To you, I'm just a waitress.At least at first. And to me, you're a customer. That's the first thing Isee. But, it's not the only thing I see about you..."The woman scratched at her wig and squinted bleary-eyed at the waitress. "Maybe it's still the booze talking," said the woman. "But you've piquedmy curiosity. Okay -- what do you see? What do you really see? Who am I?And remember, I'm still drunk enough to numb this old, bruised ego. Sofeel free to be harsh." No one is free to be harsh," said. I was sorting through my files and came across it and thought ‘what the heck’ I’ll post it on the net. Hope you enjoy it, but it is quite a slow going story, with the action coming later. I shall try and post a chapter a week if anyone does like it, and thanks as always for reading me.** Chapter one (A meeting on a train) Hell! ‘That train wasn’t supposed to leave for another ten minutes’ ‘I think sir, that you’ll find that was the ‘five to train’ which is running a bit late and I’m afraid. She told that even she wants to taste her juices. She took my hand and licked my fingers of her own juices. I continued licking whatever juices were still flowing from her glory hole. A feeling of satisfaction and relief was there in her face. She told me that this was the best orgasm she has ever had, even better than that last time when we did in the school laboratory and thanked me for that.Both of us were drained of energy and only 20 minutes had gone, and one more session was to be done. I. Or any other test in this school."That got everybody's attention. Tami in the seat next to me, grinned up and mouthed the words, "Viva le revolucion!" Tony, I don't understand. It's just a test. You've taken dozen of tests." Hundreds." From the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. Jeffries and Mr. Parker along the wall, walking toward the front of the room."Then why?" I took tests when I thought I had a fair and equal chance of passing them. That was before I discovered that school policy was that any.