, and he accepted it.
The two-hour commute to Bethlehem was horrendous, but at least he was doing
a setback commute from Piscataway to Penn along I-78. The traffic
in the opposite direction crawled toward New House of York in the morning, and
crawled back toward Penn in the evening, but for Einreb traffic was
brightness level except for the casual big rig pulling out of the truck stops that
lined the expressway.

Einreb parked his big Stanford White Cadillac DeVille behind the guardian
building and headed toward the employee entering. It was a relatively
stress-free clerical job, although it barely paid above lower limit wage.

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

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

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



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



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



'' How do I find special lineament in SPF edit again ? ``



'' eccentric F P'.' . ``



'' Thanks ! ``



'' No problem. ``

At workplace, the computer programmer around him had discovered that his 10 geezerhood of
mainframe programming experience at AT & T, and 20 yr programming overall,
came in handy when they needed to live some esoteric detail about ISPF,
COBOL, PL/1, JCL, VSAM, DB/2 or CICS.



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



'' What 's up, Rehtse ? ``



'' Do you know an easy way to insert sequence numbers into a flat file ? ``



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



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



'' You could always use Syncsort. ``



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



'' Sure you can ! I 've done it plenty of times to progress trial 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 have a TSO ID. `` Let me sit at your last
for a here and now, and I 'll designate you how. ``



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



Einreb sat at Rehtse 's depot and typed the pursuit JCL into a
penis 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 showtime and INCR values to beseem your
needs, put a JOB card on it, put some mental test data in SORTIN, print the output signal
filing cabinet with a GENER, and run it. ``

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

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

Ever since his bile bladder surgery a few twelvemonth back, when he had
checkup insurance policy at AT & T, Einreb sometimes has tear of diarrhea at the
most inconvenient times. Taking Imodium helped when he had plans to do
something on a Saturday afternoon, but he did n't require to be dependent on
pharmaceutical to live his day-to-day life. That evening, about a 45
minutes into his commute, nearly half way dwelling, 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'
store for a few minutes. Like a quickie-mart, they sold snacks and soda,
but they also sold trucker'log books, function, CB radio, mud tizzy
depicting naked women, and assorted former `` hand truck '' stuff. He excused
himself past the truckers browsing around, all big burly guys whom he
would n't require to piss off.

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

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



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



The HR manager, Nerak Klov, met him in the entrance hall and showed him in to a
conference elbow room. She talked briefly about ship's company welfare and such before
leaving to convey 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 service program he would use to make a VSAM
file.



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



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



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

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

Einreb answered, `` A join takes two different board and connects them
side-by-side, using tonality in each of the tables to mate up corresponding
rows, to make one wide table. An inner union only returns rowing where key
match on both tables, but an outer junction returns every row of both mesa,
even if there 's no matching key on one tabular array. '' He knew his answer was
somewhat imprecise and there was more to it than that, and he could go on
about left hand and right sum, but he did n't need to name a error and say
something wrong, so he left it at that. Besides, mating and joins are
really ineffective SQL, and no one hardly ever uses them if they can help
it.

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

'' A union takes two board with standardized characteristics and stacks them
to make one long table. '' Again, he knew the result was somewhat imprecise.
Most programmers would produce a VIEW of the tabular array and create the JOIN or
jointure from the scene rather than the table itself, but anyone who knew DB2
would know what he meant.

Ekim continued asking about cursor, DML vs. DDL, SPUFI, DCLGEN, and
early vista of DB2 programming.



Then their nidus 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 tongue. But all he could say was,
'' Sorry, my head went lacuna. ``



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



The personality motion came next. First came the dreaded, `` Do you
prefer to bring alone or in a squad ? '' question.



Einreb was a programmer through and through. Like any self-respecting
techie geek, he loved nothing better than to be given a set of
requirements, a deadline, and left alone to encrypt. `` I love to puzzle out with
hoi polloi, '' he answered. `` I 've worked on heavy teams, and I 've worked alone.
I work well either way. ``



'' What was your favorite assignment ? ``



That was slow. `` The time I was the last remaining programmer on a belittled
project as a result of curtailment. I was assigned to a manager who knew
picayune about my project, so I met with my drug user, did software maintenance,
ran the daily production cycle, and my desk phone was the helper agate 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 crucial questions, like
how long the working day was, if they can wear jeans to lick, and how many
holiday years they got a year. But he knew better. `` What challenges will
I face on this designation ? '' and `` Have you done a risk analytic thinking for the
work, and what contingence have you identified ? ``



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



Einreb started his car and his eyes suddenly brightened. He rolled down
his window and yelled out, `` CEDF ! '' as if the multitude on the 4th floor of the
removed role building could hear, while drawing curious stares from
passerby on the sidewalk.



