The chai wallah had a stunned look. Just like me, even he thought she was going to remove her clothes. We didn’t know she was wearing a formal dress...to fool her parents and had casuals beneath it.I got excited and winked at the chai wallah. He smiled back and his eyes clearly told me, “You lucky bastard”. She didn’t bother all this even though she saw me and him exchange meaningful looks. To add to it, she unzipped her trousers and pulled it off and was soon standing on the roadside in denim. Walking was just as hard as I thought it would be. We had to go very slowly to keep from falling. After a little while we got in step with each other and managed to say upright. It was fun in a way; though I could not see anything at all. There was almost no light from the back but a tiny bit drifting down from the head my sister was wearing. She would reach out and hug her friends and I would flap the big wings popping them in peoples' faces, asses or whatever was in the way. The effect the. I turned my head away and strolled to the kitchen. Oddly enough, I saw her food ready for me to grab. I took in a deep breath and performed my duties as the waiter.A moment later, I found myself back at her table. "Here you go, Jadia," I said, setting the plate down. "I hope it is to your liking." I'm sure it will be," she mentioned, glancing at me and feeling my arm. "Solely because you delivered it to me. I'm sure you sprinkled a little extra 'Sal magic' on there for me, didn't you? I'd hate. "Courtesy of the track team," she said approvingly, "They're last year's singlets, but they're clean. I brought a couple of different sizes because I wasn't sure if you were a B or a C cup." Thanks," Sarah said, slipping a jog bra over her shoulders, "this fits fine." Looking at the logo on the front, she quipped, "It reminds me of my competitive days." You used to race?" Yeah, I ran 200, 400, and the relays."The woman's eyes narrowed. "What school did you run for?" Ascension. Four years.