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'98 '98 '98 '98

There were gasps and groans when Isaac Lerner concluded the Wednesday business meeting with the announcement that they would be switching their operating system over to Microsoft Windows '98. Isaac did his best to assure everyone that he'd hired two professionals, two people that would assist them in the transition from the old operating system to the new.

"Good God, Isaac, I finally learned how to use DOS," Alvin White grumbled.

Isaac pursed his lips, looking at the fifty year old man. Alvin had been hired by Solomon, Isaac's father and was currently the oldest employee of the company. Alvin had also been there the longest; he'd just passed twenty seven years with the company. If Isaac had it his way, he would have bounced Alvin out of the doors on his first week after Sol's fatal heart attack.

The Monday after the announcement, employees came into the office to see knew keyboards in front of their CRTs and an odd looking device sitting on a foam rubber pad. Isaac was standing with one smiling young black woman and a sneering scrawny pimple-faced white man standing just to his left.

"What, what is this?" more than one employee asked, looking at the surface of their work area.

"Welcome to Windows ninety eight," Isaac said. "Windows has a specialized keyboard and mouse..."

"Mouse?" one woman squealed.

"No, no; the mouse is that device on your desk," the black woman hurried to assure the frightened woman.

Isaac introduced the sneering young man. He then pointed to the black woman, introducing her as Dafina Sullivan. Alvin pursed his lips in disapproval; Isaac should have introduced the young woman first. But Isaac was a horrible misogynist and racist.

The young man was dressed in wrinkled trousers and pullover shirt and tennis shoes. Alvin smirked; the shoes were fastened by Velcro straps. Dafina, however, was dressed in a knee-length skirt of burgundy with a cream colored buttoned blouse. Her black oxfords had a nice shine to them and Alvin was sure her milk chocolate legs were encased in pantyhose.

Her hair was in a tight looking afro, her round face had a hint of cosmetics and her lipstick matched her skirt's rich burgundy color. He especially liked the way her round breasts stretched her top.

Sitting at his desk, Alvin again adjusted his chair. The chair was twelve years old and the locking mechanism no longer held the seat at the correct height. It would hold it in place for an hour or two, then would slowly ease down, minute by minute until the seat rested firmly on the base. Isaac kept promising a new chair but so far had not delivered that new chair.

Nudging the keyboard caused his computer monitor to spring to life. Alvin looked at the odd screen and wondered where the DOS directory was. He knew how to navigate the MS-DOS files, was comfortable with the old operating system.

The young man came over and tried to give Alvin a rapid-fire tutorial on Windows keys. Apparently, Alvin's questions irritated the young man and he repeated the information twice as fast without explaining anything.

"Look, just drag the mouse over to the icon. The icon. Look at the screen. The icon," the young man snapped, jabbing the computer monitor with his bony finger.

When Alvin picked up the mouse, after the young man impatiently slapped the new device and put the mouse directly onto the indicated icon, the young man declared that Alvin was too old and feeble to learn anything. The young man moved on to the next victim, muttering something about 'Baby Boomers.'

"Its okay, Sweetie," Dafina murmured, leaning over Alvin's back, pressing her heavy breasts directly against Alvin's back.

She took Alvin's right hand into her hand, guiding the mouse across the mouse pad. Alvin watched as a white arrow moved across the screen.

"Just bring the cursor up to..." Dafina murmured warmly into Alvin's ear.

"Right now? I'm the curser," Alvin muttered darkly.

Her giggle was soft, melodic. Her left hand rested warmly on his left shoulder as she put the white arrow over the Quickens logo. She then indicated which was the right 'click' and which was the left 'click' buttons on the mouse.

"Twice with the left mouse button will open the program," she murmured into his ear. "Ooor, you can right click and the menu will drop down. Use your arrow up and down keys, right there, on your keyboard to select open and..."

"Now, why didn't that young pup explain any of this?" Alvin asked.

"Too much coffee?" Dafina suggested, giving his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "Now, up here? See that 'X' right there? Click, left click and it will close."

She had him demonstrate a few times, then gave him a dazzling smile. Her right hand hovered over his right hand, her left hand alternated between resting on his shoulder and delivering little squeezes to his shoulder.