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



Upon arriving at body of work the survey day, Noaj called over to Einreb from
her cube. `` Hey Einreb, can you derive over for a bit ? ``



Thankful to engage a suspension from figuring how many beigel he needed to
order from the cafeteria for following week 's department position 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 just at this PC stuff too. Do you screw how to get my PA2 key
back ? ``

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

Einreb had never used IBM host 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 carte du jour under class and selected HOST
FUNCTIONS. He scrolled down the listing until he found PA1 and highlighted
the row. He pressed ALT and F1 together, but zip happened. He rubbed
his Kuki and then clicked on ASSIGN KEY. Again he pressed ALT and F1
together and the key sequence appeared in the row for PA1. He repeated the
steps for PA2 and PA3.

He clicked on APPLY and ended out of the carte du jour back to Noaj 's TSO
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 history saver ! ``

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

# # #

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

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

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

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

# # #

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

Mit spoke in his thick London accent, `` Einreb, we 've had some complaints
from the head teacher of maintenance about the lav. ``

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

'' He says you 've left pot in the bathrooms on two social function. ``

Einreb thought quick. There had been a few times that his looseness
after an occasional heavy lunch had overwhelmed a bathroom in the men 's room
and caused it to overrun. But remembering advice that his lawyer gave him
after the liquidation of his frame-up by AT & T, he knew the best defense
against almost any accusal was arrant denial. `` You 've got the wrong
guy, Mit. I do n't recognise anything about any mess in the bath ! ``

'' You were seen by the certificate sentry go on two social function leaving the
bath. The cleaning lady complained, and the fountainhead of sustainment made a
big foetor to Knarf. ``

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

'' If you were a regular employee, you 'd be able to attract. 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 toilet overflowing ? ``

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

In addition to heavy eating, stress also triggered his ailment. He
pulled into the Bloomsbury truck stopover on his way home ahead of time that day.
Einreb pondered his quandary while sitting on the throne. `` Could I sue
Guardian for violating the American English With disability Act ? I wonder if
lacking a freshness bladder counts as a sound disablement. With my luck, I bet
it does n't ! Shit ! ``

On his way out, he stopped at the Burger Billie Jean Moffitt King comeback and ordered a
Warren E. Burger and fries.

Making his way to the little boom area, he took a fanny and watched the
big rigs drive in and out of the motortruck stop through the plate field glass window
while he ate his burger. `` Well, '' he thought to himself, `` I have good deal of
time to terminate playing halo. Maybe I 'll stop at the shopping centre on my way home
and pre-order Halo 2. ``

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

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

Looking up from his beefburger, a tall melanize womanhood was standing over him
carrying a tray. `` Want some company ? '' she asked.

'' Uhm, surely, '' Einreb replied, quickly studying the brawny woman wearing
a gray coverall and heavy melanize body of work shoes.

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

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

'' Do you fuck how many truckers it takes to shift a Light electric-light bulb ? '' she
asked.

'' Uh, '' Einreb stammered. `` No. ``

'' None. They pay lumpers to do it ! '' and let out a giggle.

'' Oh ? '' is all Einreb said.

She leaned forward and whispered, `` Hmm, you 're cute. ``

Einreb gasped, `` Really ? '' He picked a trivial trucker slang in the handful
of time he had browsed through the teamster'store, and wondered if she
was what they called a lot lizard.

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

That was n't totally confessedly, Einreb thought ; most of the truckers seemed to
be reasonably ordinary looking guys. Though there was also more than a few
who seemed rather seamy, with a funfair share of visibly missing teeth. At
that, Einreb took a closer look at her. She was fairly attractive, though
not glamorous. And, yes, she had all her teeth, all pearly Caucasian. Her
tomentum was in cornrows on the top, and hung down all in gold braid along the position
and back. `` Well, you 're middling attractive yourself, '' Einreb said.

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

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

She let out a loud laugh. `` A Cadillac ? That 's a undecomposed one ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' close twelvemonth ? '' Einreb choked back his amazement.

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

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

'' ... and, '' she reached out and slid her index finger down his hand toward
his fingers, `` a two-bagger sleeper condo upstairs. ``

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

finishing their Warren E. Burger, Einreb was frantically trying to think of a way
to get out of there without causing a scene.

'' So, '' she said with a smiling, `` your motortruck or mine ? ``

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

'' Then come on ! '' She grabbed his arm and practically pulled him through
the truck stop consonant, into a hall in the back, past a couch where truckers
were watching a big-screen TV, and out into the parking lot in the binding,
packed with 18-wheelers.

She led him to a motortruck emblazoned with the logo of a gigantic woman
carrying a truck trailer on her back like atlas vertebra carrying the Earth. The
name under the logo said, `` Big Mutha Truckers. ``

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

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

Einreb did n't bed where to begin. He had never been with such an
aggressive woman before. And he had never known many Black person people, let
alone had had a bootleg girlfriend.

