The short, yet imposing figure of Sister Marjorie bustled into his office. She was hustling someone in front of her. Lucas' interest soared as he recognised the girl from one of the senior classes he had visited.
"We are very sorry to trouble you, Father," The nun declared, her face crimson. "This is Heather. Heather, say hello to Father Bland."
"Hello, Father."
Lucas let himself take in the girl before speaking. She was taller than Sister Marjorie, slender, with an ample chest. In fact, her school blouse may have been bought before she blossomed, as the buttons seemed rather stretched. Her hair was a cheerful bright blonde, pulled into two cute pigtails. She had a very cute, cheerful face, though at the moment she wore an expression of shame, her blue eyes downcast.
"Hello Heather," H