"Okay, the Windows key? Right here? Bottom of your keyboard? Press it and... There is the list of all the programs loaded onto your computer," Dafina said, dragging her breasts against his back as she now leaned over his left shoulder. "Use the arrow keys, just go up and down and see what you got. You use the right arrow key? It'll show you what files are available under each of the programs. Think you can handle it for now? I need to see who else might be needing some assistance, okay?"

She again delivered a soft squeeze to his shoulder and moved on to the next cubicle. Alvin arrowed up and down the 'Start' menu. He even hummed the Rolling Stones tune 'Start Me Up' that played on the television commercials for Windows '95. Arrowing to the right did display the names of files under each program; most of the titles didn't make much sense but Alvin was sure, in time he would learn to decipher their mysteries. He was afraid to click on the wrong icon, afraid to open the wrong program. But, slowly, he labored through the keys on the new keyboard, carefully noting what each keystroke did.

"There you go," Dafina encouraged as Alvin even braved opening a few of the files.

"What kind of after shave you got on?" she asked, again leaning over to show him another technique.

"Kanon." Alvin said, twisting to look at her brown face.

"Mm," she purred her approval, her deep chocolate eyes looking into his tired brown eyes.

Her afro tickled his nose and he wrinkled his face. She smiled another dazzling smile, gave his shoulder a soft squeeze, then dragged her breasts across his back as she then moved on to the next person. Alvin continued to labor through the odd array of programs and files.

"They said playing Solitaire on the computer will help with your mouse skills," Alvin heard someone say as he ate his turkey and Swiss on rye bread.

"Yeah, I'm so sure Isaac will go for that; us playing games," another coworker scoffed.

The consensus seemed pretty evenly split among the coworkers in the lunch room. Some of them disliked the young man, disliked his arrogant attitude. The other half disliked the little Negro, resented having a woman showing them anything. Nearly all found the new operating system confusing.

"Hey, White! Uh, looks like that little chocolate momma's kind of sweet on you, huh?" one of the young men called out.

"Nah, just feels sorry for an old man," Alvin shook his head, peeling his orange.

"I don't feel sorry for you," Dafina corrected as she leaned against Alvin to show him shut-down procedures.

"Sweet of you to say," Alvin said, dragging the mouse up to click on the 'Yes' button when the computer asked if he really wanted to exit.

On Tuesday, Alvin managed to irritate the young man again. The kid stormed away, muttering about people too old to learn anything new. Dafina was dressed in a navy blue skirt and white blouse with blue pin stripes. Her navy blue shoes were of a good, sensible style.

"How come he dresses like a school kid?" Alvin asked as she leaned against his back, left hand gently rubbing his broad shoulder.

"Because he is a kid?" Dafina suggested, again smiling at him.

"But you dress like..." Alvin said.

"Uh? Because I'm a woman? In a field dominated by men?" Dafina said. "And, I'm an n----r? Most of the people in computers are white. So, I'll never be one of them; I always got to go one better."

"I'm sorry," Alvin agreed.

"Thank you. I think you get it," she whispered.

"I brought my lunch today; you, are you going be here tomorrow?" Alvin asked.

"Yeah; we're here until the end of the week," Dafina said.

"Can, can I take you to lunch tomorrow?" Alvin asked.

"Where you taking me?" Dafina asked, smiling her beautiful smile as her left hand gently rubbed his shoulder.

"Applebee's?" Alvin suggested.

"Okay," Dafina agreed and leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips with hers.

Alvin had a difficult time wiping the smile from his lips. He also had a difficult time willing his erection to subside. He told himself he was a foolish old man; she was young enough to be his daughter.

The young pup was not happy when he learned of Alvin's lunch engagement with his coworker. He confronted Alvin when Alvin was leaving the employee bathroom. Alvin's unconcerned mannerisms really irritated the youth and the youth muttered threats under his breath.

"Don't pay no attention to him," Dafina advised. "He likes talking a lot of shit but don't nothing never come from it."