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

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

'' Like 'em ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

A few moments 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
tit to swollen dimension she lifted up and said, `` So, you going to
indicate me what you got, or what ? ``

He was already operose than he had ever been in a foresighted time, and he hoped
she would be impressed, or at least not disappointed. He sat up, pilled
off his shirt, kicked his skid off, unbuckled his bang and started to draw
his Dockers down.

'' Hurry up already ! '' she said. With a laughter, she added, `` I got to get my
load to Motor City by tomorrow ! ``

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

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

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



She swung her raw black body onto his, with her ass over his read/write head and
her head at his crotch, and settled onto him.

He gasped as she pressed her muff against his mouth, squeezing his head
between her thighs, as she looked up directly into her bass dark-skinned dark ass
wisecrack hovering just above his fount. Then he moaned when she plunged his
rooster into her lip. She took it all the way down her throat and began to
suck on it. Being well primed already, he let go, exploding mystifying into her
pharynx, with cramp 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 mouth with the
military force of the, not inconsequent, full weight unit of her body.

He began to figure out slowly, then more forcefully. He was n't a total dweeb,
and so knew his way around a cleaning woman. He licked up and down her puss, poking
his tongue up into her pussy, then down again to click her clit.

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

He flicked her clit a few more clip, then drew it into his mouthpiece,
sucking on it like a lollypop. He continued to lactate it profoundly 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 slide by out from holding his breath when she fell
forward again. She lay on him panting for a few moments, then crawled
around on top of him to lay back on him facing him.

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

'' Actually, '' he admitted, `` I 've been told by yesteryear girl that I 'm
pretty secure at giving head. ``

'' Damn right you are ! ``

Again, she leaned down and began to kiss him once more. They spent a
unspoilt five hour swapping spit and rassling tongues when she lifted her
torso up and get hold of up into a compartment over the bed.

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

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

'' So you are, '' she laughed, squeezing his hard hammer 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 place again, '' she said as she quickly swung her ass
around and sat on his font again.

The chroma of her weightiness bearing down on his face as she unrolled the
rubberize onto his putz almost made him hail a second time 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.

smell himself deep inside her, he began to thrust into her, lifting
her with each drive, and even causing the massive truck to shake with each
thrust.

Once again, she drained him and then fell on top of him. For the third
meter, she planted her sass to his and sucked his lingua into her mouth.
They kissed a little more and then she rested her head on his shoulder joint.
'' Good dark, lover. ``

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

# # #

Einreb awoke to the speech sound of trucks idling alfresco. The part about
'' slumber 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 sizable chest
jiggling in his case. `` forenoon, lover ! ``

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

'' Sure. ``

'' Help me do my inspection, and we can take more fun before we go our
split up room. 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 trailer. ``

The truck had 18 wheel, and Einreb had no estimation which one was the fifth.
At least, he saw her coup d'oeil between the spine of the cab and the forepart of
the trailer at the red, blue, and William Green coiled cable length that connected the
truck together, so he climbed up and looked them over. The super C cable
just pulled out of the stopple when he tugged on it, so he plugged it back in
snugly. The red and blue line were a little odd ; he managed to rick one
off and realized that they were air hoses. He wondered why on ground the
house trailer had to be connected to the tractor with air hose, but he twisted
the connected back on snugly. He did the Lapp with the other, and they
seemed to be connected securely.

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

Einreb shrugged ; how hard could it be to just start a truck ? His
Beetle had a control stick, so he knew how to start a standard. But man ! There
were more gauge than on a jet plane ! He wondered what the two big knobs
were for -- the red one shaped like a stopover sign, and the lily-livered rhomb ;
they looked pretty important so he figured it was best not to extend to those.
He jiggled the stick shift and wondered what the switch on the thickening was
for. He stepped on the brake and the hold and reached around the steering
newspaper column, but could n't recover the key on the column. Looking closely, he saw
the key wall hanging from a simple keyhole under the dash. He turned the key,
but it only went one click and would n't go any further. The truck did n't
start. And some alarm started buzzing loudly.

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

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

'' What ? ``

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

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



'' I 'm a programmer. ``

'' Yeah ? Where ? ``

'' well, do you require the whole fib ? ``

'' I 'm all pinna, boodle ! ``



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

'' Shit ! ``

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

'' Double turd ! ``



'' Then I got a clerical job at Guardian out in Bethlehem ; but I got fired
because I had diarrhoea a few week ago, and the cleaning lady complained
about me causing the bathroom to run over. ``

'' Man ! Talk about a unvoiced lot tale ! Hey ! So you know what
discrimination flavor like now ! ``

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

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

'' Yeah, maybe. But I do n't need 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 dwelling to sign on up to hoard unemployment, that 's what. ``

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

'' What ? ``

'' drive with me ! ``

'' drive with you ? ``

'' Yeah ! ``

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

'' for sure ! Lots of people team up. get More money that way ! ``

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

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



'' fountainhead, OK. If I can hook my XBOX up to your TV in the back, you got
yourself a partner ! ``

'' Yeehaw ! Let 's sign the stack with a kiss. ``

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