The following day, Alvin made sure his shoes were shined, his shirt and trousers were neatly ironed and he packed a packet of Violets breath mints in his trousers' left pocket. At eleven fifty six, Dafina was at Alvin's elbow, coaching him through the log-off and shut down sequence.

They walked to the trendy restaurant, Dafina bending his ear about her high school days, her experience at the vocational technical school. The VO-Tech had all but demanded that she study a traditional women's course of studies but she'd stuck to her guns. She was interested in computers and wanted to study computers.

"I mean, it's my money, right? It's my money, why I can't study what I want to study?" Dafina asked, clutching his left arm between her two breasts as they waited to be seated.

They did get some odd looks; an old white man with graying hair, wrinkled face and slightly stooped posture and a voluptuous young black woman together was not a common sight. The way the young woman was clinging onto him also caused more than one eyebrow to rise.

On the walk to the office, Dafina praised the food. Alvin smiled, enjoying her happiness. In truth, he'd found the fare to be far too salty. He did not have hypertension, knock on wood, but was sure that a few more meals from the chain restaurant would soon change that condition.

"So, where you taking me tomorrow?" Dafina teased as Alvin turned his computer on.

"Anywhere you want to go," he offered.

"We go to that Red Lobster?" she asked hopefully.

"Over on Crowder? Yeah, yeah, sure," Alvin agreed.

She leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. He turned, startled and she took that opportunity to deliver a second kiss on his lips. She then sashayed away, knowing she had Alvin's full attention.

Just before he went into the lunch room for his afternoon cup of coffee, Alvin was waved over to the small office Dafina and her coworker were using as a temporary office. He smiled and entered the room. Dafina closed the door and wrapped her arms around Alvin's neck. Her tongue was soft and sensual as it entered his surprised mouth. He quickly recovered, pulling her tight against himself and returned her heated kiss with passion.

Fortunately, they heard her coworker's nasally braying approaching the door and pulled apart just as the door was flung open.

"And that's how you have multiple windows open at the same time," Dafina said.

"Oh. Okay," Alvin agreed as the young man glowered at them. "Thank you, Miss Sullivan."

"Welcome. You need something?" Dafina said then glared at her coworker.

"Need my diagnostics," the young man said, grabbing a disc from his vinyl case of CD-ROM discs.

Even though he had the disc he needed, the young man stayed in the office, staring at the two of them. Finally, both Alvin and Dafina left the office, followed closely by Dafina's coworker.

"Better believe I'm telling Melvin all about his attitude," Dafina muttered as she poured a mug of coffee.

The few employees ceased their chatter when Dafina entered the room. Most of them left the room when Alvin and Dafina took a seat to enjoy their coffee. Alvin was genuinely surprised; he'd never noticed that his coworkers were prejudiced. True, he knew Isaac was prejudiced; that was why there were no Blacks or Hispanics or Asians working for Lerner. Apparently, many in his office shared Isaac's views.

If Dafina noticed the reaction of Alvin's coworkers, she had the good graces to not comment. Again, she sang the praises of their luncheon meal and stated she looked forward to their lunch tomorrow. Her eyes reflected the warm smile on her brown face and Alvin stared at her eyes while they talked.

Arriving home after another day's labors, Alvin sighed wearily. Even though they were struggling to learn, to integrate a new operating system, they had to continue performing the job Isaac Lerner paid the employees to perform. The day to day job was stressful enough, but the added strain was starting to take its toll and he still had two more days to get through.

He changed into his Saturday clothes and washed and waxed and vacuumed his car. Satisfied that Dafina would find no fault with his staid, comfortable sedan, Alvin went inside and prepared his supper.

Some minor snags and hiccups delayed their leaving the office; it was just after one pm when they pulled up to the Red Lobster. Looking around the parking lot, Alvin determined that this had actually been a good thing; it looked as if they'd managed to escape the bulk of the lunch rush.

Again, as they waited for a table, they garnered some odd looks. An attractive young black woman and an older white man together was not a normal pairing. The way the young black woman clung to the older white man and the adoring looks the older white man kept giving to the happy, bubbly black woman caused some patrons to whisper unkind comments to one another.

The fare was palatable. Alvin did think to himself that Red Lobster was cut from the same cloth as Applebee's when it came to quality. But, his lunch date truly enjoyed the cheesy biscuits and her shrimp feast. Alvin had never had lobster before so tried it and found the crustacean to be somewhat bland.

Arriving back at the office, Dafina waited until Alvin had clocked in. She then whispered into his ear that the supply closet at the end of the hall was unlocked. When he turned to peer into her deep brown eyes she mouthed 'five minutes' before walking away.

Alvin kept careful watch on the clock in the lower right bottom of his computer screen. When four minutes and fifty seconds had elapsed, he got to his feet and walked nonchalantly to the supply closet at the end of the hall. With a furtive look around, Alvin pulled the door open then slid into the large room. It was large to accommodate the obsolete scanner and copier; the scanner had never worked right and the copier had been broken for almost two years so they now used the room to store the office equipment, chairs, and other things that were broken, in need of service.

When he entered the room, Dafina locked the door. She then embraced Alvin, kissing him hotly. He fondled her large breasts through blouse and bra, wishing he could see the magnificent mammaries, suck on her nipples.

"Oomph!" Alvin grunted in surprise when her hand cupped his testicles through trousers and boxer shorts.

"Got lots of cum for me? Bet you got a whole lot of cum for me," Dafina whispered huskily before sinking to her knees and unzipping his trousers.

"Get the first one out the way," she said, as if explaining her actions.

"Oomph!" Alvin grunted again as her lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

Her tongue lavished attention on the sensitive glans as her lips slowly slipped up and down his cock. He ground his teeth when she managed to swallow his entire length to the tuft of gray-brown pubic hair.

"Dafina, sweetie, I..." Alvin hissed, feeling his sperm bubbling up.

"Mm hmm," Dafina murmured her approval and Alvin barely managed to muffle his scream of pleasure as rope after rope of sticky semen flooded Dafina's hotly sucking mouth.

Dafina milked all of the semen she could from Alvin's spurting cock. She then got to her feet and kissed him hotly. Hugging her tightly to himself, Alvin did not think of the fact that she'd just had a mouthful of his seed. Again, he fondled her full breasts as they kissed.

"Now, come on," Dafina whispered into his ear.

She bent turned and bent over the broken copier. Reaching back, she hoisted the hem of her dress, revealing that in the five minutes between her entry and Alvin's entry into the supply closet, Dafina had removed pantyhose and panties.

"Ain't got time for..." Dafina moaned as Alvin sank to his knees and began gnawing and stroking her luscious globes of chocolate perfection. "Come on; need to fuck me."

Reluctantly, Alvin ceased his worship of her beautiful black ass and got to his feet. Unbuckling his belt, he let his trousers fall to the floor.

"Mmng!" they both groaned as his hard cock gained entry into her wet, warm pussy.

Again, his hands went to her beautiful breasts. He bent and kissed her neck and she tilted her head to give him easier access to her neck. She squealed lightly when he playfully bit down on her neck.

"Better not leave no mark," she playfully threatened.

"Mark you as my bi..." he started then stopped himself before saying the word 'bitch.'

"Uh huh, oh, that, that's good, that's good. I knew you'd be a good lover," Dafina encouraged, rotating her hips as he steadily thrust in and out of her squelching pussy.

Reaching down, he gathered the front of her skirt, baring her sex. He continued to fondle her left breast as his right hand combed through her dense thicket of pubic hair.

"Mm, mm oh, oh yyeess!" Dafina hissed out as Alvin's fingers began to diddle her fat clitoris.

The sounds of Alvin's hips slapping her lush buttocks began to sound out in the room. Dafina began pushing back hard against Alvin's forward thrusts and her breathing became more urgent. Alvin again bit down on her neck and she again squealed lightly.

"I, oh yes, I, I'm going cum," she moaned, shuddering.

"I, baby, I, I'm close," Alvin panted, again feeling his sperm bubbling to the point of ejaculation.

"Yes, yes, yyeess," Dafina panted.

"Where, where you want me to cum?" Alvin asked, voice strangled.

"Cum in me," she barked out, much louder than she'd intended.

With a groan, Alvin did pump his semen deep into her clutching depths. They shook with each tremor of pleasure until finally, Alvin's limp cock slid out of her sloppy folds.

"So, where you taking me for lunch tomorrow?" Dafina asked as she wiggled into her panties.

"I, where, where you want to go?" Alvin groaned, pulling his trousers up his spindly legs.

"I'm just kidding; Mr. Lerner's taking us to Applebee's," Dafina smiled, trying to wiggle her pantyhose up her legs.

Sitting at his desk, Alvin could smell Dafina's womanly essences on himself. It was a good, heady aroma, one he'd not smelled in a long time but hoped he would smell it again very soon. Then he realized he had an urgent need to urinate.

"God damn, White; paying you take a bunch of breaks?" Isaac complained when Alvin scurried past the open office door toward the bathroom.

"You wait 'til you're fifty, eh?" Alvin answered, not pausing in his shuffling stride.

Alvin finished out the rest of his day without incurring Isaac's wrath. He logged off of his computer then slapped his forehead; he'd forgotten to close some of the programs he'd been working on.

"Oh well; I'll get it tomorrow," Alvin said.

In the morning, a worried looking Dafina and her smirking coworker stood in the hallway of the work station. An angry Isaac Lerner stood, glaring at everyone. Just as Alvin moved to log onto the network, Isaac cleared his throat.

"Seems someone was on the, what, what is it? The World Wide Web yesterday." Isaac announced.

"That, that's the globe icon on your desktop," the coworker informed everyone.

"Why not just say 'screen?'" Alvin wanted to say. "None of us know what a desktop is."

"On your screen," Dafina supplied, which earned her a glare from her coworker.

"... And they downloaded a bunch of pornography," Isaac spat.

"Interracial," the coworker sneered, as if anyone cared what sort of pornographic images had been viewed.

"Well, guess what comes with pornography? That's right. Viruses. Someone managed to get a really nasty little virus and it infected our FAT tables," Isaac snapped.

"That's file allocation..." the scrawny little weasel informed the silent group of people.

"Alvin? You're fired," Isaac said, almost gleefully. "Thanks to you, who knows what files we've had compromised here."

"ME?" Alvin spluttered. "But I didn't, I don't even know how..."

He was still protesting his innocence as he left, his few personal items in a small cardboard box.

In Isaac's office, Dafina glared at her smirking coworker and their client. Finally, she asked how either one of them could believe that a man who was still having trouble remembering to close out of his programs could have possibly managed to bypass the safeguards they'd installed on the computers and on the Ethernet, the router, and the networking files to access a pornography site.

"Doesn't matter," her coworker declared. "Mr. Lerner and I? We tracked it down to his computer.

"Show me," Dafina demanded.

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Alvin did not take his termination lying down. He sued Isaac Lerner, the Lerner Company, and the company that had supplied the Lerner Company with Dafina Sullivan and her sneering little coworker for wrongful termination. Alvin's lawyer also threw in a claim of Age Discrimination. The company that provided the services of the two Microsoft Windows '98 specialists settled out of court and their legal team advised Isaac and Isaac's legal team to do the same. Isaac laughed. He laughed all the way to bankruptcy court less than a year later.

At the trial of White V Lerner-Lerner Company, Dafina Sullivan testified that she had demanded that she be shown the incriminating evidence and both her coworker and the client had refused. When she went onto Alvin's workstation, she traced it back and had been able to determine that the virus had been downloaded at one forty six that afternoon.

"And why is that significant, Miss Sullivan?" Alvin's lawyer asked.

"Because we was at Red Lobster at one forty six that afternoon," Dafina disclosed. "Ain't no way he could have been the one on his computer."

"Should have settled," Isaac's lawyers muttered as they glumly left the courtroom.

...............

"Then come to find out, he were a Beta tester," Dafina smiled as she brushed her daughter's hair. "Had him a Packard Bell computer and was running all these applications whole time."

"And that's my Daddy?" her daughter asked, meeting her mother's laughing eyes in the mirror.

"Uh huh. So, I know, I just know, you going be the smartest little girl in Kindergarten," Dafina assured her girl. "Got a smart daddy, got a smart momma. You just can't lose."

The End

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